Chapter 3

Synopsis: Lex and Scar have their wounds treated. Lex comes to terms with being on an alien spacecraft leaving Earth. Scar teaches Lex about Yautja culture. The two get to spend time getting to know each other for the first time.

Heads up: somewhat smutty. Will get smutty in future as well.

Help her first, that was what Scar had barked to his shipmates before passing out. Lex was still conscious, agonizingly holding back her screams. Blood pulsed out of her side and with each heartbeat she could feel herself mentally slipping. The several Yautja looked puzzled, some picking Scar up to an operating table while others began to work on her.

"He's bleeding out, you need to help him," she murmured, her voice growing weak until unconsciousness enveloped her.

xxx

Time ceased to exist. Nothing felt real except for the acute throbbing of the multiple gunshot wounds Scar had endured. His eyelids felt like they were made of lead and pain racked his body. The black nothingness he'd been trapped in slowly faded. He was bandaged heavily in the med bay, beeping from machines surrounding him. A Yautja entered upon his waking, carefully poking and prodding the wounded warrior. He injected Scar with something and the pain began to ebb. Scar grabbed the Yautja's arm desperately.

The ooman, is she alright? he asked him in their strange alien tongue.

She is. The Yautja motioned to the woman sleeping in a chair beside him. Scar tried to sit up, but his body shook and gave out from under him. He felt helpless again as he had a year ago. The Yautja gently pressed him back onto the medical bed, then prodded Lex awake. Tears filled her eyes when hers met his. The other Yautja left them alone.

"Scar…" she cried. Scar clicked affectionately and she limped over to him. Lex walked feebly, her side still healing and her body in significant pain. Yautja technology did wonders, and she was doing much better than if she had been treated on Earth, but it had still only been a week. She sat gingerly at his bedside as he struggled to sit upwards.

"You don't have to get up, just rest," she murmured. His eyes glanced frantically over her body, his hand gently resting atop the bandages on her abdomen. He clicked urgently and unintelligibly at her, but Lex knew what he was asking.

"I'm okay. The bullet missed everything important. It hurts, but I'll be okay," she replied. He took a deep inhale and seemed to relax, falling back slightly onto the bed. "Let's worry about you first. You nearly died… again. You need to stop finding me if this is going to happen every time I see you," she chuckled lightly. He shook his head.

"Mask," he croaked. Lex grabbed it and he immediately turned on the translator. Now that there was sufficient power, he used the translator liberally.

"How long has it been?"

"A week, I think. It's hard to tell."

"Have you been treated well?" he asked. Lex was initially terrified by the strange Yautja nurses gawking at her when she first awoke, but luckily they too had translators. She relayed needs for food, some basic clothing and hygiene, and they had done their best to ensure she was comfortable. Some of them made comments in their language that were surely derogatory, but she acted as polite as possible regardless. She spent all her time in the room with Scar waiting for him to wake.

"Yes, they've treated me well."

"Good. I am sorry. I know you did not want to come with me, but death was certain and I saw no other viable option," he said.

"You saved my life, there's no need to be sorry. It was either stay and be killed or be here. I'm grateful. Weyland will probably think I'm dead or long gone, and I'll be able to start a new life when we go back to Earth. But for now," she placed her hand in his and continued, "You get better." Scar nodded slightly.

"It will take some time to get back," he informed her.

"It's alright. I can be patient. Enough about me though. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," Scar replied. He toyed gently with her hand in his. She knew he was far from feeling okay and was probably in an immense amount of pain, but she played along.

"This was not typical human ammunition. This was different. It went through my armor, and caused bigger wounds," he exhaled, looking over his many bandages.

"I'm so sorry, Scar. If I had known Yutani had gotten the signal in addition to Weyland, I would have been more insistent on leaving. I didn't know they had developed anything against Yautja armor either. I'm just… sorry," she murmured.

"You are not to blame. Enough talking about it… I want to enjoy looking forward to being with you. I'm eager to show you things when we land."

"I'm nervous," she murmured.

"Why?" he asked.

"Maybe they won't like me, or will try to kill me. I don't know," she said softly. Once again he gently reached towards her mark and touched it softly. He shook his head in the negative.

"How long until we make it to your planet?"

"Few days," he replied. Lex nodded.

"I'm excited too, though. Don't think I'm not looking forward to being the first human on Yautja Prime. I definitely want the grand tour and to stay awhile," she replied. Scar perked up immediately. "What will we do? And how do I make sure your kind like me?"

"When I can, we will train on the ship. We can hunt, I will show you everything. That mark means you are an equal. You will be treated as an equal," he said flatly. His tone did not convince Lex that she would be welcome by any means.

"If they don't and someone decides to hunt me?" she asked anxiously.

"They won't. I'd kill them," he growled. Well, that settles that, she thought. Lex had to admit to herself that she did feel safe around Scar. The suspicious stares of his shipmates made her uneasy while Scar was unconscious, but now that he was awake she felt secure that no harm would come to her.

"You sound like an overprotective boyfriend," she teased him. Scar cocked his head, puzzled.

"That human said that word, 'boyfriend'. What does it mean?" he asked. Lex's face broke out in a smile, and she even blushed slightly.

"It's… well… I really don't know how to explain it because I don't know how things work for Yautja when you uh… want to reproduce," Lex laughed awkwardly. Scar was intently still like a statue listening to her, and it made her feel even more uncomfortable. She continued, "But when you're more than friends, you have either a boyfriend or girlfriend. It's like you and I, we're friends, but if we both liked each other and wanted to be together… in that way… do you know what I'm trying to say?" Lex felt her cheeks fully flushing in embarrassment explaining romance at a middle school level to an intergalactic killing machine.

"So it is a mate?"

"Sort of. You do usually, uh, mate… but humans will get married when they want a mate for the rest of their lives. A boyfriend is like a step before that."

"Married?"

"It's a ceremony to make it official and permanent. Usually permanent," she added.

"Hm," Scar hummed, processing the information. It seemed strange and foreign to him, redundant even. Secretly, he felt a small sense of victory that the male human had referred to him as such. "So that male thought we were mates?"

"It was a rude joke."

"And he was upset because he wanted to be your mate?"

"Um… yes, I guess so," Lex sighed.

"But you did not want to be his mate," he continued.

"Definitely not."

"Do... you have a mate?" he asked softly. Lex blushed; she did not anticipate an alien asking so intently on her love life. He seemed slightly anxious, agitated even, like he was hunting something. She shook her head. Scar seemed to relax and clicked something short.

"How does it work for you?" she asked, changing the subject.

"After becoming marked, you are an adult and eligible to mate. Females will select you and you will sire their offspring," he explained. This caught Lex off guard.

"Do you have children then?" she asked. Scar shook his head.

"No," he said in his own voice.

"Why not? Do you not want them?" she questioned. Scar grumbled something unintelligible and seemed to shift sulkily in the bed. Okay, time to change the subject, Lex thought. It also caught her attention that when they'd first met, he was still an adolescent.

"How old are you? Yautja go on their first hunt when they're young, so you're not very old then right? Nineteen? In human years I mean," Lex asked.

"Human years are the same for us. I am one hundred and sixty three years old," he said. Lex's eyes widened.

"How long do Yautja live for?"

"A thousand years, sometimes more" he replied. Lex looked surprised, and Scar cocked his head suspiciously. "Why? How long do humans live?"

"A hundred, if you're lucky. I'm already thirty-three," she replied. Lex could see his shoulders visibly droop.

"I… don't like that," he exhaled. Lex smiled and put her hand in his.

"Don't worry. I won't go anywhere for forty years or so, maybe longer," she laughed. "I bet living to a thousand would be really neat. I'm jealous of you… I think. I don't know what I'd do with all that time."

"Hunt. With me," Scar rasped in his own voice. Lex's heart skipped a beat and she smiled. Maybe I will go on a hunt when we land, she thought to herself.

"What does a thirty-three year old Yautja look like?"

"I'll show you when we land. They are small. You are an infant."

"If you were a human who just became an adult, I'd be twice your age. I'm basically older than you," she teased him. Scar clicked in a way she now recognized as his laugh. They talked for several hours about their respective species and customs, and Lex learned a significant amount of information about the Yautja. At some point towards the evening, the other Yautja entered to clean Scar's wounds and change the bandaging. Scar tried not to snarl in pain.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked him. Scar shook his head.

"Stay," he gritted. A few minutes passed of excruciating pain marred by much flinching before the older Yautja grew frustrated. He grabbed a syringe nearby and injected Scar, who quickly became at ease. The process took quite awhile, with Scar being half-asleep the entire time.

"Thank you," Lex said to the older Yautja as he left. He only nodded in reply. When he left, she turned her attention back to Scar. His breathing was deep and labored. He looked at her through half-open eyes.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him.

"Tired," he drawled.

"Sleep then. You need it."

"No," he murmured sleepily. "Want to talk… to Lex," he whispered between a yawn. His eyes closed more. Lex smiled.

"I like talking to you too, but your body needs rest. Don't try to fight anymore, I'll be right here," she replied soothingly. He exhaled, finally letting sleep wash over him.

xxx

The next day Scar could walk somewhat, although he limped heavily. The bullet to the back of his leg was particularly hindersome to any movement, but Lex realized Yautja healed significantly better than humans did.

"Steady?" she asked as he stood for the first time since being shot. His muscles shook slightly from the pain until he fully put his weight on both feet. The Yautja in charge of his care tried to assist him, but Scar declined. He limped towards the door and beckoned Lex to follow. She hadn't explored any of the ship while he was recovering, mostly out of fear. Lex did not realize the enormity of the spacecraft.

"Come. I want to show you something," he said in his own voice. They had practiced a lot of English in the days Scar had been immobile. Lex had tried to learn some Yautian to no avail, which greatly amused Scar as he watched her click unintelligibly. The predator led Lex down a hallway that reached a large room, mostly empty save for a few curious eyes watching them. What really caught her attention was a sort of window, outside a black void speckled with stars and nebulas that had no names.

"It's… beautiful," she murmured, placing her hand on the glass. Behind his mask Scar smiled.

"This is where we eat. Come, I want to show you something," he said again. He was proud to have learned that phrase and used it liberally. He next showed her a much smaller area that she immediately knew was his room. It had a bed in the center with little other furnishings save for a plethora of trophies on the walls of unknown species: furs, skulls, claws, and the like adorned the room. Scar was excited to show this to her. Lex breathed in, gently touching the teeth of some strange skull that hung on the wall.

"You killed all of these?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Impressive," Lex murmured. Scar preened beneath his clothing. He had changed into more casual attire, but kept his mask on in the event of needing to use the translator.

"You sleep here now. More nice."

"More comfortable," she corrected.

"More comfortable," he repeated gratefully.

"Where are you going to sleep?" Lex wondered.

"Back," he replied. Lex shook her head.

"No, Scar. You need to sleep somewhere comfortable, not me. Your wounds are much worse than mine. The bed is plenty large enough, so we can share. Or I can take the hospital bed or the floor. My wounds aren't as bad."

"Don't want you alone except here."

"I'll be fine," she murmured, gently pointing to the mark on her cheek. Scar sighed and clicked on the translator.

"I trust you, but I do not trust that everyone onboard will be accepting of a human on board. I think it's best that you stay somewhere secure, or you stay by me if you are to roam about the ship. When we can train, I will be more comfortable," he explained. It was the first time he had expressed any doubts as to her prowess as a warrior. That being said, he was right. Yautja were highly intelligent, and made a point to hunt humans for sport. It was much different than fighting a xenomorph.

"I'm not sure I would be any match for your species even with training," she replied gently. "You're three times my size and ten times stronger than I could ever be."

"Don't say that."

"It's true. I'm not trying to be self-depreciating, but biology has me at a disadvantage is all. I'm flattered you think I'm ferocious though," Lex argued gently. Scar put his hands on her shoulders, his mask lowered to her face.

"Being small is your advantage. Yautja are agile, but we are much larger. In hand-to-hand combat you will have the upper hand if you can evade getting pinned. I will teach you to fight all species. Yautja should not challenge you, but if they do, you must be prepared. Until then I want you to stay here or stay with me so I can defend you if needed." He was, if nothing else, a gentleman.

"Then stay with me, please. You need to rest somewhere comfortably. Also, if I do need to leave and you're in the medical bay, I'm going to have to leave anyway to come find you. We should stay together," she replied. Scar thought about her point for a few moments before agreeing reluctantly.

"Okay," he sighed. She figured they could argue later about who was to take the floor vs. the bed. Her stomach growled, interrupting their conversation.

"Hungry?" Scar asked. Lex nodded. Usually the other Yautja caring for their wounds would bring her some meat-based soup like food, but she had not eaten since Scar had awoken. Scar led her back to the room with the window and they sat at one of the structures that loosely resembled a table. He motioned for her to wait and returned a few minutes later with a plate piled high with much more foreign looking food. Most of it was some type of meat, most of it raw, along with some slightly effervescent beverage for the two of them.

"Scar… Please don't be offended, but this meat isn't… human, is it?" she asked anxiously. Scar shook his head and clicked in the way Lex recognized as a laugh.

"Ooman taste bad," he replied. A horrified look fell over Lex's face, and Scar felt slightly uncomfortable for the first time. She had not been repulsed or scared of him before, even as he removed his mask for the first time and snarled with his mandibles flared. He realized what she was thinking and quickly turned on his translator to do damage control.

"I've never eaten a human, if that was what you were thinking. It's known that humans taste bad and Yautja do not eat them unless absolutely necessary. Only hunted for sport," he explained. Lex nodded, feeling slightly more relieved.

"Well, I'm glad we're just fun to kill and not delicious as well," she replied despondently. A long silence passed between them. This was bound to happen, Scar had figured. The uncomfortable reality was that his species killed hers merely for trophies on walls, glory, and sport. He took off his mask. Scar reached for her hand and his fingertips gently touched hers.

"I do not like hunting oomans," he struggled to say in his own voice. "I like oomans… I like Lex," he added.

"But you hunted us on Bouvet Island," she pointed out. Scar looked uncomfortably down at the table.

"Only once. No again. Was before Lex," he murmured. It was true that that was the first time he had come into contact with humans in his entire life; he hadn't known anything about them outside of what he'd been told all his life. More than that, he had not expected to become enamored with one, which greatly biased his opinion on the smaller, less powerful species. He went from being poised to kill her, to curious when she commanded him to wait, and completely besotted when she had killed the xenomorph. She didn't know that though. Lex finally eased.

"Never again," she corrected gently, her fingertips touching his back.

"Never again," he repeated. Lex smiled and took her cup of the mysterious fizzy liquid and raised it above the table to him. He cocked his head slightly, not understanding what she was doing, but grabbed his as well and raised it to match her actions. A few Yautja eating nearby watched suspiciously at the alien prey species aboard their ship casually touching their comrade and performing strange gestures.

"Cheers to that," Lex said. Scar wasn't really sure what 'cheers' meant, but he understood enough that Lex was no longer upset, and that pleased him. She took a sip of the drink. He followed suit and tossed back the cup. Lex immediately knew this was alcohol, and it was reasonably strong.

"I'm a lot smaller than you, I don't think I can finish that without being drunk," she chuckled. Scar motioned for her to wait and left, shortly returning again with a cup of plain water. Lex thanked him. She did occasionally sip on the beer-like drink.

"What is this called? It tastes good."

"C'ntlip," he replied.

"Quin…Cin…talip," Lex struggled to repeat. Scar laughed and his mandibles raised, and Lex knew he was smiling at her. She rolled her eyes playfully.

"I'm going to be fluent someday. Just wait," she teased. His eyes glittered at her and he looked proud.

"And you drink this all the time?" she asked. He nodded.

"How much do you have to drink to be drunk?" Lex asked. Scar also didn't really know what the word 'drunk' meant, but he figured it correlated to the equivalent of what they called it in Yautian.

"Lots," he replied. She was curious what Scar looked like drunk, but she figured she would not see it today. He beckoned her to try what he had plated. Lex curiously began taking bites of the different meats and sides. Some of it was surprisingly delicious, while some of it made her face contort in disgust, much to Scar's amusement. She washed it down with more c'ntlip until she was full.

Her Yautja companion attentively watched her as she ate. Unfortunately, he was not the only one. A tall, darker skinned Yautja approached them, standing ominously at the end of the table. Lex felt the shift in the room as the older Yautja and Scar began speaking, clicking and growling coldly to one another. The dark Yautja gestured angrily in Lex's direction, and a deep snarl rose in Scar's throat.

Ah, this is definitely about me, she thought uncomfortably. Suddenly Scar stood up, his chair screeching slightly and startling everyone around them, including Lex. The hall was filled with snarls from both of them now before another Yautja interrupted them both, clearly trying to pull the dark Yautja away. Lex was sure they were about to fight when finally the aggressor turned to leave, spitting some final insults and glaring hatefully at Lex as he stalked off. Scar's body was rigid and still, but she noticed his body shaking slightly with rage.

"Scar?" she murmured as she gently touched his arm. His head snapped from his opponent to her, a light snarl in the back of his throat startling her. He sighed angrily and sat back down. Scar hastily drank the remainder of her drink and put on the mask to use the translator.

"That is A'aksahl. He is insolent and does not show proper respect to you. He is required to, by our law. You killed the hard meat queen, something he is too weak to ever do. He is envious that a female ooman is superior to him." Even though the translator's voice was always the same tone, she knew Scar was seething as it was paired with a low, rumbling growling behind the mask.

"What did he say?" she asked. Scar scoffed and shook his head. Clearly he did not want to repeat it, and whatever it was it upset him greatly.

"Who was the other one?"

"M'ollo, his brother. He is respectful to you," Scar said approvingly. Lex thought it would be nice to change the subject.

"Hey, Scar. I realize the chances of your name actually being Scar are astronomically low. What is your real name?" she asked. Scar was still visibly irritated, but he softened when she spoke to him.

"I like Scar now," he replied. Lex smiled.

"You just think I can't pronounce it is all," she teased. He laughed slightly, his rage slowly dissipating.

"Pronounce the other two we just met," he shot back.

"You know what, you're right. I'm not even going to try to pronounce any of that" Lex said. Scar smiled and removed his mask.

"Come, I want to show you something."

xxx

Scar walked to another room that was completely empty, with a variety of weaponry on the walls. It reminded her of a Japanese dojo. Scar continued to the wall, taking down two combisticks that appeared to be made of wood. He handed her one and turned on his translator.

"When we are healed we will fully train, but today I will teach you to hold a combistick," he said. Scar extended the length of the weapon, and Lex mimicked him. She could feel his eyes boring into her even from behind the mask. The predator stalked around her, Lex positioning herself in a striking pose. He held his hand up to motion her to pause before coming up from behind her.

"Hold it like this," he said, gently moving her hand position over the weapon. His chest was pressed against her back as he moved her arms into a striking position, his face almost resting on her shoulder. His arms were four times the girth of hers and densely composed of muscle like corded steel. She felt incredibly small against him.

"Good. Now," he said before taking off his mask. Scar carefully fitted it to her face the best he could, despite his being twice her size. The mask felt heavy and hung more than an inch off of her face in each direction, but he fastened it so it did not fall. He then put his wrist gauntlet on her, motioning for her not to touch anything. Scar pressed a button and Lex noticed the vision change in the mask to thermal.

"Humans. Yautja," he said. Scar then hit another button and it changed into a different way of seeing Lex didn't recognize.

"Hard meat," he said. Another button pressed.

"Speak," he said. Lex tried to say 'what do you want me to say', but she realized the only noise emitting from the mast was a series of clicks that she instantly recognized as fluent Yautian. Scar clicked back before hitting it again, turning the translator on to her normal voice.

"Well, I guess it doesn't do me any good if I can't understand what you're saying," she said. He was thoroughly enjoying letting her use his mask. Lastly, Scar then walked Lex over to a mirror and pressed the button next to the previous one. Lex watched in awe as she disappeared. Scar reached for her to change the setting once again, but when he did so was no longer standing before him. He reached aimlessly around for her to no avail.

"Lex?" he called out. Suddenly he felt a light smack on the top of his head. He growled and instantly grabbed for her to no avail, swinging his arms aimlessly and landing on nothing. He heard Lex laugh and she poked him in his side with the combistick, well away from his wounds. He snarled and whirled in the opposite direction. Lex decloaked herself and proudly smiled from ear to ear.

"I would have got you," she giggled.

"Not allowed," he growled. Scar grabbed his combistick and roared at her. Lex positioned herself in the way Scar had shown her and lunged for him. He quickly parried her blow and landed his own, although it did not hurt. He was being extremely cautious as to not overexert himself or hurt Lex while they both were still healing. Nonetheless Lex was getting frustrated, their blows becoming slightly more aggressive as she tried to outdo him unsuccessfully. Several hours passed as the sparring grew as intense as their stitched bodies would allow.

"Fuck it," Lex hissed before she cloaked herself. Scar laughed.

"Bad loser," he teased.

"I just don't want you to see my approach. You already know what I'm going to do from a mile away," she replied. Scar listened carefully as her footsteps approached before Lex turned the cloaking device back on before her strike. The predator tripped her immediately and she fell hard on the floor.

"Ow," Lex cried. Scar immediately dropped his combistick and reached for her worriedly.

"Lex?" he asked.

"I'm fine, just…" she rolled playfully and smacked the predator with her combistick. He let out a surprised growl before she cloaked herself, rolled under his legs and hit him again on his backside. This time he caught her when he reached for her, his giant clawed hand clamping hard onto her painfully. She yelped this time, genuinely frightened, but he only growled angrily in response. He's actually mad, she thought, and Lex was swiftly reminded of Scar's power. He quickly felt for the gauntlet before hitting the decloaking button. Lex became visible to him again.

"Never do that again," he hissed in his own tongue. Scar took his mask back and turned on his translator.

"Tomorrow I will teach you our honor code. You must show yourself before making the kill. You are blooded and this kind of fighting is not permissible if you are going to hunt. You will be labeled a Bad Blood and killed if you fight deceptively," he chastised her. Lex's attempt at a playful win turned to shame and she suddenly felt embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know" she murmured. She had a lot to learn about Yautja culture.

"It's okay. We did too much and should rest now," he replied. Lex agreed and they quickly made their way back to his room. Scar plopped tiredly onto the large bed. His body was still weakened greatly by his injuries, and this was quite a lot of exertion for the day. Lex sat upright next to him on the end of the bed, her elbow propping her up to look at him.

"Tired?" she asked him. He shook his head side to side, but Lex knew better.

"I'm exhausted. My hair is a mess, too," she chuckled. The predator turned to look at her. Hesitantly he reached a clawed hand out towards her face, only this time he did not touch the mark he'd given her, but instead ran his claws through her hair. It caught Lex off guard. She didn't know why, but she quietly allowed him to explore her.

"Is it bad?" she asked. He shook his head to say no, lazily running his claws back and forth through her hair. He liked that it was different, and unlike the fleshy dreadlocks of the Yautja, it was incredibly soft. Lex sat up slightly, Scar pausing to see what she'd do next. Lex shocked herself when she slowly and curiously reached her own hand out towards his hair- if she could call it that. Scar's eyes watched her warily. He let out a deep breathy exhale as he realized what she was doing. When her hand made contact, he loudly half-purred, half-snarled which startled her.

"Is this okay?" she asked, withdrawing her hand. Scar nodded, sat upright, and in an almost feline way rubbed his forehead against hers. This feels really good to him, she thought to herself. She gently touched the dreadlocks again and was surprised to find that they were flesh-like. Scar purred, that tiger-like sound vibrating through his chest and into the mattress. His claws dug slightly into the fabric.

Of course she didn't know that what she was doing was incredibly intimate, but Scar was agonizingly aroused. His purring grew increasingly louder, his entire body tense and coiled until his muscles trembled. He thought if she continued he wouldn't be able to control himself, that he'd take her right there and make her his mate. Lex knew that whatever she was doing to him was incredibly sensitive. She thought she should stop, she knew whatever she was doing was not something his kind would usually allow. However something was arousing to her as well that Scar was allowing her to, and she was curious what would happen if she took it to its end.

Finally, when Scar could tolerate no more, he snatched her hand from his dreadlocks with a quick growl. Lex jumped. He was breathing hard and quickly, a thin sheen of sweat glistened over his trembling body. The room grew deathly silent except for the pounding of his heart, which she could hear clearly through his chest. Scar's eyes were hooded and glowing, boring into her with some desperate urgency. He was seconds away from losing all composure, devastatingly close to professing his fixation on her right there. He was, by all human standards, uglier than sin, but something about him in this moment made Lex's pulse quicken deep in her core. Her awed eyes met his and she realized for the first time that he wanted her badly, and maybe she wanted him too. Or maybe it was just at this moment? She didn't know, and she hadn't had a chance to consider it. He let out a choked, almost pained growl.

"I'm… Sorry," she murmured, pulling her hand away. Scar clicked shakily and shook his head. Lex giggled uncomfortably and an awkward silence filled the room.

"I, um, wished my hair felt like that," she chuckled. Scar groaned and playfully squeezed her small head in his hand before standing up and shuffling to the bathroom. I need to get away from this ooman, or I'm going to bury myself into her and never stop, he thought to himself. Scar entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, closing the door and not waiting for the water to become warm. The cold water stung, but did not dampen his rock hard erection or his pounding heart.

Frustratedly he grasped his cock and pumped vigorously into his hand to the thought of the little brown-skinned human in the next door room like a horny teenager. Her fingers in his dreadlocks drove him mad, and every inch of his body screamed for her. Scar prided himself on being the strong, silent type with perfect self control. Lex ruined all of that. He wanted to know what she looked like underneath her clothing, he wanted to know what she felt like, what she tasted like, what she'd sound like when he'd-

It barely took him anytime at all to finish and he leaned against the wall, panting heavily and as quietly as possible. He was not fully satisfied but it would have to suffice. His heart rate slowed to a tolerable level and he turned the water off. Scar put on his sleeping clothes, nothing more than short pants, and returned almost sheepishly to the bed. Lex was pretending to sleep. Scar could sense that she was indeed not asleep, but he didn't want to further anything more from what just occurred. Instead he gently climbed into the bed beside her. He looked towards Lex, gently ran his clawed hand through her hair one more time, and turned to sleep.

He was hopelessly in love with the only prey he could not take.