CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

- Bren

She wants to know why?

I don’t even know why.

Well, I do. I’ve seen her in my daily reflections and I’m curious. She has a marking on her arm. Certainly, if that is on this tiny, female human, it is fate. I’ve never had a visionary reflection like this.

In our history’s past, they weren’t uncommon. They were normal, even necessary. But we aren’t that race any longer. Our nano technology changed us all long ago.

I know it’s a bad idea, but the pull I feel towards her is undeniable. I can’t help but push. “I want to see you without them. Your skin?” Her mouth drops open a bit as her eyes get wide. That looks like fear. Ah, so that is what her fear smells like. That is not what I have been smelling on her though.

“No! I’m not taking off my clothes right now.” Her face is turning an incredible color. Red. Her fear is turning into anger now.

I need to change this. Assure her. “Why? Why won’t you take off your clothes right now?” Slowly, I move forward and sit on the edge of the sleeping platform. She’s within reach.

“Because it isn’t proper.” She’s relaxing a bit as I lean back on the bed on my arms, feigning nonchalance.

“It’s not proper to take off your clothes in your bedroom?” This English isn’t so bad, and my language download has done a great job at lining up our words. She understands everything I’ve said so far.

“It’s not proper unless you are going to clean up in the bathroom or change to go to bed. I don’t have anything to change into.” Her hands flutter towards the bathroom before she starts wringing them in front of herself.

Now she is making excuses.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll find you something to wear? Do you need me to show you how to use anything in the facility?” This relaxes her some more. I can almost taste the smell of her fresh scent returning to the normal alluring flavor she seems to give off naturally.

She walks into the facility room and looks around. “Is there water in here?” She sounds surprised again.

Standing, I move to lean across the door frame. “Yes, of course. Do you need me to turn it on?”

“Yes please!” She’s excited and claps her hands a few times as I go through the motions and show her how to turn the spray on and off. She smiles at me and I can’t define what I feel from it. All I know is that I want to make her do it more.

“I don’t have any oils for your skin after.” I don’t know why I’m saying this. I’ll get her some if she wants, but I don’t want her to turn into the pampered and entitled females I’ve dealt with all my life.

“Don’t worry about that! It’s been a year since I’ve had a decent shower. Thank you so much.” I freeze as she hugs me before pushing me back towards the door. She can’t move me, but after my brain restarts, I begrudgingly move out of the room. I’ll give her a couple minutes, but she can’t keep me out.

She shuts the door and I hear her taking off her clothes and moving into the water spray.

Quickly, I pull a shirt from home out of my drawer and then walk into the bathroom. I can’t see her through the opaque water shield, but she immediately cries out. “What are you doing in here?”

“I’ve brought your clothes and I’ll take your dirty ones away.” I switch them quickly before walking out to throw her old clothes in the trash. The smell of fear along with other unidentifiable odors makes it an easy decision. She needs to be in my clothes now. I don’t know why I feel that way, but it makes total sense. I don’t have to tell her that right now. Not yet.

Unfastening my crew suit, I throw it in the cleaning unit before quickly returning to the facilities.

The warm, humid air hits my skin and breathing it in, I smell her intoxicating scent. Incredible.

My entire body is tingling. This is how I felt in my daily reflections—only times one hundred. It’s as if joy has become a living entity and entered my body. Exhilaration seems to sing in my veins.

It’s her. Somehow, being with her is causing this reaction. I don’t understand it, but now that we are in the same room together, I never want to be apart.

My cock is vibrating softly too. It’s thicker than I’ve ever seen it and as I gently grasp and stroke it, it twitches in my hand. It feels incredible but all I really want is for her to do that. He seems to know something is different more than I do.

Shaken, I stare at myself in the reflecting glass above the sink. She calls this a mirror. The random thought distracts me, and I realize that my life is now entirely out of my hands.

Petrified now, I start running through the clues. Visions in my reflections, tingling head to toe, the undeniable attraction I feel for her. These are all attributes in the myths for mating pull.

Instead of entering the shower with her, I wrap a drying cloth—towel?—around my waist and sit down to wait for her to come out.

Her soft murmurs and chatter in her language along with moans of joy only make me tingle more. I want to leave but physically, it seems impossible.

Mentally unthinkable too. I sit in a daze and try to breathe slowly, reflecting on what I’m feeling. It’s hard to think. Hard to process with my body screaming.

I drop my head to concentrate, clasping my hands tightly in my lap. Fine red lines trail from my fingertips up my arms in a symmetrical pattern. The markings on my arms and chest seem even more detailed than I noticed earlier this morning.

Astounding!

Abruptly, the water cuts off and she opens the door to the wash area.

Hot, steamy air flows out, and she spots me at once. I stare at her. Drinking in her naked form has me stunned. She’s more incredible than any of my visions.

The baggy suit she removed to wash herself hid her form, making her appear round and shapeless, but she has a beautiful hourglass figure with larger breasts than I’ve ever seen before on a female. I’d never considered whether this would be attractive to me. Does it matter?

Will I ever have a choice? Why torture yourself with considerations that will never be options?

Mute, I hold up the drying wrap in front of me, so she has to come to me for it.

She tries to grab it from my hands but I hold firm, and pull her to me as I wrap it around her.

I can’t speak as a symphony of sensations crash into me on all sides.

I don’t want to cover her. I want to touch her, but this may be the only way.