Authors Note: Second chapter here. No lemons (unless kissing counts as lemon?). Plenty of interaction. Small fight scene. Enjoy. And remember: NO HATING.
Chapter 2
Something was softly rubbing against John's cheek. The surface making contact was slightly rough and leathery, but he still enjoyed it's slow stroking feel against his face...
His face? John woke with a start and literally yelped when he saw a Jackal, a Kig-yar, sitting by him, it's face inches from John's own, and it was using it's finger to softly caress John's cheek. John's confusion was overwhelmed by his fear and he looked around for the Elites or Brutes that would surely be laughing at the Jackal's antics. The Jackal had stopped stroking John when he had cried out, and it was now looking at him curiously. John could only return the stare. The Jackal then moved closer so it was now actually sitting on John's lap. It then muzzled John's chin with it's beak. John stared at the creature with a mix of emotions: confusion, horror, fear, and worst of all, arousal. It was now John noticed the way the Jackal's hips curved, how it's face slanted slightly, and how it's armor jutted out slightly at the chest. It was a female. And the damned thing was turned on by him!
The Jackal muzzled the human's chin again. For good measure, she licked his neck. She had been rejected by her kind and any male she tried to get into a relationship with abandoned her. Failing as a wife, she joined the Covenant's military in the hopes of impressing males with her combat skills. That inevitably failed. Seeing nothing else to do, she continued her military service until she was put on guard duty. She realised humans hated being imprisoned and that she could use that to get a mate. A human mate, but a mate. She took the next possible mission with almost guaranteed human contact. When she found a prime target she pursued it until she came here. She purred softly and gave the human a mischievous look.
Oh God. John panicked silently. The Jackal had its - her - arms around him now and was rubbing his neck with her beak. She was trying really hard. John was starting to feel like kissing her back, and the heat in his pants displayed this desire. John was certain she could feel it, and seconds later this proved to be true. The Jackal pulled back, her arms still around his neck and looked him in the eye. John tried to speak but his throat was dry. The Jackal murmured something incomprehensible, but it sounded seductive as hell. The way she seemed to purr her words rather than speak them added to that effect. John couldn't stand it any longer. He flung his arms around her neck and pulled her is so he could kiss her. And man did he kiss her. He poured passion into that kiss, all of it had been building up when she had been fondling him, and now he let it all out in that one heated moment.
He came across no resistance. In fact, she kissed him back. And he loved it so much. The Jackal now realised how much she had been missing out on. Nothing beat the way the human was kissing her and she wished the moment would never end. But, as all things do, it did. The human broke the kiss and looked at her intensely. She shied under his gaze and pulled out of their embrace. The human let her slip out of his arms almost hesitantly. It seemed the human enjoyed that as much as she did. John was still staring at the alien before him. For some reason he he didn't want to let her go, but he did. Am I attracted to aliens? He wondered worriedly.
Suddenly, the Kig-Yar stood up straight, alert and aware. She looked kind of like a rabbit. And, also like a rabbit, she bolted. "No, wait!" John cried, attempting to get up. "John?" Came a familiar voice. Another ODST wearing similar armor to his, except where John's armor was turquoise, this soldier's armor was orange. "Shaun!" John gasped, still struggling to his feet. Shaun took off his helmet and studied him. "Where's your armor?" Shaun asked. John looked at himself. All he was wearing was the ODST skin suit that they wore beneath their gear. In all honesty, John didn't know where his armor was, or how the Kig-Yar managed to get it off him without waking him up. With all this, John couldn't accumulate an answer. "Umm..." He said dumbly.
Shaun grunted as he half-dragged John to the rendezvous point where the rest of the team would meet. John groaned as Shaun set him down. "Jeff has the med-pack," Shaun explained. "He should be here soon." "What about Emily?" John wheezed, still trying to stay conscious. Shaun shook his head slowly. "Her pod was empty. We found signs of a struggle, but no bodies. The only explanation is she's a POW." John grimaced at the news.
She hated this so much. The Jackal was sitting atop a half collapsed building, watching the scene below her. Just as she found a mate, that human had to come and ruin it all! She was impatient now. She run her tongue along the inside of her jaws. She could still taste his saliva, and she wanted to taste more than that. So much more. She couldn't wait. She had to take her human somewhere private. No interruptions. She levelled her beam rifle with the second human's head. Then stopped. She would wait before taking such drastic measures. She would wait five minutes.
Give or take.
John was having similar, but less violent, thoughts. He couldn't rid himself of the image of her curved body... "John!" John snapped back into reality. Jeff was standing before him. He quickly fished out his med-pack. A beam of white light sliced through the air and burned straight through his helmet. Jeff dropped, first to his knees, then onto his face. It didn't take a genius to know he was dead.
She had had enough of this. A third human had shown up, further separating her from her prize. She prepared her beam rifle. Then it happened. The beam rifle's laser went right into the third human's head. She hadn't fired though. She used her scope to reveal a Covenant squad closing in on the remaining humans. Three Jackals, four Grunts, two Elites and two Brutes. Too much for two ODSTs, one of them injured, to handle. She took action.
Shaun rapidly fired his DMR at the oncoming Covies. John was duel-wielding both soldiers' magnums and doing the best an injured soldier could do. Shaun stood a few meters forward of John to give the crippled man some protection. The magnums stopped firing and he assumed the worst, but couldn't turn around to check. Pain radiated from his chest. Shaun looked down and saw a pink needle producing from his heart. Shaun emptied his clip, then couldn't find the strength to reload as round after round was fired into him. He slipped into the void from which none return.
John kept firing his weapons, but blood loss had taken it,s toll. John grew wary quickly, and he hadn't hit any enemies yet. A scaly hand slipped over his mouth to muffle the scream that never came. John looked around at the owner of the hand only semi-consciously. The Kig-Yar. John felt the faint sensation of being dragged away before he gave in to the welcoming darkness that had been creeping into his vision.
The human's eyes drooped closed and for a terrible moment she thought he was dead. But then she saw the steady rise and fall of his chest. She dragged him to a quieter section of the street (he was really heavy for her small frame) where she propped him against a pile of rubble that could have once been a wall. For a while she was content with watching his steady, peaceful breathing. Then she realised he wasn't going to wake up any time soon. The female Jackal snuggled up against her human, and within seconds, she was also asleep.
