Boundless

Adrenaline

[3 months ago]

Sweat, rapid heart beat, controlled breathing, and the well know tightness that made Lance aware of her whole body. Jogging for almost two hours around the ship - bouncing around, as Ah'kaedh would call it. But her focus was not on her exercise, oh no. Lance's hyperawareness was running almost overdrive, making her kind of anxious.

You see, Ah'kaedh's Girl had a whole routine of her own: exercises, training, studying, work, chores - she had allocated time even for hobbies.

It kind of impressed the Enforcer how fast Lance had adapted to the restraints of life on board a ship; what the Yautja didn't know (or ask), nor could really grasp was how Lance had rarely enjoyed the luxury of safety.

Walking around unworried, discreetly checking her surroundings, walking inside rooms without looking for escape routes, her brain free to wander and wonder instead of planning and scheming. Hell, even her sleeping patterns improved.

Back at the cradle, Lance could be herself - the Girl behind all those fake lives. The place where Fer-de-Lande could be just Lance, Devil's Haze was just Haze, and Asher got to be Ash. They would mess with each other, and care for the ship as one would their own house. Life in space was not so bad after one got used to it - you see, at least she was safe, carefree.

Well, kinda.

Lance was always watching for pranks. With a disposition like hers, one would think she would lead the pack (as Shade had wisely pointed out once, Lance was a terrible person in a foxhole), but the Girl seldom pulled anything of that nature. Her teammates? Most loved messing with each other, and Lance was kinda a favorite target since her reactions were hilarious - and the Girl was not the type to get pissed with their shenanigans (not really). If anything, having people goofing around did some good to Lance (once her heart rate returned to normal).

So yeah, Lance adapted well to their life at the Yautja's vessel. And, mind you, when Ah'kaedh started to ambush her in the corridors of his ship (mostly during her exercise), she took it in stride (and was even able to evade and run on occasion). His Girl had good reflexes, sure, but enduring her teammates' games was the only thing that could have prepared Lance for Ah'kaedh's... playfulness.

(The Enforcer had been a quiet youngling due to his introversion, given to solitary games and endeavors; however, hide and seek had been a favorite of his, and among the Yautjas, finding other children was not the end game, oh no. You had to hunt them down).

What started as a one-sided game became a 'thing'. And his Pest was getting good at it, oh she was. It pleasantly stirred Ah'kaedh's instincts and prey drive - lurking, stalking, pursuing. And he would even play her sometimes, tiring his Girl good before pouncing.

And his Pest was no tame prey. Ah'kaedh would need to hold her down, immobilizing little Lance for her to give in, often laughing, a combination of thrilled excitement and aggressive joy (much like when she sparred with her teammates for the fun of it).

Obviously, it did not end there. No, no, no. Ah'kaedh would press her against walls, hold her against the floor, lock her in against his body, and the skin contact would awaken his appetite. A month into it, Ah'kaedh started to feel the burden of desire during the pursuit and, at times, even before it started.

And Gods, her receptiveness. He could attack her like a hungry beast or take his time teasing his Girl as he held her down (oh, the many facets of dominance), and Lance would enthusiastically engage.

"Hunting you is getting easier, little one", he growled one day, low and sensual, while pressing her high against a wall, feet dangling.

"I should get better at evading you, then", with her heart racing, she giggled in a mix of excitement and expectation.