Chapter Twenty-One
Wild One
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Marissa's eyes slowly opened to the shimmering morning light and to the sounds of grunts and slamming. Her eyes quickly shot open and she fell out of bed to see what it was.
"Garth…!"
He punched the wall repeatedly and kicked. She ran around the corner to see what he was doing. She noticed the blood stains on the wall before she noticed him only in his boxers.
"Garth, what the hell are you doing?"
He breathed heavily as he turned to her.
"Leave me be… I want to be alone…"
"Garth…"
Marissa insisted. She stood her ground; refusing to leave until he talked. He growled frustrated and turned, glaring at her.
"I said… leave…"
"No, Garth, tell me… Why are you so mad?"
"Ugh, shut up! Go back to sleep and leave me be!"
"Don't tell me to 'shut up', you fucking douche!"
"Fucking human, I said fuck off!"
They bickered as if they were an old, married couple. It was crazy, but the two had actually grown a friendship over the past few weeks of knowing one another. They hadn't left too many times and were constantly cooped-up together, so they were prone to getting into fights and arguments.
"Garth, come on! Stop being such a fucking baby! I was just concerned, you stupid ass!"
He growled loudly, punching the wall so hard that he fist actually went completely through; Marissa almost face-palmed.
"Great, way-to-go, moron…"
She muttered to herself, but Garth's sensitive hearing heard the comment.
"Ugh! I'm angry because there's nothing to eat… Are you happy?!"
She couldn't help, but began laughing.
"What? Are you serious? That's why you're angry? Idiot…"
He growled louder again and clenched his fists tighter as he approached her.
"What did you call me?"
"Oh, please, Garth, don't act so tough! I call you stupid names all the fucking time… Come on… Let's go…"
She grabbed her sweater and went to grab her shoes, not caring that she hadn't changed and just slept in the clothes she had worn the previous day.
"What? Where? Where are you going?"
She laughed again.
"'We' are going to the store, moron… We can just go buy more food…"
He glared at the door, almost as if he didn't want to go, but slowly walked down the steps towards her at the door. He grabbed his pants and shirt near the bottom of the steps and quickly threw them on. The two walked out and headed down the side-walk. Garth glared at the brightness of the sun. Marissa couldn't stop laughing.
"Why do you keep laughing?"
She smiled at him.
"…because you're just hilarious; the way you act around me… Trying to be the 'big, tough guy'…"
He glared at her and then looked the other way, trying to hide his slight blush.
"I've come to realize that Saiyans have feelings and emotions, too… Anger seems to be one of your favorites…"
She joked. He ignored her as they walked down the street.
"You like to act like you're so powerful and almighty and shit, but in reality, you're no different than us… Sure, you're much stronger than any human could ever be… but you have the same feelings and stuff… I noticed that a while ago…"
Garth finally looked at her and then abruptly cut in front of her, stopping her in her tracks, right in the middle of the road.
"It's been how long…? A month, maybe…?"
She nodded in agreement, confused, though, not knowing what he was getting at. Garth had learned about Earth's measurement of 'time', but still once in a while would use his own terminology from his home planet.
"I understand you… Marissa… I understand your interests and tastes… your feelings and emotions, but time and time again, I've told you…"
He stepped closer to her, making her step back.
"…stop bringing it up…"
She sighed and looked down.
"You aren't a girl so you wouldn't understand… I don't really have anyone to talk to about how I feel and shit… like… I'm fucking lonely and you're living with me twenty-four-seven… It's hard to explain…"
He glared at her in a confused sense, but backed off and turned his back on her to continue walking. From where they were now on the street, they could see about two streets over in a clearing that the store looked closed. No one was in sight. The town was almost completely vacant. Everyone had moved out of all the smaller towns into the cities where there was a surplus of food supplies and whatnot.
"Awe, shit… the store doesn't look open…"
Garth turned and looked back at her.
"Why not just break in and get what we need…?"
Marissa laughed and jokingly punched his arm.
"Ha… nice one… No, Garth… I really don't feel like doing that and besides, the store probably doesn't have that much anyways… We need enough to last at least another month…"
Garth looked down at her stupidly, like his idea was 'bad' or something, but quickly shook it off and moved towards where she was. She was digging around through the purse she had that had tons of loose cash in it and other 'woman' things. He watched her dig around for her watch to put it on.
"So… what's all that other stuff in your bag?"
She quickly closed it, almost a little embarrassed.
"Nothing to worry about…"
Suddenly, Garth felt a little nervous, like he was supposed to worry about it.
"What is it?"
He tempted to reach for it, but she quickly pulled away.
"No!"
She playfully swatted at him like a dog.
"Bad!"
He growled, but couldn't help, but grin a little himself. When she smiled, it just made him smile. He hadn't really seen her truly unhappy. Sure, he saw her scared when they first met, but she didn't seem sad to him. He couldn't imagine seeing a bright face like hers sad; she always had either a big smile on her face or an 'I'm-going-to-fucking-kill-you' face.
He chuckled and backed off and then looked off into the direction of the most and nearest energy from life forms; the nearest city, Saskatoon.
"Where do you want to go?"
She was silent for a moment, but then spoke calmly.
"Superstore; in Saskatoon… Since everything is closed in Davidson, I guess, I just thought we could use the day today to walk there… It's such a nice day, too, so…"
"We aren't walking…"
Marissa glared slightly at the back of his head after he cut her off.
"Huh…?"
He looked over his shoulder and grinned at her.
"We're flying…"
He lent out a hand towards her and she couldn't help, but look absolutely astonished.
"What…? Are you serious?!"
He chuckled and nodded,
"Yes… come on… idiot…"
She laughed and eagerly ran towards him and jumped on his back. Almost knocking him over, he quickly gathered his thoughts and held onto her legs as her arms wrapped around his neck.
Garth had told Marissa about a week before that he'd give her a 'lift' once he'd grown to trust her enough. This was it. Marissa was extremely happy only because Garth was cool and chill, but also crazy and sometimes had no chill. He reminded her of me, Taylor. He seemed trustworthy himself and had proven to her that he was trying to be more human than Saiyan, surprisingly enough. She'd never seen his Saiyan side, but didn't really know what to expect if she ever did.
Garth slowly began to hover above the ground, going higher and higher, inch by inch, into the air. Marissa clung tightly to him like a koala bear. Three feet, six feet, twelve feet; higher and higher, until Garth felt they were high enough and began to ascend forward. The wind began to blow harder and harder as he picked up his speed. It was hard for Marissa to keep her eyes open. They had to have been going up to hundred kilometers per hour by now. Garth couldn't stop grinning as they flew.
Marissa…
All he could think of was her name in a sarcastic kind of tone in his head. Marissa laughed and screamed as he'd teased to do flips and shit throughout the air. She wanted to hit him so hard but didn't dare let go for one second.
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Several hours later, after shopping, taking the food home, and heading back into the city, the sun was already being close to setting. The sky was lit up in a beautiful shade of orange and red. Marissa walked beside Garth through small crowds of people, yes, people, as in humans. Everyone was still chill here and didn't seem to worry too much about the Saiyans.
Weird… I thought everyone was losing their shit over these guys, but I guess not…
She thought. They walked past new, unidentified stores and businesses that Marissa was not familiar with. Obviously set up by humans for the Saiyans.
She thought that the funniest thing the Saiyans happened to love and didn't want destroyed was the strip clubs that were reopened in January of 2017. It was hilarious to see their faces; in complete awe and stupidity.
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Later on that same day, after they had gotten back from Saskatoon, Garth stepped into the bathroom, only to be immediately stopped by the sight of Marissa, half naked, changing into her clothes after getting out of the shower. She was only in her underwear, getting ready to put her shirt on. She had her back turned to the door, but turned slightly when she thought she heard it open. The second their eyes met, she yelled,
"Garth, what the hell are you doing?! Get the hell out!"
Garth was stunned at first, but Marissa began throwing various, small objects at him to get out. He flinched when a hairspray bottle hit him in the shoulder and he immediately snapped out of it and left, closing the door behind him.
"Sorry… Fuck…"
He growled at the closed door. He stepped away, breathing heavily. The image of her was now pierced into his retina.
No… Don't think about her… Don't…
He began to step up the stairs.
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Marissa stepped out of the bathroom and was now fully dressed, with her long, damp hair tossed over one shoulder. Her eyes gazed, somewhat angrily, but there was something else; a glimmer of something. She headed for the stairs and stepped up them quietly. When she reached the top, the first thing her eyes gazed upon was Garth, in the middle of the living room, doing one-handed push-ups with his left arm; with his right arm crossed behind his back; his fist clenched and strained. Sweat covered his whole body; seeping in trails through his t-shirt. The darker shades around his neck and spine and under his arms made Marissa want to do nothing more than rip the shirt off and feel that slick, sweat-covered skin. She didn't really know why she was feeling the way she was; maybe it had something to do with how much she trusted him or if it was completely just physical attraction and nothing more. She wanted to believe that something was there, and she knew in a way that there was. No matter how big or small, or if Garth even knew it was there, too, it was there, and she was going to bring it out.
"I'm sorry I didn't knock… I didn't know you were in there, I thought you were upstairs still…"
Garth spoke gruffly as he stopped and slowly stood up, stretching his left arm after sorely working it out. He turned around to face her; his face glistened and he cheeks were flushed.
"Garth…"
She kept her voice quiet, getting his full attention and he stopped talking and calmly asked,
"Yes…?"
Marissa sighed and began to walk towards him.
"I need to ask you something, but I don't really know how…"
She turned and went to sit on the couch. Garth slowly followed, gazing at the way she moved, feeling warmer and more on edge. He licked the spot of his gums where his incisors were hidden.
"What is it…?"
She signaled him to come and sit next to her. He sat down slowly, waiting patiently for her to continue speaking. He rested his elbows forward, on his knees.
"I… I have never been an overly, you know… 'sexual' person…"
Garth swallowed nervously as she spoke those words.
Where is she going with this… and why am I so fucking nervous?!
"Umm… and…?"
Raising an eyebrow at her, he attempted to keep that cool, collective, but cocky tone to his voice. Marissa looked up at him, blushing, and with curiosity running rapid through her eyes; licking her lips and worrying slightly.
"Could… Could you show me…?"
Garth was almost speechless, holding his breath momentarily. He straightened up, taking his elbows off of his knees. His attention was on and only on Marissa at this moment.
What did I do? All I did was walk in on her changing, and now, she wants to have sex with me?! Was she watching me work out or something? What?!
"Umm… sh-show you… what, exactly…?"
Marissa blushed more, thinking about what she was asking him and moved slightly closer so that now their legs were touching side-by-side.
"Sex… with you…"
No… Say no… Don't…
"I… I don't… M-Marissa… I…"
Marissa sighed and placed and hand on his knee, forcing herself to believe her instincts were right to be doing this.
"It doesn't have to be any super crazy alien stuff… I'm fine with just something normal or whatever…"
She giggled slightly at her own comment, but Garth didn't. He stood, moving away from her grasp.
"Garth…?"
He didn't answer. He stood with his back facing her and frozen. His head was lowered, but his eyes wide and alert.
"Garth, what's wrong…? Did I say something wrong?"
Marissa shifted worrisomely forward on the couch. Garth slowly shook his head and slowly turned around. Marissa gasped slightly. His eyes were a dark purple color, glowing brightly and strangely. She stood slowly from the couch.
"Garth…?"
Her voice was weaker than before and her hands were shaking.
"No one's ever asked me that before…"
Marissa was speechless.
"What…?"
He began to slowly pace to the window in the living room, gazing out at the darkening orange evening sky. He put his hands behind his back.
"I've been a General for nearly one-hundred and twelve years… and not a soul in this galaxy… or any other… has ever offered themselves to me…"
Suddenly, Marissa felt like she made a mistake.
Shit, I think he's taking this more seriously than I thought he would…
"I've had my share… and have bedded many… but… you…"
He turned around to face her again. His eyes focused harder on her; she felt almost like they were pushing her away from him. She completely disregarded what he said about how many years he'd been a General and continued to worry about him and why he was taking this so seriously.
"You… are willing… to be my mate…"
His voice was lower as he spoke those words, and it struck a nervous chord in Marissa.
Oh, no… Way too seriously…!
"What…? No, no… Garth, I think you heard me wrong or something… I just want to experience it… I don't trust guys on Earth… I don't like them…"
Garth grunted and backed away a step, like he was shocked.
"…but, I trust you…"
All was silent again.
Say something, man…
Marissa had too many thoughts running loose through her brain, as did Garth. Before Marissa could see, Garth flew out the window and was gone.
What? Where…? Where did he…?
She was too stunned to think.
What just happened?
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Garth landed next to a stream and tore his clothes off his sweat-drenched body as fast as he could, diving into the freezing, cold water. He came up for air and ran his hands harshly through his wet hair. He growled to him angrily.
"Stupid… Stupid… Stupid idiot…! What are you doing?! You just ran away… like a coward… Why?"
He stood waist deep in the water, under the now-visible moon light. He saw its reflection and glared up into the late evening sky.
"WHY? WHY AM I SUCH A COWARD?!"
He shook with anger; feeling the break of tears swelling behind his burning eyes. His breathing became harsher and more rigid. He growled loudly and roared out in pain as he felt his body holding back from transforming.
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About an hour later, Marissa had drifted off on the couch. Dry tears marked her cheeks as Garth stepped closer to her. He watched her as she slept, knowing that even if she wanted to, no matter how badly she wanted to, he'd have to hold back with every ounce of will-power he had. He flicked his tail like a cat; thinking with curiosity at all the things possible for him to do with her, or, more or less to her.
Marissa slowly opened her eyes to see the huge being standing right next to her. She gasped, but immediately sat up, punching him in the side. He didn't flinch, let alone move.
"Fucking asshole, you scared the shit out of me!"
She forced herself to grin slightly, but was still angry at Garth's childish behavior of leaving and running away when she asked her legitimate question. She stood abruptly and walked around him. He didn't say anything to her; he just watched as she walked to the kitchen. Marissa grabbed a bottle of water that was on the kitchen table and cracked it open, drinking it. Garth began to slowly approach her. She set the bottle down and stood next to the kitchen table; angry, sad, fearful and worried.
Garth stepped right up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn't flinch. She stayed standing motionless and didn't bother to turn around. Garth sighed deeply and then finally, after a long moment of silence between the two, he spoke,
"I thought about what you asked me…"
Marissa's eyes shifted to the side, but she still didn't turn to him.
"I thought about it… I thought about you… and…"
His hand shifted down from her shoulder to her arm and squeezed it slightly. His hands were warm with sweat. He was nervous, and that was obvious to Marissa.
"Marissa…"
She turned her head slightly; her eyes connected with his, but his were looking down at his feet.
"Can you look at me?"
She sighed quietly before turning towards him. He let her arm go as she turned. She looked up to him, still somewhat weary and nervous of him.
"Garth… I… I'm sorry for overreacting…"
Garth grunted quietly.
"Overreacting…? You mean when I walked into the bathroom earlier?"
She shook her head.
"No, I mean… just like any other time I've overreacted to something stupid you said or whatever… We haven't really been the same since any of those arguments…"
Garth licked his dry lips, thinking back to those couple of times. He regretted them immensely, and what Marissa was saying was true; they hadn't been the same. Now, Marissa wanted to have sex, and Garth was unsure of it.
"Marissa, did you hear me?"
"Yes… I'm not deaf, Garth."
He frowned slightly.
"Well, what do you think…?"
She sighed deeply and rolled her eyes.
"You still haven't given 'me' an answer, you know…"
Garth's eyes flashed almost angrily at her.
Geez, why is he so mad?! What did I do?
"I wouldn't be opposed to it… but I'm just concerned about you… Are you sure?"
"Yes, Garth… For the millionth time, yes…!"
Marissa spoke serious, but also partly sarcastic and annoyed, too. Garth looked her over slowly, wondering if it'd be alright to do it. He swallowed before gently bringing a hand to her face.
"We don't have to do this… I just…"
"What…? Come on, Garth; don't be such a pussy!"
He growled, trying hard not to smile or blush.
"I'm not; I'm just… taking precautions… I'm not human, you know… I don't want to end up hurting you…"
Marissa chuckled at the statement taking it like a joke and placed a hand on his chest, making him tense slightly.
"You're 'not' human… and that's the best part about you… The fact that you aren't one of these lame human guys… I love that… and I'm interested in knowing what it feels like…"
She quickly got over her slight anger towards him and immediately began to feel a small burn building up inside of her. She swallowed the lump in her throat and focused only on getting to Garth's 'soft' side.
"…and you're not going to hurt me… I think I know you well enough, Garth… You aren't some scumbag like the rest of them seem to be…"
She smiled up at the tall Saiyan as he slowly began to smile back down at her. His features softened and his eyes lit up.
"You're not going to hurt me… and even if you do, I'll walk it off…"
She spoke with that girlish, cocky tone in her voice and a big grin across her face, giggling slightly at her own comment again. Garth couldn't help, but finally let his grin come through completely. He gently placed a hand around her bicep, slightly pulling her in closer to him while the other still rested against her cheek. He slowly moved the hand on her cheek up to the side of her head, brushing her long hair back.
"Marissa… I… I respect you… but… I just don't feel… 'Right'… doing this…"
Marissa's smile slowly started to leave her face as she continued listening to Garth rather than doing stuff with him.
Fuck off, Garth… Come on, stop being such a baby!
"Garth…"
His eyes focused right on hers and she sighed deeply.
"I… I don't know what other way to say it other than 'I want you'… I thought I was clear enough with my question earlier, but I guess I was wrong…"
Garth stared almost blankly at her for a moment before looking away slightly. He grinned a little.
"I know… I guess in a way… I want you, too…"
Marissa chuckled at his change in emotion that she finally got; the change she was waiting patiently for.
"Also, I'm sorry…"
She laughed.
"Don't apologize, you big baby… Just 'do' what you think want to do… So, what do you want to do?"
Garth eyed her up and down; her words mixing about throughout his whole being. Marissa went to go say something snarky for him eyeing her up, only to be abruptly interrupted by the Saiyan leaning down quickly and kissing her. She tensed at that moment, but tried to play it cool by forcing herself to relax.
Come on, you can do this!
She noticed that as soon as she relaxed her arms and shoulders, Garth pulled her in closer, so that now their bodies were completely touching. She kissed him back, parting her lips more for him to have better access to her mouth. He groaned as she did it and gripped a hand to her waist and another in her hair. It felt amazing to her; the feeling of her heart beginning to pound at a million beats, leaping up and down in her chest, and the ache growing in her stomach; it was all too real. With sweat beginning to reform on Garth's skin again and her soft hands rubbing over him, he shuddered and almost growled. She loved every second of it, and so did he, but something also didn't feel completely right either. She felt like something was wrong for some reason.
It was getting harder for her to breathe and Garth sensed that, so he slowly pulled back from her lips, opening his eyes again to see her; he was shocked to see the look on her face, though. Marissa stared him straight in the eyes, confused and a little nervous, too at what she was seeing. Garth's eyes changed. They went from black to gold. His pupils dilated slightly bigger as she stared up at him.
"What's wrong?"
She was silent, but then snapped out of it to finally say,
"Your eyes… They changed…"
Garth's face went slightly paler at the statement, but he quickly disregarded it and wanted to just continue with what they were doing, smirking slightly at her.
"I'm not a human, remember… I do carry different, unique traits, you know…"
He grinned cheekily at her and kissed her jaw line. She flinched slightly; worried that it may be affecting Garth in a way that would be bad or something.
"Garth… Wait…!"
He didn't stop. His fingers gripped her shirt, pulling her close to him again as he continued kissing her neck and shoulder, pushing the fabric of her shirt aside.
"Garth…!"
She repeated in a raspy voice. Finally, he stopped and slowly his transitioning eyes burned up into hers. The color was splitting between gold and red, and his pupils began to get larger. She was even more nervous now, and all because of his weird, yet cool-in-a-way eyes.
"Garth, calm down… It's not like we're on a time schedule… You can go slower, you know…"
Come on, man, get it together, calm the fuck down! She's getting concerned. Just calm down and do it what she wants! Stop thinking about her like she's a child! She's a grown woman…
Garth looked down, but quickly looked up again; the red slowly dissipating from his eyes and his pupils went back down to a normal size. The gold color stayed, though, but Marissa didn't care. She felt good again, and didn't feel too nervous anymore. She felt warm again, and wanted to feel him. She wanted to continue, and Garth knew that, not only by her reaction to him, but by the sweet scent wafting lightly through the room; the scent of her.
She placed her hands up to his chest again and simply felt the muscles that formed his being. He grinned down at her, pulling on the bottom of her shirt gently, bringing it upward. She flinched at first, feeling her shirt being pulled up, but simply didn't care at this point and why should she? She was going to get to fuck this Saiyan; and she knew he knew it, too!
He pulled it off and dropped it to the floor, taking in the moment of just staring at her. He then felt the bare skin of her waist and felt as though his clothes were getting tighter, specifically his pants. He swallowed hard before leaning down and licking his lips, dampening them and then brushing them over hers. She pulled roughly on his shirt, pulling him down completely to kiss her. He did and it wasn't nearly as soft as he would've expected from her. Finally, Garth just gave into his instincts and couldn't control himself any longer. His pupils enlarged again, but, again, his eyes stayed that intriguing, but safe gold color.
Garth pushed her against the wall near the doorway to her bedroom and continued to kiss her, while now feeling his hands all up and down the front of her body; from her shoulders to her chest to her stomach and to her thighs. He pressed a knee between her legs and ran his hands around her waist to her lower back. He slowed himself and stopped; his eyes shifting to the open door and then back to Marissa's flushed, grinning face.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom?"
She whispered, and he grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth,
"Yes, please…"
Marissa giggled at him purposely being polite. He pulled her from the wall and lifted her up; grabbing under both her thighs and carrying her into the room as though she were weightless; like paper. He laid her down on the bed, falling, but catching himself on top. He kissed her neck while pulling her legs up so they wouldn't be hanging off the edge of the bed. He moved rather suddenly down to her stomach and ran his tongue along her skin. She flinched and grasped her hands into his hair, pulling his head up and away from her skin. He stared slightly confused at her, but still had a smile across his face.
"Sorry, I… I'm just not used to that…"
Garth chuckled as she tried to regulate her breathing.
"Not used to what…? This…?"
He spoke as he forced his head back down and did it again. Marissa flinched again, pulling at his hair more and laughing from it tickling her too much.
"Yes…!"
Garth chuckled again and instead began to kiss the skin of her abdomen. She felt his teeth graze over her skin at one point.
"You're not going to try eating me like those other freaks, right?"
She spoke, remembering Garth telling her a while ago about the two he saw when he first arrived at her house. He smirked and looked up again and spoke in a low tone,
"No, I'm not like them… I'm nicer than that…"
Marissa blushed as he slowly crawled back up to her face, gazing down at her with burning, heated eyes.
"I never thought this would happen…"
Marissa almost looking shocked,
"Really…? I pretty much knew from the second we met something would probably happen…"
Garth chuckled as his hand felt down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans.
"Oh, aren't you just so clever… What, were you going to try taking 'advantage of me' or something?!"
Marissa laughed, ignoring what his hands were doing.
"He-he; maybe… What are you going to do about it, huh?"
He chuckled lowly and leaned down, beginning to kiss around her ear, breathing heavily against her skin to make her shiver severely.
"Ahh, G-Garth…"
"What…? What's the matter, huh?!"
He continued, licking around the cartilage. His fingers grazed over the button of her jeans, slowly unbuttoning it and moving to the zipper. She moaned softly as his teeth bit softly on her ear.
"Ahh, st-stop… It t-tickles t-too much…!"
She tried to move, to get him away from her ear, but he had almost all his weight down on top of her so she couldn't really doing anything. She couldn't control her giggling and in return, made Garth chuckle.
"Aw, poor you… I guess that's too bad… because I don't think I can stop now…"
He pulled on her jeans, pulling them down slowly off her hips. He stopped at her mid-thigh and then stood from the bed. Marissa stayed lying on the bed, looking up at him. She was breathing heavily and shivering slightly from the warmth of his body suddenly being off of her. He grinned down at her and pulled her jeans completely off her legs. She was now only in her bra and panties and he was still completely dressed. Right as she thought that, he pulled his shirt up and over his head. She stared at his stomach; seeing all the muscle that formed up his abdomen and up to his chest. He certainly did look like a General for some galactic army. His arms flexed as he threw his shirt to the bed near where she was lying. She giggled at him.
"You think you're so cool, showing off like that… Don't you?"
He smirked and kneeled down at the edge of the bed, slowly sliding the palms of his hands up her legs and thighs. She shivered at the immense sensations. He stopped just at the top of her thighs and, with a little force, pulled her body closer to the edge of the bed. Her breath hitched when he did that and she could now feel the heat of his body against her lower regions.
Oh, God, what's he going to do now?!
She thought almost sarcastically, but also with that touch of arousal and seriousness behind it.
"Wh-What… are you… going to do…?"
She waited for his answer, but one never came. His grin grew as he watched her legs quiver as he kept touching her.
"What am I going to do…? Hmm, what do you want me to do…?"
That was the one question she didn't want him to ask. She was put on the spot and didn't know how to respond.
"I… I don't know… Wh-Whatever you want, I guess…"
She heard him chuckle at her response and felt the digits of his fingers pull against her skin. She couldn't help, but notice the sudden change in the atmosphere; his attitude, his emotions, the way he was acting, was different. He seemed more confident now; more collective and surprisingly more attractive.
"Whatever I want…"
He paused for a moment, inhaling deeply and tilting his head back with the sudden burst of complete arousal. She heard the shudder in his breath as he exhaled. He looked down at her; her eyes watching every move he made. He chuckled and gently placed a hand down on her lower abdomen, slowly bringing it down further. She swallowed, admittedly kind of nervous, and then felt the slight pull of his finger grabbing the last piece of fabric other than the bra on her body. She held her breath as he pulled her panties down, over her thighs and letting them fall from her knees to the floor; all the while his hooded eyes not leaving hers for a second; not even to look down.
"You smell so good… He-he; I'm trying so hard to hold back right now…"
Marissa was almost surprised at the words that came out of his mouth. She shifted slightly, moving up on the bed a few inches.
"Oh… why…?"
She kept her voice quiet and slightly higher pitched than usual. Garth smiled an unusual, never-been-seen-before kind of smile. It made her shiver even more.
"…because… my blood is burning right now; telling me to just take you as my own…"
He spoke through gritted teeth; ones in which Marissa could see his sharp incisors. She worried for a moment, looking at them that he may try biting her, and that was something she truly feared; probably even more than him killing her, only because she didn't know what it would do to her, or him, or both of them. She shifted more, moving further back, but Garth's lightning fast hand stopped her by grabbing her ankle. She flinched but didn't scream or anything.
"Do you trust me…?"
Marissa hesitated, but then remembered 'Oh, yeah, this is Garth we're talking about… Of course, I trust him!' She forced a small smile and nodded slightly.
"Yes…"