More non-con touching and some biting.
Kira wakes up in the arms of her alien. The sun was up, and light bathed her room, but the alien was still there. They hadn't moved in the night, Kira knowing her body would be stiff and sore. She slowly begins to move, working on rolling over. The alien doesn't impede her movements, letting her move around. Her shoulder is stiff and stuck in place, her side cramped from laying on the hardwood all night. She slowly unfolds herself, working herself into a sitting position. The alien stays where it is, but Kira gets the feeling it's watching her.
Half her body cracks as she stands up, leaning on her bed for a moment as everything comes back to life again. Kira limps into the bathroom, shutting the door. She pulls up her shirt, seeing bruises from the alien's tail on her stomach. The reality of what would happen hits her hard now that he's back. She had blocked it out at his absence, but obviously he had been serious. He could do it any time. Literally any moment he could forcefully take her. The thought makes her stomach twist in panic. He could have done it last night. How did she know any different? She had just let him stay and let him hold her in her sleep.
Kira finishes her business before opening the door. The alien is sitting on its haunches near the door. The sight of it makes her angry, and she stares hard at it.
"I want you to leave."
The alien doesn't make any movement, does nothing but sit there and stare.
"I said, I want you to leave."
Still the alien sits there, staring at her blankly. It makes her mad.
"I said fucking get out! I don't want you here!" She grabs a pillow, throwing it at the alien.
It moves slightly to the side, dodging the pillow, letting it hit the wall with a thud.
"I'll call the Feds. I'll call the Feds and I'll let them take you away! They'll probe you! How would you feel about that?" She throws a shoe at him next, and he easily dodges that too.
She grabs her phone and the Fed's card, dialing the number, but she can't hit the call button. It was like some physical force was stopping her from hitting the call button. She drops to her knees at the edge of her bed, tears sliding down her cheeks. She sees the alien move out of the corner of her eye, his body settling behind hers, his chin resting on top of her head from behind.
"Why can't I do it? Why can't I call? Why can't I get rid of you?" She sobs, clutching at her bedsheets.
The alien hisses, a rumbling sound through his whole body. She feels calmed by it, and she hates herself for it. She hates herself for feeling empty when he's not around. She hates herself for feeling like she has to have him close by, that she needs him. She can't understand it. She doesn't get why, but she has to. She just has to.
The alien is gone for another two days. Kira feels strangely bored and empty without it near, constantly looking at every sound, checking every corner, expecting to see him there, but he's not. Part of her has considered he's not coming back. She gets the glass replaced on her door and finishes painting over the bullet hole. She deep cleans her house and tries to distract herself but she can't stop thinking about the alien. It was like he had invaded every part of her being and she was stuck.
The alien comes back looking different from when it had left. It seemed bigger and there are ridges on its head that weren't there before. It was tapping at the glass at the back door, thankfully refraining from breaking it before she got there to let it in.
She was letting it in. The alien that wanted to mate with her and she was just letting it in like some house pet that had been let outside. It crawls in through her door, tail whipping behind it. It sits on its haunches in the area between her dining room and living room. It watches her with its invisible eyes, Kira moving to her kitchen. She was in the middle of making dinner and she wasn't about to miss this meal because of the alien.
Thankfully, the alien doesn't do anything but sit there and watch, its head moving with her every movement. She can feel its invisible eyes on her skin, the piercing gaze of optical organs she can't even find watching every little movement as she finishes making herself dinner. She sits at the table, the alien staying where it is, only slightly shifting so it's staring at her. She tries to ignore it, tries to pretend it's just a cat, a big, alien cat.
For a moment she wonders if she should offer it something to eat, but she realizes she doesn't know what it eats, nor is it showing any interest in her food on her plate. She stares at its head, trying to picture where its eyes would be.
A shiver runs down her spine as she stares at it, truly taking it in. In the week she'd had it around, she hadn't really had a chance to truly look at it and study it. Her biology expertise was limited to what she learned in high school, but none of it would probably do any good to her even if she remembered everything. This was a completely alien creature she'd never seen before, that more than likely fell to Earth and caused the explosion that had brought half the state's police and the Feds to her town and to her house. She had blatantly lied to them to protect it. She had let it in her house willingly, slept next to it twice, let it get closer to her than any human had been in years. She knew its intentions and yet, here she was, having dinner in front of it while it sat in her dining room with her. She couldn't even talk to it. She had gotten nothing but hisses from it and actions that had given her more than enough information to gauge its intentions for her.
There had to be something wrong with her.
Maybe she'd hit her head somehow, and she was in a coma and this was all ICU delirium. Maybe she had died, and this was hell, and she was being punished for all the horrible things she'd said and did in her short lifetime. Or maybe she was hallucinating the whole thing. She'd finally lost it, and the alien wasn't even there. It wanted to mate with her and she was just letting it sit there and watch her eat. She wasn't freaking out like normal, hell a normal person would have tried everything to get rid of the thing as soon as they saw it.
But not her.
No, she was having dinner with it.
"You know, it's rude to stare at people when they eat." She tells it, but it makes no move to turn away. It's perfectly still, only the slight twitch of its tail where it's laying across her living room floor behind it.
Kira continues to eat, only glancing down at her plate to pick up more food before looking at it again. This continues until Kira is finished eating and she goes to the kitchen to clean up. She can feel it watching her as she does dishes, taking her time to delay whatever it had planned for her when she finished.
Until she accidentally cuts herself with a knife.
"Shit." She drops the knife, clutching her finger. It was a decent cut, already starting to drip blood.
She goes to place it under the water, but she's pulled backwards by a tail around her waist. She yelps in surprise, pushed up against the counter by the sink just out of reach of the water. The alien is in front of her, its long fingers wrapping around her wrist, bringing her bleeding finger up to its face. She watches as its mouth opens, wider than she's seen it open before a second, smaller mouth creeps out from between its jaws. Kira's heart is pounding in her chest, her breathing picking up as she watches it bring her finger to its second mouth, sticking it in. It closes its teeth around her finger, not biting down, but enough that she can't move without fear of leaving skin behind.
It's tasting her. She can feel the strange, slick inside of its mouth, her hand getting coated in its drool. It hisses, the sound vibrating around her hand. She watches it, feeling lightheaded and dizzy. Her legs are shaking, threatening to give out from under her, but the alien tightens its tail around her, holding her up.
It finally releases her after what seems like a lifetime. Her hand falls limply to her side, Kira vaguely recognizing her finger isn't bleeding quite as heavily anymore. The alien leans in closer to her, nudging her head to the side. She's practically limp in its arms, letting it do what it wants. Her head is spinning, everything seeming far away to her.
She feels the second mouth nudging at her throat, sharp teeth tracing over her neck. Kira is brought back by a sharp pain near the junction of her neck and shoulder, a whimper leaving her lips, but it's quickly drowned out by a hiss from the alien. She can feel its hands on her, holding her, its sticky drool coating her front.
Her vision goes spotty, fading to black as she goes limp in the alien's arms.
Kira wakes up laying on the kitchen floor. It's light outside, the water still running in the sink. She's covered in red streaked drool, her left shoulder throbbing. She takes a moment to realize what woke her before she hears a knocking at her front door. She gets up, quickly splashing water over her face before shutting it off. She would have one hell of a water bill.
The knocking continues, Kira looking at the mess on the floor and herself. She couldn't answer the door like that, so she strips out of her shirt, tossing it in the laundry room before grabbing a jacket. The movement tugs at her shoulder, making her hiss in pain. She feels it for a moment, the ridges of teeth marks prominent in her skin. The alien had bitten her.
She makes sure the jacket covers the wound before grabbing a couple towels, tossing it over the mess on the floor. That would be fun to clean up later. The knocking gets louder, her name being called from the other side.
"Just a moment!"
Kira fixes her hair before hurrying to the door, opening it up. Her stomach drops, the air leaving her lungs when she registers the face staring at her from her porch.
"Dad?"