13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Summer

Imoa and I arrived home to find Renick pouring over paperwork in his office. He had multiple screens on, and paper, real wood pulp paper, littered his desk. Stress lines creased his forehead, and he huffed in frustration.

Renick flipped through paper after paper muttering to himself. Locks of deep purple hair flopped in front of his eyes. He shook his head, His eyes lit up when he noticed me leaning in the doorway. "Summer! Have you been there long?"

"Nope. You look busy."

He fumbled with the papers, stacking them in a neat pile in the center of the desk. "A little frustrated, that's all."

"Your mother's invited me to eat dinner with her. Care to join us?"

"I should try to figure this out."

"When was the last time you ate?"

Renick shrugged. "Is there anything more you can do with the papers now?"

"Huh?"

"If you were to find something, whatever it is you're looking for in there, could you share the results with anyone, or has it passed a decent hour?"

"It is late," he conceded.

"Come on then." I walked into his office and hooked my arm in his. "Let's not leave your mother waiting."

After we said good night to his mother, Renick and I headed to the set of rooms his mother designated as our wing.

Last night, our first night together on Tenap, Renick and I fell asleep, holding each other in a giant bed larger than a king size. He looked so lost, like a child who didn't know how to process his emotions. Instead of saying anything, I brushed his hair, and listened to him tell stories of the good times he shared growing up with his father and siblings. After a few stories, it became apparent he hadn't spent anywhere near as much time with his family as I had with mine. Tonight would be different I vowed. I'd get him to talk to me, to open up.

My heart ached for the little boy hidden inside Renick who didn't really know his father, as well as for the grown man who wished he knew his father. He broke down a few times, shoulder racking sobs - so unlike a human man where many were taught to never show their emotion. I found it a beautiful change that the Abrane allowed themselves to cry and openly mourn.

I used the pads of my fingers to wipe the tears off his cheeks since tissues weren't something I'd seen on the planet so far. We'd eventually gone into the large bathroom together with a massive shower big enough to fit four or five people. Renick allowed me to wash his hair. Afterward, we stood under the water holding each other. We stayed there until the water grew cold, and our bodies were heavy from exhaustion.

After our shower, I threw on the same comfortable clothes I wore the night I met Renick, and he pulled on a loose pair of pants. We collapsed on the bed in each other's arms.

Tonight though, the mood felt different. Renick and I walked hand in hand down the hall to our rooms. He opened the door, and allowed me to enter first.

Our bedroom lights automatically flickered on with our presence.

"Do they always do that?" I asked.

"Yes, but we can shut the feature off. This wing of the house is coded to your voice as well as mine. If you wish the lights to turn on or off at any given time, just say it and they'll follow your commands."

"Nice," I said. "My family would be in awe over this technology."

"Do you miss them?"

"Very much."

"Tell me about them?"

"Another day."

"Would you like to get ready for bed first?" Renick asked.

I nodded and disappeared into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and debated on taking a shower. I popped my head through the door. "Will we have time in the morning for a shower?" I asked.

Renick didn't answer, and when I peeked at him he'd sat on the bed, staring at his hands. His military issued muscle shirt, pants, and boots were strewn on the floor haphazardly. In the short time I'd known Renick, I'd come to know this wasn't usually like him.

I decided to leave him with his thoughts for a few more minutes while I finished getting ready. I came out of the bathroom and he still didn't seem to notice my presence.

I waved my hands in front of his face. "Earth to Renick," I said. "Or Tenap to Renick, I should say."

"I'm sorry. I was lost in thought."

I sat next to him, pushing my backside on the bed and crossing my legs. "Want to talk about it?"

"Just memories," he said.

"I'm here if you want to listen."

"I don't know where to start."

"Would you like to take a shower?" I asked. "I think it might be a good idea. A hot shower usually helps clear the cobwebs out of my head."

"I'm not positive what a cobweb is, but I understand your meaning."

Renick disappeared into the bathroom leaving the door partially open. I didn't intend to look, but he stood in the opened door naked. My mouth watered. Part of me knew it was wrong since he was in mourning, but I wanted to go to him, or for him to come to me. My heart ached for him, and I wanted to offer him some comfort.

I heard the shower turn on and sat on the bed for a little longer, stretching my legs before deciding to join him.

I picked up his discarded clothes and placed them in a heap in a woven wicker-like basket. I dropped my clothes on the floor next to the bed. They weren't laundry after all.

"What are you doing in here?" Renick asked. His eyes hooded with lust as he took in my naked body.

I joined him in the shower, dragging a small stool I'd found under the towel rack.

"Showering," I said, stepping underneath the warm water. "With you," I clarified in case he misunderstood my intention.

For once I was unashamed of my body. All its unsightly cellulite, overly wide hips, extra padding I carried around my midsection, I didn't notice it. My sole purpose was to comfort Renick.

"What's the stool for?" he asked.

"Sit, and you'll find out."

Emotionally exhausted, Renick placed his hand on the tiled shower wall and sat. I stepped beside him until his head was under the water, wetting the roots of his hair. I poured a bit of shampoo into my hands and massaged his scalp.

"When I was little and not feeling my best, my mother washed my hair. Even though we never spoke while she was doing it, I felt the love come through with her fingers massaging my scalp." I poured every ounce of love I had into washing Renick's hair, making sure I rinsed until the water ran clean.

"I don't have any conditioner, but that's okay," I said, then proceeded to take the soap. I started by washing his face and shoulders. It took me a moment to get down onto my knees to wash his lower back, his muscular thighs, and calves. My fingers danced along the inside of his thighs, skimming over his manhood.

"Hold on a second," I said.

I leaned on him and moved against the wall to stand up, careful of my back and my legs.

"I get a little sore sometimes after the accident," I said as he began to protest. "Let me do this for you."

"You don't have to."

"I want to." I knelt down again, kissing his lips as I lowered myself down to the slick shower floor carefully. I began to kiss down his body, covering his pecs with feather light kisses. I tried to bend down further, but my leg wouldn't cooperate.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"I'm sure."

"Then trust me." He put his hands under my arms, lifting me until I was standing, before he turned around and set me on the stool. My skin was warm from brushing against his body compounded with the water running down my head.

He stood in front of me. "Please don't if you're not absolutely certain. There's no coming back from this. I don't want you to do anything you're not prepared for. I'll wait for you, my bride."

In response, I leaned forward to smatter kisses on his inner thighs. I took the time to study his alien cock. It was about the same length as a humans, only dark purple and thicker with ridges almost scale-like on the sides.

I reached out to touch the ridges, and he moaned in pleasure when my skin came in contact with his. "They're soft!" I exclaimed.

"When I get excited, they'll harden and exude their own lubricant," he said.

I cupped his balls with my hands before taking his shaft in my mouth. He tasted a little salty, and I moaned as he hardened between my lips. I licked his shaft, applying slight pressure to the scale-like places.

He flattened his hand against the shower wall, placing his other hand behind my head while I sucked harder. I swirled my tongue faster until he groaned my name and hot spurts jetted down my throat. He pulled back, still partially erect, remnants of his release dripping down the drain.

I licked my lips. "Well, something else here tastes like chocolate." I winked.

"Your turn." He washed my hair and soaked my body, pinching my nipples and rubbing my curves. Never once did he make a face of disgust or another comment about my body, other than a muttered "Perfect."

He slid his fingers between my legs, across my mound, and between my lips, searching for my core. It was soaking wet. As the water poured down around us, he supported my entire body with one arm while his other hand cupped my wanting pussy. He slid a thick finger inside me, bent his head, and sucked one of my nipples in his mouth.

I threw my head back with a loud moan, uncaring that the water would hit my face. Apparently, Renick did care because the next thing I knew we were standing on the bath mat and he was drying me off. He wrapped a soft towel around my body and carried me—actually carried me—like a romance heroine to bed.

"My turn," he said, parting my legs before covering my weeping core with his tongue.

I came with a cry of his name on my lips. My legs trembled and warm pleasure filled my body. Renick climbed up my body, kissing his way up my stomach and across the top of my breasts. He lay next to me, pulling me into a comfortable embrace. His head rested on my chest, and I reveled in the weight of his arms around me, holding me tight. Soon, his breathing deepened, and a light snore filled in the room.

"Good night, Renick," I said, kissing him on the forehead.