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By, Sonsasu

Chapter Five

Troubles Abound

Human's POV

Thoughtfully tapping a forefinger upon the counter, Sam worried the skin of her lower lip, ignoring the unreadable look on Grinning Fangs face. She needed to hide both guests…along with any evidence of their being here, meaning the mess on the once spotless counter…their gear.

"Okay first things first, Tom's clothing and stuff is in my room…but I also have an eight foot Predator lying on my bed…and it's not like I can cover him in sheets then pretend he's not there…" A light bulb went off in her head, "Or I'll just send the junk to Kitten's house, no doubt Tom's going to be there for awhile…and she's not going to dump him immediately…knowing her."

Forcing a cheery smile for the now openly frowning Yautja, she nodded to herself, turned away and strode briskly towards the front room.

Younger Predator's POV

Though sorely tempted to follow the little female and see what she was doing in the other dwelling area, he found the cold meat to be more appealing at the current moment.

Finishing off the last of his meal, Grinning Fangs swiped two fingers over the smooth counter, retrieving some of the blood and tiny meat-bits. Using his upper mandibles to scrape them clean, he let the scant crimson drip into his awaiting inner mouth, enjoying its sharp coppery taste so much he had to repress a delightful shiver.

Why did Oomans get to have the best tasting meat sources?

Unheard-of to many younger hunters, it was actually the second reason so many Yautja came to earth for hunting… They had even gone as far as to take back some of the animals, hoping to breed them on their home world.

Only to find out later the creatures could not survive without their original habitat…

Glancing over his shoulder to where the small Ooman had wondered off to, Grinning Fangs decided to leave the food court. Stepping away from the counter, he walked over to the tall archway, only to stop dead at the comical sight that greeted him. The one called Sam held his and Frozen Heart's masks, along with their remaining equipment in her arms, the items almost seeming to large for her to carry.

Shaking his head, he considered helping.

For less than a nano second, as a mischievous idea sprang to mind.

Grasping one of the arches with a long fingered hand, allowing his head to rest against the swell of its bicep, and leaning a hip against the cool wood, he knew from personal experience that this relaxed pose was very effective on females.

Human's POV

Wrestling with their oversized pieces of remarkably light armor, two masks, and Frozen's uncomfortably warm body mesh wiring, Sam was not a happy camper. "How about the garage… No wait, I'll never find this stuff again. The bedroom, no, I do not want to wake Frozen Heart up. Heck, we practically lost him the in mess too. How about the cupboards, yes, perfect, no one looks in there! Oh my God, you've got to be kidding me."

As she turned to face toward her kitchen, the awkward items nearly clattered to the floor. Like sin incarnate, Grinning Fangs stood with his hips cocked, that stupid loincloth riding dangerously low, dual eyes partially closed, and all those firm muscles slightly flexed, enticing the wondering eye.

Was it seriously wrong to drool at this point…?

Clenching her jaw to remind herself not to ogle, she reapplied the grip on their things, no time for that... Forcing her gaze straight ahead, she marched past the posing Predator with a neutral expression, though both cheeks were scarlet.

Younger Predator's POV

Blinking past internal astonishment, his head followed the little Ooman's tense movements, "that should've worked…"

Scowling slightly, he curled each mandible, pouting as he crossed the distance to stand behind Sam, silently watching while she placed Frozen Heart's and his gear in a storage space near the floor.

A loud thumping on her dwelling's main entrance drew a soft growl from him, and a panicked gasp from her. Glancing briefly to the seemingly frightened female, who had stood, looking rapidly from him to the door, he decided that whatever was causing her so much distress, needed removal.

Then he would continue to play with the delightfully interesting creature in front of him.

Stepping around her, he stomped his way to the hallway, heading for the repeating noise, while absentmindedly listening to the babbled English Sam tossed at his back.

"No, no, no! Stop! Hey, I said stop! Don't! He can't see you!" ignoring them until…

What could only be hands abruptly attached themselves to his sensitive dreadlocks, yanking his head backwards and causing him to tilt off balance. The demanding tugging made him backpedal, stumbling out of the hall and right into the kitchen again. Once released, he swung around, drawing in a deep breath to bellow his displeasure. He didn't even get to make a squeak. Swift as a snake, fingers wrapped around his lower mandibles, gripping the appendages quite distressingly.

His lungs emptied their contents of oxygen in a single, pained whoosh. When his eyes refocused, zoning in on slightly flushed Ooman face, he made a move as if to draw away. The hands tightened, forcing him level with her height.

"I don't care if you're as tall as a building," this accompanied with a shake of his mandibles, "I don't care if you're stronger than me."

The female Sam pressed her face nearer, "this is my house, and I swear, if Tom even catches the hint of one dreadlock," her eyes narrowed balefully.

"I will personally castrate you, removing your balls and turn you into a woman," so there would be no misunderstanding, she choose to let go of his right mandible, pointed at his groin, making a clipping motion with her fingers.

"Afterwards, I will make you eat them, got it?"

Grinning Fangs may not have comprehended every word, but he perfectly realized her intent should he not heed the warning set in her domain. If the one at her home entrance were to see him, she would become highly aggressive and remove his male-hood. He blinked briefly, a pleased thrilling begging to escape his throat, such hostility in this tiny prey.

"I said do you get it?" He gave a small nod in response.

Human's POV

Huffing past the stinging flush coloring her cheeks, she uncurled her fingers, allowing Grinning Fangs to slip free. Dual eyes of jade green and amber gold remained affixed to Sam's, almost as if daring her to look away.

"Go hide already!" The clipped demand provoked a deep rumble to resonate from his chest.

She watched as he lifted his arm with the wrist computer, long hooked nails pressing a few buttons, receiving beeps in return. With a soft crackle, his camouflage covered him barely a second later. Pursing her lips, she spun sharply on her heel, grumbling all the way through the hall, when a tiny shard of sanity hit home…

It was enough to cause a falter in her step, "dear God what happened to common sense! He could have killed me, just one good flick and…" Placing a hand behind her neck, she nudged those thoughts to the back of her mind; that crap would have to earn a brooding later.

Another series of knocks sounded at the door, sobering her slightly, "now or never, right?"

When she finally stopped dragging her feet, Sam paused before the tall threshold, staring mutely at the doorknob. A faint sigh escaped her as unwilling fingers touched the silvery surface, but the darn thing decided to turn on its own accord. Backing away so the door would not bump into her, a face with tired looking chocolate brown eyes appeared through the opening.

"Sam?"

The corners of her mouth pulled upward in a false smile, "hey Tom…"

To be continued...

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