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Chapter 6: Food
After getting back to the apartment, about a half hour of complete silence between the two of us went by, which I honestly don't mind one bit.
'Why so silent, Hu- Hecate.' I ask, why did I just start a conversation…I never start any conversations, ever. Because I don't care to speak to anyone or anything. Communication is just a waste of time, and I don't even give a shit why she is silent. If anything I have enjoyed the silence.
She glances at me and heads to the kitchen, ignoring my question.
Alright then, if she wants to act like that and ignore me, then I'll just…..do nothing. Since I can't fucking end her.
I walk over to the place I was before we left, lifting and placing my weapon in the slot in the floor that I made before I went off to eat earlier. It is better to do that instead of making a new one, which will just cause more coldness to enter the apartment at night. Releasing my grip on the weapon, it stands on its own.
Lowering myself, I sit down next to it on the floor to help regain my blood I lost, though food would help…
Feeling pain from my back, spine and shoulders, I lower my head, redirecting the weight of my helmet off my shoulders and spine a little.
Sensing the human enter the room, I remain with my head lowered, just to see what she will do if the thinks I am unconscious, or unaware.
An odd scent catches my attention as she approaches me slowly, sensing something in her hand.
Slowly she kneels in front of me, seeming to be observing my helmet.
"…Does it hurt…?" She speaks suddenly.
'Not much, besides the weight of it.'
"…Are you able to take it off?"
Lowering my head further to the point the tip of my helmet's front touches the floor and she can see my back. Her eyes widen as she sees that the lower and inner part of the helmet is bolted into the bones of my shoulder blades, giving her the answer.
Slowly I sit back up, the smell getting thicker as I realize her hand is moving towards me.
'What is that.' Not really a question, more of a statement.
"Food…it's called ham. You like meat, right? The plate of food I gave you earlier, you only ate the meat that was on it, I gave you a wide variety of many other types of foods, and that is the only thing you ate…and it wasn't much. I'm sure you are still hungry…"
Lowering my head, I know what she said is true, and I am indeed still hungry…very.
"I take that as a yes." She says with a smile.
She then hands me the meat, which I take slowly as our fingers brush each other once our hands meet.
I can sense the blood rushing to her face as she blushes from the contact, yet I am not affected at all.
Focusing on the meat, I slowly bring it under my helmet, lifting the meat up and into the small opening in bottom of my helmet near my neck.
Lowering my head a bit so she can't see what is happening, to the point she can't see most of my chest either.
I draw out my long, snake-like tongue to slowly lick the meat, tasting it. The reason I didn't do it in her view is because I don't want her to run off and be afraid of me since she will then try to leave and get herself hurt. In the end it would be my fault for not being able to keep her out of harm.
Liking the taste, I slowly eat it, a deep rumble escapes my chest as I react to the delicious meat, basically purring.
Her eyes widen at my noises as she giggles, "I take it that you really like it."
I slowly nod as she gets up and heads back to the kitchen.
A few seconds later she returns to me with a container in her hands, full of meat.
A deep purr erupts from my chest as she hands me another slice, quickly I take it and devour it.
She giggles at my hunger, she pulls out another slice.
A groan erupts from my chest as I reach out for the container itself, not really enjoying having to wait and let her feed me.
She hands it to me, without realizing she can see my long tongue slips out from under my helmet, wrapping around a small pile of the meat as I pull my tongue back in my mouth with the delicious meat in its grasp, swallowing it whole.
I do this repeatedly until all of the meat is gone.
My head facing her direction, I realize she is watching me and seen my tongue, though I expect her to be looking in fear, but it is the complete opposite.
Her eyes wide with the look of pure interest and amusement within them she asks, "was that your tongue? Or what was that?"
I nod, placing the container on the floor next to me.
She sure is a strange one…