The human—Piper—shows me the house next. It’s a small, domed dwelling, designed to stay cool in the summer and warm in the winter. The interior is a little cramped, but she’s made it comfortable with her cast-off furniture and lots and lots of colorful wall hangings. There’s a tiny kitchen, a living area with a large window that looks out onto the fields, and one bedroom.
“Kinda small for a family, don’t you think?” I tease her.
She lifts her chin, defiant. “I purchased a construction kit to add a room or two. I just haven’t gotten to it yet. There’s only so many hours in the day and just one of me. It’s another reason to get married—to get help.” Her hard expression softens. “But mostly just to have someone to talk to.”
Kef me, she knows how to tug at my heart strings. I can handle sass and defiance. I can’t handle that sadness in her eyes. I rub at my neck, gazing at the small house. I need to tell her no. That I’m not staying. That I can’t stay. I’ve got a fortune to make elsewhere.
“Do you want to wash up? I’ve got a shower and the water tanks are full. You can take as long as you like.” Piper heads toward the bedroom and opens the door, then leads me toward the wash room.
I’m a weak male, because of course I want a shower. I’ve spent days in that stinking jail, caged up with strangers—and meat-stock—and I’d love nothing more than to get clean. She offers me a towel and I take it. “Thanks.”
“Of course. I’m offering you half of everything. The least I can do is let you clean up.” Her mouth twitches as if she wants to laugh, but then it’s gone soon enough. She leaves the room and closes the door behind her.
I’m alone in her bedroom, and while I glance around, there’s nothing salacious here. She has a small trunk for her clothing, a bed that’s barely wide enough for two people, and not much else. There’s a vid-screen on the wall but it’s an old model. Actually, everything she has is an older model, and I suspect a lot of these humans were given cast-offs just as lip service. No one really cares if they’re successful or not, and that eats at me. My sense of justice is bristling, but I have to fight it back.
I’m certainly not the male to take up the cause of a stranded human. I’m an outlaw, an escaped convict, and I’m leaving this farm planet as soon as possible.
So I shower and try not to think about anything other than getting clean. It’s the best shower I’ve had in a long time, and I spend far too long in there. I towel off, and notice that while I was in the wash room, she slipped back into the bedroom. There’s a pair of trou on the bed that look as if they’d fit me, and when I pick them up, I see the stitching inside isn’t professional. She made these, then. I put them on—and they’re so short that they only go to my calf, which makes me laugh.
This little bit really has no idea how tall mesakkah are compared to humans. Why do I find that so charming?
Piper comes in to the room after I’m dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. The rest of the small house is dark and she carries a towel in her hands. “I’m going to shower before bed as well, if that’s all right.”
“It’s your house.”
“So it is.”
“I couldn’t help but notice that there’s only one bed.” I gesture at the mattress I’m sitting on. “You want me to take the floor?”
“No, we can both sleep in the bed. I’m asking you to marry me, after all. It seems a little silly to be prudish, don’t you think?”
I shrug, because I’ve slept on a floor for days now. I can sleep on one a few days more, but I won’t pass up the chance to sleep with a tasty little bit like her curled up against me in a nice soft bed.
She disappears into the wash room and when she returns a short time later, she smells like a faint floral soap and hot water. The towel is wrapped around her slim body, and I lie in bed, watching as she turns her back to me and then drops the towel.
Well, now. She’s bold. As casual as she acts, I’m sure this is all part of the plan to entice me into staying.
It’s a good move, I have to admit. I watch with a growing hunger as she slides a shift over her body. Her skin’s a strange, pale shade, but her hips flare to an enticing ass that seems just a little bit kinky without a tail. I can’t see those human tits of hers, but her waist is slender and her shoulders graceful, and now I’m imagining what it’d be like to have her under me while I claim her. My cock’s hard and throbbing in an instant. It’s been forever since I’ve had sex. Every salacious, filthy thing I’ve heard about humans flashes through my mind, and I can’t stop staring at the delicate flare of her hips, imagining my hands there, holding her against me as I pound deep inside her.