Vegeta considered aborting their mission entirely as he realized the woman was leading him to her bedroom. It wasn't that he didn't want to be in her bedroom. He wanted to be on his knees, on his back, in her shower, on her, in her territory. It was his fear that he'd beg and plead for her to just take pity and fuck him that made him consider fleeing. Because he wanted more than a pity fuck. He wanted so badly to be her mate. He wanted to cover every inch of every entrance to her room in his scent so no other males would come near it. He snorted derisively, not that the fucking ridiculous, weakling human males would even be able to detect Vegeta's territorial markings. They could barely smell their own shit.
"You okay over there, Vegeta? Doing a lot of scowling and snorting. We don't have to go to the library, but I…I think you'll like it."
"My snorts are unrelated. Carry on."
"What?"
"Let's go already!" Vegeta snapped, and wanted to facepalm. Apparently the mellow aftereffects of his orgasms had already subsided. They were still walking at a good clip. He sounded like a fucking maniac. Why couldn't he keep his head around her? He'd never had this trouble in the past when he'd been sexually interested in someone. Perhaps it was just how long he'd gone without seducing or courting or fucking. He'd basically been a recluse for near on four years. No wonder he acted like a complete fucking idiot.
"Jeez, I thought you were in a better mood today. You don't need to yell. We are going. I'm not as fast as you, but feel free to throw me over your shoulder like a caveman and zip off to my room like an internal—"
Vegeta was so relieved that he wouldn't have to plod along anymore that he interrupted her, slung her over his shoulder, and they were at the door to her room in seconds. He set her down, indulging in a big sniff of her delectable pre-heat scent. She was usually in heat about forty-eight hours. Gods, he could get hard just breathing near her. His eyelids fell shut and he opened his mouth to flehmen. Yes, he scented that she would probably be in heat by that evening. That might necessitate preventative action prior to their flying lesson. Though perhaps she'd be sick of him after this little adventure and would cancel their evening meeting.
"Whoa, okay, I didn't actually mean that," she said as he set her down.
Vegeta's eyes widened and he ground his teeth. "Then why the fuck did you say it?" he snarled. Humiliating. Why hadn't he mastered the subtle differences in modes of human speech?
She laughed and patted his cheek. "Silly man. I was kidding. I was making a joke that you're just…more animal…than most people. Not in a bad way, or anything. You just…you just do things differently."
"Do you mean not in absurd and inefficient ways?" Vegeta said and crossed his arms tightly.
"Something like that, you grump," she said and opened her door.
Vegeta's eyes widened. First of all, her room had the delightful, unshowered, unlotioned, untampered with scent of her actual skin. It was thick with the scent of her. His head lolled back and he groaned, "Fucking hell."
When he recovered and put his head back on straight to visually assess her quarters he noted that he'd upset her in some way. She recovered her voice as her eyebrows shot up and she said, "What the hell was that?"
"Nothing of consequence. Why are we in your bedroom? Did you get ideas from seeing my prick earlier?" Vegeta said, his lip curling up in a smirk as he met her glittering turquoise eyes.
They sparkled as she adjusted into what he thought of as her battle stance. She poked him in the chest and said, "You wish, mister, you'd have to do more than flash your…your…"
Oh, Vegeta liked that. He'd flustered her again. "Cock is the word you're groping for, woman," he purred and canted his head to the side, not backing up as she pushed on his sternum.
"Yeah, that. That. Godsdamnit! That was an accident! I didn't mean to see you naked! I was trying to help you since you seem to hate human clothing."
"It is overly complicated. So many fasteners. Why isn't everything simply stretchy and fitted?" Vegeta said, genuinely curious, and as he'd grown more accustomed to speaking his baffled questions to the woman, he wondered if she knew the answer to this one.
"That's a really good question. I dunno. Stretchy stuff is comfortable. Fashion is pretty weird, right?"
"It does seem an enormous waste of resources to expend so much currency and thought on how to cover your genitalia and deal with the local climate," he said amiably. He appreciated that she could at least understand his point of view despite the fact that she adhered to all the humans' bizarre customs surrounding attire.
The woman didn't back away from him. She stood where she'd engaged in her little skirmish, although he regretted that she wasn't poking him anymore. She held his eyes. She said, "I just wanted to show you my library in case you want to try out something besides my mother's filth."
"Why do you call it that? Do humans truly think sex and sexual pleasure are filthy? What a depressing attitude. Two bodies enjoying each other is quite lovely. There's little better in life than fucking or fighting," Vegeta said, back to being irritated. His chances of getting the woman even to pity-fuck him seemed small if she really felt that way about sex.
"No, um, well. Huh. Sometimes you throw me off, Vegeta. I guess you're right, it's not…not filthy—"
"Yet you refer to the verbal description of sex as garbage and trash and filth. Who have you been having sex with that you have this impression of fucking? Obviously no one has screwed you properly if that's how you feel about it," Vegeta said, searching her eyes. Had that weakling given her no pleasure while courting her? Surely even if the strictly reproductive act of putting a cock in a pussy was off-limits for women who weren't trying to become pregnant, all the myriad other ways of experiencing sexual pleasure couldn't be? Vegeta wanted to ask. Did he dare? He supposed he'd already groaned about her scent while in her bedroom, there wasn't much farther to fall.
But she interrupted him and screeched, "You asshole! Just because I don't want to read…shitty porn…doesn't mean I don't, um, that I haven't been, you know…" The fire in her words was quickly smothered by what Vegeta assumed was a fairly depressing realization about the quality of lovers she'd had.
Vegeta felt defensive on behalf of his books as he said, "It's not all shitty. There's plenty of excellently crafted, detailed, and arousing descriptions of sex in all its various forms. Of course some of your mother's collection are poorly done, as with any form of Earth entertainment, there is a wide range of quality. Perhaps if you read more of my trash you'd have a better time fucking."
She growled at him and her little hands balled into fists. He raised his eyebrows. He wasn't sure he'd ever made her this mad. He liked it. He hoped she was going to slap him. He'd seen that in Earth entertainment as the way women sometimes expressed their displeasure with males they were considering as sexual prospects. She bit out, "Vegeta, you should not talk to people about what they do in the bedroom."
"I take it you do not like talking about sex in your bedroom?" he asked, arching a brow at her.
"No! That isn't…grr…oooo, you just…you just…I hate when you say shit that sounds perfectly reasonable when it…it…" She trailed off, took a long breath, which filled Vegeta with hope. Was she scenting him as she had the night before? Her eyes squeezed shut and she continued, "You don't get to comment on my personal life."
"Why?" Vegeta asked. No sense stopping his series of idiotic questions at this point.
"Because!" the woman shouted.
"Because that pathetic weakling was not a good lover?" Vegeta offered, wondering if this would bring the necessary slap. Men who got slapped in Earth entertainment almost always also got laid.
"It's private, Vegeta! That's why!" she hissed.
"Very well. You started it by indicating your negative feelings about sex," Vegeta said and shrugged. He stepped into her space so their chests were almost touching and shifted to murmur in her ear, "Shall I leave? Since we are in your bedroom and you seem to have issues discussing the bedroom?"
"You're such an asshole," she said in his ear, but hooked her hand around his elbow. It wasn't quite a slap, but he'd take it. She guided him farther into her bedroom and said, "This is why I brought you to my room at all, not for any other purpose!" She gestured to the small room connected to her bedroom.
It had many shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling all completely packed with a disorderly mishmash of books. Vegeta's eyes flew around the room. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of volumes. One wall had a comfortable looking couch. There was a fireplace. A cluttered desk in one corner. It struck him as odd to have fire so near so much paper, but then his mind filled with the image of reading next to a roaring fire during the cooler parts of the year. His sex-starved mind immediately transitioned that into fucking her slowly on the couch with the orange, flickering light of the fire dancing on her skin. His strong, scarred hands holding onto her pale, flawless thighs.
"Holy shit…" he breathed. "This is the library you spoke about? I had the impression from your description that a 'field-tripping' was more involved than walking into a different wing." He turned to look at her, but her face was unreadable.
She sighed and smiled at him. "You know, you completely piss me off, and then you say adorable, dumb shit like that and I can't even stay mad."
He frowned. "What? How can something be both dumb and adorable? Just because you're a genius doesn't mean I'm dumb, you know. There's quite a lot of smart between 'dumb' and your intellectual level. Your echelon of intelligence is on par with mine in strength and battle savvy."
She laughed and her cheeks flushed again. This time he had no idea why. Maybe there was some unknown euphemism he'd stumbled into. He'd done that before. That was how he'd discovered the term "eating out" did not necessarily have anything to do with where one ingested one's food. English word order troubled him his first few months.
The woman said, "I know you're not dumb, but thank you."
"For what?" Vegeta said. The conversation had taken a baffling turn.
"Aw, I love when you don't even realize you gave me a compliment. It feels so genuine, unlike the skeevy kind."
"What? Compliment? Skeevy? Fuck. What?" Vegeta said, his temper spiraling upward. Earth exhausted him.
"I know. Come on, let's go on the actual field trip."
"You haven't explained any of the nonsense you just spouted at me!" Vegeta snapped.
"I know, you wear me out sometimes. Let's go get on my motorcycle."
"What? Why?" Vegeta said. He had a deep distrust of any vehicle that wasn't a spaceship. What was the fucking point? They made the air on Earth smell terrible and many were louder than anything ought to be and quite often people were completely motionless inside them, completely defying the very definition of a vehicle. Even in pleasant weather! Fucking humans.
Yet he followed the woman. He sighed. He would likely follow the woman anywhere, grumbling the whole time, just to be near her like this. She made him feel less alone, even if she didn't mean to do so. They arrived at the large room that housed the vehicles.
These "garages," as they called them, were another completely ridiculous mystery for Vegeta. Not only did the humans hunch inside their transportation machines, but they then put those machines indoors even though the machines seemed entirely to protect the humans from the elements. What was the purpose of so much redundancy? If Vegeta were Prince of All Humans, he would run a much tighter ship. The fucking waste and nonsense were staggering. No wonder they'd done so little with their existence beyond making fabulous entertainment. Likely because they all wanted escape from their own bullshit.
The woman opened the giant door. Why not put a spaceship in this space if one had to house a vehicle? They weren't designed to withstand humidity and elements other than cosmic background radiation and temperatures unimaginably low and insanely high. But not moisture and extended periods in heavy air-pressure. Yet the in-progress spaceship sat out on the grass.
The woman straddled a small, open-air vehicle. Vegeta supposed the way humans moved did necessitate speedier methods of travel, but if some of them could fly, surely the others could learn? A chuff of laughter escaped Vegeta as he envisioned opening a Remedial Flying School for Idiotic Fucking Humans if he successfully managed to get the woman off the ground. Then he would at last have his own currency.
"What are you giggling about?" the woman asked, smirking at him over her shoulder as she patted the seat behind herself.
"Humans," Vegeta answered, not wanting to piss her off anymore. "Can't I just fly with you, woman? It will be faster. And you can touch my muscles. I know you like them."
He had a brief moment of fear when he thought the woman's eyes might pop right out of her head. Her mouth fell open and she stammered, "Well…I…I mean, yeah, they…Yeah. Um, I don't know, you won't get mad and drop me, will you?"
"Do you intend to piss me off that thoroughly while taking me to the field?" Vegeta asked, smirking.
She got off the vehicle and got in his face again. "You're pretty easy to piss off, Vegeta," she said.
Vegeta's pulse tried to creep up as her pre-heat smell flooded out of her on a wave of aroused pheromones. He purred, "I'd be lost without you, woman," and wrapped his arm snugly around her waist and pulled her tight against his body.
She wrapped her arms loosely around him, her eyes wide and searching and she said, "I think you meant, 'I'd get lost without you, woman.'"
He chuckled, but held her gaze as he said, "No, I didn't." He rocketed out of the garage before she could respond. He felt stupid, exposing his feelings for her that way. But with her heat coming on, he had some hope that she might be eager to breed as her age progressed. And as always with the woman, he would take what he could get. Every tiny scrap.
Even as he thought it, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, squeezing him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Vegeta expended more chi keeping his dick at bay than he did to fly. She periodically peeked out and pointed. He felt her shiver and he let his chi roar up to warm her. She stiffened and he wondered if she didn't like being warm, but then he heard her say, "Thank you," against his ear. He shivered too, but from the soft brush of her lips against his sensitive skin.
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