Aftermath of Training

Posted on Mon Feb 6th, 2017 @ 8:58am by Colonel S'er'in'e & Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: Indomitable Will
Location: Quarters
Timeline: Before 'The Question'

S'er'in'e return home after another training bout with the Guardian, his stride was gingerly from his many aches and pains she inflicted upon him. His fur slightly bloody and matted in places from the wounds she dealt him. The walk allowed him to think on what she had said and demonstration she had given him, she was right, he had lost his edge. While easily able to outmatch most humanoid species they were not the only ones native to the known inhabitants of the universe. He had to regain his former self, become what he had lost and prove that it had returned. He refused to allow himself to be recalled to the Homeworld.

Samanthia had accepted him for everything that he was. Would this training change that? Would the efforts of the Guardian to improve him, to make him what he once was and pick up what he let fade change how she felt about him? The Guardian was trying to recover the Caitian that she had read about, but that was a different, younger S'er'in'e. To pass her training he had to be what she demanded he be, but would that alter his relationship with Samanthia? The Guardian didn't care for Samanthia because her orders didn't require her to, train S'er'in'e and report back.

There was much that he needed to do before the next training session, when ever the Guardian deemed it suitable for another. He had to clean up because he doubted his Mate would approve of seeing him so, but also had to sharpen his fangs and prepare his claws for when the Guardian would treat them. Which also meant explaining everything to Samanthia.

Samanthia looked up from the console she was working at when the door to the apartment opened and let in a bloody S'er'in'e. She watched him limp quietly on silent feet into the bedroom and out of sight. She could see he was in deep thought. Not even a glance around the apartment to register her presence. Her expression hardened into a scowl. She wanted to run to him and pamper the aches and pain out of him. But she had gotten a missive from his Guardian Trainer that her help was not needed and the pampering would have to stop till he met her approval. She turned back to the console and reread the message as she gave thought back to the fight between C'rel and her mate.

She was a bit surprised that C'rel had even injured S'er'in'e even in fangless and claws state. She remembered the fight as if it was yesterday as the message from his trainer brought it up and commented that he (S'er'in'e) should not have hesitated and sought permission to kill the disgraced one from which it was a given right of any Caitian male to defend and protect his female mate.

Samanthia looked thoughtful as being a citizen of the Federation, she was guilty of murder by giving the order and consent to S'er'in'e. But with the doctored security vid tapes, favorable eye witness and a lot of displayed ignorance of the incident, she was still free to go about her business. At the same time her standing within the clientele of The Dive went up several notches at having proven she could easily give a kill order to an underling and what she kept under strict leash of her mate.

S'er'in'e put his bag down and looked at himself in the mirror, a whisp of the warrior he knew himself to be, even less of one that he was remembered. He turned on the shower hoping a hot shower might aid his recovery but also a chance to talk to his soon to be Wife about the changes she could expect. He stood once again in the doorway and saw her working. "I am about to shower, would you like to join me?"

"Later," Samanthia replied staring at the screen that showed her business inventories and dealings. She turned and looked at him after a moments of quietness. "We'll talk when you're finished." She took in his wounds as she continued. "I need to get this order out." She had a slight smile on her face as she looked into his eyes.

Nodding in reply S'er'in'e showered alone, it took longer than usual thanks in no small parts to the aches and pains of the previous two hours. At the end of it however standing under the fall of the water from above it left him thinking that perhaps the Guardian was right. Perhaps alien ideals had influenced him too much. Perhaps he worried more about changing to be accepted instead of being accepted as he was. When the Guardian pointed out he didn't wear his headband, as he should be, it made him think that perhaps change was needed but how would Samanthia greet that change was the question.

He turned the shower off and began to dry himself however more and more questions were raised and more and more doubts surfaced. He wondered how his father and superior would take to his assessment, shamefully no doubt. When he was dry and he brushed his fur into its place he dressed, he spent long moments looking in the mirror not because having met the Guardian the Caitian looking back at him was not the one he remembered. They Guardian was right.

He changed into a suitable two piece attire to relax in, from storage where he placed it upon returning from the Homeworld he picked up an aged wooden box. His headband within. Donning it and the sheaths for his ears he checked in the mirror that all is as it should be, as it should have been. His standards had to come back, his remaining on the station depended on it, Samanthia depended on it.

Samanthia finished up at the apartment computer console. She shut it off after saving her work while standing up. She moved through the main room and leaned on the door between the two rooms. She watched him get dressed as much as she would like to do much more pleasurable thing with her mate. "We'll get through this together." Speaking softly as she watched her mate put on the earpieces. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

S'er'in'e had just closed the box when she finished speaking, he seemed to pause with his hands still on the lid of the box. Sooner or later she would learn everything and it was better if it came from him. "The Overseer feels that I have not maintained what she feels is a appropriate level of skill since my departure from Homeworld. She feels that I have let alien influences take too deep a root in my life that I have let my standards drop, customs ignored and attitude altered in order to be accepted by others." S'er'in'e began. "She saw the recording of the fight. If I was as talented then as I was when I left Homeworld then the fight would have been over sooner and I would not have been so injured. I have been training with the Guardian to return that which I have lost." Samanthia would know from his many talks about his culture that Guardians were females. She would also know his stance towards them and what can, and can not be done regarding them.

S'er'in'e's shoulders dropped. "Maybe she is right. Maybe I have let alien influences take root in my life, that have changed who I am but also how I am." He looked at his hand then his claws appeared. "The Guardian noticed that my claws were not treated, I didn't treat them because if I did the danger to you would be greater." Samanthia would have known about this from the tomes he'd allowed her to read. "I do not want to harm you but at the same time I don't want to be taken from you."

S'er'in'e backed up to the foot of the bed and sat. "I will treat my claws but I can not just let you be harmed because of me. You suggested some form of hand wear to prevent injury, perhaps they might help."

"I'll keep a dermal regenerator next to the bed. I also read that males sleep separately from the females." She spoke softly as she sat next to him. She reached out and ran her fingers over the pads of his hand paws, then his claws gently as not to cut herself on them. "I gave the Overseer .. Marie? .. The true video of what transpired in The Dive that day. Which could get me thrown into the stockade for ordering the death of another Sentient being, if it ever fell into a fleeter's hands."

She held his paw/hand in hers. "I don't know what to say, Ser." She looked up at him next to her. "We'll get through this together." She smiled at him.

"It is true that some males do opt to sleep in other beds should the mate be of another race." S'er'in'e confirmed. "But, I do not want to sleep in another bed, I want to share yours." S'er'in'e's ears wilted, perhaps the first really visible sign that things were getting on top of him. "Since you took me as your Mate I have studied, I have reviewed, observed and spoken at great lengths to others and the computer about the complexities of Human relationships. I know I am not the normal sort for a Human female and I know because of what I am I am the very definition of danger to you."

He paused, only for a moment. "After what I did on the planet I sometimes see flashes of you in that mans place dying next to that tree because you too are Human. It reminds me painfully what I am capable of. People are quick to comment about what I can do and not take into account what I am capable of. Yes I can be a predator, I can kill, but I can love too. When you took me as your Mate I was accepted, you knew before hand what I could do because such facts are obvious but you did it anyway. When you sleep I feel I have purpose, a personal and private purpose to protect you. I feel loved, trusted, I dont feel feared."

"Now I have my Overseer painfully reminding me that I am not what I am, the Guardian even questioned if I am Caitian and yet I am to be a Father. I do not want to be taken away from you."

"You'll be always welcome in my bed. For you are a danger I know and love and trust. I've felt your gentleness and felt your claws. Seen what you can do. Even warriors can have gentle souls." Samanthia maintained eye contact as she spoke. "Yes I fear you at times, just as I fear the next person on this station. I'm not going to let it stop me from loving you, sharing my life with you. If they decide to return you to Cait. I'll find away to go with you. By my right as your mate, I hold property and Caitian wealth on Cait. The Overseer and I may not see things eye to eye. But by that is Sacred, She's going to learn to respect me. We've been talking via long range communications. Even if we did not get along at first, we came to an understanding. She could see that I have potential, even though I'm edging past my youthful prime. And see that we both care for you in our ways. She just sad that you failed to see the signs that she had a crush on you."

It almost seemed hard to fathom but S'er'in'e really was worried about his future. Everything hinged on the Guardian, her assessment of him. "You are still as beautiful as the moment you bumped into me." His voice was soft and in being so more feline inflection came with it. He was worried he wouldn't meet expectations, worried that he'd be pulled away until he regained what he had clearly lost. His relationship with Samanthia was secure, he knew that. She'd move planets and fight whoever to keep him and now she'd given him the greatest honour, offspring. He knelt on the floor pushing her knees open slightly to fit his frame between them. He sat there which given his size was eye level with her seated on the bed.

He ran his fingers through her hair, feeling the strands between his fingers till he reached the ends of them. Leaning forward he smelt her neck, an area extremely important to Caitian. His slightly colder nose traced her neck from under her nose to her shoulder and he was extremely delicate about his actions. Having only done it twice before he opened his jaws and held her throat between them. The absolute unwavering trust shown he hoped would at least for the moment wash away the demons of the present and give him a moments reprieve.

Samanthia straddled him with legs folded underneath her with her feet hanging over the edge. She felt his cool nose against her skin and then the rush of hot air surrounding her neck. Then the sharp fangs gently pressing against her neck. She remained still and only movement was the steady rise and fall off her chest as she breathed slowly and with calmness. There was no scent of fear; nor the taste of it on her skin, but the arousal of excitement and intimacies desired. She enjoyed feeling his fingers slide through her hair. She placed both her hands, one on each side of his chest to hold herself in place. Placing her trust for her safety in his love for her.

The act itself was calming for him, she trusted him even though she knew what he was capable of, what she had witnessed him do. She had welcomed him, of all creatures, into her life. Chosen him over a Human Mate and now she agreed to not only marry him, but give him offspring as well. He let her go, slowly, teasingly running his fangs across her skin as he retreated. He gently laid her on her back but went with her, his weight supported by his arms but loomed over her. Making sure he didn't lean on her hair, a lesson he learned before, he looked down and spoke. "Would you offer yourself to me?" With his headband and sheaths on, dressed as he was the predatory look took on a more serious tone.

Samanthia reached down, pulling her dress up and tearing off her flimsy panties. "I'm yours" Legs open to grant him his bounty. Her dark hair spread out on the bed, framing her face. She looked into his eyes as her scent of readiness to accept him.