Ava & Hakea

Part 1

Ava stared at the yautja before her as he plowed through his sandwich, the alien destroying it with ease. It was interesting watching his tusks work in tandem with his fangs. The Big Mac never had a chance.

The fact that he was even here was astonishing. He was much bigger than he had seen on the docks. It was even stranger to see one of his kind eating human food, and Maccas of all things! He was one strange bloke!

Yautja always wore their traditional clothing. Seeing one wear joggers and a hoodie was something else! His black hoodie zipped up the front and exposed a sliver of a shirt hidden beneath that was also black in color. He wore his locs down, his spiked crest emphasizing how long they fell down his chest midway.

"Isn't staring rude in your culture?" He asked, licking some sauce off of his tusks. His yellow eyes bore into her brown with light amusement.

His words shocked Ava out of her thoughts. She winced, clearing her throat and taking a long sip of her drink.

"Yeah...sorry, mate. I just never see your people wear human clothes." She pushed her drink aside to lean forward as he popped a yautja straw into his drink and dropped the human one into his tray.

Yautja straws looked like human ones,  except for the end forming into a crescent shape so they could bite down on it and drink since they lacked lips. They were also made of metal so the yautja wouldn't tear them up with their sharp inner fangs. Ava was endlessly fascinated watching him eat since it was rare to see them do so in public. There were rumors that they were messy eaters. So far, it didn't seem quite so. He was a well-mannered alien man.

It was funny how he had to squish himself into the tiny human-sized booth, though.

Hakea smirked, one of his upper mandibles lifting. "Your ooman clothing is comfortable, albeit impractical. Also, I'd rather not deal with the cold temperatures. We yautja don't like it very much."

"I'm not a fan of the cold, myself," Ava muttered, huddling in her jumper. "I much prefer the warm winter."

The big male chuckled, finally finishing his sandwich before sitting back and eyeing her curiously. She noticed for the first time that he had a bit of a paunch, no doubt due to his apparent fondness of Maccas. A part of her was keen to see what he hid under there.

Curiosity had gotten her this far, and she didn't want to fuck up.

Hakea had a creamy tan hide with a lot of black and brown mottling. It formed somewhat of a V-shape following the curve of his sloped-back head. His fingers were especially dark as that mottling trailed to his black claws.

"My assumptions were right about you," Hakea smirked, his eyes darkening with amusement. His mandibles fluttered as he tried to smell her scent.

Luckily for her, she had done well in keeping away any sexual thoughts that'd give her away. Yautja could scent hormones and lust. Ava would rather die than have him sniff her out. It was apparent she had been checking him out on the dock, but to end up here sitting across from him was bloody exciting! She was like a kid with a lollie!

"And what are those?" Ava asked with nervousness in her voice.

"You have more than a curiosity, Ava. I can scent it on you."

Ava's cheeks burned hot as he leaned on the table to speak to her softly. Those stray thoughts meandered through her mind, and she wanted to die on the spot as Hakea's smirk grew wider. He chuckled again, taking another long sip from his drink.

Much to her embarrassment, he continued, "It is not uncommon for such couplings to happen. You oomans love to flirt with danger. I wonder what it is for you, specifically?" He cocked his head to the side with a smug glint in his yellow eyes. "Is it the size difference or perhaps the claws?" He tapped his talons on the table to emphasize his point.

Right on cue, she could feel her stomach knot itself in a good way. She squirmed in her seat, adjusting her jumper to make it less obvious, but he saw right through her.

"A variety of things," Ava confirmed, making it a point not to stare at his claws as he tapped them in a cadence closer to her own hands.

She pointedly looked around the restaurant, worried others were staring. Luckily, others were too busy with their own meals to pay them any mind. It helped ease her mind just a touch.

Hakea chittered softly, "So you have a danger kink. And maybe you want to see how we measure up to your males? I assure you that you will not be disappointed." The yautja purred, making her stomach twist more.

"Definitely that, too," He added with a chuckle, observing how his purr made her body warm again.

The guy had her all figured out! Of course, there was nothing you could hide from a yautja, but at least she tried!

"I...yeah," she huffed with a pout. She leaned forward again to be closer to him.

They were quiet for a few long seconds; Hakea continued to sus Ava out while she tried to focus on finishing her drink. Embarrassment held her in its grip, and she began to wonder if he was mocking her. If so, then she'd happily leave and move on to save the frustration. She genuinely wanted to connect with the guy, and hopefully more than just a casual fuck.

Human guys had never worked out, and she wanted to try it out with a yautja. Despite their different facial anatomy, she did find them rather handsome.

Hakea broke her thoughts again with an almost inaudible purr. She dragged her eyes up to see he had moved closer, so close that his breath puffed in her face. His locs fell to the table, with some of them laying haphazardly like thick, black noodles. Their closeness reignited that deep longing for something more with someone. She had Charlotte, but Charlotte was more of a sister than a romantic partner.

Plus, Ava wasn't into women. She was extremely hetero.

"Look, all you have to do is ask. I believe I got a few things wrong about you. Are you available this weekend?" The male cocked his head to the side in question.

Ava's brain stuttered for a second before she answered, "Yeah," She cleared her throat again and nodded. "I have no plans."

Hakea gave her a genuine smile. Her heart stuttered in her chest, seeing the light reach his eyes.

"Good,"

As they were leaving to go their separate ways, Ava asked, "Hakea...what was it my mate and I handed over? Charlotte swears it was drugs." She snorted light-heartedly.

He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and shrugged nonchalantly. His eyes roamed around before he met her eyes. Something passed in his eyes, and she wondered if she really had done something criminal.

Was she getting herself involved with a criminal?

"I'll show you some other time. My employer is a private individual." He stated, sounding intentionally vague and aloof. The alien man slipped her a piece of paper with an address on it. "Meet me at my place?"

Ava peered down at the address, her mind already trying to work out the location without GPS.

"Count me in," she smiled shyly.

Hakea smirked, "Until next time, Ava."

Her name rolled off his tongue with an exotic flavor that sent a pleasant tingle through her body. She watched as he made his way to a large vehicle, and soon, he was being driven away. When he was long out of her sight, she shook herself back to her senses and headed to her own car, the beat-up old thing fortunately still running. It wasn't much, but it got her where she needed to go.

On the drive over to Charlotte's to tell her everything, she wondered again if she was getting in over her head.