The Bath

Title: The Bath

Author: Nalani/Avthan

Chapter: 1 / 1

Fandom: Predator

Rating: NC-17,

Warnings: WAFF I suppose, Lime, implied Xeno.

Orientation: M/F

Pairing: Bthm/Mercedes

Summary: When her words were said, a little thought was always in his mind. Now it’s sometimes later, and Bthm is in need of a bath.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator, now money earned, for fun, etc.

Feedback: :shredme: I would love to hear if I have made spelling or grammar mishaps, plot holes, stuff like that!

Archive: Predaphiles and Adultfanfiction

Notes: This is in response to a challenge and I hope you guys like it!

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The Bath

By Nalani

Authors Note: This is a response to challenges and it is a bath between Bthm and Mercedes. And so you know, I was going to include this in ‘History’ as these characters are from that fic but couldn’t think of a way to really include it in the plot, but now I’m writing it here! It is set further in the future then where ‘History’ is right now, just to make it more fluid in why things happen. So, on with the story!

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Bthm had always wondered about what had been said. Always wondering what this ‘Mercedes’ could want with him. Caretaker Kella had said the female was her good friend, so when the issue came up, Bthm took it as a sign and asked Kella where he could…meet…Mercedes. All he was given was an address, and that’s where Bthm is right now.

By Yautja standards, she is unattractive. The late summer sun was setting behind him, the light making the tight yellow curls on her head glow. She is sitting on her bed, reading something as Bthm stands at her window cloaked. It is a rare thing for any hunter to second guess themselves, so as he keeps wondering why he is here Bthm makes himself do something. He scratches the window suddenly, his body deciding for him and the female jumps at the sound. She looks towards him with her giant brown eyes but not really seeing him. When she looks away Bthm again scratches the glass but long enough for her to know that it wasn’t something to dismiss. The female leaps off the bed and grabs something from under it, soon brandishing a rather large knife that makes Bthm laugh a little. She stalks over to the window and looks around, him leaning over so she would not be able to see his cloak lines. Suddenly she opens the large window and steps out onto the small balcony, still holding the large knife.

“Alright who’s out here?” She asks, but he won’t answer. The female leans over the edge and looks around the grounds, still not seeing Bthm as he stares down at her. A strange color of pink cloth is wrapped around her body covering her waist and chest, her large hips something Bthm thinks wonderfully suited for any female. When she sighs heavily and turns to go back into the house, he makes his move. Bthm grabs her, gently mind you, by the arm and rushes into her room, closing the window behind him. She shrieks out loudly as she pushes her against the wall, one of his hands holding both of her above her head. Bthm grabs the knife from her and throws it to the ground. When the female start begging to be let go Bthm growls angrily at her, even though he was by no means angry, but it shut her up.

“You are Mercedes, yes?” He growls, the female looks deep into the wave lines of his cloak, finally realizing that he is Yautja.

“Yes.” Mercedes whispers.

“You have caused much embarrassment for me, Ooman.” Bthm smiles at her awestruck look.

“What are you talking about?”

“’I mean, I love the name Bthm. Bath Him. If he needs it I will offer to bath him.’” He repeats her words for all those cycles ago.

“Bthm?” Mercedes gasps his name and he laughs. Her eyes widen suddenly when Bthm turns off his cloak, his leopard print skin showing rather openly in his semi-casual wear. It is not like he thought he would need him Awu’asa. They are not here to hunt for Ooman trophies, and he is certainly not here to hunt for Ooman trophies…Of that sort.

“I have yet to hear the end of me having an Ooman admirer. Even caretaker Kella thinks it funny.” He hisses as he closes the distance between his mask and her face.

“She never lets that down for me either.” Mercedes laughs, Bthms skin shivers from the sound. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Bthm.” She bows her head.

“And so you should. But…you can make up for it.” He trills in laughter.

“How?” She nearly yells.

“Bathe me.” He says bluntly, Mercedes’ mouth drops. “Own up to your wants and get that idea from your brain, and allow me to live this down.” It is then that her features change into one he cannot read, it is hard distinguishing Ooman facial features.

“I should own up to ‘my’ wants. How about you Bthm?” Now he understands her face, self-satisfaction. “You would not be here simply to get me to own up to my words… do you want me to bathe you?” Suddenly he lifts her by her hands up the wall until she is at his true height, face to…mask. Bthm roars very loudly in her face, making her flinch, but also quiver, her whole body shaking suddenly. “I struck a cord I suppose. But I am right, aren’t I?”

“What if you are?” He tilts his head this way and that, looking at her odd features.

“Well, if I am…” She pauses to lick her lips nervously. “Then drop me and follow me.” She whispers. Bthm stills for a moment, it wasn’t often that he had such an odd offer. Slowly he lowers her to her feet and releases her hands. Mercedes sighs and rubs her wrists gently before swiftly walking away from him. Bthm stares at her as she walks towards two large doors, opaque glass between the wooden lines. She places her hands on both the long handles and opens them, but not all the way. “Well, are you coming?” She asks, her head looking behind her shoulder. Bthm has to note how calm she seems, almost to calm. Although as he tunes his mask, he finds her heart rate extremely high, the repeating pounds like music to him. With his affirmation that she is not as calm as she seems, Bthm starts to slowly walk to her, his head held high in superiority. Mercedes opens the doors and even he has to stop at the size and at the odd decorating. Everything colored pink, even the in-ground and rather large tub, it makes him think twice about what he is doing, but just for a second. When he suddenly hears a soft sound of water falling, Bthm looks to find her turning taps, a spout of silver shooting water. “I hope the temperature is alright.” She says out of the blue as she walks towards a door. Bthm slowly walks to the bath, actually surprised that if he sits it could take his height. He slides a hand under the water and sighs at the warmth. It was not as hot as he is used to but then again if she is to touching the water he does not wish it to injure her. He stands as Mercedes sets a pile of large, white, fluffy towels on a chair by the bath, some meant to dry, others to wash his skin.

“When can I enter the water?” Bthm asks in a low voice, staring at her almost glowing hair.

“When ever you want, you can put your stuff on that...” She answers and points to a long counter. Bthm turns and walks to it as he takes off his mask, setting it carefully down onto the mix of white and gray stone. “Do you want me to turn around?” Mercedes almost yells when he goes for him belt, the only other thing besides his loincloth that was clothing. But he just laughs at her, his mandibles clattering in amusement. He unclasps the rest of his garments, leaving him naked expect for his sandals, and places it all next to his mask. Bthm has to hold down a very enjoyable smile as he hears a loud gasp behind him. He slips out of his sandals and kicks them to the base of the counter then turns around, only to find her eyes shut tight as Mercedes stands by the bath.

“Oomans are so prudish.” He laughs out loud and starts for the nearly full bath. Bthm walks into the water, his clawed feet stretching on there own from the sudden change in temperature, and holds in a groan as his body shivers.

“Are you in?” Mercedes asks, still keeping making sure not to see all of him.

“I expect your eyes to be open as you fulfill your words, getting bathed by one with closed eyes is not a smart thing.” Bthm laughs as he rests against a wall of the tub. Mercedes opens one eye, and then the other to make sure that she can’t see anything to much. She sighs heavily when she grabs a white wash cloth and kneels down beside Bthm. Even though he is not look at her, he can feel her staring at his face, and is shocked at himself when he doesn’t mind it. She rings out some water and scoots closer, obviously timid, but Bthm can’t have any of that. In a move so fast that Mercedes had no chance of seeing, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her into the water. She screams loudly as she is up to her neck is underwater, but soon gets herself up, sitting on his legs.

“Why did you do that?” She yells as she looks at her hair, the bottom few inches soaked.

“It is stupid to think you can do a proper job while not being in the bath.” Bthm answers indifferently. But then the oddest thing happens. Mercedes shifts her body so she is straddling him high on his thighs, a daring move on her part. Bthm has to hold his leg back from pushing her off, not really knowing what Aja was talking about. The female seems so delicate that if he breathed on her wrong she would break. He wonders how Aja can deal with that odd fear. But Bthm rests easy as the loud, wild beating of her heart floods his ears, making him smile softly.

“Okay…” Mercedes breaths out as she gently grabs one of him arms and starts to tenderly circle the soft towel over his skin. Bthm stares hard at the female on his lap. Granted it is not like he has never had a female in this position before, but not only is she simply bathing him, but she is Ooman. However, he can see why what happened between he and the caretaker happened. The female is so soft, even to look at. Her hands, so softly gripping him, were so fragile to him and yet he is allowing then to touch him.

Mercedes moves up his arm to his shoulder and then swipes across his choler bone, her pinky finger ingeniously places beyond the end of the towel so she could feel him skin beneath it, something Bthm didn’t miss. She glides to his other am and washes it to his fingers, and then she remains there. For a reason unknown to him, Mercedes simply looks at his hand as it rests on hers, his claws poking her skin but without puncturing it. Bthm wiggles his fingers in her grasp gently, smiling as she flinches. Mercedes looks into his eyes for the first time and he trills, but he doesn’t know why. She drops his arm back into the water slowly then fidgets on his lap, moving closer to him. Bthm places his hands on the walls of the tub when he suddenly has an urge to grab her by those great hips. Mercedes starts stoking her chest with the cloth, under his pecks and then slowly down over his large, rippling abdominal muscles. But she pauses suddenly when she gets up his hips, and then she makes a decision. Mercedes moves the cloth over, her hand running onto his outer thigh and down to where her own legs are, unable to really go any further. She shifts again and does the same to the other legs but then does something that makes Bthms eyes widen. Her hand trails over his leg and to his inner thigh, and then a little upwards. The soft cloth, moving on its own because of the water, delicately glides over his member, enticing a sudden and deep purr from him, the water around him jumping from the vibrations. But nothing in his life has ever made him to grateful as when her hands moves away from his awaking shaft and up his torso again. Her other hand rests on his stomach and carefully traces a long scar, Bthm wishing she hadn’t done that. Tracing a scar of the opposite sex is in initiation to mate, but he will just have to let it go…for now.

“I have to go behind you now…” Mercedes whispers and stands. When she does however, the water tricking down her body, Bthm stares unwillingly at her breasts. Aja had said that they were…something else. But now, seeing them there, he agrees with him fully. She gets up and out of the tub and moves behind Bthm, her legs dangling over to one side. “Can you lean forwards...” She asks and he does, but oh how he wishes he hadn’t. Mercedes opens her legs so that as he leans back on is on each side of him, allowing her to get closer, but in that position her very thick scent of arousal makes Bthm groan loudly. His head falls but suddenly, but Mercedes doesn’t seem to notice the affect of what she has done. She dips the cloth into the water and places it over his large forehead, on of her hands resting on his brow so the water wouldn’t run into his eyes. But as she slowly slides the cloth backwards, most of her hand is on his head, the bumps and rivets of his skin stimulating her palm. Suddenly her body moves without saying so and her legs wrap around his chest, squeezing him. Bthm grabs her legs and rips them open, roaring as he stands and turns to her. Mercedes gasps out of fear, knowing that was she just did something very stupid. Bthm grabs her hands and pushes her back onto the floor as he leans down over her. She closes her eyes and turns her head to the side, waiting to be punished or something, but it doesn’t come. Only the hot, tickling breathe is felt on her neck. And then something else is felt…

Bthm pushes his hip down, his stiffened shaft hitting her stomach, and he groans at the pressure. He starts to flick and pinch her jaw with his mandibles, playing with her skin and persuading a very soft giggle from her. Mercedes wraps her legs around his waist, but being sure to be gentle, and rocks her hips upwards into him. Bthm purrs at her as she turns to face him, their eyes locking. Mercedes smiles widely, her eyes filling with mischief, and she laughs softly.

“I win.” She whispers.

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Authors Note: I know some may have wanted it to go father but…nah. I hope this was alright, I set it in only Bthms perception for an unknown reason. And I hope it was very yummy to read! And, as some may see as it is hinted, knowledge of Ajas and Kellas relationship does come on in ‘History’, what good love story doesn’t have a climactic part! But it’s what goes on leading up to it and after it I think you guys will love.And if you have forgotten, Mercedes and Kella had a beat about Mercedes mating with a Yautja or Kella getting hunted by Yautja and seeing who does first. So, she wins!

Maybe…Perhaps…Possibly…Probably…


I’ll be posting updates ASAP but that might not be for a few days, hope you like this and I think I will do it again when I have time!

E.M.