Boundless

All the Bad Shit (Pt.2)

Laying on his side and curled around the diminutive form of his tiny Pest, the Hunter purred as he lapped at the fang punctures on his Girl's nape, pressing his hips against hers.

Lance mewled, stirred, and tilted her head languidly, trying to look over her shoulder. Ah'kaedh shifted both of their bodies slowly, placing a leg over hers, partially covering her torso with his, caging Lance under his massive frame.

"Ah'kaedh..." The breathy whisper sizzled through his brain, prompting the male to press his maw against her nape, grinding against her bottom.

"Stubborn little thing, why are you fighting off sleep?" The Yautja hissed in his native tongue, nuzzling her neck. Lance whined, now trembling deliciously.

He inhaled deeply that unique scent of hers and bit her neck, holding firm. He then rolled his hips, a slow exit and firm reentrance - one, two, three times, before settling into a slow pace.

Even now, it amazed Ah'kaedh how that absurd little creature could bend him out of shape.

I want the bad shit too, you asshole!

(Of course she did. It was just like that Lunatic of a Girl, to crave shit that was bad for her).

To yell in his face like that, as if the Enforcer could not overpower or even kill her with a single strike.

Contrary to all logic, instead of amping up his fury, her yelling had blind-sided the Yautja. Both words and emotions behind them had dampened his temper, disarming Ah'kaedh.

And why would (that absurd, headstrong, unpredictable) little creature want, in her own words, 'the bad shit, too'?

Born and raised in a culture most dedicated to eradicating all sorts of weaknesses (starting with their own genetics), the notion of having someone willingly embrace your problems, as well as your flaws and missteps, sounded preposterous.

So much so that the only thing that had kept Ah'kaedh from calling Lance a shameless liar was the fact that the Enforcer could see that his Pest had screamed at him nothing but the truth.

For once, giving his Girl what she was asking for felt like too much.

(How could he? Why would he? Ah'kaedh yearned to offer nothing but the best of himself. For what fucking reason would the Enforcer give her his bad shit, too?)

It seemed impossible and sounded borderline irrational that she would want his failures, mistakes, misgivings. For what purpose? And what about his flaws?

Ah'kaedh had spent centuries courting females using the tokens of his conquests, perfecting and polishing, forcing and forging his body and mind into the ideal demanded by his kind. He had tried to contain, erase, and bury whatever characteristics his people deemed unfit. And now was he supposed to hand faults, weaknesses, and defects over to someone else?

Why would his Girl even want all that was bad and wrong about him? The very things the Enforcer wished to rid himself of?

For one, it could spook her. Finally make that little brain of hers realize that staying by his side would be a way bigger effort than freeing him from captivity had been. And the Enforcer could not have that. Paya guard him, Ah'kaedh felt restless by just being kept apart from her. He could not conceive losing her for good.

And the possibility that, once he unleashed all the bad shit he could not contain, his Girl changed her mind, turned her back on him, and disappeared into the universe? For Ah'kaedh, for all he knew, it was very real.

And the void she would leave in her wake... it would be deeper, darker, hungrier than the one she created the first time.

Maybe if the Yautja was not so deeply enthralled, so eager to give his Fer-de-Lance all she wanted, he would have spared them both yet another trial and denied the most absurd of her requests.