ConfusedKitten: I understand your concern, but yes it was up for adoption. It's written in the very end of the description for the story. Right before it says the author's name. I always check and ask permission before editing, typing and posting a story.
Disclaimer: Ooman is the sole work of blacktalon117 and the producers of the movies
'K'on's eyes are going to fall out.'
Ti'kon thought smugly, as he caught the Young blood's eyes swivelling from him to Little knife for the twentieth time this morning.
They all sat in the control room. Little Knife taking up the pilot's chair on the other side of K'on. Curled up in a tight ball, the chair dwarfing her as she snored softly, sound asleep.
'She deserves her rest,' he smiled.
They both had little sleep last night. When he dozed off after their second not-quite-mating, it was only to wake again minutes later with her hands and mouth on him. His female was insatiable, and he was happy to step up to the challenge. But what truly floored him was that when he reached for her in the early hours of the morning, taking the initiative, and waking her from slumber to drag her body to his.
She let him.
Without a fight or struggle, she came to him. Not trying to take back her dominance like a Yautja female would at his bold assumption. Instead she had sighed, smiling sleepily at him, slinking down his body, to purr his name before using that wonderful mouth on him again. In fact, if he thought about it, when it came to mating practices between Little Knife and him, it was almost like she was treating him as an equal. Ensuring that he received just as much pleasure as she did. She didn't just take, she gave, and it was so refreshing for the honored warrior. She made him feel wanted during mating, not acting like he should be thankful that she had chosen him to serve her.
For Paya's sake, she hadn't even seen any of his trophies (and he had many of them back at the Clan ship) and yet still accepted him as a male. This was all new to him, and he couldn't say he hated it. Little Knife's appreciation for his body was a soothing balm to his pride, and he practically thrilled under her unrestrained attentions.
When he had awoken this morning after an hours sleep, it was to find her standing over him, smiling wearing his loin cloth, which acted as a skirt on her, and a simple strip of bandage around the glands on her chest.
"I went to get dressed this morning," she spoke. "And I couldn't find all the rolls of bandages."
Her eyes glinted with mirth, and Ti'kon fought his own smile, doing his best to look innocent.
"Luckily," she continued, "I found this-" She fingered his loin cloth. "-just lying around. How convenient is that?"
Ti'kon had then spent an hour searching the ship for a replacement cloth for himself, not being able to feel annoyed at her antics, even when he tried to. He wasn't sure if he could ever be annoyed with her after last night.
'Paya, last night...'
"I checked. on the Lone warrior this morning", K'on spoke, snapping his Uncle out of his daydream. "His hands now move sometimes. I injected him with more solution, he should be fine until we dock at the Clan ship."
Ti'kon hated to admit that he had forgotten about the unconscious warrior, with all his thoughts being consumed by Little knife, but K'on luckily hadn't and was continuing the revival process his uncle had started. The solution he spoke of was a sugar water protein mix, that was meant to keep a Yautja alive in starvation situation. The medic's at the Clan ship would be able to do more for him. It was a good thing for the warrior that they would be docking very soon, hours in fact.
It was a good thing for the Lone warrior, but not Ti'kon.
He wasn't giving up Little knife, he already knew that. But he was worried about the conflict that the decision might cause. He would fight for her if necessary, but he did not want his mate to be hurt in the process, it would not be his strength that the Yautja wanted to test. It would be hers. He looked over at her sleeping form. He wanted to shake her awake and tell her of the potential danger ahead of her, but he knew it was useless. She could not understand him yet.
Little knife snorted in her sleep, and rolled around in the chair until her legs and one arm dangled over the sides. Her watched her body relax again, her soft black hair covering her face. His chest tightened as she mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like his name.
How was it that she managed to look beautiful to him, even in that ridiculous position?
And more importantly, when had she become beautiful?
All Ti'kon knew was that it was before last night, and after she had been celled with him.
"K'on," he spoke slowly. "When we dock, if I am called away to council to explain all that has happened, even though I sent a report, I want you to stay with Little Knife and guard her."
The Young blood looked at him with wide shocked eyes. "You would trust me with her safety?"
Ti'kon regarded him carefully. "Should I not?"
K'on sat straighter in his seat, locking eyes with his elder. "You can trust me, elder."
"Good, you must remain on guard, even if one of my offspring approach. I trust if your father does, but I do not know the minds of my children enough to risk it. Little knife is my mate now and I swore to protect her, I will not tolerate her being harmed. . .in any form."
"Anyone with a sense of smell can tell that she is your mate uncle," K'on snorted. "They would be stupid to try anything. Actually, anyone within a hundred feet can smell you on her. Perhaps you should bathe her before docking," K'on's mandibles twitched, and Ti'kon could tell he was trying not to grin. "In fact you could both do with a bath, my eyes are watering because of all the musk in here."
"Your eyes are watering, because you can not keep them to yourself,young blood."
"Can you honestly blame me, Uncle?"
Ti'kon looked to his mate, who had moved while they were talking. She was now upside down, her legs were in the air, leaning against the back of the chair, while her head dangled from the seat. Her hair so long that it disappeared into the fog, probably touching the floor beneath.
How could she sleep like that?
"No."
