Page 77 of Alien Rescue

Larz froze in place. He wasn’t drunk. Zyrgin warriors could get drunk, but it took dedicated drinking he didn’t have the taste for. He searched for something to say, to appease her. Maybe if he reminded her that he was now considered of the Zyrgin’s bloodline.

Rose burst out laughing, making those odd sounds humans made when they laughed. She fell over on the couch, pointing at him. “You...you...s...should see your face, m...my Komodo. I didn’t think your face was capable of looking like that.” Still she made that awful noise.

Zanr stood frozen, staring at his breeder. It slowly dawned on him that she wasn’t mad at him and wasn’t about to denounce him as a no-blood warrior, not good enough to be her breeder. She felt close enough to him to tease him. He pounced on her, grabbed her, and ran with her to their sleeping place, and she hooked her arms around his neck, laid her head on his chest.

In their sleeping place, he gently laid her down on the bed and stepped out of his clothes. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you do that.” Her eyes roamed hungrily over his naked body and Zanr pushed out his chest. She made him feel like a warrior born of the Zyrgins’ blood. She held out her arms and he sank down into them. He had a place at last. With warriors who considered him a friend and a breeder who felt so close to him, she teased him.

The next morning he woke to find Rose awake and staring at him.

“I am the luckiest human on Earth,” she said quietly.

He thought it over. “Yes, you have a Zyrgin warrior who loves you much.”

She smiled and drew his head down for a kiss. “I’m thirsty,” she said when they came up for air. He got up and came back with one of the silver cups.

Zanr handed her a silver cup with water. “Here is some w-a-t-e-r,” he sounded out.

Rose rolled her eyes and drank thirstily. “So, what now?” She couldn’t bear the thought of living the rest of her life trapped in a house, waiting for him to come home. She needed more.

He was in the process of getting in beside her, but paused and cocked his head. “What does that mean?”

“I mean, I can’t be a dutiful little wife, cooped up inside. Natalie and Julia have kids and their own interests. All I know is the job I had. And even though I’ve learned Parnell didn’t even train us well, that’s the job I want.”

He drew her against him. “There are five more scientists to be found before they build more bombs, and many more stolen weapons out there. We also haven’t discovered all the secret labs yet. Zacar was so impressed with our work, he wants us to find them,” Zanr said.

She turned to him. “Really? I thought your women had to be confined in their homes?”

“I told Zacar I could not do it without you.”

“And he agreed? I thought he believed a woman’s place is in the home and all that?”

“Zacar is different. They call him ‘the crazy warrior and his misfits’. He always had strange ideas. He took me on when no other conquest leader would consider me. He took Azagor and Viglar as warriors even though their first calling was not being warriors.”

“I am so glad I fell in love with a rebel Zyrgin,” she said.

He stroked her hair. “You cannot have as much human love for me as I have much more love for you.”

“Zanr, I love you so much, I don’t know how to put it to words.” She laughed with the sheer wonder of being alive and being loved by this wonderful man. “I can’t wait to see what you did with my hair.”

“My creation is truly superior,” he said and kissed her on her smiling lips.

“You do realize this is Sunday?”

He lifted his head, stared down at her. “What happens on a Sunday?”

“Lazy stay in bed, make love the whole day Sunday. Does that answer—”

“There is Sunday sex?”

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