Redux Vol1 Ch3: Interruptions

It took quite some time for everything to be explained, but Jack finally got his situation. Long story short Hisra, was an alien, one of a race known as the Trilska. The Trilska was a race that could mate with any other intelligent race of alien, including humans. However, there was a catch, they could only ever have one mate, due to the fact that once they had chosen they bound their very soul and life energy to that mate. They would die if the one they were bound to died consequently, it made them a very clingy race.

In the past some race named the Naa had waged a war against the Trilska, well them and the rest of the galaxy. From what Hisra said it was a two hundred year war that drained resources and the Naa had resorted to more unhonorable attacks, including terrorist attacks on civilian populations when the war had come to a stalemate. As a result, the Trilska as a people had started wearing armor at practically all points in time. Father's gave sons-in-law's armor, as protecting the son-in-law's life was also protecting the daughters. And as such clothing took on a different meaning in that culture. If you were to give clothing to a person, you were telling them they did not need to be guarded around you, that there was no need. As such it had become somewhat of a tradition for prospective groom to give a woman a set of clothing as a sign of engagement.

"So, you never really wanted to propose to me?" she opened her eyes wide, tears started to gather in her eyes and she seemed to curl in on herself. Jack was in the middle of trying to explain to Hisra that the shirt he had given her was not really a engagement proposal in his culture and that he shouldn't be expected to know the traditions of a culture he had never even known existed up to an hour ago. It simply a shirt he had felt she needed to cover up what he thought was much too revealing clothing. "But we are already bound, and, and!" there was tears running down her face silently as she looked down and curled in on herself even further. Before long she had her knees up to her chest and was rocking back and forth, her tail wrapped around her knees and upper torso like she was giving herself a massive hug to comfort herself.

"No, no listen to me-" he looked at Hisra as she rocked there back and forth sobbing silently to herself. He sighed and thought about the situation, it was not as he would have done it, not how human beings did things like this, but it was done. By her explanation they were now tied to each other with their very souls, meaning there was no way to sever the connection without killing either of them. There was nothing he could do about that, it was what it was, and making her feel bad was not going to help anything. This situation was much like an arranged marriage from the past or something along those lines, and if people in the past could deal with it, then so could he. But then there was the reality of the situation, he knew next to nothing about her as a person, he was going to have to change that. "Let me explain, it's not what you think, no, I didn't know that that was how your people propose, but seeing as it is done now and there is no going back shouldn't we make the most of this?" Her rocking slowed a little, and she looked up at him with big liquid blue eyes. "In my culture, a proposal is done with a ring, I don't currently have the money for a ring, but I will save up for one ok?" he leaned over and lifted up her chin forcing her to make eye contact with him.

"Your right," She nodded, "It was a misunderstanding, and one that was my fault, I am sorry for forcing this situation on you, can you forgive me?" She asked. Looking up at him with large puppy eyes.

"It has already been done," he nodded to her and her smile was like the sun after the rain. Before he could react she threw herself at him. Wrapping not only her arms and legs around him but also the tail she caused him to fall back onto the futon, which protested under both of their weight. Originally it wasn't intended to be anything more than a hug, but as she looked down at him underneath her a blush started to creep into her cheeks and her breathing hitched slightly. It was clearly no longer a simple hug anymore, and with the adrenalin still coursing through his veins from the fight, and now this excitement he felt it overwhelming his better reasoning. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her own and felt her gasp into his mouth. The gasp turned into a moan and he swallowed it, turning his head sideways to get deeper access to her mouth as his tongue invaded. When they pulled apart it was only to catch their breath, and a thin strand of saliva hung between them for a brief second. He worked an arm free of her embrace and cupped the side of her face, before sliding his hand down to her collarbone, and then lower...

"But my father is nearby!" She protested weakly, and it was indeed a weak protest as even with her alien eyes he could still see the heat and desire in them. He snorted; if he was going to be forced to be engaged you better believe he was going to take full advantage of all the benefits. He leaned forward and placed his mouth near her ear.

"That makes it all the more exciting doesn't it?" He whispered, and gently pulled at her earlobe with his lips, which caused a full body shudder of pleasure in her as he did so. Her breathing was still hitching, maybe from the sobbing, and maybe from the excitement of the situation, he didn't know nor did he really care. With slightly unsteady hands he moved to remove her clothes, only to have them dematerialize right before his eyes. It was a slight disappointment, as he was looking forward to undressing her himself, but it was nothing so crucial to cause more than a slight furrow of his eyebrows. In a flash of light she was once again naked in front of him, and he got a good chance to look at her body, well a decent chance as she was still wrapped around him, it was a good enough chance for him though.

Her skin was like his, perhaps a little lighter, but the texture was the same. She didn't have a single hair anywhere on her body except on her head and a small blue patch between her legs, which looked like she kept trimmed and neat. He reached up and passed his hand over her light silver-blue nipple; another shudder ran through her body again. His hand kept passing down her skin, down to her stomach, where he started to trace the strange symbols on the flat of her stomach before moving lower, down towards her...

A loud crash sounded in the bedroom doorway. Both of them had been so preoccupied that they had forgotten to shut the door. There standing in the doorway was Jean, eyes wide at the two entangled in each other's arms, both in different states of undress. Jack and Hisra froze in place, like deer caught in headlights, it had only lasted for a second before Jack moved, rolling quickly to the side he pushed the two of them off the bed and onto the floor on the far side away from Jean, pulling a blanket off the top to cover them both. It was not simply to cover their nakedness, but also to hide Hisra's tail. He didn't think Jean had seen that, she seemed to have been focused on his face, but it wasn't worth risking.

The loud crash had been a plastic bag that was full of food and cans, groaning to himself Jack realized exactly what Jean had been planning. She was going to surprise him and show up and cook, she had done that before, only to walk into a scene like this. This is what he got for being too eager...

"I-I" a few tears started to form in her eyes, she didn't finish her words before she turned on her heels and fled out the door in a flash, not even bothering to pick up the food she had dropped. Hisra, grabbed Jack's face by either side and turned him down to look at her again.

"Who was that girl?" she asked, there was a definite hardness to her voice, that question had an edge so sharp it could cut stone.

"Co-worker"

"Just a co-worker?"

"Just a co-worker, and a friend, she has come over and eaten with me a few times, watched some movies, you know hung out."

"Is that so?" Her voice was tight, and her eyes narrowed to mere slits. Due to the nature of the connection Trilska had with their bond mates they were naturally more protective and jealous. Before he could answer there was another loud noise and this time when they both looked over it was her father, an expression of rage on his face and his chest rising and falling with exaggerated movements.

"What exactly do you think you are doing to my daughter?" He growled, in a deep menacing voice.

"For fuck's sake," Jack sighed.