Boundless

Trigger Warning

Ah'kaedh was alone in his furs when the soft swoosh of his quarter's door woke him up - that in stepped his brother.

The Enforcer reached with his only hand, blindingly feeling for his Lunatic around the bed, already unhappy for not having her close. It didn't take more than five seconds for him to sit up, alert at once, looking around for the Girl.

Lar'jar, like any other Yautja, knew at once what had come to pass in that room during the night hours, once the door opened. The smell was undeniable.

"I will be waiting for you two in the med-bay. She needs her medication", and walked outside, before his brother had time to even answer.

(The morning started stressful: first he had no idea where the fuck his Girl were. Now he would need to take her out of the room for her shots).

Ah'kaedh stepped inside the bathroom to find Lance sitting on the floor under the stream of water.

"Good morning", she smiled, waving at him.

His mood improved immediately, which conversely also irritated the Hunter, since... how could such a tiny thing yield such power over him?

He didn't speak a single word, just joined her in silence. Why would she not wait for him anyway?

"I couldn't muster the courage to wake you... but I needed a shower", she tried to excuse her presence in the bathroom once she sensed his sour mood.

Lance couldn't know, but Yautjas would wear the scent of sex with pride. He was surely stoked for being marked by her arousal all over his face and body.

So, yeah, the Enforcer was trying to come up with a reason for her need to bathe. Without him. First thing in the morning.

"Needed a shower?" He echoed.

"Are you ok?", she asked, standing slowly. Now his annoyance was more than obvious. He had been towering by her side, while she happily sat on the ground.

Ah'kaedh didn't answer, but he offered his hand to help her.

"Are you mad with me?", she sounded uncertain. Not about his mood, but what the hell she had done to sour it.

What would he answer? That it was not nice to wake alone after having sex with her for the first time. Being lovesick (and he was not lovesick, definitely!) sure had its limits.

The Girl was looking at him with those big eyes, trying to decide what the hell she was going to do with him. Decades ago, she had recognized the signs of his adoration. Right now she could see how unhappy he was... with something. If she knew a mere bath would have him riled up, she would have gone back to bed after peeing.

"Why could you not wait?"

"Hey...", she stepped into his personal space, all wet, embracing him by the waist because he was frankly too tall for her to throw her arms around his neck when he was not curving for her. "I was sticky and I needed to think. Showers kinda help with both".

"What were you thinking about?"

"Mostly that I have no idea what's going to happen, or how things are supposed to work."

Enlisting one day after your 18th birthday, and joining the Black Ops not long after made Lance's date life non-existent. Certainly her teen experiences could not be applied for interspecies relationships.

That is, if a relationship was even what he wanted.

(And she was not even factoring her duties in the equation. Climaxing hard enough to leave you a weeping mess was the best way to scramble one's brain).