Boundless

Breathless

Warm water streamed down Ah'kaedh's body as he lathered Lance's skin. One of their habits Ah'kaedh was quite fond of was showering (or bathing) together.

During his imprisonment, Lance had taken over his hygiene routines, and Ah'kaedh was pleasantly surprised to discover that grooming him was something Lance deeply appreciated.

That sparked an interest in the Enforcer on Lance's self-care routines - Ah'kaedh could not (and would not) avoid the desire to reciprocate her attention and care.

Which now served both well - with Lance feeling weak due to her organism's unwillingness to accept food, their stroll on the ship plus the excitement of their morning rendered the Girl quite tired, resulting in Ah'kaedh needing to drag an unhappy Lance to the bathroom.

(The saline solution smell was irritating him, yes, but Ah'kaedh also knew his Girl would feel better after a shower).

His tiny Alien was sitting between his crossed legs, under the water stream, leaning against his chest after rebelling against her current passive role, which kind of amused the Yautja.

"Are you insinuating my tresses are unkempt?" The Enforcer chuckled as he worked on washing hers.

(Neat freak as Ah'kaedh was, his hygiene was impeccable, but grooming his hair and skin as Lance was fond of doing? Nah).

"Should I remind you who takes care of them?" Lance's sassy smirk was the type Ah'kaedh would love to fuck out of her face. But Gods, all she could take (actually, all Ah'kaedh would allow out of concern) was gentle sex.

Ah'kaedh's exasperated chuckles got muffled on Lance's hair as he started to nuzzle harshly her left temple, which made the Girl burst with laughter.

That dance of theirs, Ah'kaedh knew all too well; that Pest would tease, poke, rile him up good until the Enforcer snapped and pounced, bitting and grabbing, pinning her, mounting her, fucking her into sweet oblivion.

Lance would end up with purple marks all over, raw and tired enough to sleep more than twelve hours straight. And Ah'kaedh, fine male he was, would happily oblige his Girl if her health allowed his harsh attentions. If.

"You must know you won't be this weak forever", he rasped into her hair. Lance giggled, pressing her back into his chest, humming contently at the feeling of his scales.

That Pest knew what she was doing, and she would pay for it. Dearly. Ah'kaedh could already picture himself edging her into desperate tears until she begged, begged and cried, and then the Hunter would make her come, again and again, come until her soul left her body.

A blip from the Enforcer's wristgauntlet yanked him from his fantasies and signaled someone was trying to make contact.

(Lar'jar had this talent to intrude in their morning, even remotely)

"You said your brother would be back by noon?" She commented, oh, so innocent (and Ignoring the boner he was sporting).

The Enforcer placed her on the floor beside him, got up, and marched silently across the bathroom, fuming. Pent-up anger plus pent-up arousal, and now he would be adding frustration to the mix.

"Yes", Ah'kawdh snarled in a low, dry tone, blocking the video feature.

"Having a good morning, I see", Lar'jar, who knew his moods well, could probably tell his brother was facing some sort of challenge.

"What. Do. You. Want", Ah'kaedh enunciated each word pointedly.

"I'm heading back to the ship. Your son got into a bar fight so I will be using the facilities", Lar'jar announced gleefully.