We're sat here at the clearing beside Rynn and Serena who are entirely too wrapped up in one another to even consider the existence of anyone else around them. I'm pretty sure the sky could fall and Rynn would barely notice as long as his mate is sat in his lap.
Mav and I are sat hip-to-hip, cross-legged on a soft patch of the strange white grass that grows here. He has his tail wrapped around my middle, the fluffy tuft making soft, stroking twitches against my rounding belly as his outstretched wing hovers over my head acting like a sun-shade since I'd complained I was feeling too hot.
I've got to admit, it's quite nice being doted on by the big guy, even if he can be a bit overbearing at times. Especially when he does that low, menacing warning growl at any males that get too close because they're curious about my ever-expanding baby-bump. In those instances though, I have to admit, I'm wetter than Splash Mountain.
And he knows it, too.
That damn man can scent me getting turned on, and I swear sometimes he does it on purpose. Then he'll give me a certain look and it's like I can hear his voice in my head;'can I help you with that, little female?'the voice will say, and even though I'm tempted by the imagined offer, I'll huff off and blame it on my hormones.
"Ah-Lanah, eat," Mavyx grumbles, picking up a small bunch of the sweet little nectar berries.
"I swear to God, Mav, if you start trying to hand-feed me, I'm going to bite a finger off."
Huffing through his nose, Mavyx reaches for my hand and turns it upright to deposit the nectar berries there. "Eat, then," he insists with a grunt.
I narrow my eyes. "Say please."
Mavyx's wings flare ever so slightly and he looks upward like he's praying to those Goddesses of his for the strength not to lose his temper. I can't help but smirk at his dramatic display. "For the love of Tribe and Temple, female," he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If you do not eat, you become wow-zy or-"
"Wow-zy?" I chuckle. "Do you mean woozy?"
"Or you become even more irritable than before," Mavyx finishes, the words grit out with a tight jaw, his skin-stars dancing maniacally at both temples.
I hand him back the nectar berries. "I thinkyou'rethe irritable one right now, Mavyx. Maybeyoushould eat something."
His tail tightens a fraction around my belly and there's a low rumbling growl coming from deep within his chest. "Ah-Lanah," he warns, his voice dripping with danger. How does he make my own name sound...like that?And I know what that warning is for. He's only trying to care for me like his stupid heart-stars are telling him to, and I'd agreed to this whole thing. There's also a subtle glint to his golden eyes that makes me think he's not above using that growl or that voice of his against me, too. He knows what it does to me and he knows he has the power to turn me on in an instant, even though I'd deny it if he were ever so bold as to claim such a thing out loud.
Still, I'm not one to back down from a threat.
"Say. Please."
He stares at me, and I stare right back. Our eyes are locked for a good while, neither one of us willing to back down. but then, Mavyx's gaze drops slowly down my face to my mouth where it lingers as he sucks in a breath through his nose before his eyes travel lower still. Lower, lower, lower they stroll, leisurely taking me in with my now worn and stretched pink pajama top almost busting open at the buttons across my belly. His tail gives another slow, stroking pass over my baby bump before Mavyx licks his lips and opens them like he's about to say something.
He's interrupted though. "Oh my God, have you guys seen this?" Tessa says as she walks up to our little foursome and sits herself down next to where Rynn still has hold of Serena in his lap. Tessa gestures wildly over to where Skye and Chastity are still over the other side of the clearing with the majority of the Trixikka males.
"I can't work out if it's cruel, or if I'm allowed to laugh," Bea says, closely following behind Tessa.
I squint my eyes and look over at the other two girls. They're surrounded by about fifteen of the huge, muscled aliens and they seem to be doing some sort of synchronized movement with their arms. It isn't until I hear their singing voices and witness them both wind their hips 'round and then jump to face a different direction that I figure out what's going on.
"Are they... are they teaching the Trixikka the Macarena?" I ask, a grin already forming on my lips before I fully ask the question.
"They've told them it's one of many'mating ritual dances of our people'," Tessa says. biting her lip, her face turning pink.
"One of many?" I laugh and look at Bea who is trying desperately to keep a straight face while Skye and Chastity can be heard singing'Hey, macarena!'in the background. "What are the others? The YMCA and the Cha-Cha Slide?"
Tessa and Serena both laugh and Bea rolls her eyes. But even in her exasperation, she looks just as amused as the other girls. We watch the gaggle of seven-foot-tall, winged barbarians trying to master the dance with arms outstretched to the beat of Skye and Chastity's clapping hands and almost passable Spanish singing, along with their swiveling hips at the right moments in the dance.
"Is this..." Mavyx starts, gesturing to the dance, "...thingimportant to your people?" he asks in a low voice while we witness Chastity and Skye having the group of males absolutely eating out of their hands.
I chuckle and flash a raised brow at him. "Would you perform it for me if it was?"
Mavyx's gaze goes back to where the Trixikka cross their arms over their chests in unison. He narrows his eyes and the tip of his tail flicks lightly against my belly.
"This is cruel," Bea laments, but even as she whines, her amusement still shows on her face. "It's bad enough getting gifted pots of their... sparkly...stuffall the time. But those poor guys are going to think they can woo a woman by making her watch him Nae Nae or something."
"Should I be learning these movements for you, my mate?" Rynn coos at Serena and it makes her giggle in that flirty way as he nips playfully at her neck.
"Um, no," she chuckles, "but maybe I'll teach you to slow dance one day. I'd like that."
