Seasons

Gary watched in anger as four men covered from head to toe in a white protective suit transported the cases from the lab below into the waiting helicopter.

"What the hell are they doing!?" the dark-haired man in the lab coat at the side-lines hollared over the hellicopter's loud engine.

Gary turned to him, Garber stepping forward instead and escorting the man away from the scene. The older man watched him for just a moment longer before turning his attention back toward the woman.

"You've been observant all of this time, but now you're taking charge of the evidence that might have the answers to these last few murders. You can't shut me out of the case now. Not when we're so close to getting Jones's killer."

The stern woman folded her arms over her black suit jacket, dark heels tapping in slight impatience. "Listen, I know exactly how you feel, but this is a federal investigation now. Quite honestly, its no longer your concern. You've done your part. We've already agreed to work with Weyland Industries. We have a better idea of what you're dealing with as well as the means to properly handle it."

Gary's eyes narrowed. "Y'know, let's not talk about what you think you know about anyone or anything. Let's talk about what ya didn't know. You didn't know Jones which doesn't lead me to believe that you'll do everything to bring this thing to justice."
The woman laughed softly, shaking her head, shoulder length auburn locks twisting in the breeze.

"You're gravely mistaken. I'm afraid to be the one to have to tell you this, but I'm the authority on the case now and believe me, I understand your anger toward Jones's murder."

"If that's the situation, then you'll let me work with ya on the case. Just who the hell do you think you are to tell me to stop trying to catch a killer on the loose in my God-damned city? Its my responsibility to protect the citizens here."

She smiled warmly.

"I'm Jones' replacement...and former partner, Agent Jane Warren, and I'm the new boss in town..."


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The film of unexpected events involving the female in season began to roll, both K'tch and Tzukra wondering just when the drama was going to end. It began as a comedy, at least to Arug'rak who'd refused to care for her. Watching Tzukra give K'tch hints on caring for her in his absence as well as watching the stern warrior attempt to use them had managed to drive away the boredom. Tzukra had come up with some pain blocker later than anticipated but it seemed to be doing its job. Day four and the female was still pain free, but extra tired and cranky.

K'tch had gathered the nerve to watch her since his scuffle, feeling out of place in every possible manner. He'd been avoiding her all of this time, looking for excuse after excuse to have little to do with her until now. Arug'rak had made the decision for K'tch to watch her while Tzukra went to the surface to stretch his legs and do a little research. He'd been entertaining the thought on developing a counter to the severe tranquilizers that the soft creatures had devised to subdue them, his work finally bearing results. Unfortunately, his results were based purely on theory. He just needed a sample to test with. With K'tch's approval, he had immediately put his plan into action.

Night had just fallen and K'tch was dutifully taking watch. At first he'd assumed that she would be fine on her own, but after she'd run into Arug'rak (who had no qualms about frightening the hell out of her and escorting her rather roughly to the holding room) he realized his mistake. From that moment she'd begun yelling at everyone; angry, confused, PMS clearly driving her to her limits. Even in her newfound sensitivity she'd been sarcastic.

Arug'rak laughed as he turned his back to her, K'tch entering the room to assess the situation.

"I can't take it anymore! Why is that one such an ass!? K'tch, you need to tell him something before I do! How dare he throw me down here like some little kid. I'm a grown woman! I didn't ask to be here! If he can't tolerate me, I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!" she made a move to follow the prideful warrior, K'tch watching her for a second before reaching forward and grabbing her by the arm. Now he understood the female cycle. It was the time of the month that they temporarily went insane.

He held her back firmly. There was no way in hell he'd let her approach his superior like that. Not unless she wanted to be pulled back missing a limb. Arug'rak was not one to mess with.

"That's right you bastard! Don't you walk away from me while I'm talking to you! Hey!" she yelled.

The oldest warrior briefly paused, turning to look over his shoulder at the small female. Her reaction was so amusing. His eyes met K'tch before he parted his mandibles, tone stern. K'tch coughed once, yanking the woman back. Was she trying to get herself killed? Quickly and confidently he reassured the older warrior that everything was under control, holding the woman firmly who'd been yelling even through the angry misty eyes that made them doubt her courage.

With little more to add, Arug'rak left for the control room, door closing behind him. K'tch turned to the stressed woman just as she'd yanked her arm out of his grasp. He was tempted to scold her, instead growling angrily at her.

"Idiot..." How dare she speak to Arug'rak in that tone. She was so unbelievably lucky he'd been there to stop her. Who knows what Arug'rak would have done had he not.

Her eyes widened, teeth clenching at the insult.

"What?" her tone was dangerously even. K'tch simply turned his back to her, eyes glancing at the exit before deciding to just lock her annoying ass in here. Maybe when she calmed down, he'd come back and check on her. He immediately began to muse about all the things he could be doing right now, taking a step toward the door when she'd hurried around to face him.

"Hey! Don't you just walk away while I'm talking to you! What the hell is your problem?!"

He sighed.

Quite frankly he was wondering the exact same thing. Normally she wasn't this difficult to deal with. The last few days she'd been surprisingly irritable. He looked down at the angry human, observing her body language. Her chest was heaving, right hand gesturing angrily toward him as her left sat propped on her hip. Once during her spat she'd shaken her head, complaining of something. It didn't matter anyway. Most of the conversation had been lost to his mental meanderings, her tone boring the hell out of him. He found visual refuge in the door beyond, just itching to get closer to it. It was then that his view was momentarily interrupted by a hand waving before it.

"Hey! Hello? Anybody home?" she raised a brow, every bit offended. Quickly, he swatted her hand away, attention drawn back to her. A growl was her answer.

"Look at me while I'm talking to you!" she fumed. "You need to give me the same respect that you give that Arugurak fella...Is it really so hard to..."

He hadn't realized where along the conversation she'd lost his attention. At that point, he didn't even care. This was somehow all Tzukra's fault. He just couldn't rest until he had his scientific explanations. He'd left him here, abandoned him with this erratic female during the worst possible time. That didn't matter, when he got back, he was going to answer for his earlier offense...He could have his laugh for now, but it'd be the last at his expense... This time, the feeling of two soft hands grabbing him by the shoulder brought him back immediately and he snapped, jerking out of her hold before grasping both of her hands by the wrists. Her expression was priceless. So was his several seconds later.

"W-What do you think you're doing?" she demanded an answer. He refused to speak.

Big mistake...

To his surprise all of the pent up anger and frustration of her situation made itself known. Damn these prideful, egotistical creatures...With surprising strength she pushed him back as she took a step forward. One step was all she needed to catch him off guard as he lost his balance for probably the first time in his life, landing squarely on his back with a warning growl, grip on Sharon taking her down with him. It took a moment for both parties to process what had just happened as he lay there wide-eyed and dazed by his new view of the ceiling, Sharon silent as she straddled him.

The hell?

Almost immediately he'd rolled them both over, lifting his weight slightly as he straddled her. She'd knocked him down. That bitch had actually knocked him on his ass. He could end her right here and now for that... only...

His knees drew farther apart as he leaned closer to her, fighting the urge to hold back a punch that would likely knock her unconscious. Instead he broke his silence, speaking slow.

"Don't...do that...agaaiiin!" A sharp and nasty growl was his punctuation as he simply stared down at her.

"Hmph...Or you'll what?" she frowned. "You think you can scare me? You're wrong..." she breathed. "I did help your ass when that agent was starving and torturing the hell out of you. Don't forget it."

He took a few deep breaths. If she didn't stop bringing that up, he wasn't going to attempt to calm her down, he was simply going to kill her.

He purred softly, waiting for her to react. She was entirely too disagreeable in this state. He briefly thought back to the notes that Tzukra had left for him. He had to calm her... now before she drove him crazy. He had to remind himself that this was natural. This happened with females during that period of time. They were uncomfortable with the biological changes and dealt with it in different ways. Yeah, that was it. This was normal. He rested his hips slowly against hers and her eyes became heavily lidded for just a moment. There was an unexplained amount of tension in the air that he could not decipher as her mood changed at the contact.

Her eyes widened as she realized that she could feel the very definition of his gender through his loin, pressed up between her thighs. Her breath caught. Was he aware that she could feel it? He sat there like that for a long moment, simply straddling her as she looked up at him, afraid to attempt to decipher the look in his golden eyes. Even over his agitated breathing she could hear her own heart beating fiercely, the loud rush of blood surging through her veins as she suddenly tensed.

"Get off of me..." she spoke softly.

To her surprise, he answered her back.

"Noo..."

His right hand came up to her face as he gingerly smoothed back a few strands.

"Stop it..." she turned her face away from his touch, still miffed from the argument. He laughed mentally at her reaction. He could change that. The smooth but tough skin of his thumb slid forward from her cheek, gently tracing the vermillion border along her soft lips before coming around to cup the side of her warm face. She exhaled slowly, turning her face a little into the smoother skin of his palm and closing her eyes at the comfortable contact, a warm rush of arousal pooling in her nether regions..

"What do you think you're doing?" she breathed.

If he could have answered her, he would have,his thoughts focussed entirely on what was going on below his waist.. It was possible that he could take a chance at calming her in the way that Tzukra had instructed. Rhythmic and careful contact had done wonders at pacifying her in the days past, but no one had tried it from this approach. After a few quiet moments, he let his right hand slide up to sift through her hair, bright eyes piercing as he watched her reaction.

Slowly, the anger left her expression, body beginning to untense.

Resistance, anger and possibly repulsion were his expectations. This acceptance, or rather quiet capitulation of the body had not been expected. Thankful, he released her other hand, surprised when she brought it to his face. Her fingers traced his right mandible delicately before entwining her fingers in the strange thick locks that grew from his head. That's when it had all gone wrong.

"You know... you're not so ugly when you're being nice..." she declared.

He'd meant to stop her, remembering that although they simply hung there, the tentacle-like tendrils that grew from his head were not devoid of sensation entirely and were one of his less likely to be discovered erogenous zones.

She stroked them gently, surprised when his gaze softened. He wanted to pull away at this point, before the situation was no longer in his control, instead releasing what could only be described as a low but soft moan.

She'd never heard him make that noise before... .

His eyes widened. This... this right here, wasn't supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be calming her. Her touch shouldn't have had that effect on him. He realized that for the first time he couldn't get his own vocals to obey him. He made a strange clicking noise that seemed to catch in his throat, hips pressing a little harder against hers. She squirmed a little beneath him, both awkward for a moment, unsure of what the other was doing. Was she...?

Sharon swallowed as she could feel the bulge behind his loin pressing against her clitoris through her pjs. She felt wrong acknowledging it, but secretly liked how it made her nether regions tingle. Tentatively, she pushed up against him, shocked by the sensation it caused. His breathing deepened.

She needed to get her hands out of his locks before he lost control completely.

Almost of their own accord, his hips pushed gently against her own, his senses becoming acute and aware of every change in her. Her temperature had begun to rise. To his amusement, his own did as well...

Carefully, her hands crept up around his back, feeling him anxiously. He didn't mind her curious hands so much, but he briefly wondered what she was thinking.

Sharon almost forgot to breathe as he allowed her this contact, feeling a little nervous as her hands explored him. He had such broad shoulders, the make of a strong warrior. Very strong... K'tch felt a flicker of sensation in his nether regions as he noticed her quiet breaths had gotten deeper. Slowly, her hands fell to the narrow waist, feeling him anxiously before falling to his hips. She looked up at him, his gaze still piercing. He hadn't tried to stop her. Perhaps he liked it too...

"K'tch..." she spoke softly, afraid to disturb this strange and sultry encounter. He made an odd guttural noise that she took as a yes. "...What are we... doing?" she whispered.

He wouldn't answer her. Instead he decided to show her as he began to gyrate slowly against her, Sharon's eyes widening as she twisted a little beneath him, unable to silence the soft moan that had escaped her. It felt so good... God that felt so good...

Whatever he was doing, it seemed to be having a tremendous effect... He paused for a moment, pulling back to make sure everything was alright. She was breathing harder, body very warm now. He had to fight for control as the scent of her arousal washed over him, leaving no sense unheightened. She was simply gazing up at him through heavily lidded eyes.

Sharon moaned softly as she brought her hips up to meet the slight pressure his offered, once... twice... and then a third time. She shook her head weakly. It was time to stop, no matter how good it felt. It just wasn't right... Yet she couldn't deny the pleasure that was steadily building into the painful ache between her thighs. Her body begged for a release that she hadn't felt in a very...very... long time..

Did K'tch know what he was doing to her? Did he understand that this was a very close, very intimate melody they were arranging?

He reached down between them, right hand creeping up beneath her soft cotton t-shirt and massaging one soft mammory gland, Sharon's gaze burning into him the entire time. He massaged the other in the same manner, hands falling to her thighs. He pushed them apart just a little more before coming to rest over her, breathing just a little quicker.

"K'tch..." she breathed. "Don't...go any further. Just- ...Ohh..." she arched up against him as she could feel the bulge behind his loin pressing against her desire, resisting the urge to cast away the final barriers of cloth between them. She wasn't quite ready to go that far, not yet. Was she even sure she was ready for this? Wasn't this in contrast to nature...to reason? Still, his movements against her were good. They felt so good. If it really was such a bad idea, then wouldn't she be repulsed?
She couldn't possibly be aroused if she were. She brought her knees up a little, adjusting her pjs as she squirmed to find a better angle, surprised by the fluidity of his movements. She'd never seen him like this before, never felt him like this before, but already she had decided that she liked it. She closed her eyes as his movements quickened just a little, hips pressing a little harder as he thrust against her. There was no turning back. She needed release. She reached forward bravely, the avid need for gratification overpowering her sense of worry as she grabbed him by the hips, urging him to move a little slower.

His breathing became distressed for a moment, his purr-like breaths integrated with an odd catch, almost as if he was trying to hold back.
After several moments of this she encouraged him to move a little faster, breathing hard. He kept up the pace long enough for her body to tense beneath him, back arching as she felt the warm rush travel through her senses and she whimpered. It was so sweet... Not once since she'd laid eyes on him did she ever think she'd find herself writhing beneath him, dizzy with desire and the aftershocks of the sweetest orgasm ever.
She whimpered one final time before collapsing against the floor, the cacophony going on in her thoughts having finally been silenced.

That did little for his own situation as he continued to thrust against her. A few moments later and he'd found his own release, making a soft growl as he effectively ruined his own loin.

Damn it...

He recovered within seconds, standing in shock. He couldn't believe that he'd actually done that. He'd...

She had...

They'd... had an intimate moment. Far more intimate than he initially thought it'd be.

Wordlessly he went quickly to change. Arug'rak didn't need to know about this one... Five minutes later he'd returned to the room dawning a new loin, Sharon lying on her side.

Was she okay?
He approached her cautiously, suddenly realizing that she was snoring softly, eyes closed and breathing lax. Well that hadn't been too bad. He'd not only calmed her, he'd actually put her ass to sleep, which was even better. He stood there watching her as he had an unnecessarily long debate with himself about whether or not he should leave her there or take her to the bed that his subordinate had fashioned for her.

After several moments, he'd given in and kneeled on the hard floor, slipping his left arm beneath her knees, right hand behind her back as he lifted her. Her head had fallen against his chest and she'd done little more than moan in confusion, glancing up through heavily lidded dark eyes before immediately falling unconscious, body fatigued with the energy spent enduring the biological changes. Without another thought, he'd taken her to his quarters. She didn't awaken, even as he gently laid her on his make shift bed. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, K'tch surmised as he sat down on the bed beside her and watched her breathe. Her temperature had finally begun to return to normal.

She moaned slightly in discomfort, sighing deeply as she turned onto her side, facing him.

He briefly wondered how Tzukra's progress was going down on earth before looking down at the woman he swore was nothing more than a pain. She was a pain... quite often too. ...But pleasure? He trembled just thinking about what had happened not moments ago in the holding room, thankful no one else was around to see him so weak.

Well, that had definitely been a nice surprise... He didn't expect to feel different about touching her. If anyone should feel different, it was likely to be her. Still, the twinge of guilt danced around in the back of his mind. He hadn't the strength to resist. Why, he had yet to acknowledge.