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Ti'kon knew he should be worried, as he rubbed soap on to his skin.
He had sent his report to the high elder, explaining the events on Earth, explaining that he was bound by honor to protect the female, and the reply was a curt. 'I'll speak to you when the ship docks'. This could mean anything. He should be worried, but he wasn't. He was too pleased with himself, because his Little Knife was happy.
He knew this because there was so much more life in her. He rarely saw her when she wasn't smiling. Her injuries had healed quickly, and she hadn't stopped moving since then. It was almost like she was Ch'hkt-a, hyper-active. He and K'on found great entertainment in watching her progress through the ship on the internal diagnostic scanner. Her little red dot of a lifesign was often seen in the air vents, underneath the floor, in the walls, and generally in places he didn't think existed, or didn't think anyone could fit. Ti'kon had actually gotten used to K'on leaning over the control panel and saying 'Scanner shows her in the vents again'.
Ti'kon knew she was just exploring her new environment, so he didn't see any reason to check her behavior. Letting her have free reign seemed to be doing her wonders. Yesterday, she had actually started singing. Yautja couldn't sing, their vocal cords just weren't designed for it. They could purr and trill, which Ti'kon considered musical, but they could not sing. He had encountered many races that could however, and thought nothing of the skill until Little knife started to display it.
Ti'kon's favorite song, that he had heard her singing so far, was the one where the lyrics spoke of one needing to be bad, bold, wiser, hard, tough, and stronger. He agreed with most of the song, except for the bad part. Bad bloods were hardly ever wise but, so he figured 'bad' had different connotations for Oomans. He took Dahdtoudi singing this as a sign of her happiness.
What he also took as a sign of happiness, was the fact that she had started playing with K'on. The young blood had come to him complaining of her antics, saying that he should have named her Kwei, tricky and sly. He only laughed when K'on told him what she had been doing. Little knife was teasing the young Yautja. His only advice was that K'on should be a male about this, and not let it bother him.
Washing all of the soap from his skin, Ti'kon ducked under the water to wet his hair.
If he was honest with himself, he had been slightly jealous of her playfulness with K'on, but he quickly pushed the emotion from his head. K'on was not the one who she chose to sleep with at night, and he was not the one whose lap she often claimed.
The thought calmed him, and he leant back in the water, closing his eyes. His female was happy and that was what mattered the most.
Breathing in deep he started to relax, and froze.
His mind must be deceiving him. He breathed in again, catching the scent.
Familiar, yet different, but very potent.
His body registered the scent before his mind did, stirring to life under the water.
N'dui'se, the mating musk, and there was only one female on the ship.
His eyes snapped open. She was standing there at the door, half hidden, looking at him with very dark eyes. Her brown ones now a black.
Had she come to him to help her through her heat? Had she chosen him?
However, before he could call to her, she disappeared from sight. He could sense her there, though, just behind the door. Why was she hiding? Did she change her mind?
Rejection hit him hard, but he had to be certain of her actions, she was not a Yautja female. Mating practices could be very different for her.
He trilled to her, purring softly. He knew she didn't respond well to her new name yet, so he called to her in a way she was more likely to answer.
"Mo'va."
She came back, standing in the doorway, eyes looking everywhere but at him. He breathed in deep, her scent was. . .gone.
Did her heat last that quickly? How did Ooman males even impregnate the females with a time span so short?
Perhaps she wasn't even in heat to begin with. No matter, she was here now, and he wanted his female to come bathe with him.
He waded through the green water, and held his hand out when he reached the edge of the bath. He trilled to her, making her look at him, and gestured to the water.
"Oh. Oh no, Big guy, the water looks nice, but I don't want to get my bandages wet."
'Well, that's easily fixed,' Ti'kon thought, motioning for her to come closer.
She didn't move from the doorway. She merely stared at him. Her eyes swept over him as he held out his hand. He felt like she was inspecting him. Then her eyes fell on his palm, no, his talons. She was watching the water drip from them. Her eyes turned black and her scent emerged again.
Ti'kon breathed deep, his body responding to the renewed call. He felt himself harden. How was this possible, could she turn the scent on and off? No, that was impossible, he had to be doing something to cause this. He watched her, as her eyes continued to run over his body, appreciation for his form very clear. His body pleased her. He felt his chest rise with male pride, and watched as her eyes glued onto the movement.
He motioned for her to join him again, trilling softly.
She blinked, shaking her head, and then the scent was gone.
That's when Ti'kon realized, she wasn't in heat. Oomans may not even have it, but if he wanted musk to come from her, he simply had to entice her. Not with trophies showing her what a good hunter he was, but with his body.
"Oh no, I really don't want to get my suit wet, Big guy."
Again, he could easily remedy that. He motioned again, making sure to move his talons so the light glinted off them, knowing she responded to that, and slowly Little knife came forward.
She reached him, bending forward slightly, black hair spilling across her shoulders.
"What?" She asked curiously.
Ti'kon quickly sliced his claws through one leg of her self made clothing. The fabric split easily and exposed her leg. His eyes instantly found her scars. He had seen them before, but he had never truly looked at them. They were the marks of strength. A dedication to her survival. It didn't matter how she had gotten them, but now it mattered that she had them. They were the marks of an equal, someone worthy of mating. He felt his organ twitch below the water, hardening more with rising lust for his female, but before he could split the other leg, she yelled and jumped back.
"Don't look at them!" She screamed, trying to cover her leg with the torn material.
Ti'kon's head snapped back like she had physically kicked him. She was rejecting him properly now, ordering him not to see her as a mate would. His chest tightened to the point of pain. He felt like a shunned Young blood all over again.
"They're hideous, disgusting. I don't what you looking at them."
She was backing away from him now, still trying to cover her leg.
"I don't want you thinking I'm ugly."
The words were so soft, and sad, that Ti'kon wasn't sure if he heard them properly.
'What?!', Ti'kon froze, his brain grinding to a halt. 'How, in paya's name, could she think her scars are ugly?'
Was this why she covered herself with bandages?
And she thought she wasn't attractive to him because of them. He wasn't standing for this. His female would know she was desired, if it was the last thing he did.
Ti'kon threw himself from the water, grabbing her before she could run away. He pulled her backwards, into the bath, ignoring her screams and thrashes. Ignoring her 'fuck off's, and 'stop it's. He pulled his upset female close, and started to purr.
Running his mandibles through her hair, he took her into the middle of the bath, and gradually, with his persistence, her thrashing stopped. He locked eyes with her, feeling her frantic heart beating against his chest, and lowered her in his hold. Moving her down, until she could feel his arousal. She stiffened in his grasp, her eyes wide.
"Why. . .? How could you. . .?" She trailed off, eyes searching his desperately for answers.
He would give them to her.
With quick movements he tore all of her bandages off. She struggled as he grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head, lifting her torso out of the water. She was thrashing now, but he knew she would soon stop. Selecting a large scar that ran down the middle of her chest, he touched a talon to it. Purring, he gently traced the entire length of it. He did this to another, and another. Purring with every swipe of his claws. Her body started to tremble, but he didn't stop his ministrations.
"You... you like them."
Her voice was faint, her eyes dark. He nodded, confirming her words. Ti'kon couldn't smell her scent, due to the water, but the look in her eyes told him she was making it. He used his whole hand now, running his palm over her skin. She shook in his hold, and made a throaty noise that he had never heard before. Her eyes sliding shut, she arched into every stroke he gave.
'My female likes this,' he thought with very male satisfaction.
Ti'kon ran his large hand all over her, noting the sounds she would give for certain parts of her body. She would make a high keening when he touched the glands on her chest, and he liked how they swelled to his touch, the points hardening. She made a deep noise whenever he touched her rear, and a high pitched noise if he gripped the flesh there.
She strained in his hold, trying to get closer to him, but he was enjoying this. Ti'kon continued to hold her away, exploring her body.
His organ throbbed, twitching every time she cried out.
He wanted to penetrate her.
Claim her as his mate.
Make her crave his body.
But she was so very small. She may be eating a lot of meat, but her body was still malnourished. He could see all of her ribs. If he claimed her now, when she was not in peak physical condition, he would hurt her. His size may even hurt her if she was healthy. If he was a Young blood, he would be moving within her by now, but he was an Honored Warrior. He knew the value of waiting, and was not hormonally crazed.
Her noises were becoming loud and frequent. She started to chant 'please', begging him, testing his resolve as he explored her. She made such sweet noises for him.
He ached to take her, his organ ordering him to give it relief.
No, he had to wait.
Make sure she was healthy first.
Have a translator implanted in her skull, so there would be no misunderstandings between them.
So she would know when he said he wanted her.
He would wait to join with her, but that didn't mean he could not please her first.
Yes, he would give her pleasure. So that when she was ready, she would know to come to him for relief. Ti'kon had been around for a long time, he knew ways to please a female without fully mating.
If she was so responsive now. . . .he knew she would enjoy it.
