Page 8 of Ava Stargazer

My Ava.She was his to take care of, his to please. Vox inclined his head toward her and began rubbing her back. His fingerstrailed along her spine, gently pressing in. Her gasp while he did so made him continue the motion.

He nuzzled her neck, kissing gently in the crevice of her collarbone.I wish I could mark her mind as well. He pressed into her further, the pressure in him wanting to give in to that urge to truly make her his.

But as usual, he reined that particular desire in, not wanting to trouble her mind that was still healing.Soon.He nipped at her ear.Soon. We haven’t even discussed that yet.Vox didn’t want to put more pressure on her, and he would not burden her with his needs. Not when she was just learning to live herself. He was having the most fun seeing her experience life; it was giving him a new appreciation for it as well. He nipped at her ear again.She is so sweet.Who would have thought anyone like her could exist?

Ava leaned into his touch, filling him with satisfaction. Vorbax females were not usually so affectionate, another trait that he appreciated in her.She’s so affectionate.He’d noticed she loved to just be held, sometimes even curled up on herself, and Vox was more than happy to hold her close.

She reached back to pat him absently on his arm, still fascinated by looking outside. The lights were darker in the house than outside from the moon’s reflections, giving a perfect view of the rain coming down. Ava had stripped down and already wiped the mud from her legs, not wanting to dirty the sheets, and now sat in the bed naked running a towel over herself.She’sbeautiful.Her naked form was too enticing to resist, as she arched her exposed back, still wet from her hair that lay on it like a curtain.

Vox didn’t try to resist. He touched her with hands that had already memorized every part of her, then moved her hair to her side, pressing his chest to her back, a low thrum vibrating through them.

Vox again nestled his face in the crook of her neck and kissed gently.I am glad I got to see the rain with her.There were so many firsts with her he got to be a part of.He heard her soft intake of breath at his movements.Already I want her.He lowered his head to her and flicked his tongue along her collar bone.

Vox let himself open his mind, trying to strike a balance of being himself and also not violating her. He felt Ava shiver in response, and she looked back at him, her eyes and feelings reflecting her want for him in addition to the moonlight that streamed through the windows.

Raindrops, not tears, lingered on her cheeks, and her eyes lingered on his body, making desire spike in his blood.There should only ever be raindrops there.On his finger he gathered a drop off her cheek, licking it just to make sure.No salt.

“Vox,” Ava said, her voice husky as she looked at him, rubbing the spot on her cheek where he’d touched. The rain still pounded outside his windows.

His own tone was low and intense. “Yes, Ava.”

He nipped on her shoulder, eliciting a shudder from her as she turned and ran her hand down his arms, using her fingertips with those soft, translucent claws she had that could barely scratch. She was near defenseless compared to their females, who had sharper nails and teeth, but Vox would never tell her that. He was strong enough for them both.

Vox tugged on her wet hair, angling her face upward as he kissed her gently. He left the connection open, and she turned into his arms. Her body trembled when he dragged his fingers gently over her lower stomach, using her feelings to guide his actions.

Ava loved to be touched delicately, with his hands barely skimming.She likes that.He smirked at her, watching her reactions as he traced the softest touches he could over her body.Her squirms. They gave him such satisfaction to see, knowing he could affect her like that, as different from him as she was.

“Stay still, Ava,” he said in a low, heated voice. His eyes roved over her body, wanting to see her take his touches without moving. She couldn’t, and still squirmed in his arms when he did so, particularly when his hands stroked low.

“It’s too hard to not move,” she squealed, tilting her pelvis and panting from his attention.

Vox took his hand and opened it wide to press down on her abdomen a little harder before letting up.Her skin is so delicate.His hands were rough in comparison, so he needed to be extra light to not overwhelm her and scratch. “I love the sounds you make.”

And he equally loved the fact that only he ever got to hear them. His hand trailed down to her opening, running his fingers up until he hit the part of her at the top that seemed to strike a chord within her. He had blunted his claws, making sure they would not scratch.

“You’re already wet,” Vox said softly as he continued probing with his fingers, stroking her up and down.

“Well, it was raining,” she said cheekily and flashed a grin, dispelling some of the tension. When his hands moved again on her she bit her lip and squirmed underneath.

Vox fixed her with a hooded gaze.Raining, right.He took his hand that was fingering her and brought it to his mouth. “Doesn’t taste like rain.” He licked his finger clean and looked down her body heatedly, toward her folds. “But I should probably double check.”

Ava smiled at him, and he nudged her back.

He was naturally domineering in mating; it was standard for other couplings he’d explored when younger, but Ava seemed confused by that more than anything. She was opening up more, learning to explore, but he could feel her desire for his affectionto be soft. And for Ava, who’d never had the freedom to choose what she wanted before, he took it on himself to accommodate.

He learned.

For Ava he would learn anything.

“Ava. Iryl is ready.”Vox’s message came to Ava a bit muted, but still clear enough that it startled her, almost making her drop the box she held.

Vox was the only one who could connect with Ava over large distances. He had explained it had to do with familiarity on his end. Vox was able to communicate with her from nearly anywhere with effort, but they noticed that when she was inside the ship and he was outside it was harder, as if a component of the metal hull added extra resistance.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”Ava’s heart pounded, but she was thankful Vox had been true to his word on getting in touch with Iryl.That was fast, actually.Ava had been sorting engine components when he notified her, and there was a mess on the floor by her side. There were boxes with components squirreled away everywhere, all labeled in Ebel’s meticulous scrawl fromnumerous cycles ago. Her fingers traced the lettering. The Phor were clean by nature, but Ebel took it to another level.

Ava was starting to learn that the counters didn’t have to be strictly wiped down every cycle—day—and that nothing really happened if there was a little clutter. Vox, though, was eerily similar to Ebel in that he was very organized, which made Ava’s natural untidiness go unnoticed as he almost compulsively organized things behind her.

I'll finish this later.The box closed with a snap as she pushed it shut, grabbed her clipboard that she took inventory notes on, and left the engine room in a hurry. As usual, she traversed the halls at her practiced run, taking exaggerated, heavy steps to break the silence. She reached the navigation room quickly, eyes adjusting to the brighter light that streamed through the windows from outside as she walked in.

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