But my comrades were also right that my ruts were getting worse and it was taking longer to get over them. And being gone was a strain on my unit. Something I never wanted to be. Since the galaxy went silent, my unit was all I had.
Except now, I guess, I have a human. What was I thinking?
Village 22, where I reside, is half a cycle transport from Headquarters. I couldhave made the journey yesterday and been present when the ships landed, but I hadn't wanted to disrupt the schedule more than I had to.
This was a terrible idea. But it is too late, and I'm stuck with the human for the foreseeable future. Once the trial period ends, I'll just explain to her I've changed my mind and it isn't a good fit. Then I'll send her on her way. There has to be another answer to my ruts.
It's not that I don't like the human. Rosie is amusing, and I've taken great pleasure in our communication. If she is as fun in real life as she is via messaging, we'll do okay for her time here.
I'm almost looking forward to a rut. Which is not something I've ever experienced before. But it's been a long while since I've sated my need on someone else. There is only so much pleasure one can derive from themselves.
The mid-day sun is high as I pull into Headquarters and make my way to the human waiting area. They are here. I can hear the chatter of female voices, but I can't make out the words. At first, I think my translator implant has failed butthen I realize there is too much going on for it to translate properly.
Already my head hurts. Does Rosie talk this much? I hope not. I do not want a house full of chatter. Having her there will already be disruptive enough.
I check in at the desk and enter the offices, ready to find my human and leave. Again, we could stay the night at Headquarters, but I want to be home in my own bed. It makes me anxious to be away from my post for so long.
Scanning over the crowd, I spot her immediately. She looks exactly like the photos she sent, perhaps a bit fluffier with a less defined shape. Which is a shame. I am rather fond of the shape she had. Her hair is long and light as it hangs around her shoulders. Her round face is pulled down into a frown as she looks at something on her table.
She doesn't notice me as I reach her table. Instead, she maintains her focus on the pad in front of her. It's filled with black markings of some sort. Drawing? Writing? I am not certain.
"Hello Rosie." The human jumps and whips her head up to look at me. Then hereyes go down. There's a long moment where she looks me over before her eyes meet mine again. This time they're hot.
Interesting.
Chapter 7
Rosie
Rexus is a male of few words. Very few. Like, maybe a couple of dozen words during the multi-hour trip from the landing pad to his home. At first, I'd tried to make conversation.But he was having none of it.
Well, he had said no relationship and no feelings. I guess I didn't think that meant no talking either. I roll my eyes and turn my focus back to the scenery. If you can call it that.
I'd much rather stare at Rexus himself, but he'd told me to stop doing that hours ago. He was tall, well over six feet. He was nearly as broad as I am round, but his size is all lean muscle. He wears a pair of low-slung brown pants and a black leatheryjacket. His chest is bare under the jacket, and it shows off exactly how jacked he is. And every inch of him is covered in scales.
His head is very reptilian, which seemed strange when I first saw his picture, but it oddly suits him. As does the short tail that stops about his knees. I wonder how much control he has over that tail…
I stop thinking about the male next to me and focus outside the window. The planet is mostly flat and brown. Hard dirt with mounds here and there where I imagine the mines are. We pass a number of villages but do not slow down or stop in any of them. I have the vague impression of brown and grey and glass and nothing else. It's far less exciting than I expected.
I have a million questions I'd like to ask, but I don't bother trying to ask Rexus. He has two modes: clipped answers or grunts. Neither of which are very helpful, and the former just pisses me off.
If I wanted an asshole who didn't want to talk to me, I could have dated any man back on Earth. This male's dicks better live up to my expectations, is all I gotta say.
The sun has gone down by the time we pull up to a gated village. We're wavedthrough the gates and only traverse inside for a short time before he pulls into some sort of garage.
"Is this it?" I ask, unable to help myself. He grunts, and I want to stab him with my pen. He opens the top of the transport and jumps out with an agility that annoys me. More when it kind of turns me on.
I don't move. There's no way I can hop out like that, and I don't know how the door works. Rexus sighs but comes to open the side for me. I reach for my bags, but he gets to them first, lifting both suitcases and my large duffel bag with an ease that sends my pulse fluttering.
"There are no multi-room domiciles available at the moment. I was able to get you a domicile on my floor so you'll be nearby but have you own space." I'm a little shocked at the idea of having my own space. I hadn't put much thought into sleeping arrangements but figured if I was there to fuck, we'd probably share a bed.
I guess not.
I have questions that need answers, but I don't push him as he leads me from the garage into the building and into a sleek lift that takes us up to the third floor.There are two units on the floor, so it would just be us. That was something, I guess.
"That's me," He points to the left of the lift before turning us to the door on the right. It's a sliding door with a panel. He keys something in and then lifts my hand to the plate. It warms under my touch before beeping quietly and sliding open with a small whoosh.
"This is your domicile." I walk inside, not at all sure what to expect. It certainly isn't the outrageously pink, grey, and glass space I'm facing. It's just…so much pink.
