Chapter 6 #2
“It’s a burger. Black bean base. You won’t like it, the bun is bread. But look, they also have roasted watermelon.”
Tuvo grunted in agreement as she showed him the various options available. She debated against a few different ones, and he told her to just order them all.
“I can’t do that,” she said regretfully.
“I don’t see why not. Order whatever you like, and I’ll eat what you can’t.”
“Huh? You sure?”
“Very sure. I’m not picky about my food. And you know what I can’t eat, so I trust you’ll pick something appropriate.”
Hattie beamed at him as the door to the privy opened and Keith emerged. Hattie immediately offered him Tuvo’s phone to pick something as well because she was a nice female like that, and she enjoyed feeding people.
Apparently, Keith was not interested in the offerings, however. He made a bunch of noise that Tuvo didn’t bother to ask to be translated. He didn’t really need it. He sounded exactly like a pup complaining about being forced to eat their vegetables.
It took too much time for Hattie to convince him to just order something. Far past the point that Tuvo would have given up and let him either fend for himself or go hungry.
Eventually, however, their food was ordered. Hattie took her turn in the privy, bringing her sleeping clothes in with her to change as it was getting late, and leaving Tuvo and Keith alone in the bedroom. It was immediately silent and awkward.
Tuvo opted to ignore him as he picked up Hattie’s bag and dug inside for the knife that he had given her some time ago.
The first attack on the humans at a hotel in South Africa had been quick and violent. Tuvo and the other males had immediately evacuated the females and themselves back to the Stor and would only return with strict security.
One of those measures being mandatory self-defense lessons for the females, as well as daggers that Tuvo had given out to each along with lessons in how to wield it.
They couldn’t bring advanced technology to Earth, but blades were hardly advanced.
Even if the reinforced metal in the blade made it far sharper and stronger than anything Earth was currently producing.
They wouldn’t be able to replicate the forging techniques just by looking at the dagger.
Hattie had not been the best in self-defense. She held her own valiantly, but her soft body simply wasn’t made for it.
The dagger, however, was a different story. Her quick little chef hands were very comfortable around the hilt of a knife, and she cut without fear or hesitation. He was actually rather proud of how well she had done with it so far.
Taking the knife, he moved to put it at the head of her bed.
Keith chose that moment to say something, catching Tuvo’s attention.
He frowned at the human male to find him lying in the very center of the bed he had claimed, spreading out his legs and resting his head back against his hands.
He smirked at Tuvo and repeated what he said, but slower and with tighter enunciation as though that might help him understand.
“I’ve no idea what you’re saying,” Tuvo replied in calm Standard. “Stop talking to me unless it’s important. I have nothing to say to you.”
Keith laughed and repeated that new word Hattie had just taught him, “Simp.”
Tuvo really wasn’t sure why that was supposed to be insulting, so he said nothing as he turned to pull his own sleeping clothes from his bag.
He took off his shirt, intending to change there since he didn’t care if Keith saw him nude.
Hattie was still in the shower and wouldn’t see him at all – a shame.
The moment his shirt was over his head, revealing his scarred chest, Keith suddenly found himself much more fascinated with the control of the television than insulting Tuvo.
He was still scrolling through the limited options – for the fifth time – when there was a knock at the door.
Tuvo had to force him up, literally grabbing him by the arm and yanking him to his feet, to get the food delivery.
While Keith was doing that, he stepped out of sight around the corner of the bathroom so he couldn’t be seen.
He didn’t want his presence to be a bigger deal on the island than it already was. So, he waited while Keith chatted and accepted the food. The moment the door shut, he stepped around and watched as Keith put the bag on the counter.
Immediately, the other male was fishing around for his order – some kind of egg-based food that he sniffed at appreciatively as he returned to eat on his bed.
Tuvo spread the rest of the offerings on the table and sniffed at them curiously. The spices were unfamiliar, but they didn’t smell bad.
It took some time for Hattie to finish her shower.
She luxuriated in such things, and he didn’t mind waiting.
When she finally left the room, clad in a cute, pale blue night dress that swirled around her luscious thighs, Tuvo found himself hungry for something that wasn’t food.
Her skin was bright red and shiny from the heat of the water.
She had piled her hair on her head inside a towel, exposing her neck.
He was fascinated by the lucky drop of water that got to slide down the slope of it, down her chest, between her breasts.
He wanted to follow it with his tongue as he laid between those thighs so she could grind her little cunt against his abdomen.
“Hey! Food’s here,” she declared brightly, oblivious to the aching in his neglected knot and the way his cock twitched as she pushed some orange vegetable coated in a dark sauce between her lips and made a deep moan of appreciation.
She nodded in approval, pointing to the dish with an approving smile as she chewed.
She was adorable and sexy at the same time. He sat at the table and just watched her eat. She had no idea how she tortured him with her little pleased sounds, her plump lips parting, her tongue licking at her fingers.
She kept encouraging him to eat – usually the things she had just taken a bite of and wanted him to try in turn. He might as well have been eating dust for as much attention he was paying the food. He took bites and chewed appreciatively because it made her smile and got her excited.
It was the best damn meal he’d ever eaten, and he couldn’t describe a single dish.
They finished and cleaned up. Keith called Hattie over, holding out and shaking the white box his food had come in. Before Tuvo could growl and force him up to throw it away himself, Hattie had already crossed the room and taken it from him.
His female was too generous. Tuvo snarled at Keith as she stepped into the bathroom to let her hair down and brush it through.
Keith pretended very hard not to see him as he focused on the television program about a group of friends inside a small apartment – he wasn’t sure the point of the show since the story was told mostly through dialogue.
He went to his bag and crouched, digging through it for the pills he needed to take every day.
The humans were welcoming to them, but they were not blood drinkers.
They didn’t have easy sources of blood and had no way to prevent it from clotting before consumption.
So, the domini had brought little tablets with them that provided the nutritional needs they usually got through drinking without upsetting the humans.
He had just tossed a pill back when Hattie emerged from the bathroom and paused between the two beds, looking between them with a strange look on her face.