Jun; I'M BACK BABYYY! :D Well, hello there reader! Have fun reading my fanfic! I LOVE YEW. XD

Brave; So strange…

Jun; Yes, but it's what makes me loveable! :3 So yeah, Alien and Predator don't belong to me (sadly) but Lona does, so no takey! (And dammit, there should be a big list of names for Predators to pick from, or at least get a good idea of how to make up one…

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He stumbled backwards a little bit. You growled and hit him again. He was still in slight shock, and took that hit too. He regained himself and caught your hand, as you were about to hit him again. "Stop this ooman. You are being ridiculous," he barked. You started to cry and you tried to kick him, but he caught your foot and threw you onto to the floor. You got back up and jumped at him. He let you attack him because it didn't hurt too badly. You gripped his neck, and ripped off his mask. Now, Brave was in some trouble. He didn't have enough time to react and you managed to land a perfect hit right in the middle of his face. Now, it was you who was in trouble. He roared, gripped you firmly, and threw you into the wall, forcing you go through it. You yelped and sprang back up on your feet.

You got plaster dust in your eyes so your vision was not going to do you any good. You coughed and felt dust going into your lungs. "Not good," you choked out. Brave roared again, this time, it was louder. You crouched down and crawled under him. He grabbed your ankle and flung you up to the ceiling. You hit it and Brave threw you into another wall. "Quit it," you managed to get out before you were thrown into the opposite wall. Brave let go and roared once more before turning around. "Ow.. Ouch.. Damn, that hurt…" You coughed up blood a few times and managed to get the dust out of your eyes by tearing up. You wheezed and looked at yourself. "You did a number on me there Brave…" He stayed silent. "Hey, come on, don't do that, it didn't hurt that bad…"

"I… I'm… sorry," Brave growled.

"It's okay. I mean, it does hurt, but I'll live," you tried to sound positive. Brave whipped around and looked at you intensely.

"It's NOT okay! I failed my mission."

You looked at him quizzically. "Your… mission?" Brave nodded. "I was sent here to find you, keep you safe and unharmed, and take you back to my home planet." You rolled your eyes. "Oh so it's about you completing the mission, not the fact that I'm in pain. You men and your stupid 'oh I can't be dishonorable and screw up my mission'! Geez, think about other people for once!" You huffed and limped past him and out of the house. Brave stood there stunned.

You gritted your teeth as you pulled into the driveway and got out of your car. You hobbled into the house and into the bathroom. Brave followed wordlessly. You opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed gauze, ointment, but you couldn't reach the tweezers or bandages on the top shelf because you were too hunched over from pain. "Dammit," you muttered.

You sat down on the edge of the tub and groaned. You took a deep breath and started to rip your shorts apart to get to some wounds. You breathed in sharply because of the pain increase. Brave shifted around. You could tell he was uncomfortable. You let out a short, airy laugh. "What's wrong? Don't like blood?" You heard a quiet, ashamed growl in response. "Sorry," you bit your lip in pain and continued to finish ripping your shorts.

"There," you said quietly as you started to spread ointment on your cuts and gashes. You heard Brave open the cabinet and fiddle around with some things. He stopped using his camouflage and leaned over you and started to pick out pieces of plaster and wood. After that he began to dress them. He cleaned and dressed your other leg and arm wounds.

You removed your shirt so he could treat the rest or your wounds. He picked you up and carried you to your room and placed you on the bed. "Brave... Get me some paper and a pencil…" He nodded and got some from your desk. "Thanks…" You began to write a note explaining to your mom why you were not going to be home for a while. Using 'going on a trip' as an excuse.

"I'm sorry ooman."

"My name's Bellona, but you can call me Lona for short."

"Lona. I apologize for being… insensitive and uncaring about you."

"It's okay. I accept your apology, now put this on the table in the kitchen."

"You're bossy," Brave barked and walked off.

You smirked and turned on your iTouch and played the song 'The Game' by Motorhead. ((LOL YOU JUST LOST THE GAME GUYS XD)) Brave came back in the room and looked at the iTouch. You looked up at him and turned up the volume. "Like the song?" He shrugged. "It's okay." You smiled and tapped the screen to put on 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails. "Do you like this one?" Brave nodded. You put down your iTouch and scooted a little to the left. "Sit down next to me," you patted the empty space. Brave walked over then stopped. You raised an eyebrow. "I have to take off my armor. One moment." He took off his mask and removed his armor and gauntlets and trophies, but left his loincloth alone.

You couldn't help but keep your eyes on his body. Muscular… incredibly toned, only a few scars, but that made it all the more better. Broad shoulders, well-built thighs and an eight pack… His color of green with brown and burnt orange flecks and a cream-colored stomach… something sparked a feel of lust in your body.

Your breathing had gotten heavier and your eyes were half-lidded. Brave looked at your face, and let his vision travel lower. His face went a little darker, and he looked right into your eyes. "Like what you see," you questioned in a low tone. "I should ask you the same," Brave retorted. Both of you went silent, and there was desire in both your eyes.

"I wouldn't think you found female humans attractive," you breathed.

"I didn't think a ooman female would find me attractive," Brave said with a hint of amusement.

"Well then you must've thought wrong… because I think you are…" You crawled on top of Brave and sat upright. He started to purr quietly and you let his hands roam free on your body. He was very gentle when touching you, being especially careful of your injuries. You smiled slyly and started to move your hips back and forth. Brave emitted a long, drawn-out growl and gripped your hips tightly. You kept moving and watched his reactions. "What… do you call this?" You laughed. "It's called… a lap dance," you your smile grew, "obviously." You started to move your hips in a circular motion and felt Brave's grip getting tighter.

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Jun; mmmm… giving a predator a lapdance… you shall get an interesting surprise XD

Brave; good god woman.

Jun; Thanks fer the reviews! :D