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in this chapter Alaric, Ja'anya and Kra'vyx reach the training acadamy and there, Alaric shows everyone whats he's capable of, much to Ja'anya's mother's delight.
Chapter 8- a lesson on pride and a mother's love.
Alaric, Ja'anya, and Kra'vyx walked down the streets from the hanger bays, attracting attention as onlookers caught sight of Alaric. Alaric kept focused on following Ja'anya and her brother, ignoring the mutterings that he could hear. Some of what he heard, he could understand from his limited knowledge, turned out to be a mixture of both mild praise for his fight against the bad-blood and some plain old disdain for him being a human. Ja'anya was quietly talking to her brother about her hunt, how she had come across Alaric, and how Alaric had completely decimated Sil'cais.
Kra'vyx on the other hand was not so quiet.
"He actually picked him up and snapped his back with his shoulders?" Kra'vyx asked in disbelief.
"Yes, you should have heard the sound he made." Ja'anya said, turning her head to Alaric who was scratching his head before tying up his hair.
"He sounded like a blaring alarm klaxon." Alaric described. "And that was after I pounded him into semi-consciousness."
He opened a pouch on his harness and pulled out a cloth bundle. He opened it, revealing the contents to be pieces of smoked ankylosuar. He held it out, offering to both Ja'anya and her brother. They both took a piece and started munching on it before he took a piece himself, holding it in his teeth while he put the rest away.
"Not bad, this stuff." Kra'vyx said before shoving the rest of it in his mouth.
"Shouldn't be if I had to spend a year eating it." Alaric commented ruefully.
They were passing the market square and Alaric saw many things that he never thought he would see. There were many metalwork objects ranging from elaborate jewelry to very sophisticated weapons such as staves, disks, and armor. There were also many different textiles such as clothing and decorative tapestries depicting great hunts of the past.
Alaric found himself pulling out the bone carving he had done back on Ja'anya's ship. He was visually comparing to the things he was seeing, his sculpture was crude in comparison. Kra'vyx caught sight of it in his hand while he was examining the differences.
"You carved that?" He asked with interest.
Alaric handed it to him, and immediately noticed that Kra'vyx looked at it with inquisitiveness, amazed by the level of detail that Alaric had put into it. Kra'vyx held the sculpture out to Alaric but Alaric shook his head.
"Keep it, I can make more." He said offhandedly.
Kra'vyx took his hand back.
"What is it supposed to be?" He asked, looking at it again.
"It's an ancient Greek Hoplite." Alaric said.
'A what?"
"Hoplite. Heavy infantry that would group into tight formations called phalanxes and then move as one to continuously batter at enemy formations until one side crumbled like a house of cards."
Kra'vyx listened intensely and Ja'anya smiled at his enthusiasm. Kra'vyx in particular listened about the Spartans, no doubt one of the deadliest factions of warriors in human history. He told him about the battle of Thermopylae, in which only three hundred Spartans defended a narrow mountain pass against tens of thousands of Persian troops. Kra'vyx would never have thought that humans could be capable of such acts of bravery.
"You think they're tough, you should see some of their myths and legends." Alaric said. "In one of their legends, one hero, Theseus, kills a minotaur, which is a man/bull monster, with his bare hands."
"That's like wrestling a praetorian khainde amedha!" Kra'vyx compared in surprise.
Ja'anya smiled as Alaric and her brother started to bond.
They soon arrived where Kra'vyx lived, in the district were Unblooded hunters trained and lived. There was a courtyard where many Yautja were busy training. Alaric could see that the male and females were in separate areas, training with their combi-sticks in sparring rings, or throwing a variety of projectiles at numerous moving targets.
They followed Kra'vyx in.
"Well, this is where I'm staying for my hunter's training." Kra'vyx said to Alaric.
Alaric watched as the Yautja teens trained. It reminded of a life he knew so well.
Alaric picked up a special ops variant pulse rifle, a bull pup configuration of the original design. He checked the magazine before ramming it home, cocking it, and taking aim. A loud speaker gave off a sound of commencement and all hell broke loose. Sounds of gunfire, xenomorph shrieks and explosions filled the air as Alaric ran through the winding corridors.
Alaric gunned down the last figure in a concentrated volley of projectiles, watching it slump into the ground. The lights to the facility lit up revealing great streaks of paint on the walls, floor, ceiling and on the groaning soldiers that heaved themselves from the floor. Alaric merely brushed the paint off his uniform and checked his visor's HUD for his assessment score:
REAPER, ARCHANGEL SQUAD, SPEC OPS DIVISION.
HIT ACCUARACY: 82%.
CONFIRMED ENEMY KILLS: 50.
HITS TAKEN: 150.
OVERALL RATING: B+.
RECOMMENDATION: LEARN TO DUCK ONCE IN A WHILE.
Memories, he thought with fond relish, and a slight grin.
Kra'vyx and his sister moved further in, being greeted by fellow Yautja with Alaric trailing behind. He was being subjected to quite a few looks and stares as these teen Yautja caught sight of the first human they had ever seen. Even their trainers had stopped instructing to take a look at the newcomer.
A few Unbloods came walking up to Alaric, two males and a female. The three Yautja were comprised of a mottled grey stocky male, a spotted sand colored male and a slim athletic female. Kra'vyx talked to them and then gestured to Alaric. No doubt these were Kra'vyx's friends. He talked to them, showing them Alaric. The two males laughed at what he was suggesting, despite his strong insistence.
"Friends of his?" Alaric asked.
Ja'anya nodded as she walked over to greet her brother's friends.
Alaric saw something not far from them, something that resembled an elevated obstacle course and saw that several Unbloods were taking it in turns to complete it. Their trainer was standing at the side holding what Alaric thought was a stopwatch of some kind. He watched how the current contestant was struggling to make it up a mock-up cliff at the beginning and was getting berated by his fellow trainees.
Alaric had an idea that and he grinned slightly.
"Ja'anya." He called out.
Ja'anya turned her head and walked over as Kra'vyx kept talking to the others about Ja'anya's hunt.
"Yes, Alaric?" She asked curiously.
Alaric then started removing his harness and axes.
"You remember how I promised to show you some moves." He said, pulling his hand axes off his belt and placing them on the ground. "I intend to honor that promise now."
He unclipped his harness with his great axe still in place. He placed them on the ground with his other axes. He flexed his arms for a second, his tags jingling on his chest as he warmed up.
Ja'anya and Kra'vyx's female friend couldn't help looking at his heavily muscled physique.
"Watch." He said.
And before anyone could stop him, he dashed for the course. He zoomed past the waiting Yautja, startling them as the long haired human whizzed past them. The trainer started cursing in Yautja. That was until he saw Alaric's performance.
Alaric ran up to the cliff and jumped onto it, actually running up it for a few paces before deftly and swiftly climbing up it, finding footholds in rapid succession and jumping to the next level. He reached the top in less than ten seconds, much to the Yautja climber's amazement who barely managed to reach the top, before jumping off.
He rolled, kicking up dust when he hit the ground, absorbing the fifty foot drop into his conditioned body before sprinting to a series of raised bars, tube tunnels, and swinging sacks. Alaric, suffice to say, was like water moving over a rock. He twisted, turned, rolled, dived, and hopped past every obstacle. He was, like the style depicts, following the path of least resistance.
Ja'anya, and pretty much everyone else for that matter, were watching with raised brows and slack jaws as they saw Alaric breeze through something that would have bruised even the most determined trainee. Kra'vyx and a few others on the other hand started whooping and cheering him on. She would be blatantly lying to herself if she even tried to claim that she wasn't enjoying watching him do this.
'Oh my!'She thought as Alaric did a forward flip over a mud ditch. 'I never thought... he's so... snap out of it Ja'anya!'
Alaric did a jumping grab at a rope in front of him and swiftly pulled himself up using only his arms before swinging off onto the platform. He glimpsed the elevated scene very briefly, no doubt made to imitate a tree canopy, before he began traversing the overhanging bars and narrow walkways, dodging more sacks swinging at him. He reached the end of the line and, seeing the end of the course, grabbed onto the zip line, and went soaring down. The moving hook went into the pad with a loud clang and Alaric went into a fluid roll before recovering and skidding over the finish line.
He walked back up to Ja'anya, taking a few breaths. He was perspiring slightly, making his body have a light sheen that reflected the light. His hair had come undone again and formed his mane of spikes as usual.
Ja'anya had started to pant lightly as she watched the performance unfold.
"Judging by your panting, I guess you enjoyed the demonstration." Alaric called out amiably as he walked up to her. "God, I think I rolled onto a stone on that first drop."
Ja'anya stopped panting rather quickly because of embarrassment.
Alaric noticed that several other females were panting slightly as well. The males on the other hand were just talking to themselves, going over what they had just witnessed. Kra'vyx meanwhile walked up with a linen towel. He had an ecstatic look on his face, his mandibles flaring out.
"That was completely awesome!" He said, handing Alaric the towel. "How did you ever get that fast for an ooman?"
Alaric wiped his face, muffling a few chuckles.
"When you have been through many obstacles, be it training or in combat, you learn to maximize what space and time you have." Alaric said, wiping his body. "You have to; otherwise you'll be pushing up daisies."
Kra'vyx turned to his friends.
"See, Alaric is just...what is the ooman word, 'bad-ass'?" Kra'vyx said.
"Okay, he's quick on his feet." The sand colored Yautja admitted. "But I still don't think he could take on a bad blood."
The trainer only now had managed to get his gaze from Alaric to his timer and his jaw dropped again as saw the time.
"I'll be damned!" He gasped, holding the timer closer to his eyes in disbelief. "This is a new record." He looked back up at them. "That ooman completed the course in exactly 30 seconds!"
Alaric didn't pay any mind to that. He just slipped his harness back on and popped his axes back in their loops. It was then that he noticed a shadowfall over him. He also heard something which sounded like an annoyed growl. Alaric turned around and he saw something of an irate black spotted Unblood looking down at him.
No doubt that this is the previous record holder.
This Unblood is what you would count as the class bully crossed with the star football player. And if there was one thing that it hated more then being beaten and that was being beaten by something he considers inferior.
'And this,'thought Alaric, 'stupid child, is one of those.'
"You got a lot of nerve being here, ooman." He said, spite lacing his tone. "Considering how weak and worthless your species is."
Alaric stood his ground and merely crossed his arms. He was keeping calm about this. He just gave the Unblood a 'not scared of you in the slightest' look. Kra'vyx decided to try and avert a nasty situation, having been told about Alaric's formidable skills in detail.
Very graphic detail as told by Ja'anya
"Syl'vex, just leave it, okay." He tried to reason.
The disgraced Yautja had other plans. He just shoved Kra'vyx hard out of the way, to Ja'anya's distress as his head impacted the ground with a thud, and raised a fist. But needless to say, this bully was way out of his depth.
Alaric nimbly dodged the blow, letting the Yautja blunder past him before giving him a headbutt with a loud crack as their heads connected. The bully landed hard into the ground, clutching his face which now had green blood seeping through his fingers. Alaric cradled his head as a minor headache took effect and he stood there while the other Yautja watched. Some of this bully's previous victims started snickering.
"You alright, Kra'vyx?" Alaric asked in concern as he walked over.
Kra'vyx was helped up by Ja'anya and he was rubbing his forehead. He didn't seem bothered by this even though a bruise was starting to form.
"I'm alright, my skull broke my fall." Kra'vyx said, provoking a chuckle from his sister and his friends.
Syl'vyx had now recovered from his blunder and was now even more enraged at being beaten twice by a human.
"You're dead, ooman!" Syl'vyx cursed, heaving himself up with his fists raised.
Alaric just shrugged and turned his back.
"I'm won't fight you until you have passed your training." He said. "I think the state of your face is evidence enough of your inexperience."
This wasn't meant as an insult. Instead, it was simple fact, as Alaric would rather have a fair fight on equal terms. And from what he had seen, this bully had a long way to go before he could lay a finger on him.
Kra'vyx then put himself in the line again, stepping in front of Alaric.
"Syl'vyx, just leave it." Kra'vyx urged firmly.
The bully just spat some blood out.
"Defending an ooman." Syl'vyx spat, bringing out a combi-stick and priming it. "You're even weaker then I thought, Kra'vyx.".
Kra'vex's eyes narrowed into angry slits. He now saw that there was nothing he could do to avert this situation. Better let nature take it's course.
"I may be weaker, than you are, but I'm not as stupid." Kra'vex countered.
Ja'anya couldn't help but stifle a laugh and that annoyed the bully even more.
Alaric sighed as he drew forth his axes. Evidently, this bully needed a more direct lesson. Ja'anya would have urged him not to kill this Unblooded teen until Alaric gave her a wink. She then knew that Alaric was just going to give him a not so little lesson in humility. Kra'vyx shrugged his arms and shuffled out of the way.
"Your funeral." Kra'vyx muttered.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." Alaric said firmly as he started twirling his axes.
Syl'vyx charged at him, bringing his staff down. A loud clang of metal on metal filled the air as Alaric parried with his axes. After a very brief struggle occurred as the bully tried to break the dead lock and Alaric stood resolute and unflinching. A shattering of metal erupted as the staff was rent in two in a shower of sparks and before the startled Yautja had a chance to react, Alaric delivered a lightning-fast roundhouse kick to the face. Hardened armor plated boot met sensitive flesh and bone in a loud crunching crack and Syl'vyx went crashing face first, trailing green blood through the air, into the ground with his body piling into a heap.
Every Yautja present could only watch as Alaric casually holstered his axes, readjusted his boot, and knelt down beside the defeated Unblood. He wasn't pleased about this but felt like this particular Yautja had just learned an overdue lesson about pride.
The hard and, always painful, way.
Kra'vyx shook his head, muttering things like 'told you so' and 'shouldn't have done that'.
Ja'anya was both not pleased with the string of events and somewhat entertained by this bully's comeuppance.
"I stand corrected." Kra'vyx's friend said, with a gaping mouth.
Alaric looked at the huddled Yautja.
"Novice." Alaric said, like a teacher to a student. "You may think you're tougher then anyone else in your class. But you have a long way to go before you can take on a slayer."
He saw the Yautja trying to pick himself up, grunting in pain with blood seeping from his face. Alaric grabbed him by the arm and helped him up. Upon seeing Syl'vyx's battered face, he saw that several teeth from his inner mouth were missing. Alaric bent back down and picked them up.
"Here's your teeth." Alaric said popping them back into the Yautja's face, making him squirm. "But if you come at me like that again, I'll be wearing those teeth next to my tags."
The light sound of clapping was heard as everyone turned to the source. It was a dark striped huntress in ornate robes, elaborate but practical jewelry and had a regal grace to her build. She walked over to them and saw Alaric with Syl'vyx on his shoulder who was busy trying to keep his head straight and teeth in despite losing consciousness steadily. All the other Unbloods moved apart to let her advance.
Alaric could see that this huntress had violet eyes and stripes, like Ja'anya's, and he could only think of one person as he looked at her.
"Mother." Ja'anya and Kra'vyx said, both in greeting and respect.
"Mistress Zel'tyr." The trainer greeted, a fist on his chest.
Ja'anya's mother walked past them and up to Alaric. She saw the near unconscious Syl'vyx on his shoulder. She looked down at Alaric's feet, seeing his axes on his belt and seeing the spattering of green blood on one boot.
She knew exactly what happened.
'Seems Syl'vyx chose the wrong target to intimidate.' She thought mildly impressed.
She bent down to Syl'vyx's level, close enough to see how much damage he had taken. The left side of his face was swollen and bleeding. She could see several teeth were loose and his head was slightly misshapen from a skull fracture.
Compared to what Alaric could have done, this was comparatively light.
"Syl'vyx, what did I say about choosing your fights more carefully?" She said, authoritatively.
The Unblood could only respond with a painful grunt. Zel'tyr simply sighed and gestured the trainer to take him to the infirmary. Alaric handed him over, giving a pat on the back and watched as he was half carried, half dragged away. Alaric looked up at the veteran huntress who was now dismissing the other students who went off talking about what they had seen.
"So, you're the human everyone is talking about." She questioned.
Alaric nodded.
"And you are Ja'anya's mother." He said back.
"You must be quite the warrior to protect my daughter as you have." She said, looking at his axes. "With deceptively effective weapons."
Ja'anya and her brother walked up next to Alaric.
"Mother, this is Alaric." Ja'anya introduced Zel'tyr to Alaric. "Alaric, this is my mother."
Alaric nodded to her in recognition.
"Ma'am." He said, holding out a hand.
Zel'tyr held a hand up and Alaric lowered his.
"I understand that you are the one who killed that bad-blood and saved my daughter from a terrible fate." Zel'tyr said, walking around Alaric and examining him. "Though I have to admit that I was surprised when Kal' told me it was an ooman who had done so."
She took hold of his hair and watched how it formed into spikes around her fingers. She also ran her hands down his arm, feeling the muscles under his skin and bandages.
"You have a very well developed fighting body." She pointed out "You must have been training for some time."
Alaric nodded.
"Well, Ja'anya saved my life before so I returned the favor." He said. "Plus, I had a vendetta with that bastard."
"You must tell me about that, perhaps over dinner tonight." Zel'tyr said, before turning to her daughter. "Ja'anya, I would love to hear about your hunt tonight at dinner." She added making it clear that both she and her human friend were to be there.
"I will, mother." Ja'anya promised.
Zel'tyr then turned to those spectators who were still circled around.
"Get back to your training, young ones!" She commanded and the Unbloods promptly went about their business, half walking and half running.
She turned to Kra'vyx.
"Son, I'll let you have today off to help show Alaric around," She told him, "but I expect you to train hard tomorrow."
"Yes, mother." Kra'vyx said.
Zel'tyr bid her children and Alaric farewell and walked off to resume teaching the Unbloods the ways of the hunt.
"Don't let mother's friendly exterior fool you." Kra'vyx said, "She could kick anyone's ass anytime, trust me."
Alaric chuckled.
"Like me" He said easily which made both Kra'vyx and Ja'anya laugh.
"Come along, I'll show you were I live." Ja'anya said, taking Alaric's arm in hers.
Kra'vyx smirked at his sister.
"You go on, I'll meet you later." He said, walking off to his quarters. "I'll bring some things over."
Alaric wasn't complaining about Ja'anya leading him away. He wanted to get out of this area before any other trainees decided to try to fight him. They walked out of the training grounds and continued down the street.
They stopped outside the door to Ja'anya's home and Ja'anya entered the door's code combination. Alaric propped himself against the wall as he waited. He kept getting looks from passing Yautja though they were increasing more friendly then threatening.
Obviously word had gotten out how he put down the last one stupid enough to fight him.
He felt a tugging at his belt on his left. He looked down and he saw a couple of Yautja children, a girl and a boy, both with mottled ochre skin and large green eyes poking at his axe and looking at it with inquisitiveness. Not wanting unnecessary problems involving juveniles, Alaric lowered a hand and pulled his axe out of reach.
"You don't want to cut yourself on the edge of this thing." He warned them as they watched him kneel down. "Watch this and you'll know why."
He pulled something behind his back, a metal rod he'd found laying on the ground earlier and held it in one hand. He held it horizontally. He held his axe in line with the rod and gave it a few light taps, telling the children to step back. When they shuffled back a few steps. He brought the axe down hard on the rod. The rod was sliced cleanly in two in a shower of sparks, the falling half went clanging to the ground.
One of the kids picked up the half and looked at the glowing end with wide eyes while Alaric holstered his axe. The two kids starting talking in amazement.
Ja'anya looked at him and the children as she chuckled.
"Looks like you've got some new friends." She said, walking closer.
The children saw her and their eyes went wide and smiles appeared on their faces.
"Ja'anya!" The children said, "We are so happy you're okay."
Ja'anya knelt down to their level with a smile on her face.
"Don't worry, I'm alright." She said, turning to Alaric. "Thanks to Alaric here. He beat up the bad blood really good."
Before Alaric could say anything, both children grabbed him in a tight bear hug. For their size, they were much stronger then human children their age, which he thought must be around seven to eight in human terms. Alaric could feel himself being constricted and the prickling of sharp little talons on his back. But he just gave each of them a pat on the back like he did with Kra'vyx.
"Uh...no problem." He said. "You mind letting go, my brain's not getting any blood."
The two kids let go. The boy started sniffing at one of Alaric's pouches, the one with the ankylosaur meat in it. Alaric opened the pouch and took the bundle out. He handed it to them.
"Here you go." He said. "You'll like this."
"Don't you two think you should be running home now?" Ja'anya asked as Alaric stood back up and rubbed his back.
"Yes, Ja'anya." They both said, giving her a hug before looking up at Alaric with wide smiles on their faces. "Bye, Alaric!"
The two kids then ran off. Alaric found that he was chuckling lightly to himself.
"The innocence of youth." Alaric said fondly while crossing his arms.
Ja'anya smiled and opened the door. She stepped through and Alaric followed her.
Ja'anya's home was a welcome place to be on Lai'Kairis. At least he would be safe from the leers and glares of distrustful Yautja.
It reminded him of something he had read when he was a child, a history book of ancient Greeks. Ja'anya's home reminded of a Greek home. The kitchen and living area were formed as one with a fireplace in the living area. A bedroom and bathroom were at the far end of the room. It was like a much larger version of her ship's living areas.
Alaric took his boots off and unclipped his harness. Ja'anya did the same with her armor. She walked into her bedroom to slip into something more civil. Alaric hung his harness on a hook and walked in. He saw some cushions by the fireplace and he sat down in front of them. He then had a thought. If they were going to be attending dinner with Ja'anya's family then he should get ready for it. He knew he needed to make a good impression so he wouldn't get more disks thrown at him. He walked up to Ja'anya's shut door to her room and knocked.
"Ja'anya, do you mind if I use your shower, if you have one?" He asked.
He only waited for a second before he got a reply.
"Yes, Alaric." Ja'anya answered.
"Thanks."
Alaric walked into the bathroom and looked around briefly. This bathroom was similar to the one on her ship. The only addition was a covered shower unit that was located near the bath in the far right corner.
Perfect, he thought.
Alaric walked up to it and had a look at the inside. He was pleased that he saw that this was operated just like a human version.
At last, he thought unwrapping the bandages on his chest and arm, something I can use without getting burnt.
He stripped off quickly, putting his fatigues and spec ops boxers neatly to one side and then stepped inside. He slid the door shut behind him. He turned the dials and a steady stream of water came rushing down to meet him. He adjusted the temperature. He shut his eyes as he felt the temperature get just right.
He always found showers to be very peaceful, just like a waterfall. There were many a time on Floria VII when he would just go to a waterfall and just meditate under its barrage of water. It was one of the few things that he feels truly safe and serene. Steam rose around him, filling up the compartment.
Now this is comforting, he thought to himself shutting his eyes.
Alaric and his wife sat in their bathtub, embracing each other. Alaric lay back with his wife in front of him, laying back. It had been three months since their honeymoon and Alaric had everything he had fought and struggled so hard for.
A home and a loving wife.
His wife then slowly grasped his hand and lowered it to her abdomen, whispering to Alaric. Alaric smiled and held her close when he learned he was going to be a father.
Now, it was at this point that he was going to get a surprise. He was so relaxed that he didn't notice the door sliding open. It then shut and he felt taloned hands on his chest. He opened his eyes suddenly and when his focus came back into view, he saw he had a shower-mate with him.
Ja'anya was standing in front of him, just as naked as he was, and looking at him. She had a smile on her face. Her eyes seemed to glow brightly in the shower mist. It was slightly captivating.
"You look relaxed." She pointed out, drawing her hands around his pectorals.
Alaric, for a second, was at a loss for words. He found himself just watching Ja'anya as the water poured around them. He had seen Ja'anya naked previously whenever she washed herself but never this up close because he preferred to give her privacy.
"And... you look very curious." Alaric countered. "Figured you needed a shower too?"
Ja'anya only rested her head on his shoulder. Alaric felt very awkward at this point so he decided to just take the lead and get this over with. He grabbed the soap from a small alcove and started lathering up her back. Ja'anya started to purr seductively and started running her hands up his back, imitating his actions.
'Oh god!'He thought quickly. 'Calm down, Alaric. Just concentrate on the task and don't get carried away.'
He continued washing her back as she sensuously caressed his, holding tightly to him. Alaric wasn't entirely comfortable with this, but to his own surprise, he was actually starting to warm up to it. This wasn't really any different from the showers back in the corps. Only they didn't get this close.
"Come on, let's do your front." Alaric instructed suddenly.
Ja'anya readily turned her back to Alaric, obviously wanting him to reach around her to do so. Alaric sighed as he wrapped his arms around her. Ja'anya continued purring and even shut her eyes to better enjoy the sensations she was feeling. Alaric just focused on washing her and not on what might happen if he lost his tight level of control. Ja'anya could feel that he was deliberately keeping away from her breasts and her nether regions. In the back of her mind, she didn't really care. She just wanted to be really close to him, and was reveling in the feeling of having him so close to her.
'I don't ever want this to end.' Ja'anya thought dreamily.
Her daydreaming came to an abrupt end when she heard a beep from outside. She opened her eyes and saw that Alaric had noticed it as well. Another beep followed. Ja'anya gave an annoyed growl and she slid the shower door open and stepped out. She walked over to a panel on the wall and pushed a button. Alaric was secretly relieved that he was now alone in the shower.
"Yes?" She asked, slightly annoyed.
"Sister." Came Kra'vyx's voice. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
Ja'anya looked back at Alaric as he was scrubbing his hair. He couldn't hear what she was saying.
"Not really. Would you mind waiting inside for a few minutes?"
"Okay, try not to make too much noise."
Ja'anya almost choked in surprise when her brother said that. Where did Kra'vyx get that assumption?
She switched the intercom off and stepped back into the shower. She took hold of Alaric's hands, getting his attention as they went back into position with her back to him and lowered his hands to her abdomen.
"Now, where were we?" She asked with a highly suggestive tone.
Alaric sighed as he went back to work as Ja'anya shut her eyes again.