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"My Mate?"
Kian'dha opened her eyes to the pitch black room. She groaned as a minuscule headache hit her, her body fully awaking. It quickly passed. She gave a stretch and rubbed at her head. Blinking a few times her eyes adjusted to the darkness. A closet? She noted. "Wait a minute…." She felt around her body and under her head trying to get her bearings. She abruptly sat up and looked around where she laid.
"This is not where I remember sleeping…" she jumped at a sudden voice, and turned toward it,"-is that what you were going to say?" He was sitting up with one arm resting on his lifted knee, the other holding a bottle.
"Viat'Jauk…." Her face grew hot. Her memories all but returned to her at once. She stared at him staring at her and followed his eyes, her bare chest exposed from her sitting up. She slowly gathered the pelt into her hands and up to her chest.
He chuckled and took a swig still watching her. She looked at him then to his bottle then back at him.
He motioned her with it and swallowed, "You want some?"
She smiled, "You ain't say nothing, but a word." Taking it she began to drink it as if it was water.
He watched in amusement as she finished what was left and returned the empty bottle to his outstretched hand.
"That was…different." She remarked. He raised a brow at her, "Yeah?"
She seemed to concentrate. "Was there Nenca juice in there?...a defirb mix or ..or something I don't know-"
"-No, no that's it!" he smiled at her. "Not only that I heated it up then super cooled it. The change in temperature while cooking it made the ingredients break down smoother to create a much more pallet pleasing drink. Also its good for morning rituals….lots of energy in that drink" he suggestively winked at her.
She smiled up at him sideways. And they shared a moment of silence regarding each other.
"You know your way around a drink or two, Gorgeous."
She rubbed her hand on her neck. "Well, one could say it's a passion.."
"Passion?" His reply laced with skepticism.
"Ok fine, dependency, really." She admitted with a small laugh which he returned.
There was a pause.
"Listen, so I have to get ready to open up. Feel free to use the washroom and help yourself to any clothing you need." He motioned to the door to his left and started to get up from the bed.
"I don't want to impose-" she was cut by his mouth on hers.
"This is your home now. What's mine is yours. And what's yours.." he grabbed the back of her neck, brought her closer, and licked the healing bite wound, "Is mine."
She shivered and reached out to pull him toward her.
A flashing low red light above his bedroom door caught both of their attention.
"Looks like we have guests, Gorgeous. Get cleaned up and meet me out there, yea?" He nuzzled the side of her face with his and she sighed contently.
He then all but skipped away turning around to leave backwards as he opened the door. Smiling once more at her as before shutting it. She gave a dazed wave and fell back on the furs in the dark.
If anyone would have told her that she would be mates to Viat'jaul even 12 hours ago, she would not have believed them. But this is how it normally goes right? First you show your interested in a male, you mate, and then...live together? She racked her brain through the many books she had read on the process, but for the most part male and females only resided together if they were life mates. Maybe he was just keeping her here until she found someplace else to live?
She got up and went to the washroom the furs falling from her body. A dim light slowly lit the room as she entered. There was a large mirror that covered the entire wall she was facing. There was a wall facet to her left and a large standing bathing area to her right. She turned on the warm water and waited a moment until it became the right temperature for her. In the meanwhile, she looked at herself and assessed the damage done. Her thin but toned legs were fine up until the thigh area. There were 2 bite marks; one of each inner thigh, and many punctures and scrapes from his claws that followed up her hips and to her waist. She felt sore between, but a satisfying soreness. She lightly traced her hands over her scratches causing a tingling pain. She trailed them until she got to her breast, noting the bites there as well. She stepped into the shower and hummed at the soothing sensation. Community pools didn't have shower heads and certainly not one as this; it was wide and sported many tiny holes, the thin streams lightly massaging her sore muscles. And sore they wore. She had never been mated like that before; the attention, the possessiveness, the care... She also had never tried some of the stunts she pulled last night. Books could only give all but so much, experiencing his pleasure in taking him between her breast was all the more exciting than reading it. She'd have to get more of Gala'tha's written stories for future experiences. She looked around for a washcloth or scent cleanser but coming up short she opted to rub her body down with her hands, the water containing the same cleaning properties as the pools. She started with her face then down to her neck. She lightly hissed as she accidently applied to much pressure and opened her wound there a little. She smiled remembering the moments leading up to how it had gotten there. "You are mine now, Kian'dha...my Gorgeous" He lovingly looked into her eyes mid-pleasure. She tried to focus on him by grabbing his face between her hands, but her eyes rolled back as he gripped her hips slamming her onto his cock over and over again.
The water all but electrified the sensation of memory as she recalled what exactly made that mark. Or rather who did. And what he was saying, and how he touched her and - she froze.
"You really don't have much sense of surroundings, do you, Gorgeous." She didn't need to turn around to know he was in the shower with her. Somehow he'd gotten in unheard and was stark naked behind her, the heat from his body pressed into her back.
Viat'Jauk closed the door watching her disappear from view. He shook his head incredulously at his emotions, smirking to himself. When was the last time he had someone in his bedroom let alone stay overnight? He told himself it's because she was homeless, yeah that was it. She had nowhere else to go, so it was chivalrous of him and beneficial to him to let her stay. But he couldn't keep himself on that train of thought for long. He knew there was more to it than that. But what more could there have really been? Sure he had observed her from afar, but not enough to know anything about her. Come to think of it he didn't know anything about her at all. His walk down the hall to his bar came to a close and he put his attention toward unlocking his door.
A young male had his back turned toward him. A thick but fully healed scar lined his spine where his bare tendrils didn't cover. They swayed as he turned around with a large smile and arm wide.
"Viat, my friend! How's it hanging?"
Viat leaned his head back with a sigh the waved him in.
"The sun just set, shouldn't you be in bed resting for your training tomorrow? Where is Shi'a? "
The Yautja followed behind him to the bar and took a seat on a stool.
"With another male I'm assuming. At least once a week she comes back lingering musk throughout the dwelling. " He made an immature look of disgust. "Sometimes more than one."
Viat'Jauk said nothing as he pretended to pour him a heavy drink. He thought himself lucky to have showered early upon waking. Last thing he needed was his cousin nagging him about whom he bed. A high interest in mating and females in general this one had acquired quickly. He grabbed multiple bottles from the wall mixing it in. It would appear to be a special concoction, but no. It was his usual watered down, over juiced drink. He added two ice cubes which actually contained c'nip. The slow dissolve into the drink perfect for the male's size and inexperience.
He talked as he finished. "Well, I guess there is a..taboo market for Oomans. They are pets you know.."
The male's face fell into a more serious note as he took his drink. "She is NOT a pet, cousin."
Viat snorted at his correction. No matter how he tried to frame it to him, on multiple occasions, he would not see the ooman as more than just that, a lower life form for servitude.
The male glared at him as he took a sip, but began sputtering as he choked a little.
Viat'Jauk laughed and grabbed for the bar rag. "It's the same drink I make for you every time, pup. What? Still burns?" He laughed louder.
He wiped his mouth off and blushed slightly embarrassed, but said nothing.
Truth be told one ingredient was a spiced sap that created a slight burn. It was completely different to that of an actually drink, but only an experienced drinker would know and not be as easily fooled.
"It's been a while..." He mumbled out.
Viat'Jauk studied him a moment. It had been a while. His toned frame was more muscular. He hadn't really been noticing but if he thought back to where he sat months ago, Viat recalled, he didn't appear as high up at the bar. He was getting taller too. There were parts of his skin that were of a lighter shade; he was going through what looked liked several molting phrases throughout his body. At that moment the male itched and dead skin lightly fell onto the bar.
"Ugh, try not to shed all over my bar, yea?" He disgustedly wiped it off with the same rag.
"What do you want from me. It's perfectly natural" He shrugged and drank again. "It started a month ago, but it wasn't as bad. Shi'a said she'd pick some soothing aloe or something like that to reduce the irritation."
"You don't have to explain growth spurts to me, pup..."
The sound of running water came from his dwelling. The silence of the bar making it easy for it to be caught by both of their attentions.
They looked at each other. Viat with surprise and him with amusement.
"You have someone over? Who is she? She cute?" He began his barrage of questions getting closer to his face. Viat pushed him back down.
"No one of your concern. Now finish your drink so you can go."
"No, no I think I'll stay. Maybe meet her. Heh, I mean if she bedded you than I surely have more than a chance with her." He teased.
Viat all but growled in possessiveness before he caught himself. "Too bad, pup. She has been claimed as my own. You can meet her once she finishing bathing."
His cousin leaned closer and lightly slammed his hands down, "You have claimed her! Oh, she must be something real special than huh?" He tone went to a more serious one. "When I'm blooded..I'm going to claim many mates. All beautiful, strong, intelligent...hey, where are you going?"
Viat'Jauk was on his way to his room. He normally ignored him, being as how he always said the same type of things, but on this occasion, he was suddenly found his thoughts wondering to Kian'dha and her bathing in his shower. That lead to him thinking of how he didn't give her anything to clean herself with. She was a female she deserved more than just her hand...
"I've forgotten to give her cleansing materials. I'll be returning shortly."
"Look if you're gonna go mate-"
"Don't touch anything or your hide will be displayed as wall decor." The door shut behind him.
"-at least let me watch!" he called out from behind the door.
ViatJauk had walked into the bedroom smelling a tint of musk in the air. He ignored it as he went into his closet to grab the materials he wanted to give her. Most likely it was just from last night's festivities. He opened the door expecting the feeling of steam to breach his orifices, but instead he was hit with the condense air of her desire.
He watched her. Her one hand bracing herself on the wall as the other softly rubbed at her agitated bite wound. Blood lightly trickled down her neck mixing in with the water. He watched as streams flowed down her body from her chest, flowing over her soft mounds, cascading down her hips to her calves. He silently place the bottles and cloth down and removed what little article of modesty he sported without a sound. She moaned as she passed over he wound again. Stepping behind her, he crept up until her back was pressed against his front.
"You really don't have much sense of surroundings, do you, Gorgeous?"
His erection pressed against her inner thigh and he wrapped one arm around her midsection, the other went to send relief to her aching center.
She gasped at his hand, "Your-your guests" She stammered out.
"It's no one," he quickly hushed her. His fingers never ceasing, but gaining speed. The only person he wanted her thinking of at this very moment was him.
Viat'Jauk stepped back into his bar still steaming from the shower. As soon as he entered he noticed the lack of his cousin's presence. He went to grab his cup and noticed a note left on a napkin.
"Would have loved to stay and hear more, but Shi'a got back earlier than usual and is wondering where I am."
He put the note to the side and cleaned off the area.
Kian'dha walked out the moment after looking around the bar with a face ready to greet.
"Oh, is he gone already?"
"Yeah, he'll be back one of these nights, though. 'Gets hard for him to sleep sometimes." She looked at him questioningly.
"Night Terrors." He shrugged.
"But he's so young. What could he have possible have experienced?"
Viat'Jauk rolled his head around a lil. "Not my story to tell, Gorgeous. When you meet him, maybe he'll talk to you about it. Won't say c'jit to me, and we're family. But he's got a permanent hard-on for females. I'm sure he'll tell you...he needs to talk to someone besides a useless ooman that's for sure. " He walked away and came back with two full shot glasses and passed one to her.
"To a night of living, laughing.." She reached forward in a gentle kiss, "..and loving."
He smiled. "That...was so corny."
She burst into laughter clenching her side.
"No, no I mean it," He chuckled. "That was the worst toast I've ever heard."
She nodded her head still laughing, "I heard it...I heard it as soon as I said it. I played it off why couldn't you!"
He watched her smiling the last of her laugh and pulled her into his arms. He starred into her eyes and she returned his gaze. They both went in to kiss. They would have to. If it wasn't for the fact that in a fraction of a second Viat'Jauk threw his arm to the side of her head.
He screamed in sudden pain as a knife impaled his forearm.
They both turned swiftly at the front entrance. A female stood with her arm still extended from the throw. She slowly sat up. Her chest heaved, and she threw a growl into the air.
"Get your hands...off of my mate."
Next chapter!: "Getting to Know You"
Thanks for reading this chapter! It's a tad shorter than the first, and to be honest I planned for them all to be quite long, as I enjoy long chapters myself. But, this seemed like a good place to stop for this chapter and I might just write all of them like that, stopping when I feel as such.
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