Two Hearts

Chapter 6 - This is War

A/N: Attempted Sexual Assault. Doesn't go into detail but it's implied. Stay safe out there.

Living with Bhehre was a definite upgrade. She no longer had a tiny broom closet of a home, but instead a room that was easily three times the size of it entirely with shared living space and kitchen. The bathroom was shared with Bhehre, also, but she found that as a bonus.

There had been many attempts by her to "accidentally" have him catch her in the nude while showering. Bhehre, however, was quite the gentleman, as always.

He was very respectful of giving Emily her own space and constantly asking permission to touch her, make her a meal, or to hold her on the couch, her small body tucked against his large one. Having him willingly explore her body was exciting, his hands never drawing near her most intimate area — merely teasing with their closeness. His hands could easily wrap around her entire thigh so he was extremely careful when touching her.

Very few words were spoken as they simply enjoyed one another's presence. With the days blending together, Emily slowly found her thoughts slowly growing to be completely occupied by Bhehre.

Just thinking about the Yautja brought a smile to her face.

During the day, when serving the customers, she could feel his eyes upon her. As a result she would exaggerate the sway of her hips and, even a few times, let her hair fall free down her back in loose waves. Such was one of those days that he cornered her in the kitchen of their shared living space.

His body heat surrounded her in a wall of flesh as he came up behind her. Those long locs of his fell over her shoulders, the tendrils slightly warm against her skin, when he bent over her, his fingers delicately playing with her long blonde hair. A gentle purr rumbled in his chest as he toyed with the wavy strands. She could feel the blunts of his claws against her scalp while he explored.

"Pyode." Bhehre whispered in her ear, one of his hands roaming down to her front to press him against his chest.

This was one of many times Emily had felt a heat start to spread through her body. Feeling him against her so close filled her with the carnal desire to have him skin to skin sharing his body with her. She wanted to look into his eyes while he filled her with his cock, taking her to heights she'd never known.

Emily wanted Bhehre physically and mentally as hers.

Need to keep and hers to...love.

She didn't know when, but over the past few weeks having been constantly close to Bhehre, she had fallen hard for him. He was the male she wanted. The one she could truly be happy with. No other had made her feel the way he did.

She was madly in love with Bhehre.

The threat of G'keta was still at bay and that was enough to keep her cautious. He could destroy everything.

Thankfully he hadn't shown his face in the weeks since she had last seen him. Seeing his face again was something she wished would never happen. Too bad that was a false hope she had told herself. The Yautja wanted her.

"You will be mine, Emily."

Being so close to Bhehre physically helped to assure her of her safety. The portly retiree was a gift from Paya herself and she thanked the gods everyday for the crossing of their paths. She was thankful that he was the one who had given her a chance.

A chance to prove she could work just as hard as any Yautja.

Memories of her former Clan Leader refusing to allow her training by Bhall-Nahta bloomed occasionally, reminding her of how the wheel had turned against her favor. To the Yautja, it was obvious she was a grown adult and as such didn't — wasn't permitted — to train as a hunter to become an adult their way. They were an ancient species and as such, it had been decided that she would only bear the mark of a human that was accepted into their kind. It was a simple scar in the shape of a spiral on her shoulder and her identity data had her status labeled as "Honorary Yautja" for all to see.