Chapter 111: Chapter 111
Dron spent longer in the Life Nectar pool than he would’ve liked to, but after Gerax left he and Tempest at the house, Tempest all but marched him into the pool and forced him to stay in there with her as they both healed from the wounds they got from being under a crumbled house.
She didn’t say anything to him as they both sat in the tub.
It was the silence that was getting to him. He had a million questions. He wanted to go hunting. Wanted to find the clues he needed to get his investigation underway. He wanted to figure out who he could trust.
There were very few.
He could go to Maznik. But the older alpha may not want to go up against the royals. Mexyn may have a few people that she trusted, but that didn’t mean that they trusted Dron.
He surely didn’t trust his Mark Chief.
Dron hated this feeling of not knowing what to do.
It was one of the main pleasures he got out of being part of the military class. There was always a plan, and when there wasn’t one, Dron rarely had issues creating one there on the spot. With this, Dron had no idea what he should do.
What he should do would guarantee Tempest would be safe.
"I guess we should get something to eat. We didn’t really have much breakfast." Tempest sighed from where she was sitting on the other side of the tub.
"I’m not hungry." Dron grumbled.
He was in a poor mood. He knew it, and what made him feel even worse was the fact that he knew it was through no fault of Tempest.
"Well, I am, so you’re going to sit with me while I eat. I’d prefer if you would eat along with me." Tempest glared at him for a second before she stood in all her beautiful nakedness and got out of the tub.
He grumbled and wanted to say something in return. Wanted to tell her that she wasn’t the boss of him, but there was no need. He would be lying. She was the boss of him. He felt weak.
Thankfully, all the injuries they’d sustained in the collapse were taken care of by the Life Nectar, so when he pushed himself up to stand, he felt good as new. Stronger even. He didn’t know if that was simply because he’d felt as if he had more work to do or because just being in Tempest’s vicinity made him feel stronger. He wouldn’t question it too much.
Without much of another word, Dron got himself dressed and walked into the cooking area where Tempest was sitting at the table waiting to be served. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and she tapped her foot at an alarming speed. That was one of her tells when she was upset. She’d tap or fidget.
Seemed like he wasn’t the only one who was in a bad mood.
"What are you in the mood for?" Dron asked her, though he didn’t bother to look at her as she answered.
"Something fast. I want to sleep," she replied tightly.
"Fine." Dron replied.
He opened the cooling chest and pulled out something he could put into the automatic fabricator. Usually he would cook for Tempest from scratch, but if she wanted quick, he could give her that too.
He slammed the meal into the fabricator, pressed a few buttons, and waited the few seconds it would take for the meal to be done. When it was finished, he pulled it out and nearly slammed it down in front of Tempest.
She startled and then narrowed her eyes on the plate before she looked up at Dron.
"What is your problem?"
"I don’t have a problem," Dron spat out before he walked over to the other side of the table and sat. He wasn’t going to eat anything.
"You do have a problem." Tempest pushed up from her chair and walked in his direction. More like she stormed over to him. She still had her arms crossed over her chest.
"I’m telling you I don’t have a problem. Why can’t you just believe what I’m saying?" Dron groaned and leaned back in his seat.
"I’m not going to believe what you’re saying because you look like someone just shoved a ball of shit in your mouth. We both went through that. Both lost friends today. Why is it that you get to act like you’re the only one affected?"
The rage doubled inside of Dron, and he fought it back. He didn’t want to take his anger out on her, but she wasn’t leaving it alone.
"Just drop it, Tempest. Drop it." He got up from his seat, and this time it was him that was trying to walk away from the problem. He didn’t want to deal with this right now. Didn’t want to deal with any of this.
"No, I’m not going to drop it. Are you mad that I’m going to try and do something? Mad that we are put in this situation to begin with? Mad that you didn’t get to kill those guys how you wanted? What is it?" Tempest threw her hands up, and Dron turned on her, snarling and using his height to hover over her. She looked up at him, but she didn’t back down.
"I’m mad that I want to. I’m mad that I want to help and that it comes so plainly to me, yet it doesn’t seem to come plainly to anyone else. No one helped me when the locals came after me. No one came to help when I was beaten and chased through the woods. The fact that I want to help and avenge what happened to Aixen and his family just furthers the idea that there’s something wrong with me. How could anyone see something like this happening and not want to help? I’m mad that the community I’ve been trying so hard to be part of isn’t as good as I want them to be, and I’m mad because you’re here to witness it."
Tempest’s mouth opened and then shut quickly as a breath huffed from her nose.
It was clear she thought he was going to say something different.
"Dron, that doesn’t mean that something is wrong with you. In fact, I’d argue that something is wrong with everyone else. The level of empathy on this planet is seriously lacking. At least from what I’ve been able to see so far. That is until the people are introduced to the problems. You can see it even with Mexyn and Gerax. They didn’t know what was going on, but the minute they found out how the poor class was living, they both wanted to help. I don’t know why there was no one around to help you when you were going through the mess you were going through. It’s nearly criminal that you were allowed to be treated that way, but that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. And I’m here now. I’m going to make sure that I can protect you. I don’t know how, but you can just call me your personal Superman." She smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer to her.
"Superman? What is that?" Dron questioned. The name didn’t translate into his device.
Tempest giggled and then turned so she was directly between his legs. She laid the other arm on his shoulder, wrapping her hands behind his neck.
"Superman is a superhero on my planet. He fights for what’s good. He’s indestructible and honorable."
Dron liked the idea of that.
"Sounds nice, but shouldn’t I be your Superman?" Dron tilted his head and looked up at the woman who always seemed to pull him out of his bad moods with just a touch.
"You already are, silly." She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
He was her Superman? A hero in her eyes? How could that be possible? He was no one’s Superman. No one’s hero.
He deepened the kiss. He couldn’t stop his body from reacting to her. Dron knew this wasn’t the most ideal time to want her, but he couldn’t help it.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her tightly. She moaned and melted into him. The kiss became fervent, and he pulled at her clothing. Not enough to take it off, but just enough to let Tempest know he’d wished she weren’t wearing anything.
"We shouldn’t... you could be—"
Dron cut off Tempest’s words. If she were only stopping because she thought he was hurt from what they went through earlier, then he would make it abundantly clear to her that she had nothing to worry about.
He lifted her so she was fully seated on his lap, and she could feel how aroused he was at that moment. There was something more than just lust and desire. Something entwined with those feelings.
Relief.
Dron pulled away from Tempest for a second.
"I could’ve lost you. You were nearly killed today. I could’ve lost you." Dron whispered up at her.
"I’m not going anywhere, Dron. I promise you I’m not going anywhere." Tempest leaned back down and kissed him again. Her breath hitched, and he could feel the emotions right there at the tip of her tongue. She’d gone through so much, and she was still strong enough to want to push forward.
"We’re going to figure this out. I promise you." Dron pulled away just to say that.
"I know. I trust you, Dron. In every way. I trust you."
Dron couldn’t hold back any longer. He stood and rushed this time to the closest room.
Hers.
He dropped her on the bed and quickly managed to get the cloth she had wrapped around her body off. He was so grateful for these simple garments. Especially when it came to getting them off.
"Dron..." Tempest moaned and spread her legs. She was leaking slick already.
Dron kissed where he could reach, but he wasn’t taking his time. The thought that she could have been taken away from him again really was putting him on edge. He just needed to be close to her. Needed to strengthen the connection.
Dron took off the rest of his clothing and lined himself up with her. He hoped there wouldn’t be much pain this time.
"You’re okay... are you sore inside?"
"I’m fine. Really. I swear," she whispered.
Dron nodded his head, and he slowly slid inside of her.
If he thought the first time with her was the best, then this was on a whole other level. Was it possible that he could feel better every time they came together like this?
He didn’t know for sure, but he was excited to find out.
