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Nova cautiously stood on the threshold of Ti'kon's quarters, and looked out into the hallway.

It had been three weeks since her naked visit to the Medic's and she was itching to go out and explore, but she wasn't supposed to. Ti'kon had specifically said not to leave the quarters until she had learned 'enough' of the Yautja culture to interact 'appropriately'.

Unfortunately they had different views on what was enough when it came to learning.

The Yautja civilization brought new meaning to the term ancient. And Ti'kon seemed set on cramming centuries worth of history, information and practices into her head. When he came home at night it was always with another book that she had to 'study'. He would then read them to her while they sat down at a ginormous table, and would make her write out what he had said in English for her 'future references'. She felt like a child again having to sit down at the dinner table and do homework with Ti'kon as the father. It got worse when her actual father joined in on her education. He would sit with them, but never really do anything. He would just watch and occasionally say 'You're doing well, daughter'.

It was worse than actual school. She couldn't get a hall pass, and she couldn't skip classes . . . . but at least her teacher was hot.

One night Ti'kon decided that their bed would be a good learning environment, and took the books into the center of their nest. Divested of all his armor, and sitting cross legged he read to her. Big mistake on his part. She could see up his loin cloth, and kept pretending to be stretching her back so she could get a better view. She didn't hear a word he spoke. It took Ti'kon an hour to notice what was happening. Nova still found it hilarious. The way he tried to berate her for not paying attention, while his chest was puffed up with male pride, and his mandibles twitched with amusement.

It wasn't that the lessons were boring to her or anything. They were informative and interesting, it was just the amount of information that got to her. The amount and the fact that Ti'kon kept leaving her 'homework'. He expected her to be studying even when he wasn't at home.

The only thing that broke up the mental strain was flask time. Which was a very sneaky operation that was far more fun when it involved both of them. Nova had discovered that Ti'kon didn't just have a pool for a bath. There was also a section of the roof that would come down with the pressing of a button, and spray water into the bath like a small waterfall. . .or a huge shower head.

It was very noisy.

So noisy that Guan wouldn't hear panting and moaning. . . and growling. The preparation for their full mating had turned into nightly routine. They would go off to 'bathe' together, and be gone for two hours or more getting dirty.

Now that Ti'kon knew she was fine with him coming, he was less hesitant to enjoy himself with her. He would give himself completely over to her mouth and hands. In fact, Nova was damn sure the male loved painting her with his fluids. He would rub his seed into her skin, and once she could have sworn he was tracing symbols on her with it. Ti'kon had stamina too. He could release in her mouth, and still have more to come when she rubbed him between her thighs. Although she knew he was impatient for a full mating, he never complained about it, and Nova made sure that he enjoyed what he got instead.

She got her's too of course.

For such a. . . panicked introduction, Ti'kon took to using the flask rather quickly. He always brought the substitute into play before she could ask for it. . . .and he would take his time using it. Ti'kon would pin her to the floor, and carefully push it into her until she looked uncomfortable. Then the slow glide in and out would begin, while he stared at her with his golden eyes. Making her tremble with the heat she saw in them. It always ended with Nova losing her patience and grinding herself against the flask while he held it. Ti'kon was always aroused by this. His purrs turning into growls when she snapped her hips forcefully into the metal.

Nova could take two thirds of the flask now. The small band of white tape let her know how far she had gotten, and she often caught Ti'kon staring at the tape's placing with glowing eyes.

She doubted Guan knew anything about their 'bath time', because one night he looked genuinely confused as he said to them, 'You two take a long to time cleanse yourselves'. Nova didn't know how to take this. The fact that her father was so clueless when it came to male and female relationships bothered her, but at the same time she was happy that he didn't know what they doing. . .with him only a room away.

Guan was just so. . .awkward.

It was only the other night, when Ti'kon was teaching Nova about the many Yautja Gods that Guan interrupted something that could have been spectacular.

Nova read through her notes on Yautja religion and fables while Ti'kon read to her, without taking any of it in. It was all starting to feel the same to her.

Warrior needs to impress warrior chick.

Warrior goes and kills something big and drags it back to her.

She is impressed.

They have many daughters.

She was sick of hearing about what's-his-face the brave, or the relentless, or the I'll-break-my-foot-of-in-your-ass because you messed with me bad-blood. There was always a winner and their was always a loser. The winner went and had daughters, and the loser got devoured by the death God called Cetanu. Who was apparently black, had yellow eyes, four arms, over-sized claws, a spiky head, six mandibles. . .and a cape.

Apparently it was universal that owning a cape made you a bad-ass.

Also. . . . why was something or someone always getting killed in this religion?

"Then there is the Goddess Kayana-"

Ti'kon spoke, skimming his talon down the page of the book he was reading.

"She represents war, fire, passion, rage, music and dance."

That brought Nova out of her apathy.

"I'm sorry Big guy, but did you just say music and dance?"

Ti'kon looked away from the book to give her a questioning look.

"Yes, I did. You look surprised."

"Hell yeah, I am. Yautja have music. . .and can dance?"

Ti'kon was frowning now.

"Of course we have music. We are not always about hunting. The rhythm of a drum beat can be both relaxing and intoxicating. Yautja appreciate music even if we can't sing like your kind."

Nova couldn't help the laugh that escaped her mouth at his matter-of-fact words.

"What is so amusing?" Ti'kon huffed.

"The thought of you dancing."

He looked offended now.

"Oh come on now, Big guy," Nova tried feebly to sooth him. "You just don't dance and that's all there is to it."

Ti'kon suddenly slammed the book shut, and stood away from their study table.

He started to dance and Nova watched grinning as he stamped his feet to an imaginary drum beat. Not that Yautja dancing could really qualify for dancing in her opinion. It was like watching Morris dancing without the bells. . .or sticks. And as he continued, it started to look like he was doing Tai chi, but sped up.

She tried her best not to laugh, his pride was already hurt and she didn't want to upset him more.

"That wasn't dancing," she said when he finally came to a stop, "that was you fighting slowly."

Ti'kon snorted harshly at her, and she knew she had pissed him off in spite of her efforts.

"Then what do you call dancing, mate?" He huffed.

Nova raised and eyebrow. So, she was 'Mate' now not 'Little Knife'.

'Ah. . . . I brought this upon myself,' she thought, knowing where this was already going.

"Well, humans have lots of different dances," she supplied lamely, not moving from the table.

Ti'kon crossed his arms, fixing her with a hard stare. Looking every inch the imposing warrior he was.

"I am waiting to see these dances."

Sighing, Nova stood.

"Well, the two dances that just about every human knows is the Macarena and the Nutbush. . ."

"And these dances would look like?" Ti'kon egged her on.

Resigned to her fate, Nova moved away from the table, and proceeded to do the Macarena.

"That is not a dance," he snorted. "You are not moving your feet enough," he declared, sounding like he was the authority on such things.

Well, the Macarena wasn't a very fun dance in Nova's opinion, but the Nutbush had a cool song, so she started to do that instead, singing some of the lyrics as she performed it for him.

"Now you are not moving your hands enough, and the song that goes with the dance is nonsense," Ti'kon declared once she was finished.

'Okay, now he's just being a jerk.'

The Nutbush was a good song, he just didn't know how awesome it was with the actual music.

"Fine," she hissed. "I'll show you something."

Nova moved further into the room and started a dance that had to impress him. . .the Thriller. She got into it, singing all the lyrics as she went. She had done this dance before, and knew the song well. When she was done she looked up to him. . .His shoulders were shaking with repressed laughter.

"Well, the song for that one was much more enjoyable."

He finally declared, saying nothing about the dance.

"How could you not like the THRILLER!"

It was the Thriller for god's sake, it was one of the most complicated dances she had ever bothered to learn. . .and now she found herself offended at his lack of appreciation.

"I did not say I didn't like it," he was trying to sooth her now. "I found it very amusing."

'Oh, he is so. . .'

An idea hit Nova, bringing her back to her early teen years. When she would dance around in her underwear, trying to be as sexy as possible. . . .he had to appreciate this dance.

Nova could dance, and she'd make him eat his words if it was the last thing she did. Her own pride was now at stake.

"This is it," she sang, slinking over to him while he looked confused, "It's time for you to go to the wire."

Nova started to grove slowly to the porno-like beat playing in her head.

"You will hit

'cause you got the burnin' desire

It's your time

You got the horn so why don't you blow it

You are fine

You're filthy cute and baby you know it"

She swayed her hips, snapping them back and forth, flinging her hair back as she strutted towards him.

Ti'kon was silent as she locked eyes with him.

Nova pushed him hard. He fell back onto his chair with a startled grunt. His eyes lightening to gold at her aggressive handling of him.

"Cream...

Get on top

Cream...

You will cop

Cream...

Don't you stop

Cream...

Sh-boogie doo wop"

She danced around his chair, trailing her fingers over his chest and shoulders as she circled him.

She paused in front of him bending right over. Showing him the bandages she wore under her dress, swaying the entire time.

She couldn't easily straddle him and keep dancing, so Nova settled for trailing her hands over her thighs and stomach. She could hear him growling now.

She smiled to herself, and continued her efforts, rubbing herself up and down as she moved.

"You're so good

Baby there ain't nobody better

So you should

Never, ever go by the letter

You're so cool

Everything you do with success

Make the rules

Then break them all 'cause you are the best"

He reached for her and Nova jumped back, smiling wickedly.

With a graceful hop, she jumped onto the table. Pushing all the books and paper onto the floor with a flourish. On hands and knees she slid across the large table like a jungle cat, undulating her middle as she went.

"Cream...

Get on top

Cream...

You will cop

Cream...

Don't you stop

Cream...

Sh-boogie doo wop"

Nova ground against an invisible partner, rolling her hips as she lay on her back, hands above her head.

Ti'kon grabbed her, catching her ankles. He dragged her to the edge of the table. Placing himself between her legs. Caught, Nova stopped singing as he leaned over her. Pinning her to the table with his intense golden stare.

"I like this dance," he purred, placing his hands on either side of her head. His talons scraping against the table.

"Good," Nova breathed, feeling him fully aroused between her thighs. "Does this mean I win?"

Ti'kon chuckled darkly, and thrust himself against her, letting her feel all of his length.

Even through their clothes, Nova could feel him pulsing and hot, making her shiver. He thrust again and this time she moaned.

Another thrust had him growling, as she wrapped her legs around him as best she could.

The door to their quarters hissed open, and Ti'kon reared up, turning on the intruder with wild eyes.

"GET OUT!" He roared.

A shocked Guan slowly stepped back out of the room, pressing the button to close the door with a shaking hand. He disappeared from sight.

Open mouthed, Nova watched as Ti'kon turned back to her and froze. Obviously realizing what he had just done.

"C'jit."

Ti'kon backed away from her, and quickly headed out the door. Chasing after her run away father.

He had returned with a very quiet Guan, and this morning her father had been even more withdrawn than usual.

Nova wished she could help her meek father, but she honestly had no idea how to. He obviously had problems (not that she didn't have any herself, after being held in captivity), and if she was being honest with herself Guan reminded her of an older K'on. . .only damaged. K'on had a lot more confidence than her father. Guan was so quiet even at the best of times, that she was afraid she might scare him away if she made any sudden movements. He was like a wounded animal, skittish and reserved.

The most she had ever heard him speak was when he had first told Ti'kon his story. He said he was proud of her then, but he had a funny way of showing it. She often caught him staring at her when she moved about the quarters and she found it awkward. It wasn't a creepy stare or anything, it was a sort of a relieved and disbelieving stare. Like he was surprised that she was breathing. She could understand where he was coming from. She found it hard not to stare at him sometimes too, considering they had the same eyes and scar tissue. It was still strange to think that a part of him was in her.

That without him there would be no her.

Maybe she just had to have a good chat with him. Sit him down, and block off his exits. She could always try to find some sort of father-daughter bonding activity that had minimal talking. He would be more comfortable then.

Nova shook her head hard. She was so busy thinking about things, that she was loosing focus of her current goal, sneaking out unnoticed.

She stepped into hallway letting the door hiss shut behind her. Picking a random direction, she started walking away from her home.

"Little Knife?"

'Damn it!'

Nova spun round to find. . .the other Little Knife.

"Uncle said you would be in your quarters. I thought I would come to visit. Do you still wish to learn about sucklings?"

'Oh, yeah'

Nova had forgotten she had asked the female about babies her first day on the Clan ship.

"I would very much like that," the Yautja smiled at her clearly excited, "but I can't stand another moment in those quarters. Ti'kon's had me in there for three weeks and I'll go crazy if I have to go back in there now."

Little Knife frowned at her, losing her happy aura. For the first time Nova had known her she looked angry, and she wondered if she had said something wrong.

"My Uncle has been keeping you locked away. . . Aunt, that's horrible."

'Oh. . .'

"Well the door was never really locked. He just told me not to leave until I knew more of your customs."

The female just frowned more.

"You have proved yourself in battle. That is all the 'custom' you really need to know. No one should bother you now, and I think my Uncle is just being possessive of you-"

'That does sound like my Big guy'

"I had wondered why you were never at the eatery anymore, and now I know why. He has made you restless. I can see it in your eyes. Typical male. Come, I'll take you to my quarters, and you can meet my son. It will be good for you to see a suckling."

Wow. She had actually managed to upset the female enough that she was ordering her around. . .sort of.

Little Knife started walking away and Nova fell in step beside her. She was aware that the Yautja was taking slower steps so she could keep up with her smaller strides.

It was true she hadn't been to the refectory for some time, but to be fair neither had Ti'kon. He would bring the food home to her and they would eat together. Wait. . .

"You left your son home alone."

Little Knife nodded enthusiastically, and Nova figured this was a normal practice for the mother.

"An'u is walking now, and his tusks are coming through. I gave him a serum to help with the pain. He is very calm right now, and the fact that he is walking means that he can be left by himself for short periods of time."

"Oh," was all Nova could think of saying.

She had no idea how aliens raised their young, but she was curious now. She wondered what baby Yautja looked like when they were first born, if they had to grow their tusks in. Did breastfeeding get painful if they had tusks? Probably not for Yautja women, as they apparently had breasts of steel. . .How big are suckling's heads? Did they come out with the same pipe like hair, or did they have to grow that in, too?

While she was pondering over these things, they had reached the transport. The doors opened and Nova was forced out of her musing to do a huge double take.

The biggest male she had ever seen was inside. He was even bigger then Ti'kon, and he had the same type of gold armor as well. But that was not why her mouth seemed to have come unhinged.

The male was white.

He was an albino, but an alien version of one, with lime green hair and bright leaf green eyes. Sporting ivory colored tusks and talons. He also had a faint speckling of green patterns on his skin. It made sense as Yautja blood was fluro green, but still. . . ? He was breathtaking.

And he was massive.

His muscles looked like they had muscles.

Little Knife gave a snort, and Nova was far too in awe to notice.

"We can catch the next transport, Aunt."

Was that disdain in her voice?

"Like hell we are," Nova declared, refusing to take her eyes off Moby Dick.

Nova rushed into the lift before the doors could close, and a reluctant Little Knife followed. The male looked shocked that they were getting on with him, and shuffled back to give them space. The doors closed and Nova continued to stare, which she didn't feel bad about because he was looking at her too. . . with his iridescent green eyes.

"Hi, I'm Nova, but everyone around here calls me Little Knife." She smiled, not bothering to hold her hand out because she knew Yautja didn't do that sort of greeting.

His eyes widened as she spoke, and her niece started to hiss.

"Aunt, do not speak to him. Ignore him. He is-"

"Hello, Little Knife" he replied to Nova's greeting almost hesitantly. "I am known as U'darahje."

Nova frowned as he said his name. For some reason her translator turned the word into 'Abomination'. She was starting to understand why Little Knife was flipping out in the corner of the lift, and she wasn't liking any of the conclusions her mind was dragging up.

"Don't take this the wrong way . . . .but your name sucks balls."

The male barked a harsh laugh that resonated in the confined space, and Nova liked the way his eyes turned to an even lighter green.

"I am not fond of my name either," he smiled.

"Would you mind if I called you Moby instead?" She asked, grinning at her own joke.

He lost his smile immediately, his eyes going dark again.

"And what does that mean?"

She knew he was expecting it to be something bad.

"Umm . . . . well I'm not too sure, but it's the first name of a mythical giant white whale that liked to kill men and tear their legs off. So, it could mean 'white'."

The male blinked at her, and one of his mandibles started to twitch, while his eyes twinkled back to a shining, leafy green. She knew the name passed the male's inspection.

"I believe I would enjoy being called Moby."

"Good,-"

"Aunt, you can't just-"

"Do you know my mate, Ti'kon?" Nova continued. "His armor looks a lot like yours, but I think the gold looks way better against your skin. It compliments your. . .uniqueness."

The words did wonders on the male. His stood taller, his chest puffing out like she had seen Ti'kon's do on more than one occasion.

"I know of your mate, but have only seen him in passing. I am an honored warrior as well, but he is also a part of the council, which I will never be. And thank you, I had never thought about my. . .uniqueness matching my armor. But I feel I should warn you, as you are such a pleasant female, that you should not be seen talking to me. It could potentially taint your name among the Yautja, and you should not risk dishonoring your mate."

Moby only confirmed her suspicions, and Nova found herself furious. She knew how it felt to be different among your own kind, and this towering white male was obviously a closet softy. Just like Ti'kon

"Well then, everyone can just go fuck-sorry- Pauk themselves. I can talk to whoever I want and Ti'kon's a big male, he can take care of himself. Besides. . .you are just amazing. You're all muscle. Look at you, you're arms are thicker then my thighs for Christ's sake."

A purr burst from the male's chest filling the cramped space, making Nova smile.

The lift doors opened and Little Knife rushed out herding Nova at the same time with quick hand gestures.

"I'll talk to you later Moby!" She shouted before the doors could close completely on the male.

She saw a wide grin on his face before the doors shut, and she knew he had heard her. She ran to catch up with Little Knife, who had made it halfway down the hall.

"Do you ever think that you are being too bold, Aunt?"

Nova was surprised that Little Knife didn't sound angry, just exasperated.

"All the time."

The other female slowed her pace, letting Nova come up beside her.

"Then why do you continue?"

"Because it feels like the right thing to do at the time."

Little Knife seemed to ponder this before nodding.

"You follow your instincts, like a warrior would."

"I wouldn't have put it so heroically, but I guess so."

They came to a door, and Nova assumed they had made it to the female Yautja's home. Little Knife stopped in front of it and pressed a button. The doors opened and the female stepped into the room, Nova following behind.

All Nova heard was the 'thump,thump, thump' of fast moving feet, before a knee high blur collided against her shins. . .hard.

Nova flailed, falling to the floor as a high pitched screech rent the air, like a pterodactyl's.

Stunned, she stayed still as the blur then clawed it's way up her body with it's mini talons, until a huge pair of green eyes was all that she could see.

"It's nice to meet you too, An'u."