Val watched him leave the room, face blushing, unsure how react to his reaction. She steeled her nerve, following after him, intent on apologizing right away to get it out of the way. She served along the subterranean rooms in this building, finding him two rooms away. She saw him in a room that was sort of like a kitchen, but not quite considering he was from a race that did not much need to eat. It was more like a place for cleaning that just happened to have a sink and counter in it.
She stood in the doorway. "Nail, I'm sorry," she rushed out of gritted teeth to get it said.
She watched him jump at her talking, dropping the cup. It should have hit the ground and broke, but he caught it and set it down on the counter. He turned around and faced her. "Go back to the room, please. The others are sleeping," he spoke softly. "I'll explain in there."
"Why?" she questioned, standing up taller in the doorway.
"It's quieter in that room, partially noise proof and light proof to make it easier for me to rest," he explained.
She hummed under her breath, and answered, "heightened senses," she remembered from his memories. "Mmmm … okay."
She turned around, walking softly to the room in her bare feet. She looked down at her feet, thinking about how she would need some properly footwear soon, even if this planet had calm, mild weather, slightly cooler than the warm weather on Aviary. She remember her mother saying footwear that would grow with the Anthromorph was just not feasible, unlike with the shirt and pants that would. That was why the shoes could easily slip on and off instead. She went in, keeping the door open intentionally, waiting for him to coming to her, nervous about what he might do or say.
He stepped back into the room, her watching the door turned watching him. She watched him shut the door softly. "You grew fast, quite fast, as fast as possible according to your memories of what your mother said would happen," he said softly.
She nodded softly, feeling her long hair move a little in time with it. "Perhaps because I suppressed so long, or because I drank the tea right away, or both. My mother told me hers went quickly as well, but wondered if something got botched along the way and that was why she was so short in the end," she smiled bittersweetly at the thought. She looked down at herself, certain she was taller than her mother had been.
"And... if it was drawn out?" he asked, raising his chin up.
She wrapped her arms around her chest, jumping a bit when she realized how not flat it was anymore. She felt it a bit smaller than she would have liked though. "The blessing... The Great Elder drew it out...?" She shook her, but then nodded. "Possibly. I..." she looked up at him. He looked down at her, waiting patiently and expectantly. "I felt a little off though, right before I came into see him. When I saw you," she finished out. "I suppressed that though, as I have before, without even thinking about," she recalled, feeling her face blush.
"So perhaps a bit of all three?" he suggested. She shrugged and nodded. He opened his mouth, but then closed it. His upper lip twitched. "You're certain you felt something beforehand?" he pressed on bated breath.
She looked at him, noticing he was shifting his feet, hands curling and uncurling. "What has you so agitated?"
He grunted, looking back over at her. "You don't quite understand what happened when your potential was drawn out, and I went with it when perhaps I should not have, in spite of the temptation," he explained vaguely, sound almost ashamed of himself and not wanting to admit it.
"What?" she frowned, feeling puzzled.
"You have my memories, you've seen the aftermath of what happened because of the cataclysm," he said. She nodded. "I was just a child left in the aftermath, the last of the Demon Clan to survive, or so we thought, once Katas sent her child away before she herself died. Just one from the the Dragon Clan, the Great Elder, older than I, survived as well. He took Katas's research and notes, and made the dragon balls for this planet. He used them keep us alive and keep the planet alive. He repopulated the planet as the only the Dragon Clan Elder could."
He stilled, looking over at her. "But you're different," she realized, drawing back on his memories she had now.
He continued, "anything that happened before the dragon balls were created could not be undone, but it did save our future."
"You were wished back to your youthful self once, so you could stay on and protect the Great Elder and the others longer," she commented.
"Not my thinking, but something I was willing to do," he answered. "The Great Elder did it, telling me right before it happened, leaving it to be my choice at the last possible second. For the fear of a great evil coming one day coming here."
"Frieza. He has," she agreed, nodding. "And brought me with him."
He nodded, saying, "that was a blessing in disguise." He sounded almost irritable when he said it though. He took a deep breath, scowling slightly. "Do you know what the memory exchange was that happened between us? What it was meant as in the past?"
She hummed, "no, but I have feeling I can guess." She felt her breathing rate go quicker.
He looked more irritable. "It was something two of the Demon Clan would do before, if..."
"They become bonded..." she finished. She felt her breathing grow heavier, face going pink at the idea. She wondered at the permanence of it. The strictest of mates where one act of infidelity was death, the bonded for life like her own parents, or the bonded for a time in loose connection.
"For a time, as long of both allow it," he explained.
"The loosest kind," she thought to herself, brushing a few stray hairs from her face. It was more preferable than the strictest way at least. She approached him cautiously, gauging his reaction as she did so. He did not pull back nor shrink away, but did grow stiffer. He was breathing deeply, looking a little flustered yet. His lips curled up, but not in a snarl. She stood as close as she could without touching him. She was certain she wanted him, and could have him. She raised her hand up to stroke along his inner wrist and forearm. He sucked down a noisy breath.
"If you do what you did earlier, I cannot guarantee my reaction," he forewarned her.
She looked up at him, smirking at him when she saw him swallow thickly. He was trying to be honorable, but struggling with self control. She gently placed both her hands on his shoulders, thinking, knowing, and deciding better him than someone undesirable. She leaned up and kissed him once more, softly. He kissed her back, leaning his neck down to her. He gasped against her, allowing her to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. Sparks seem to fly within her in time with the kiss, but that might have been from his sharper teeth sliding along her lower lip.
She pulled away, raising a hand up between them for just a second. He huffed out when she did that. She brought her hand to her lower lip, checking to see if it was bleeding. It was not, which she was not expecting. She remembered Cargo accidentally scratching her and leaving a shallow red mark. "What is it?" he asked softly.
"I think... my skin might be tougher," she mused. She flicked her gaze up to meet his eyes. "Scratch me," she requested.
He furrowed his brow, bringing his hand up to hers. "I don't want to leave my own scars on you..." he growled down.
"I don't think you're going to be able to," she countered, shaking her head. "My palm," she suggested. He pressed the nail of his thumb against her palm, tracing along one of the lines of it slowly. He pressed harder as he went up. When he moved his hand away, only a slight red mark toward the top where he pressed harder. "I don't think you're going to be able to leave a physical scar, even if you wanted to," she smirked at that. He kissed the inside of her palm softly, making her think he probably would be too uncomfortable to intentionally try.
She brought her hand held up to the back of his neck, angling his neck down to her, kissing him anew. She snaked her hands along the ruffled scarf along his neck, seeking around to the back of his neck to remove it. His own hands joins hers to remove it. She felt them shake a bit. She went for his vest then, completely uncovering he hardly covered upper body to begin with. Hardly necessary to wear anything else in the climate, but too much to wear in the present moment. She felt a thrill go through her at the sight of him. She pulled him back by the hand, stepping carefully backwards to the far wall where the futon lay. He followed without resistance, but then paused a moment to kick his shoes off before stepping on the futon she was standing on.
His hands came down to her hips where her pants met her shirt. He aligned his mouth against her neck, nuzzling against her. "Would you like me to pull it up like last time?" she whispered demurely in his ear.
He nodded shyly, watching her bring her hands to the bottom, front part of her shirt. He slipped back just a bit, making her feel a bit cooler and strange. She pulled up her shirt, allowing him the sight of her own bare torso to match his. She glanced down at it, having not seen it since she grew either. Smaller than she would have liked. She raised her head up, nodding up to beckon him to her. His hands came to her waist, him bending down to kiss her mouth before kneeling upright on his knees before her. She traced her fingers along the back of his ears encouragingly. She gasped, biting her lower lip when his kisses began there there. She closed her eyes, feeling, not thinking about, he was doing. Him... he was desirable. More than anyone her mind could think of in the moment. She willed away stray thoughts, mentally willing him to keep going instead. His teeth should have felt sharper than they did. His hands kept her hips steady, resting at first on the hem of her pants, but fingers sliding centimeter by centimeter under the hem as his mouth moved. She felt him start grumbling, starting to pull them down, but then stilled his fingers and shook his head. Watching his desire clash with his hesitation was adorable in its own way, even with him being the strongest warrior of his race, the last remaining of his clan.
She brought her hands down to cup his jaw, guiding his mouth off of her. He pulled away a disappointed, hungry look in his eyes. She brought her hands down to his on her pants. She pushed on his hands to push on her pants to push them down. He closed his eyes when she did so, opening them when to help her step out of her pants. He sunk down on his knees, settled lower before her now. She brought her hands under his jaw and nodded. He brought mouth down between her legs, teasing along it in similar, clumsy earnest as her chest. She clenched her jaw to keep herself from crying out. She kept her hands on his jaw, stroking along there encouragingly. She shook, feeling warmer. She pressed her back against the wall, his mouth following in pursuit after a moment's pause. She loosed a breathy moan when she felt like she could not take much more of it. She half nearly pushed him away, but resisted the desire.
He pulled away from her after that. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. She sunk down against him, bravely bringing her legs on either side of one of his. She leaned her head against his one side of his neck, hand coming up to his shoulder on his other side. He pulled her close, gingerly slipping his hand into her hair. She disliking it at first, but did not pull away. She found herself allowing that when none of his fingernails snagged any of her hairs. She hummed, shifting against him to bring herself as close as close could be. She kept her mouth pressed against his neck, planting soft kisses there. She risked bringing her hand to the hem of his own pants, then under it, cautiously stroking what she found. He grunted, the sound sounding deep, purr like. His hand came to her forearm, but did not pull her off of him. She kept moving her hand more boldly, hoping he liked what she was doing as much as she had liked what he did. The sounds he made sure seemed like it.
When she pulled her hand away, he groaned. She brought her hand to his jaw, angling it towards her. A hungry, dark look clouded his face. She slipped away from him and off of his lap. She saw him start to follow her, but she brought his hand to his hips to stop him. She brought her hands to his pants, eyes watching him as she removed his own pants by herself. He rose up on his knees, to let her pull them down to his knees. He leaned back, sitting down after that. She felt him tense up nervously when she removed them completely. She might have known what to do next, but lacked the experience to back up the knowledge. She worried he might be in the same boat. He looked over at her, and she nodded once, beckoning him over. He came over to her at that, setting himself back on his knees. She slipped her legs around both of his, nervously not looking down between the two of them. "Val?" he questioned.
She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. "You should call me Kiri," she whispered.
She slipped her hand between the two of them, guiding him to slip inside of her with a grunt and then a gasp as he took over the motion, with her trying to move and match him. When he thrusted upwards, she tried her best to sink down on him. She felt a a burning sensation mixed with stabbing. She leaned her forehead down on his shoulder, baring down against the pain, as it increased. She clenched her jaw, refusing to cry out.
"Relax, relax," he soothed, fingers dancing along her spine. She felt a war within herself between relaxing and tensing up all the more. "Lay back," he then suggested.
She shook her head at first, bringing her head off of his shoulder to look at him. He looked more concerned about her discomfort than his own pleasure. She sighed, pulling away and sinking herself down on the futon. She pushed the blanket away from her like an afterthought. She reached her hand up to draw him down to her. He came over, her nodding up at him. He slid himself back inside of her a bit too quickly, making her cry out in surprise. His mouth clamped down on hers, providing a soothing distraction as he took her at his own pleasure. She encouraged him along, hands wrapped around neck. She felt his nails dig into her shoulders when he finished, making her wince.
He pulled his mouth off of hers, and slipped out of her, yet went no farther. He looked down at her, face dawning in realization that his nails were still in her shoulders. He slacked his grip, tracing his finger tips over the nails marks that had not broke the skin, even if they should have. He brought his mouth down on each spot, like a nonverbal apology.
"Val Kiri," he hummed contentedly.
She felt herself blush at the sound of both of her names on his lips. "Val when we're around others, Kiri when were alone," she advised, fingertips ghosting over his lips. After pulling her hand away, she rose her head up enough to kiss him anew, tangling her legs up with his.