Ni’ev part 10

A/n: Sorry if there are extra typos than usual. I had to type this on my phone because my computer was unavailable

I’m strapped onto the wall, waiting for the ship to land. We’ve been descending for a long time now. The trip was fun at first, when gravity disengaged and my body floated off the ground. Then there were some bumps here and there. Just as I think the worst passed, the ship shakes manically and I fear the straps won’t be enough to keep me safe.

I remind myself to breathe. I’m almost home. I also remind myself that Ezronians are not masters of space. They discovered this ship five years ago and have just begun to study how to maneuver it.

Selfishly, I crave Ni’ev. He would make me feel safe by burying my face in his chest, wrapping me in his warm flesh so I forget the cold metal that surrounds us.

He would've been here if I hadn't been a stubborn idiot and told him I could handle this.

“O-h fu-ck!” I yell. The trembling promises death. My fingernails dig into the straps, but it’s not enough to make me feel grounded.

The room's door slides open, and I can only guess that the ship is malfunctioning. I proven wrong when Ni’ev's impossible body crosses inside. The crazy man is gripping onto the wall, his strong legs unstable below him.

I reach out for him, afraid he’ll be tossed aside. He doesn’t take my hand, seeming to be as stubborn as I am.

“Wha-t are yo-u doin-g here?” I stutter. I’m a mess. My hair is all over the place, teeth clattering, and my tits are bouncing like basketballs. I wish the latter were getting fondled by Ni’ev, not gravity.

He staunders towards me in an impressive display of strength. If I were him, I’d be drilled into the floor already.

He reaches me and swoops in, flattening his body against mine. If the damn spaceship were to crash into a volcano right now, I would die a happy woman.

“I’ve got you,” he huffs. There’s no stutter in his tone. He’s firm and secure.

My heart melts— or maybe that’s my pussy. I don’t know. I’m a mushy, touched, happy mess, because he came for me. While I hate that he risked his safety for me, I'm glad he made it safely.

A hand protectively cups the back of my head, which has been banging against the metal wall. Just as I daydreamed, he leads my face so it's flush against his hard chest. For the first time since I snuck onto this ship, I feel literally and figuratively out of this world. Ni'ev is the author of this fairy tale.

I want to try being with this man-- this alien-- this walking paradox of soft hardness, but there are insecurities I still have to conquer. For now, I'll have to remain daydreaming.

I enjoy him for as long as I can. My arms span around him, but it's not enough to consume him like I want to. Still, I reach and stretch, refusing to settle for less like my mother did in that tiny town she never left.

I'm in another world now, but my heart is still on Earth-- a now dying, barren planet. I need to bring my heart to Ezron, so Ni'ev can have it. I need to stop entertaining these insecurities that leech off me, draining so much energy that I cave into a shell to hide from change.

There are a few more shakes and twists before the ship stabilizes, and lowers onto Ezron with a final thud. I cling to Ni'ev for a few more seconds to juice as much as I can from this exchange, because I know I won't see him for a long time.

"We're back. I told you I would take care of you."

His whisper shoots across like a comet, and I am never-ending space. It's a spark of light that is brief, but nonetheless jarring. I shudder, and my nipples harden.

Ni'ev might have felt my shudder, but he has no idea my breasts are desperate for his touch.

He pulls back and unstraps me from the wall. "I will take you outside. The females are likely waiting for you."

Fuck. I forgot about the girls. They definitely know what I've been up to, and they'll be upset about my dishonesty. I had been hoping to step off the ship as a new woman, but the only thing I achieved was getting more attracted to Ni'ev. Vrox will scold my ear off, but I don't regret my decision to embark on this mission. I might have failed, but at least I stood up for myself.

"Follow me."

Ni'ev leaves me no choice. He takes my hand and guides me through the narrow hallways, past shocked men who had no idea I was on board. Many of them take a step backward, and I know it's because of me and the alpha male that's possessively clutching my hand.

The sunlight hits me hard. I raise my free hand to shade my eyes, and then move it to my left ear when I hear screeches. It's the girls. They're calling my name, spewing angrily. Vrox stands amongst them, arms crossed over his chest and face impassive.

"What were you thinking?"

"Why didn't you tell us you would do this?"

"Are you okay?"

The girls are rambling up a storm. I need them to calm down before I can begin to address their questions.

"Later," I say. "We'll talk later."

"Yes," Vrox's eyes narrow. "We certainly will."

"Don't use that tone on her, Vrox. Take her home and let her rest." This comes from Ni'ev. It's surprising, because the brothers hardly ever clash.

Vrox returns his gaze to me. "Kira, can you take her and the others? I have things to discuss with Ni'ev."

"Yes. Come on, Rosa."

I take Kira's extended hand and walk with her. The other girls are buzzing with questions, but they hold them in.

"So? Did you fuck Ni'ev?"

Well, except for Kira, it seems.

I look over my shoulder to look at Ni'ev, who is sharing intense words with Vrox. With a sigh, I reply, "I wish."

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Time does its thing. After explaining to the girls my reasoning for sneaking into the ship, I received pitiful looks and forgiveness. The kids were much more eager to have me back. They missed their auntie and tackled her with hugs, kisses, and baby vomit. Boy, did I talk Michelle's little ear off. She changed up her therapist advice-- finally. Instead of replying to my speech with "milk?", she replied with "milk, please?"

Hell yeah I gave my adorable baby girl some milk. She was so full she fell into a milk-coma.

My eyes often flicker to the entrance for a glimpse of Ni'ev, because I've been wanting to give him some milk, too. I've only seen glimpses of him these past few days. Thankfully, the daycare ends around the time the guys begin their afternoon training. I get to watch Ni'ev sweat and glisten like a donut until he lays on his back to stare at the sky and cool off, legs spread wide enough for me to fit between.

Damn, I miss him.

"Thanks, Rosa!" Nebula says as she picks up the babies and heads out. Now that I'm alone, I rush to the stair on the pyramid, where I spy on Ni'ev from.

It looks like I missed a few minutes. The guys are gathered, already going at it. I lock my eyes on Ni'ev, and I enjoy the show. I wish he was completely nude, but his chest will have to do.

They're practicing with weapons today. I don't particularly love this, because those guys are vicious. They swing with ferocious speed and force.

I sigh, remembering what it was like when I was against Ni'ev in the ship. Now I can only watch those muscles from a distance. His legs--

Our eyes connect. He spots me sitting on the pyramid and becomes distracted right as his partner swings. A red slice runs across his bicep, and he falls.

"No!"

My legs take off. I'm in tears before I even reach the last step of the pyramid. He's hurt. He needs me.