Welcome back to the next episode of…
Say Hello!
By, Sonasu
Chapter Four
Well this is…uncomfortable
Human's POV
Sam's eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline as she mentally panicked, if Grinning Fangs had simply said hungry without the thumb touching lip part she would have automatically thought edible food! "Not cool dude so not cool…"
Forcing a weak smile to appear, she nervously licked suddenly dry lips and patted the hand under her chin, "well seeing as…you're still hungry…how about we go to the kitchen and get you some…er…roast…?" "Yeah okay, sometimes it's a very good thing to play dumb…" Lifting her chin from the warm fingers, and keeping the smile plastered to her face, she took a multiple of wide crab steps around the burnt orange Predator. Stopping only once her back bumped into the doorframe, Sam muttered an 'oops' before turning and practically running out of the room, powerwalking through the hall, passing under the mahogany archway then into the kitchen…
Younger Predator's POV
Grinning Fangs tapped his upper right mandible in thought, if the Ooman female called Sam was so easy to provoke…then staying here might not be such a bad thing after all. "This'll be fun…" Running a hand through his dreadlocks, he purred softly, considering how long it might take a rescue party to find them…there would be plenty of time to hunt and amuse himself with this little Ooman.
Glancing back to the bed, he felt his stomach twist in a knot, never had he seen his Elder seem so…vulnerable, shaking the thought away and turning around, he walked over to the large mound of fabric, lifting it from the floor. A colorful spectacle of strange clothing fell from the creases of the covering, peeking over its edge Grinning Fangs left mandible twitched, making a curious clicking sound. Though highly tempted to explore…he ignored them, shaking out the rest of the pieces, before lying the thick piece over Frozen Heart, making certain he was completely covered, carefully tucking in the sides…
Human's POV
When Grinning Fangs did not follow, Sam had went to check on him…mainly to make sure he was not destroying her room…or trying on her panties and bras… oh that's a disturbing image… Stopping midway in her walk away from the fridge, a picture of him in a pink frilly thong, complete with a bright green Madonna bra and braided dreadlocks pulled up into a high coif, with tendrils placed decoratively around his face, posing in stiletto heels…
She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth fighting not to laugh aloud, but topping that last image…a flash of neon pink lipstick appeared…and well she lost the battle! Doubling over Sam desperately clutched at her sides, while the image of Grinning Fangs said…kiss, kiss, but no tongue… She was on the white sticky floor by the time the burnt orange Predator walked in, his head tilted to the side, hands on hips…oh god…the pose did not help…it made her laughing worse… "I wonder if I could actually get him in a something like that…"
Younger Predator's POV
Crouching next to the female called Sam, he was confused why she was on the floor and concerned because she was leaking from the eyes…while laughing…was that normal for Oomans…or was she ill? Lightly poking her in the ribs with a curled knuckle, he cocked his head to the other side when she squirmed away, mandible lacking mouth curling higher, a soft sound resembling laughter escaping her. Grinning Fangs did it again, and got the same reaction, his upper mandibles lifting in a giant smile he made certain she saw this look before relentlessly poking the exposed ribs, causing her to squirm in every direction. Remarkably, she nearly escaped him, so he resolved that problem by straddling her lower legs, continuing the relentless assault, enjoying the two facts that he sat partially upon her and those odd sounds she made…
She squealed loudly, hands grasping his much thicker wrists, weakly trying to push them away, "Ahck! Please…no more! Can't…I'm…ahhhk…ticklish!" The Ooman's halting words were partially lost on Grinning Fangs, but he did catch please and no, thus stopping their little game, however, he kept his hands circled around Sam's ribs…
Human's POV
Unable to control the blush creeping along her cheeks, she knew this position looked highly suggestive, what with Grinning Fangs leaning over her, dreadlocks trailing over his shoulders, their strange texture teasing wherever they touched… Oh and now, he was purring…the throaty rumbling resembling the sound a large cat would make after some good catnip… He cocked his head to the side, glancing down at their interesting positioning, and his right upper mandible lifted…in a little gleam in his dual eyes made Sam nervous, it was as if he just realized what this could lead to…by the way a Yautja can look lecherous, Grinning Fangs was doing a flawless impression…
"Wait hold on! Real Predators aren't supposed to be attracted to humans, he should think I'm weak and pathetic!" Clearing her throat, she pointed to the refrigerator, "Food? Hungry? Eat?" Grinning Fangs stared at her, and then looked at the fridge, fighting between the two, and she could guess the decisions…stay where he was, or eat. His stomach let out a fierce snarl, causing them to stare at it like surprised idiots, releasing a growl of his own he slipped his hands under Sam's back, picking her up as he stood…"I guess that decides it…and do we have to be so freaking close…?"
Her face managed to reach a new shade of red as she blinked and fought a goofy smile, any closer and her nose would be flat against his chest, not that it would be a bad thing…she really wanted to run her fingers down his tummy…it looked like soft cream. However, it might lead down a very awkward path… "Tom! He'll be pissed!" Biting the inside of her cheek, she took a step back, nearly sighing when she lost contact with those warm hands. Reaching blindly behind her, her fingertips brushed over cold steel and felt across it to grab the black handle of the fridge, tugging it open with a loud sticking sound.
Stepping aside, she gestured to the well-stocked shelves of food, "just snack on whatever you want…I have to call someone." Grinning Fangs was practically drooling when he spotted the rack of ribs sitting in a giant plastic bag, "Oh well…there goes the cookout…" Sam watched him as he snagged the meat, carrying it over to the counter of shiny black marble, "Now for that phone call…I'll clean up the mess later…" Passing the fridge, she gave the door a light nudge, and by the time she had walked around the other side of the counter, it had closed. Reaching for the wall phone, she jerked her hand back when it rang; automatically an image of Frozen Heart sleeping in the master bedroom came to mind…along with a blood shot eye flying open…and one hell of a cranky Predator having a temper tantrum…
If Sam was an anime character, her hair would be sticking up in pure terror, seizing the phone off its hook she smacked it to her ear, hoping that the single ring had not woken up the Elder…
"Hello?"
"I'm sleeping with Tom." Sam blinked past the internal shock,"Huh?"
"You heard me the first time." The pleasant voice belonged to none other then her closest friend Kitten…
"Oh…" "Well that's certainly a fine punch in the gut."
Taking a deep breath, she held it for a moment before releasing it, placing her elbows on the counter she gazed at Grinning Fangs as he tore into his snack, "For how long and who made the first move?" "I did and for one week." Pursing her lips Sam smiled sadly, Kitten always had been a blunt one… "Okay…so what this makes it…the fourth? And don't nod…I can't see you remember…?" "Oh right, sorry, yes I think he's the fourth." She had lost every boyfriend to her best friend, though it never bothered her before…she had honestly liked Tom. Fingering the cold smooth top, she stared across at Grinning Fangs, and he stared back, head cocked to the side…the ribs half gone in front of him.
"Well Tom should be heading over to your place soon. Hey, are you listening to me? Hello…? Sam!"
She yanked the phone away from her ear, "Dammit don't yell at me! And yeah sure, I heard you… I'll see you later." There was an audible click as the other line went dead, placing the earpiece back on its hook she sighed, shoulders slumping, head hanging down, she let her face crumple in complete sorrow, though no tears fell. Then just as quickly as the heartache came, it disappeared with the next breath, straightening up, she ran a hand through the fall of her hair, pushing it back. "I don't freaking have time to be sad and whiney, I'll eat some ice cream later…but first I gotta hide my…er guests…"
This was going to be a fun week…
To be continued…
Disclaimer-I do not own Predator