Boundless

Wounded Darkness

A tight pile of nerves walked through the jungle; the monstrous flora would have fascinated Lance, if not by the fact that felt utterly exposed. The agent felt like a garden gnome, walking into a death-trap. No weapons, no armor, not even freaking clothes!

A net covered her body, loin cloth around the waist (following Aliens' fashion choices), hair braided and tied (death by hair incident was not in her plans), meaning her tits were on display.

The only human garment she was wearing were a pair of boots, the same one she was using the day she was shot (because, you know, unlike Yautjas, oomans' feet needed the extra protection).

Boots, loincloth and fishnet. I could be working undercover as a exotic stripper, if I weren't in the middle of a freaking jungle!

"Don't worry, I understand it might feel somewhat overwhelming, but you are safe", Lar'jar tried some comforting words, imagining the giant fauna and flora was the sole reason for the silent freakout. And he was not wrong, only there was no comfort when Lance could feel the cold breeze peaking her nipples.

On top of being rightfully scared, mortification. Color raised on her cheeks involuntarily.

Lar'jar cocked his head.

This damn alien, of course he knows what a red face means , lance grumpy thought pushed her to look down, taking a deep and steading breath.

"Don't mind me".

Lar'jar smiled under his mask, indulgent. He allowed the ooman some space to wrestle with her thoughts, and started to scan the area around, watchful. There were another two Hunters in their group, less than 20 feet right in front of them.

All 3 Yautjas braved that wild environment gracefully like ballerinas on a stage, and perfectly silent.

"Ah'kaedh is coming to meet us", the Medic informed her, and observed as (some) tension left her features and posture.

Less than five minutes later, the two hunters ahead of them halted abruptly. Lance, immediately alert, almost had the scare of her life when another 3 Yautjas popped up around them, as if summoned by some sort of black magic.

Just like that, there they were. Brought into existence out of thin air.

(The Girl knew about the cloaks, but damn! There was no sound, no noticeable disturbance in the tall grass. Lance was a freaking Black Ops Agent, shouldn't she be able to pick up some-fucking-thing?)

Ah'kaedh greeted the others with a nod. The predators (Lar'jar included) were now moving again, and again in complete silence. A second later, none to be seen.

The Enforcer went down on one knee in front of her, signaling for Lance to come near. Once she stepped within his arms' reach, Ah'kaedh pulled her closer, nuzzling at her chest impulsively (he was masked after all), barely able to reining in his purr.

"I've been dreaming about you", the Girl whispered into his hair, resting her arms on his shoulders, pressing his head lightly against her.

Moving his right arm under her thighs, hand firmly holding one leg, Ah'kaedh picked her up, nestling her to his dorso.

Lance could now feel how fluidly his body moved, each footstep landing smoothly. That was when she realized how slow Lar'jar and the other two hunters were due to her presence among the group. Ah'kaedh was definitely not running, but damn, he moved quite fast.

The Girl brain tried to compute how they could move at such a pace as quietly as they were, but once they arrived at the landing site, her musings were instantly laid to rest.