SITN3

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                    As they passed under the streetlight, Tyr glanced down at Regina. Her hair seemed to glow as the light reflected off it. It was a most unusual color, red hair being a recessive gene. He wondered how much hair she had confined in that bun. His gaze continued downward and froze. He could see the outline of her nipples though the thin blue fabric. Normally he would have chalked it up to the cold night air. But he could smell, even under the blood scent that permeated everything, her arousal. He did not say anything, but a smug masculine smile spread across his face.

                   Callisto saw the smile, and gave Tyr a hard look. She suddenly wondered about the advisability of leaving them together, even for training. She knew all to well the Neitzchean male attitude toward human women, and how they were treated. Regina was her best friend, not just her first officer. All the Prides would come under one banner before she'd let Regina be used like that. They were going to have a little chat while Regina was in sickbay. If she didn't like what she heard, the big male was going to be evicted from her ship. Painfully.

                   Tyr felt Varrus staring at him, and raised his eyes from Regina to acknowledge her. He could see the threat in her eyes, and he nodded. He was thinking about Regina in an improper fashion. She was not Nietzchean, and therefore not a potential mate. He had no business arousing Regina, nor enjoying the results. He knew what Varrus was thinking, but the Kodiak did not keep human slaves. He had seen it, and knew that the Jaguar Prides saw nothing wrong with it. Varrus had probably grown up around it, and had no reason to think he would be any different from the males of her Pride. Once Regina was out of earshot, he would have a discussion with the formidable captain. 

                   Regina could not see Tyr's face, but she felt him tense. She looked over at Caal and saw her giving Tyr the glare she usually saved for her younger brothers, on those few times they came on board the Boadicca. It was the 'touch one of my people and I'll feed you your dick on a stick' look. She closed her eyes for a moment, the pounding in her head was returning. This was a complication she didn't need. It was part of the reason she had, regretfully, left Tyr to his own devices earlier this evening. She knew Callisto would react like this. Caal had to lay down the law to her Pride to protect her human crew while in Nietzchean space, and that attitude would automatically extend toward any strange Nietzchean male. The crew members of the Boadicca were the children Caal would never have, and she protected them fiercely. She was pretty sure that once she entered sickbay, Caal would be firing a warning shot over Tyr's bow. Regina was not sure she wanted that. Logically she knew all about the Nietzchean males, and that whole 'You're not worthy as a mate, but you're a good fuck until I get one' attitude always made her itch to administer a beating to the male in question. But Tyr had been different, respectful of her as a person. She had been attracted to him on sight, had even come on to him, and he had not taken advantage, which any Jaguar male would have done. He even had a dry sense of humor that was similar to hers. Regina administered a mental slap. No! Do not even think about it! They would both end up unhappy with the situation. Regina Puccavi was no slave, not even to her own lust.

                 The three arrived at the Boadicca and Regina stopped them short of the ramp. "I think I had better walk from here on. The crew will give me enough shit for getting cold-cocked. If they saw me being carried by a man, I'd be hearing about it until I died."

                 Tyr let her down, deliberately keeping her in contact the length of his body. He could hear her heartbeat accelerate, and her breath catch. It was something he should not have done, but the feel of her across his body was incredible Tyr could feel his heart was beating a little faster at the sensation and knew that sparring with Regina was going to sorely test his will.