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Nova was in shock.

One moment she was trying her damned best to just get a third of the flask in, like she had been striving for all day. Erotic pictures of Ti'kon dancing in her head to help with the strenuous, time consuming process, and the next thing a very real Ti'kon had jumped on her. He pulled the flask roughly from her very tender downstairs (also known as a vagina), pushed her down, and then started yelling so loud and fast that her translator couldn't pick it up.

It was all just Ti'kon screaming Yautja in her face.

Stunned all she could do was stare at him blankly, feeling embarrassed that she had been caught well. . . .wet handed. Before she could say anything, she was hoisted and slung over his shoulder, and they were heading for the door.

"What are you doing!" she screeched, finally finding her voice as he carted her out into the hallway like a Neanderthal.

"Ti'kon, I'm naked!" she screeched again, thumping on his back as hard she could.

It didn't even slow him down and he didn't even answer her. Instead he seemed focused on getting to the elevator (or transport as they called it) and Yautja were staring. They stopped in their tracks to look at the strange couple passing.

For the first time in years, Nova felt herself blushing, and this wasn't a normal blush. This was a deep red that traveled down her neck to her chest and shoulders. She considered herself sexually liberated, yes, but she had never been this exposed in public before.

Snarling, she gave up trying to reason with the obviously mentally unstable male, and just settled for pounding on his back as hard as she could. Ti'kon didn't even stumble as they made it to the elevator, and the doors opened.

Nova stopped caring if she made a scene. She thrashed on his shoulder in a naked furry, growling exactly like a pissed off Yautja would. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and yanked harshly, before he could step into the elevator.

They were both snarling now and not in a good way.

Nova had been sure that his hair would stop him, but it didn't. He just staggered into the lift. Nova briefly noted that there was a group of young looking Yautja in the lift. They huddled in the corner, trying to distance themselves from the enraged couple.

Running on pure female indignation, Nova reared up and bit Ti'kon as hard as she could on his large forehead, drawing blood.

"You will cease your struggles, female!" He roared, his voice extra loud in the confined space.

"Fuck you!" Nova snarled back, too angry to form something more coherent.

"I am taking you to a Medic. Stop fighting me!"

Nova scoffed grabbing onto his hair again. "I don't need a Medic, but you will after you've embarrassed the hell out of me. I'll tear the mandibles right out of your fucking face for this."

She tugged viciously on his hair, making Ti'kon howl briefly in pain.

"Stop this foolishness now!" He jostled her on his shoulder in retaliation, knocking the wind from her lungs. "You are scaring my new students."

"Good," Nova hissed, not really in control of herself at all right now, "'cause I'll be stabbing their eyes out later anyway."

A weak purring started up in the corner of the lift, and both her and Ti'kon's gazes snapped to the youth who had made the unexpected sound. The other young ones quickly took up the cause, and Nova knew what they were trying do.

"I DON'T NEED TO BE CALMED!"

As soon as Ti'kon joined in she was screwed. The transport vibrated with soothing octaves, and Nova found herself falling victim to the Yautja purr again. Her struggles becoming sluggish.

'Damn the purr'

"Fuck all of you," she declared with far less hostility than she would have liked.

The Lift stopped and Ti'kon hurried off, still continuing his purr. Nova actually hated him right now. She still pounded against his back, but the anger wasn't in it anymore. She wanted to be angry.

"Medic!" Ti'kon yelled. "I need a Medic."

"Is it an emergency?" A familiar voice called in return.

Nova couldn't see, considering her ass was facing in his direction, but she knew it was the doctor that had implanted her translator.

"Yes."

"Then bring her in quickly."

Ti'kon did just that and Nova found herself dumped onto a metal table.

"Scan her womb, scan all of her lower half and check for anything corrosive in her system," Ti'kon barked at the Medic.

This was the first time Nova had been able to see his face since he grabbed her, and what she saw there made her pause. She felt the rest of her anger drain away. He was worried. No, more than worried he looked scared.

Yes, she was still naked, but that didn't matter anymore.

"Ti'kon if this is about what you saw, I can explain everything."

He held up his hand wearily, cutting off anything else she was going to say.

"When the Medic has cleared you, then we will talk."

Whatever this was, Ti'kon was being far too serious for her liking, but she would do as he asked. She leant back and let the green robed Yautja flit around her. When the medic was done, he turned to Ti'kon.

"Apart from some recent stretching, all of her reproductive system is fine. Nothing seems to be wrong and there is nothing corrosive in her system at all, except for the natural bacteria you would find there."

All at once, Ti'kon relaxed. His shoulders dropping, as he leaned against another table in the room. He even closed his eyes in relief.

"May I ask-" the Medic started only to be cut off by Ti'kon's raised hand, much like Nova had been.

"Do you have any idea what you were playing with?" Ti'kon's words were soft, and she knew instinctively that they were directed at her.

At his words this whole fiasco started to make sense to Nova.

She understood what this was about now. She wasn't stupid, and yet she had taken something from a room full of weapons to. . .

She had a bad feeling about this.

"What was I playing with?" She asked just as softly.

Ti'kon pulled the flask she had used from his belt. She didn't even know that he had brought it with him. Some of it was still shining with her juices. She heard the Medic gasp, and she knew he had put all the pieces of the puzzle together before she could.

Ti'kon pressed something on the flask and the top suddenly opened, the lid splitting into pieces and spreading open. He stepped away from the table and holding the flask above said table. He slowly tipped it until a bright blue liquid came out. It dripped onto the metal and immediately started to hiss and bubble.

As Nova watched, a hole started to form. The metal bubbling and turning into a liquid, pooling on the floor in a small metallic puddle.

The horror of what she could have done to herself hit Nova.

'Fuck. . .me'

"This is only the solvents reaction to metal," Ti'kon was speaking far too calmly for her liking. "On organic matter it destroys all traces. We use it if we need to dispose of a carcass quickly-"

'Oh God'

"It is also an effective weapon if used properly. Would you like to tell me what you were doing with it, Little Knife?"

His stare was hard as he looked at her.

"Don't patronize me," she hissed. "Your demonstration was all that I needed to know that I fucked up. You don't have to rub it in, and for your information what I was doing was for your benefit as much as it was for mine."

Ti'kon's look didn't waver, and she was starting to get pissed again.

"Explain how any of what you were doing could benefit me?"

"Look, you pompous, big headed git. I'm not one of your students, so you can stop talking down to me," was it her imagination or did Ti'kon flinch for a moment. "And what I was doing was practice. You may not have noticed, but there is a huge size difference between us, and that-" she gestured to the opened solvent, "flask-of-death happens to be the closest thing to what you've got hiding in your loin cloth. I was trying to. . .I was trying to make it easier for us to fit together, but now you can take your superior attitude and stick it up your ass."

Nova got off the table, not even caring that she was naked now, and stormed out of the room. If Yautja women walked around almost naked then so could she.

If she had stayed a little longer, she would have heard the Medic as he turned to Ti'kon and said. . .

"Actually, her idea, apart from the solvent, wasn't half bad. Almost logical actually."

The healer looked thoughtful as he scurried off, leaving a pensive Ti'kon to his thoughts.

Nova returned to their quarters and dressed. This was her first real fight with the Big guy and she didn't know how to take it.

Sitting on a Yautja sized couch, she flipped through the book Ti'kon had given her. Not really seeing the pages, but needing to keep her hands busy while she thought. Yes, she had messed up. Yes, she had never been this mortified in her life, but she had also managed to scare the crap out of her alien husband to the point that he had actually talked down to her. He may be way older than her, but he had handled the situation all wrong. . .they had both handled the situation wrong. She had to admit she did go bat shit crazy there for a while.

Her intense frowning at the book was broken, when a familiar metal object fell into her lap.

"It's empty now," Ti'kon said, coming around to sit with her on the huge couch.

"Well, that's a relief wouldn't want to burn something vital off," she said nonchalantly.

"I emptied it so you could use it."

"What if I don't want to anymore?"

She knew she was being a bitch, but she was still upset. Ti'kon said nothing, and for the first time they shared an uneasy silence.

"I apologize for embarrassing you like that. I realize now that you were only trying to hasten our union. I myself would have never thought of using a. . .device to help, but if it will make it easier for you. . ." He trailed off for a moment, and Nova slowly shut her book.

She gave him all of her attention, the fact that he was apologizing meant a lot to her. She knew that men hated saying they were wrong, she didn't think that Yautja males were any different in that department. Pride was a big issue for any male.

"I am also sorry for talking to you like I would a suckling. You are my mate and deserve only the best from me-"

"I'm sorry I bit you," Nova suddenly cut in, making Ti'kon's mandible twitch, "and pulled you hair, and hit you. . . . and told you to get fucked, and said I'd pull out your mandibles. You're not a big headed git either."

Ti'kon was grinning outright now.

"Well, my head is a lot bigger than yours," he smiled.

"Yeah, but it was rude for me to point it out."

Ti'kon laughed and reached over, pulling her into his lap, bringing with her the flask and the book.

"So all is forgiven then?" Ti'kon asked, already starting to weave his mandibles into her hair, a steady purr forming in his chest.

"Yeah, for now, until one of us screws up again, and we have another marital spat. I guess there's still a lot we don't know about each other," she felt Ti'kon nod, and she knew he agreed with her statement, "but we are mated. . .so we will just have to try and talk things out, and hope that we don't try to kill each other in our sleep. . .Ti'kon, why is there tape on the flask?"

Nova had been examining the empty flask in her lap while talking, and was surprised to find a small band of white tape about a third of the way down. She looked up at Ti'kon in question, only to find his eyes shining gold.

"That's to inform me of your. . . .progress," he purred.

Nova didn't even know that she could become aroused so quickly. She had been so upset with him only moments before, but damn. . .her Big guy could play naughty, too.

She unconsciously licked her lips, leaning into his muscled chest.

"Or maybe," she purred back, "you could help me with my progress-"

Ti'kon's arms tightened around her.

"Maybe help me push in the right direction."

Nova could feel him hardening beneath her, and she deliberately wriggled in his lap suggestively. She rubbed against him and wet her own appetite for the large male.

Ti'kon's purr kicked up a notch, and turned into a growl when she slowly handed him the flask.

"Little Knife, you are-"

Ti'kon paused as the sound of the door hissing opened reached their ears, and a familiar voice called out in greeting to them.

" Going to have to wait until your father falls asleep, unfortunately," Ti'kon growled.