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Note: This is not THE ENGINEER as this story is not about the original cast, but about another

crew meeting more benevolent minded Engineers. As they work together to stop the spread of

Xenomorphs to Earth, the main character and Engineer ( I named him Naël) bond.

The hair pulling is a minor part, but it is also the culmination of his fascination with it throughout

the beginning of the story.

The room is dark.

My eyes fluttered open to the feel of full lips kissing their way from the small of my back all the

way to my shoulder blades. I turned my head and became aware of Naël's face close to my

own. He uttered a soft, needy growl as he bumped my earlobe with the tip of his nose.

"I need you again," came his deep, gravelly voice.

"Again?!"

But even half asleep I felt my body respond to his plea. Before I could even completely turn

over, his hand found my waist and his teeth grazed along my jawline. Slowly, softly, his hand

moved down to my hip, from my hip to my thighs, and then between them where two of his

fingers slid into me. I gasped and, remembering what he said earlier, willed myself to keep eye

contact with him. All too soon, his fingers left me. He brought them to his mouth, sucking gently

at the wetness that glistened on them. I could feel the goosebumps erupt all over my body he

brought them back to where they were, only this time with a rubbing and thrusting motion.

He watched me as I writhed bedside him, until a feeling of warmth spread across my lower

body. As my back arched and a moan escaped my lips he stopped himself. He brought me to

the precipice, but not over the edge. Now I needed him. Desperately. Naël turned over,

intending to lower himself on me, but I pushed a hand against his chest; pushed him flat back

on the bed.

"No," I said through heavy breaths, "lay back."

I sat up, moved closer to his pelvis, and tossed my hair over his shoulder. Leaning over, in a

rather unceremonious way, I spat into my hands and wrapped both of them around his girth. My

hands began to twist around and up and down his length. I felt him buck beneath me, and

exhale so heavily his breath hit me square in the face. His hand found its way to my shoulder,

and then grabbed onto a few locks of my hair. He passed the strands through his fingers over

and over again.

With a big breath in I lowered my mouth to his head and kissed the tip before sealing my lips

around it. I sucked and licked him gently, feeling the my own, increasing wetness with every

whimper that escaped his lips. As he began to squirm, as his breaths became shorter and

shorter, he wound his hand into my hair and began to pull. He pulsed and throbbed in my hands

and he yanked my head back and dragged me back up to his mouth.

He kissed me such need, with such fervor that I found myself unable to breathe. He released

my lips and my hair at the same time, moving yet again to top me.

"No," I said firmly.

I climbed on top; careful to balance myself as I grasped onto his chest, as I lowered myself onto

him. His eyes went wide and he bit into his lip hard when he slid all the way into me. My back

arched at the feeling, and my nails dug into his skin as I began to move. When I'd hit a rhythm I

stared into his deep, blue eyes, letting him see every expression that crossed my face, every

sigh that escaped my lips. His hands, idle for too long, grabbed hold of my hips. A sense of

urgency came over him as he started driving me down, roughly, onto his hips.

Teasing, willing him to go crazy, I stopped, leaned over him, and grabbed his face firmly with

one hand. So shocked was he by this that he never even noticed my hair cascading down and

surrounding both of our faces.

"My turn," I proclaim in a commanding voice that I barely recognized.

Barely brushing the lips that so desperately searched for mine, I sat up and reached back to

hold onto his thighs. Once I got my footing, I spread myh legs wide, and proceeded to ride him

again. A shocked gasp left Naël's mouth;

his head left the pillow and he watched as I bounced

up and down along the length of him.

Deep inside me, and everytime his hips thrust up to meet my own, a bubble of warmth began to

form. It works it's way up to my belly, into my chest, and then finally, escaped as a moan. My

skin erupted in goosebumps as his hands rested on my knees; pushed them further apart for an

even better view. Then one loosed itself, travelled gently up my inner thigh. When he touched

me, rubbed me ever so soft and swift, a fire erupted in me. It was deep and rich and

uncontrollable. My mouth lolled open, making noises that felt almost apart from me; gasping,

gurgling, animalistic moans that I never knew I could create. Shockwaves of please began to

shake his body, too. We cry out in ecstasy together; my body tightened around him as his

pleasure filled me. Naël's entire body shook over and over again; his panting breath hit me in

the face as he gathered me up to his chest.

I smiled as his hand went right back to twirling my

hair.

"What was that? What you did?" he murmurs against my cheek.

Amused, I answered his question with one of my own.

"Do your women no do that to you?"

"Not like that," he exclaimed before planting a soft kiss on my lips.

I couldn't help by smile triumphantly as he wove the fingers of his free hand through my own. It

was picturesque; the smooth marble of his flawless skin intertwined with my own. He brought

my hand to his face, examining the lines of my fingers and palm.

"You are powerful," he mused.

I could feel a blush creeping up my neck to my cheeks. Slowly, now that we were satiated, our

bodies feel into a sort of calm. My fingers absentmindedly outlined every curve of his chest and

then his abs.

Naël sighed.

"I do not wish to hide this anymore," he exclaims.

"Neither do I, but this is not exactly-"

"What your people call 'normal'?"

"Well," I reply, amused, "would your kind call this normal?"

Naël shook his head.

"And would they approve?" I asked quietly.

He didn't answer, but only looked at me with steely eyes.

"I think we need to consider what happens when this is over," I mumble feebly.

"If we succeed," he adds.

"Yes, if we succeed".

We fall silent for what felt like a lifetime. Finally, leaving over me, Naël spoke once more.

.

"I cannot part from you. I need to be with you. Connected like this."

The words fluttered in my chest, surrounded my heart with complete bliss, but inevitably reality

was already eating away at the feeling.

"We may not have a choice," I say, shaking my head.

"We will make our own choice".

He leaned over kissed my forehead.

"Juwes tu oljai," he whispered,

"You are all to me."

When he laid back again, I put my head on his chest, listening to his powerful, steady heartbeat

in a kind of lull.

"I love you," I whisper back to him.