Chapter Nineteen

Sasoli stood in Uub's apartment clutching her furs to her chest, feeling oddly energized. His blatant refusal to let her sleep in the vent had touched something within her, it was probably just her saiyan instincts screaming about his suitability but she was ignoring them . . . or trying to.

Uub found himself nervous. This was the first time he had ever invited anyone to his home, much less someone he found attractive.

"I'm not much of a decorator," he scratched the back of his head nervously. The walls were as bare as the day he had moved in and only the random piece of furniture hinted that someone did indeed live there. "I don't really spend much time here. I sleep here, of course, but-"

Sasoli smiled at him to stop his blabbing.

"It's fine, I might have been uncomfortable otherwise."

"Oh, well," Uub ducked his head and then raised it resolutely to continue the tour of his apartment.

"The only bathroom is in the bedroom so I'll just take a moment to wash up and leave you the room."

Sasoli became alarmed at that, "The room? No. You said you had a couch."

"You're not going to sleep on the couch," Uub stated firmly, "I am, so make yourself comfortable."

He entered the room, leaving no room for argument.

Sasoli glanced at the bed only to sharply veer off and stare at a blank wall. It was strange, she'd slept in many foreign beds without thinking twice about it.

This was different.

This was his bed.

Everything in her was screaming to close the distance between her and the mohawked one.

To finish what he might have unwittingly started.

"Make yourself comfortable."

Taking a deep breath, she dumped her furs and clothes on the bed. Comfortable, she peeled off the top half of her bodysuit and untied her sash to release her tail. She quickly fixed her top while eyeing the bathroom door wearily.

Her eyes fluttered close as her tail moved freely.

One could almost equate it to letting down their hair after having it tightly pulled back all day, only times ten. All of her muscles loosened instantly and it was like nothing bad had ever happened that day.

She was free. Her mind made the mental switch from Sasoli the human to Sasoli the saiyan.

She smiled, feeling her bottom lip brush against her canines. She felt the wild energy in her blood awaken and everything was good. She had her ninja outfit in a capsule, Sasoli the predator was coming out to play and retrieve the package in the process.

The bathroom door opened.

Her tail curled into the small of her back in an attempt to hide itself as Uub nodded at her and turned to leave.

Only to turn back.

He frowned as he took in her appearance, something had changed. She was curvier now than she was when he entered the bathroom. He didn't know how it was possible but it was true.

Sasoli continued to face him fully, as long as she didn't turn then her tail wouldn't be revealed. Her earlier smile hadn't dimmed and, if anything, the anger of discovery just made it toothy.

"Good night."

"Wait, you changed," he stepped closer to her.

Her eyes danced though her lips pouted. He wasn't cooperating.

"You . . ."

"Yes?" She stepped toward him.

". . . got thinner?"

She snorted, though inwardly panicked when the perfect solution presented itself.

"It's a fashion thing," she stretched out her tail to pick up the sash directly behind her and put her hand behind her back.

To Uub it looked as if the thick piece of cloth appeared in her hand before disappearing just as quickly.

"It's embarrassing," Sasoli turned a genuine, she felt like she just flashed her bra at him. "I'm too curvy."

He blinked and took in her figure again . . . then again.

"You look fine to me."

Her blue eyes darkened and the urge to claim him grew stronger.

"Can I touch your hair?" The question left her lips almost without thought.

They were both surprised by the question but she stood by it.

"Only if I can touch yours?" Came his startled response.

Her wolfish grin returned as she took the final step in order to touch him . . .

He leaned down a bit so she wouldn't have to reach too high.

He reached up slowly and smashed a single spike of her hair before he sunk his fingers into her hair.

The texture of her hair was different, stiffer certainly, but not hard.

Still soft.

His spikes were so soft, her eyes drifted closed as she immersed herself completely in the moment, and silky.

Her eyes opened then to find him staring intently at her hair.

Sensing, her eyes on him, he glanced at her only to be caught by the secrets that resided there. He had never met a woman who could reveal everything and nothing in a single look. He doubted he would ever would again.

That was the mystery of Sasoli.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, suddenly as she covered his lips with her own. He released her hair immediately in favor of pulling her body closer to his and rest his hands on her waist.

Her kiss was aggressive almost to an extreme and he matched it as he responded in full, trying to gain dominance.

Sasoli fought and she pulled his head into a sharper angle to accommodate her as she let her free hand rest on his arm. She stepped into him so space was nonexistent between them. She finally released his hair and her hands moved his so he was almost forced to embrace her.

Taking the hint, he held her tightly to him and her hands traveled up his arms and curved around his neck.

Shivers shot up his spine when he felt her other hand touch his thigh . . .

Something was wrong.

Wait . . . He tried to clear his hazy mind, that can't be her hand . . . both of her arms were wrapped around his neck . . . What was-

The thing moved suddenly, curling around his inner thigh.

Caught off guard in the worst way imaginable and reacting on pure male instinct, Uub half-jumped half-shoved away the woman in his arms with a panicked yelp and shouted, "What the hell is that!" at an undignified level.

His heart pounded almost painfully in his chest. He first inspected his person for the offending object to find nothing.

Hesitantly, he glanced at the other occupant of the room.

Sasoli was where he pushed her, on the bed glaring at him murderously.

His gaze dropped to her lower belly to see something long, brown, and furry unfurling from her leg and disappearing from sight.

"That," his eyes snapped back to her face, "was my tail."

She slid off the bed onto her feet.

His eyes helplessly went down again to see said appendage lashing behind her angrily.

"You have a tail?" He couldn't help the slightly freaked out tone of his voice.

Her glare had diminished but had not entirely dissipated as she tried to not be angry with him. Anyone would freak out if they were not warned beforehand that a alien appendage would be making an appearance.

Her tail stilled it's angry movement and curled to wave at her side.

"Yes, I do," she watched her tail move, "You could say my mother gave it to me, that I inherited it. Zarah passes his off as a belt since his clothes don't have to be so formfitting. I have to take certain measures."

"The sash," he understood instantly, it wasn't that she was too curvy, it was her tail! The padded sash was probably meant to smooth out her torso so her tail wouldn't be too obvious.

"Exactly," she glanced at him to see him watching her tail with wide eyes. Her tail curled into a bun in the small of her back. "I'm sorry. You won't see it again."

"No!" Uub's hands shot up though in defense or in defeat she wasn't sure. "You just caught me off guard, that's all."

She slowly lowered her tail. She watched him closely for any signs of disgust only to find curiosity.

"Here, let me have it," he reached for it.

Alarmed, she fell back on the bed to escape his hands and crawled away, her tail slithering behind her.

"It's not detachable!"

She glanced at him over her shoulder when she reached the headboard.

He was staring at her butt.

"Where does it attach exactly?" He was about to climb onto the bed in pursuit when she threw a pillow at him.

He blocked it with his forearm.

She threw another one, "Get out!"

"Wait-"

"Get. OUT!"

She was off the bed and another pillow went flying.

"Sasoli-"

She ripped the top cover off the bed, sending her stuff flying, and picked up a pillow.

"What are you doing?"

She shoved the combination into his arms and him from the room in one movement.

"Sasoli-"

"Good night."

She slammed the door.

She kicked him out to sleep on the couch! Was his first peeved thought then the calmer, where I had planned to sleep anyway.

Annoyed, with himself and her, he threw the pillow on the couch and plopped onto it.

He was so lost in thought, he never even noticed Sasoli's energy slowly drifting away.

Sasoli trudged back to the apartment approximately three hours later. She had successfully retrieved the damn package after slinking painstakingly around and above some rather low profile gangsters.

At least it's not a conspiracy tot drive me crazy. Sasoli slipped into the apartment, albeit ungracefully as she tripped on the window sill.

Her tail automatically went out to balance her, earning itself a glare.

She hadn't forgotten it's earlier behavior.

The tail rippled as if in defense.

"No excuses," she snipped, "You know he didn't know about you. Why did you touch him? And there of all places?"

Her tail wrapped around her thigh and squeezed it smugly.

The answer came to her as if her tail actually had a voice and she hadn't been talking to herself the whole time.

"Because I'm saiyan," Sasoli intoned darkly, "and he's the one."

Extremely fatigued, she glanced at the bed and then at all her stuff on the floor.

She sighed and picked up one fur. She was too tired to even think of getting the rest tonight.

She collapsed on the bed.

She slept deeply surrounded by the scent that was Uub.

End chapter

AN: A short update, I know, but I got started later then I wanted to and I have work tomorrow so. . . Review:)

Michelle