Boundless

Of Seams and Heartstrings

Always keep your guard up, Lance , Dad had repeated it over and over - so many times the Girl could even hear his voice.

Sure Dad, will do!

But how would she keep her guard up when the Girl could not tell up from down, left from right, inside from outside? How?

***

Water.

Falling down, a multitude of tiny drops. All over her shoulders, her head, her thighs.

Water. Cold water.

Streaming down. Her face, her breasts, her forearms, her stomach, hands, forelegs. God, she was thirsty. So fucking thirsty. She opened her mouth, throwing her head back. Too weak to use her hands to pool water. But that was enough; it had to be enough.

The floor and the wall behind her moved. The Girl (who was she again?) adjusted her body against the fucking moving wall (damn aliens and their fucking technology), but she felt... stuck?

"Mmm", Lance could only hum in confusion.

Stuck, seated. There was cold water. And moving walls. And the floor was warm. Hell, the wall was warm, too. And rough.

But body awareness felt less like torture now.

Oh God, the worst is over, her mind whispered. Whatever came next, it couldn't be so bad.

Whatever came next would not be so bad and she knew it. Because something in her reassured the Girl - a deep-seated and solid sense of belonging. It had also flooded her with warmth, and even if she had felt extremely hot before, that warmth was welcome.

Leaning back, the Girl sought a position that allowed her more rest, now that her thirst was gone. There was this sound, this deep rumble coming from behind. It soothed her body.

Then the world around her moved again, and she felt... oh God! Friction. More, please, more, more, I can't stand it... anymore...

***

There was a weak hiss once the metallic hand pressed against the creamy skin of Lance's stomach.

Finally, the Enforcer felt a pang of an odd mix of guilt and relief.

His Girl finally reacted to his Prosthetic's the cold touch. And yet, Ah'kaedh found himself unable to discard the piece and prioritize her comfort (at least not yet).

You see, Ah'kaedh needed both hands in order to handle his Girl - especially now, we're he would t even dare to relax his hold over his Girl.

Funny though, here was Ah'kaedh assisting his Girl through her need and yet... coming never felt so inconsequential (and Gods, Ah'kaedh had shattered, spilling days of tension in his Girl's core).

But for Lance? Being seeded felt like being fed Ambrosia.

(But one time was never enough. Oh no. To quench a Heat? It would take time and effort).

And just in case, the Enforcer had been purring since laying eyes on his Tiny Ooman.

The females of the Dark Blade had taken the Girl, forced her into a shower after vomiting and soiling herself (and the bed). They had to move Lance for a dufferent set of quarters because her bed was in no condition, and Lance screamed bloody murder when one of females brought one fur that had been in Lar'jar's room.

To be fair, Lance had rejected Ah'kaedh's scent at first, too. Not so forcefully, but her new olfactory faculties had developed in the last few days, and she didn't recognize the Enforcer.