Chapter 6
Rexus
Ihave regrets.
But my comrades were also right that my ruts were getting worse and it was taking longer to get over them. And being gone was a strain on my unit. Something I never wanted to be. Since the galaxy went silent, my unit was all I had.
Except now, I guess, I have a human. What was I thinking?
Village 22, where I reside, is half a cycle transport from Headquarters. I could have made the journey yesterday and been present when the ships landed, but I hadn't wanted to disrupt the schedule more than I had to.
This was a terrible idea. But it is too late, and I'm stuck with the human for the foreseeable future. Once the trial period ends, I'll just explain to her I've changed my mind and it isn't a good fit. Then I'll send her on her way. There has to be another answer to my ruts.
It's not that I don't like the human. Rosie is amusing, and I've taken great pleasure in our communication. If she is as fun in real life as she is via messaging, we'll do okay for her time here.
I'm almost looking forward to a rut. Which is not something I've ever experienced before. But it's been a long while since I've sated my need on someone else. There is only so much pleasure one can derive from themselves.
The mid-day sun is high as I pull into Headquarters and make my way to the human waiting area.
They are here. I can hear the chatter of female voices, but I can't make out the words.
At first, I think my translator implant has failed but then I realize there is too much going on for it to translate properly.
Already my head hurts. Does Rosie talk this much? I hope not. I do not want a house full of chatter. Having her there will already be disruptive enough.
I check in at the desk and enter the offices, ready to find my human and leave. Again, we could stay the night at Headquarters, but I want to be home in my own bed. It makes me anxious to be away from my post for so long.
Scanning over the crowd, I spot her immediately.
She looks exactly like the photos she sent, perhaps a bit fluffier with a less defined shape.
Which is a shame. I am rather fond of the shape she had.
Her hair is long and light as it hangs around her shoulders.
Her round face is pulled down into a frown as she looks at something on her table.
She doesn't notice me as I reach her table. Instead, she maintains her focus on the pad in front of her. It's filled with black markings of some sort. Drawing? Writing? I am not certain.
"Hello Rosie." The human jumps and whips her head up to look at me. Then her eyes go down. There's a long moment where she looks me over before her eyes meet mine again. This time they're hot.
Interesting.