"Do you want my waste?" I have used that to track animals, and it reveals what an animal has been eating.
"No…maybe. The animals I study don't talk back. You're an alien man. Although, as this is your planet, I am the alien. What I'm trying to say is you're a person and this is kind of wrong. However, a human doctor would be no better for the job because they only ever study humans. At least I have studied loads of different animals. Even some that live here. Although they've always been dead. I haven't been allowed to keep any alive ones yet."
Everything she says only reinforces that I am a caged beast. The first one she has kept. And she doesn't seem thrilled about it.
She draws in a breath and stares at the wall past my head. "Which is to say I would like a sperm sample."
I'm silent for several heartbeats as I digest the translation. "How do you take that from a dead animal?"
She lifts the metal stick she stuck into my arm. "Into the testicles. Do you have testicles? Um…" her gaze drops to my groin. "I mean, from what I've seen of the animals on this world, you seem to have similar body parts."
"Your sister found my brother's body parts quite enjoyable."
"Can we not talk about my sister and your brother?"
"Why?"
Her cheeks turn pink again. "Are you considered small or big for your kind?"
I grin, my cheeks pulling tight. "Are you referring to my height or my mating equipment?"
Chloe stares at me with her mouth open.
I un-knot the laces on the front of my pants. "I'm happy to show you…for your science."
"No, it's fine. I don't need to see. I'll grab you a container and you can, um…give me a sample when you feel up to it." Her eyes widen.
"I can give you the sample now. But I'd much prefer it if you took it." After all she took every other sample.
"What do you mean?" Her cheeks darken as though she understands exactly what I mean.
I run my palm over the very obvious ridge in my pants. "You can help get the sample without jabbing that stick in my balls."
I want to feel her hands on my meq. And I'm sure she's thinking about it from the way she's looking at me, and the way she smells of desire along with the rapid beat of her heart.
"I think I prefer dealing with dead animals," she mumbles, though still loud enough for the whisperer to pick up.
I laugh. I can't help it. "If I were dead, this wouldn't be any fun. And I wouldn't be able to answer your questions. You want things from me, and I would like something in exchange."
She has my blood and my hair and my skin. Is it too much to ask that if she wants it, she must also take my spill?
"I am not jerking you off." She holds out another clear container. This one is bigger than the skinny ones for the blood.
I rub my hand over my meq. It's hard as though even talking about spilling is enough. Perhaps it is her scent. Edilk found her sister appealing. And from what I gathered they fit together well.
"Fine, you can hold the jar."
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CHLOE
Idon't want to hold the jar…
But I do want to observe and that has nothing to do with science. Only a bit. I want to learn what is in his pants, but I'm also curious. Obviously, it's something Sabine liked. A part of me struggles to believe that my sister would rather have an alien husband than return to the colony.
Not that the colony wanted her to return.
And what will they do with me since I know about aliens, and will soon know as much as Sabine? Will the colony try to get rid of me?
