Seasons

Well...she may have been K'tch's prisoner, but her body was doing things that he needed to know about. Tzukra was still amused from the events of just a few moments ago. K'tch's reaction had been kinda humorous actually. The way his eyes had widened, jaw dropping and mandibles spreading. Clearly he hadn't considered the possibility of something like that happening. Although knowledgeable about the human's language and few customs and behaviors, he knew little about their biological functions.

Uninterested in the idea of dealing with a human female in season, he left her in Tzukra's care. The younger warrior inexplicably knew how to placate her and she tended to be more agreeable once in his company. In addition to having more knowledge in human behavior and needs, Tzukra was also much more knowledgeable about their anatomy, something K'tch himself did not see as relevant to the hunt.

So, he'd come to a decision. The human called Sharon would have her health monitored by Tzukra who obviously knew how to care for her. Not that he couldn't actually care for the human female himself... his thoughts briefly reverted back to the time after he'd first encountered her. The constant complaining, her easy fatigue, having to carry her back to his camp, her weak stomach and snide commentary... He may not have spoken much to her, but he sure as hell understood every word she'd said and she could be a real bitch when she wasn't frightened. Taking care of her was more like dealing with her as far as he was concerned.

Perhaps this season thing was good afterall. He didn't have to worry about watching out for her. He could simply let Tzukra do it. Hell, Tzukra wanted to anyway. He'd made a point to stop by the younger warrior's room, remembering that he would be keeping the female with him for constant observation. He would have had Arug'rak watch her as his first choice, but the older warrior had vehemently refused. He simply wanted nothing to do with her or her functions. As far as he was concerned, her presence was pointless even though K'tch had dispatched her on a successful mission, declaring her quite useful. The fact that K'tch had brought her on board was annoying enough. To care for her was out of the question. He'd had better things to do. Noting this, it was safe to conclude that Tzukra, who was all-too anxious to find out more about her anyway was the logical choice. Feeling quite pleased with himself, he headed for Tzukra's quarters.
If he could have smiled, he would have.

Instead, he nodded gracefully in approval.

Tzukra was positively ecstatic about his handy work as he gazed down at the rather comfortable-looking bed he'd fashioned. He'd strategically folded, layered and tucked different manners of cloth he'd acquired from this planet onto the long semi-impressionable matt he normally covered the slab with when he retired for sleep. It should hopefully accomodate the both of them now that she would be staying in his room. He'd never been a fan of sleeping on very very soft things, but this wasn't about him. It was to keep the female agreeable. And that, should definitely make the female named Sharon comfortable.

Comfort was important, he remembered with caution. He'd caught up on his notes, refreshing his memory. Soon after ovulating, the female would enter a period of extreme discomfort where the unfertilized egg would be discarded. Well, that was the most basic outline of the biological situation. During this process, they could become quite irritable for no reason, extra fatigued, increasingly libidinous and craved more foods. He sighed. It was bad enough that she seemed to need to eat three times a day. Why couldn't she be more like them. On average his species fed every two days. K'tch could go three before feeling hungry. His thoughts turned to the storage. He was sure they had enough.
That wasn't the main issue he noted as he admired the bed. Well, the female could at least get some good rest here and hopefully that would make her less irritable and more inclined to respond favorably to him. He looked at the little device on his right arm. If his calculations were correct, that irritable period would be in a few days... He was just about to turn to Sharon who was sitting in the corner listening to a small device K'tch had deemed it safe for her to use, when his superior entered the room. Sharon's eyes followed him curiously.

K'tch paid the human no mind as he stopped just a few feet away from the amused warrior.

Sharon watched with interest as they interracted, entertained by the sound of them speaking to one another. She turned the sound on her I-pod down. Their language, as best she could relate to it was harsh but expressive. Where apparent words left off, sounds picked up. A line of language might end with a click or grunt. It was so very odd, but so very fascinating. The sound of such low voices engaged in conversation in their native language was rare indeed. Most of the time they tended to gesture to things. The fact that they were having a full-out conversation could not be ignored. She found her eyes glued to the scene.

Tzukra motioned toward whatever it was he had been doing in that corner, K'tch nodding in satisfaction. It was then that Tzukra did something she did not expect. While speaking, he calmly hooked his left thumb into the belt-like contraption around his narrow waist, leaning back against the wall, hips jutting forward just a little in a human-like stance. Sharon felt her face grow warm as her eyes blazed a trail up all of the exposed flesh. Her eyes traced the creases of his pectoral muscles and down his abs...

She swallowed.

His very tight abs...

If she ignored his insane facial features... he was fairly.. he just might be on the verge of being... In a weird and freaky sorta way he was actually kinda... attractive..
Her eyes lingered on the belt that rested dangeroulsy below his hip-bone. A harsh noise abruptly snapped her out of her daze and she cleared her throat unaware that she'd been so entranced. Tzukra's right hand had come up, palm facing the ceiling as his index curled back towards himself twice very slowly. She was either crazy or that come-hither motion he'd made was strikingly sexy. Shaking the thought from her mind, she stood to see what they wanted of her.

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The flash of cameras was steady, almost as if they were competing with the brilliance of the police lights just outside.

Four cop cars were littered near the exit, both medical and law enforcement personnel walking to and from the crime scene. This one was different than the others. The man had merely been killed. Garber found himself surprised that the body wasn't skinless nor headless. He was however, of some importance, a scientist and pathologist for Weyland industries. How he'd gotten mixed up in the string of murders was beyond him. Regardless, there were various samples and prints taken from the scene. If his demise was the result of the same killer, they would know soon enough.

Gary had ordered the prints scanned immediately down at Weyland's hidden lab, remembering both the speed and efficiency of their operations. Going through HQ down at the precinct would take more time than he was willing to give. There would be a lot of red tape to clear. He couldn't allow anymore time than necessary for Jone's murderer to wander free. He owed him that much. In the meantime, he'd assigned two officers to information control. The media had been a nuisance ever since this murderer's spree had begun and he was in no mood to be giving extemporaneous speeches. They could chew on the details from the last couple of bodies that had fallen in the creature's path. Already, the local network had since aired a station-sponsored memorial tribute to the late Jones as well as a special on the psychology behind killers. That would keep them occupied for now. He sighed, sifting his hand through his thinning dark hair. Let their imaginations run with that...

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So far so good. Sharon sighed as she found herself in familiar territory with Tzukra. K'tch had been brief with her, but had managed to tell her that her assisstance was needed to operate the human machinery that contained data on them. She was by far no expert and during the days she'd spent with her late uncle Weyland, had been exposed to few procedures and facilities.

Somehow they were doing a great job with information retrieval and Sharon had successfully copied the hard drive of the main computer to the disc when she took it upon herself to stop in the small room adjacent. Tzukra made a move to follow when she waved him away.

"Excuse me... I don't want you in the bathroom with me.. This is kinda personal..." she grimaced. With practiced discipline, the humanoid waited patiently as she closed the door. He couldn't decipher much from the other side, save for the slight sound of running water. After a few moments, impatience got the best of him and he fiddled with the device on his arm, adjusting his vision to x-ray. He immediately grunted. She appeared to be washing her hands. Unamused he readjusted his vision before she emerged, brow raising.

Sharon sighed in relief. At least her cycle hadn't made its presence known yet. Remembering the date of the last news broadcast she'd caught while out with Tzukra, she'd come to her own conclusion that she'd been in captivity for close to a month. Her brain scrambled with the obnoxious thought of having to deal with it in their company. The thought itself gave her a headache. They'd seemed utterly baffled by her refusal to stomach raw meat. She almost wondered what havoc enduring PMS on board might cause. With a soft grunt, she headed back toward the computer, stark blue light glowing luminously in the corner of the dark lab.

Tzukra followed her every movement with a hawk-like gaze. Once more he became aware of that familiar scent that was unique to her, only it was much more inviting than the night before. He caught himself in his daze and took a breath, attempting to shake off the sudden urge that washed over him. How long had it been since he'd...

She walked by him cautiously, grabbing the copy of the files and pocketing it.

The sound of him typing caught her attention as she watched him activate the device on his arm. He quickly detatched it before grabbing her by the arm and urging her to run. Once outside, they raced forth towards the woods. Deja vu assaulted her senses as K'tch peeled his form out of the darkness, ushering them on the ship before giving a signal. Almost immediately the craft began to quickly ascend, the explosion rocking the woods below.

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This was all becoming disturbingly routine, she mused as she'd emerged from the shower, leaving a faint trail of moisture in her wake as she walked down the glowing hall. She briefly wondered when it was going to end and they'd be done with her. She followed the tunnel-like hall, heading for Tzukra's room. K'tch had made it clear to her that for whatever reason, she would be staying in the shorter warrior's quarters. Upon reaching the entrance, she found the little triangular button that blended in so well with the wall designs and pressed it, relieved when the door slid open.

Tzukra was in the corner by the bed, undressing from what she could tell. He'd halted upon her entry and simply stared long enough for her to become uncomfortable.

"...What?" she inquired as she eventually took a seat against the wall behind him and he turned away. There was no response and she listened, starting nervously as she heard the faint hiss of an air supply plucked from his mask. Time seemed to stand still as she heard a second.. and then a third pulled, their hiss a quiet disturbance. She watched as he pulled it from his face and then mounted it on the wall.

Freed from the restraints of his mask, her scent was even stronger. It was so very... inviting.
He forced himself to concentrate on the matter at hand as he continued to remove his armor. Sharon watched curiously as buckles were undone, devices unhooked and attatchments detached. It was so very intricate. In mere moments he had stripped down to his loin before turning to her and staring.

"What is it, Tzukra?" she could hear her own heart beating nervously as her eyes met his. They simply locked gazes with one another, both wishing they could understand what exactly was going on in the other's thoughts. The static of his inhibitions broke through his clearly nagging instinct and almost deterred him.

Almost.

He motioned for her to come close. Reluctantly she stood, readjusting her pale blue cotton PJs before stepping closer.

"What is it?" she inquired.

His right hand came up to her face, grasping her gently by the chin and lifting her gaze.

Hmm... Despite the fact that her facial features were grossly simplistic to him, she wasn't terribly repulsive. Actually, she wasn't very repulsive at all.

She cleared her throat, unsure of how to react to his scrutiny.

His hands immediately fell to her hips and he grabbed them, thumbs rubbing against her pelvis carefully. This was just an experiment. He could stop anytime he needed to. It was just an experiment to-

Ohh... she was at the height of her season, he could smell it. Her hands came up to his, smaller fingers closing around his wrists as she made a move to stop him, but found herself weak or frightened, at that point it was actually difficult to discern which.

"Tzukra... are you-" her words were cut short as he suddenly pulled her close against him.

Oooh... that felt good. He could feel his own body reacting to her and he shut his eyes for a moment, with a purr.

"Tzukra... whoa..." she breathed, turning her face away from the frightening sharp pinchers that were so close to her.

Despite the fact that her tone was repelling, her body was saying the complete opposite. He trailed a finger against the thin fabric pants covering her thigh. Even in his more aroused state, he was aware that he'd been informed that humans didn't make good mating partners. Not only that but he knew little about her species mating rituals.. He suddenly had the urge to get that stuff she was so intent on wearing out of the way and find out.

His claw-like thumbs slipped beneath her pants at the hip, pulling them down with a predatory growl.

"Hey! No!" she started angrily, grip tightening around his wrists. He raised the muscle above his brow in what could be translated as doubt. Damn she was loud.

"Quiet..."

Her eyes widened at the sound of his dark inhuman voice softening and she relaxed a little. "Stop groping me..." she whispered before she bit her bottom lip, unnerved, excited and scared all at once.

What was WITH him all of the sudden?

Instead of claw at her clothes, he decided instead to manipulate the flesh behind them as he reached down between them, hand pressing up between her thighs. She inhaled sharply as his slow movements served to pacify her. He observed that she didn't seem to mind him touching her as long as he made no move to relieve her of her coverings. That would do fine. She was such a soft thing, but once he really thought about it, that really wasn't so bad. His hand slid back up slowly before slipping beneath the clothing just a little less urgently.

Moving slowly with the human female, that seemed to be the key.

He pushed up against her a little, left hand coming up to her back to hold her upright as he groped her. He listened carefully, senses alert as her breathing became deeper and a little more urgent. He took note of all of the changes in her body at this contact, reminding himself that he'd record them later. According to his files, there was a very small piece of flesh in this area that if he pet it the right way, would ensure that she stopped fighting him and allowed him his experiment. He couldn't remember the name of it, but he knew where it was. Perhaps he could find it from a better angle.

Eyes in a daze, Sharon blinked as she felt the young male humanoid slink around to stand behind her, right hand still caressing her beneath her clothes. Her lips parted and a soft frightened moan escaped her before she could stop it. The stress from the past few weeks had finally caught up with her and was begging for a release. Still, morality was knocking loudly.
What luck. All of the handsome men on her planet that would gladly take her while she was aroused and she was stuck with ...this.. First and foremost... Tzukra wasn't even human. And by human standards he'd fallen out of the ugly tree and somehow managed to completely strip the damn thing down to the very roots.. She swallowed. This was SO not right... and so NOT happening.

"Tzukra stop... I don't think... that's-"

His hand pressed against her at just the right angle and she nearly collapsed back against him with a sigh. He purred. Who was she kidding? The raise in her body temperature accompanied by the smell of her arousal was proof that it was a very good idea. He grunted. In several moments it was going to be the best idea he'd had in days.
A familiar little beep sounded, Tzukra quickly looked to the device on the wall, hands slowly removing themselves from the woman.

"Sshit..."

K'tch was apparently summoning him. He would just have to finish this experiment.. later.

Sharon's gaze whipped toward the creature, eyes widening.

"Did you just... curse?"

The muscles where his brows would be drew down.

"Yess..."

Without another word he turned his back to her, heading dutifully toward the exit, leaving her a little less shaken and a little more amused.