Domik
Despite being so tall that he almost hit his head on the bathroom ceiling, he enjoyed the shower. Hot water beat down on his back from the shower rose. Grabbing one of the floral scented bottles, he looked at it suspiciously before shrugging and squirting the liquid into his hand.
He reached up and lathered his hair, running his hands through the long strands.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a proper haircut. Every few weeks, he took to the sides with clippers, preferring the shorn feeling around his ears. The long, dark top part he braided tightly to his head to not get in the way during battle, but now it hung loose and wet, reaching part way down his back.
CJ’s hair was the opposite of his, short and blond, whereas his was long and dark. He wondered if hers was as soft as it looked. He bent to rinse the soap from his hair and lathered his skin, running his hands over his thickly muscled arms.
Do I appear monstrous to her?
Domik knew he was inhumanly large, standing head and shoulders over even the tallest of the humans—man or woman. CJ didn’t even reach his shoulder, and she towered over Krystal, who was the smallest human Domik had met.
He cut the water off and stepped out of the shower, groaning as he reached for a towel that wasn’t there. In the rush to get away from CJ, showing far too much skin in her own tiny towel, he had left it in the bedroom.
He heard a gasp from the bedroom and spun to look through the open door. He froze. CJ was standing with her back to him. Her towel pooled around her feet. Naked.
Well, almost naked. She was dressing, and he should look away, but he was transfixed. The light from the torch danced across her skin, lighting the swell of her ass and casting shadows across the dip of her spine. Two little dimples at the base of her spine drew his eyes.
She was gorgeous.
His cock swelled at the sight of her exposed skin; the lean length of her legs graceful as she frantically shifted from foot to foot.
“Fuck,” she said, struggling with whatever it was she was trying to don.
What is that?
Domik could no more watch her struggle than he could have abandoned her on the spaceship to die. Before he knew what he was about, he strode into the room and lifted the shirt up.
“What are you doing?” She gasped, throwing her hands over her naked body and glaring at him over her shoulder as she curled over herself, trying to hide from him.
As if those hands could hide all that he found enticing. He chuckled, forgetting for a moment his promise to not smile, one side of his lips tilting in a grin.
She froze, staring at his lips, and he pressed them together.
“Twice,” she breathed, still staring at his mouth. “That’s twice you’ve smiled.”
He shook his head, one eyebrow lifted. “That wasn’t a smile.”
“Oh, yes it was.” She smirked then, remembering she was naked, scowled again. “Give me that.” She made a grab for the shirt.
Domik held it open and lifted it over her head. “Arms up.”
She glared at him again, but turned her back and did as he asked. Domik slowly lowered the shirt over her hands, closing his eyes and breathing in her scent.
She smelled like clean woman. Like peace and contentment. She smelled like home.
He snapped his eyes open.
You’re everything to me, Clodagh. But what am I to you?
Her head appeared through the neck hole of the garment, slipping to bare one shoulder, the hem settling around her mid-thigh. She tugged at the hem, but turned to look at him. “You’re soaking wet.”
He looked down at his chest, and she followed his gaze, gasping as she caught sight of his now straining cock. Domik was not ashamed of his nudity, but going by her reaction, thought it best to cover up. He bent down to grab the towel that she had dropped, still pooled around her feet. He paused as he grabbed it and looked up at her. “I forgot a towel.”
She nodded. “Ah, yes… you did.” She swallowed, jerking her eyes away to stare up and over his shoulder, unfocused.
He stood, holding the towel in front of him to hide his now almost fully engorged dick, the heavy weight of it bouncing as he stood. He pushed it against his stomach, sticky pre cum leaking onto the towel. Turning to return to the bathroom to give CJ some space, her hand gripped his forearm. He looked down; her neat nails little half-moons on his bronzed skin.
