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Humans in Space: Suggestive Sparring (3)

Fighting can relieve or sexual tension between the right people. Humans are known to be especially sexual and aggressive - likely for a reason.

*I’ve never written a Scottish accent before. I’m so American and I am so sorry.*

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Human-Erin avoided me again. Which was easy as I did indeed have the first patrol after breakfast and she had other duties. Perhaps she wasn’t avoiding me and I was avoiding her again. Or it was possible I was overthinking. Suggestion is just implication. And implication is not reality. I will say, though, that I felt largely uncertain about how convinced I was that I had been simply reading too much on Human mating habits for my own good.

Near the end of my shift, Human-Marcus came running up to me, a panicked look on his face.

“Is there an emergency, Human-Marcus?”

“You’re damn right there is.” He pointed a finger at me sternly. “Where arr me fooking earbuds?” He had over-exaggerated the urgency of his situation and he regularly over-exaggerated the “-r” sound. I was told it’s because he’s “Scottish” but Human-Lucia also emphasized “-r” and I was told it’s because she’s “Spanish”. I preferred her “-r”s over his.

I found his earbuds in my uniform pants’ pockets and handed them to him. He was not satisfied.

“Is something wrong now, Human-Marcus?”

“Yeah. What’s up with yer neck?”

I had forgotten to treat my wounds before retiring for the night. It had stopped bleeding and the aching had been dull to begin with - so I simply forgot about it.

“Oh. A Human bit me last night. Is that not a Human fighting technique?”

“Wha? Ah mean ah guess so. It depends on the person bu’ it’s no’ really me thing. No’ in the fighting sense at least. Who bit ye?”

“Human-Erin.”

“Interesting.”

“Why is that?”

“Oh she doesn’t bite anyone in a fight.”

“She was losing.”

“No. That’s no’ why.” I cocked my head to the side and raised an ear.

“Oh well, way back when we were seniors in high school… nevermind.”

I didn’t know what a “high school” was and I wasn’t sure what a “senior” was in that case either, but I inferred that the former was a facility for higher education and a senior was of a higher rank or age than other students.

“What?”

“Ah’ll say just this much: for Erin - and a great number of other Humans - biting is not a sign of aggression, but still provocation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ah’m gonna let ye figure tha’ out on yer own. Ah’m needed in the med-bay anyway.” With that, he turned on his heel and ran away, turning back only briefly to thank me for returning his earbuds.

…

This time, I sought out Human-Erin. I stood between her and the door to her quarters. She looked up at me with a raised “eyebrow” and sighed.

“Don’t tell me you’re here for a rematch because I forgot to stretch and I’m really sore right now.”

“That is not why I’m here.”

“Oh, okay. What’s up?”

“This,” I hooked a claw into the collar of my uniform shirt and gently pulled it away from my neck, bowing down so she may see my injury better.

“Oh… Oh! I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. My adrenaline was kicking and-” Her face grew darker yet again, her eyes kept looking at and looking away from the space where one of my many scales used to be.

“What does it mean?”

“And I just- What?” Her eyes stopped and focused on me.

“You bit me.”

“Riight.” Her eyes narrowed and that right “eyebrow” rose again, higher this time.

“Human-Marcus informed me that you, specifically you, do not bite with aggressive intent.”

“So?”

“With what intent did you bite me?” As juvenile as it felt, what I really meant to ask was “Why me? Why am I the exception?”

She stopped looking at me and said nothing for a solid six Terran seconds. “Um well, it, uh, it was just a, uh, heat of the moment thing.” Heat of the moment indeed - she reminded me of my burns.

“And why did you burn me?”

“I what??”

“My wrists…” I took her chin in two fingers - having retracted my claws - and held my other wrist up to her. “You burned them with just the heat of your body. Why?”

She said nothing, her eyes trained on my wrist - the wrist I held at her face level which was, as I stood, only a bit below mine. Her skin darkened and I could feel the blood rush from her heart to her face - how hot it was and how fast it moved. It was burning my fingers - and I enjoyed it. She felt her temperature’s sudden increase and took my hand in hers to pull it off her face. I squeezed her jaw as gently as I could, dropping my other wrist so I could look into her eyes.

“Why did you burn me?”

“I didn’t even know I could burn you.” She wasn’t looking at me.

“Look at me. Uh, please.” She looked up at my eyes hesitantly, her skin burning hotter by the moment. “You’re burning me right now. Why are you doing it? Why are you so hot?” I had it in my knowledge that Humans changed temperature due to internal influences - not unlike those from the planet Exsag - and the influences were either strong emotions or illness. She did not seem particularly unwell and I still struggled to read Human emotions.

“Before I answer, I feel like I should answer your first question. I bit you because, uh, I was trying to provoke you. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me but I just-”

“Why would you provoke me? What would I be provoked to do?” She visibly struggled to maintain eye-contact with me and the blood in my hand was warming to the blood in her face.

“I… God this is so embarrassing… You… Well, you *excited* me when you pinned me down and I just kinda… I reacted how I would to a partner pinning me down. I guess I thought the spar was gonna turn uh… I thought it was gonna take a different direction.”

“What different direction?”

“Please don’t make me spell it out.” 

I heard footsteps coming down the corridor and whipped around, hiding Human-Erin between myself and the door for no particular reason other than to keep our conversation private. My hand fell from her jaw so that I could catch myself on the door. I lowered my head some more, my mouth level with her ear, and whispered. I heard her breath hitch.

“What different direction?”

I heard her sigh and almost feared for my scales before I realized she hadn’t moved her head to respond in kind. She exhaled again and whispered, not directly to me, but not to anyone else:

“Fuck.”

La Buse, drow paladin of the Ancients