Alice took her time getting out of bed and getting dressed after sneaking a shower, taking just enough time to possibly upset the routine of Throttle and his brothers since she wasn't exactly looking forward to breakfast at the moment.
The sight of the tan furred alien beating the younger, white furred alien last night- still playing in her mind. Reminding her that these were not civilized people she had been spending her time with.
These were highly intelligent, highly dangerous, inhuman beings with incredibly inhuman tendencies.
Beings with a different code of ethics and different morals.
Beings that had lived in the woods in seclusion for who knows how long until she had been chased into their territory and wounded by one of their traps. If not for the fact that they had for some reason decided to take responsibility for her, there was really no telling what would have happened to her.
Would they have locked her up and used her as a toy? Something to satisfy their baser urge's on? They were male, after all, and unless they had remarkable control over their hormones- had to take care of themselves somehow.
Or would- would they have simply let her slowly bleed to death or killed her? The thought alone disturbed her more than a little bit, leaving her more than a little scared and uncomfortable about the upcoming meal with the three.
Picking up a brush that had been given to her by the grey furred alien three days after her arrival at their home, she began to pull the brush through her long hair. Wincing slightly when she wound up pulling on one of the tangles. It took her about three minutes to finish brushing her hair.
She was about to put her hair up off of her nape when there was a loud thump- like the sound of a large hand hitting the bedroom door almost angrily. The door rattled a bit, but stayed closed as she heard Throttle's muffled voice from the other side of the door, "Come on Alice. Breakfast is ready and your keeping everyone waiting."
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to go to hell. She'd come out whenever she damned wanted too, but at the last moment she thought better of it and bit the inside of her cheek...hard.
"Alice," Throttle's tone changed slightly, shifting from irritation (at being kept from eating on time she'd bet) to concern. "Alice?" He said again as the door rattled a bit.
She heard him mutter an oath under his breath when the door didn't open. But of course it wasn't going to open- she had locked it shortly after getting up. Right around the time he had sauntered out of the room after his visit this morning. She door rattled a bit more on it's hinges before he stopped trying to force it open, causing her to smirk a little and think, Ha! Let's see you get in now jerk. A mere moment before Throttle growled, "Alice answer me..."
Her heart skipped a beat in her chest upon hearing his tone.
He sounded so worried and impatient all at once, like all he wanted in the world was to hear her voice or see her face. What was up with that? She wondered as he ground out from between clenched teeth, "Alice, I'm going to kick the door down and if I find out that you've hung yourself or slit your wrists- I'm going to bring you back from the dead and tie you to my bed and play with you until your body comes apart under my hands."
Alice's jaw dropped open in shock as a flush worked it's way up her neck to her face as she thought, slightly panicked, What did he mean by 'come apart under his hands'? Was that supposed to be a threat, an innuendo, or something else entirely? She wondered as a shiver worked it's way down her spine causing her to wrap her arms around herself a moment before she heard the faint sound of Throttle's heavy footfalls moving away from the door.
Not even ten seconds later the bedroom door swung open and hit the opposite wall with a loud bang and Throttle walked into the room and looked right at her, his expression dark until he saw her more or less huddled down into herself.
After a moment or so his expression softened and he crossed the small distance between them and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and pushed her back until the back of her knees hit the bed, causing her to topple over. Throttle followed her down, but at a more controlled pace. After watching her bounce once then settle on the bed, her eyes wide and her expression almost panic stricken.
Holy shit- He really had kicked the door in, hadn't he? She thought as her body started to tremble a little bit.
Throttle crawled onto the bed over the spot where Alice lay, his body pinning her own without touching. His thighs straddling her waist, his hands on either side of her head as he leaned down and was about to bury his nose against the side of her neck, when he felt Alice's small hands come up and push against his chest.
Not one to be deterred after the scare she'd just given him- Throttle reached up and grasped her small wrists in his hands and pinned them to the bed beside side of her head and felt her body tremble under him as her scent changed slightly, giving him a good whiff of her fear. The tangy nutmeg like scent hitting him hard, causing the pressure that had been in his chest earlier to reappear.
Sniffing the air for a moment, he then sighed and released her hands and framed her face with his large hands, careful of his sharp claws and the damage that they could do to her tender flesh and leaned in just enough to ask in a whispered tone, "Why are you afraid?"
He shouldn't have bothered asking a question he already knew the answer to. She was scared of- no- terrified of him. And after the shit that he knew that she had seen him do to Vinny last night, he couldn't really say that he blamed her. Sighing he backed off a bit. But not before he dropped his head to give her throat gave her a quick nuzzle. Pressing his nose against the curve of her jaw, and then quickly and silently removed himself from the bed.
His large body moving at a speed that she didn't seem able to process as he went from the bed to the door in what must have been the mere blink of an eye and looked back at her longingly then quickly vanishing from her sight.