they continued to wander in the woods, collecting the various plants that Jan required for the recipe to make him look human, Andrea heard a high-pitched chirp. It sounded like some kind of out-of-place bird. Jan reached into one of the many pockets on his coverall and withdrew the communication device she had seen him using the morning after their first kink-filled tryst. He muttered some syllables that were so foreign to her that if she hadn’t seen him make the sounds, Andrea would have questioned whether they were a language at all.
Jan listened, and Andrea heard a muted return of the sounds, something like Chinese mixed with German, with Russian for seasoning—harsh, slightly lisping, with throaty vowels and strange consonants. I don’t want to even imagine what the written system is like , she thought idly. Jan spoke again and then paused to listen once more. He was keeping his voice quiet, in spite of the fact they were alone in the woods. Andrea looked around them. The animals, whatever might have been in the area, went silent at the sound of speech. There was a final interchange between Jan and his colleague, and then Jan shut off the device and slipped it back into his pocket. “I have begun the scheme,” Jan said, giving Andrea a playful smile.
“Just what did you tell them?”
Jan’s lips twitched as he turned to continue through the woods in search of more ingredients for the recipe he had been given. “That I have found a woman. She lives with a family, so I must take precautions. I am staking out—this is the right word? I am watching her to find a moment when she may be vulnerable. I must keep silence, but will check in again when all is clear.” Andrea shook her head, smiling at the ruse.
They continued on their quest, with Jan asking Andrea what the English words were for the plants he was gathering. Some of them she knew; acorns were easy to identify, as was a type of fern that she remembered was edible. Even more of them, though, she had no idea of the names, no idea if they were even poisonous to her. She hoped Jan knew what he was doing, that he wasn’t just gathering plants willy-nilly and that he wouldn’t die from his concoction. The idea of having to take an alien to the hospital to get his stomach pumped was unappealing, to say the least.
When they returned home, Andrea had another concern as Jan began to brew the plants he had gathered on her stove, chopping and tearing, crushing and mixing things into a pot of water. The smell wasn’t terrible—it was green, faintly bitter-edged, with a weird citrusy undercurrent from some of the berries he had collected—but it was bound to attract some notice from her neighbors. What if some idiot thinks I’m turning the house into some kind of meth lab? But she had to let Jan proceed. The kitchen became steamy, and Andrea’s head swam from the different vapors that filled the air along with the scent. She was drenched in sweat and wondered why Jan didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
“You should take off your clothes,” he said, glancing at her with amusement in his honey-gold eyes.
“We are not having sex while you work on some potion,” Andrea countered firmly. “You might, I don’t know, miss the timing or something.” Jan left the stove, coming over to lift her to her feet, his hands wandering slowly all over her body through the fabric of her clothes.
“You are my mate,” he murmured lowly, brushing his lips against hers. “If you are to be my sub, then I will expect you to be naked as much as possible.” He cupped her breast, giving her a squeeze. “I love your body, little Drea. So soft and yielding…” He teased her nipple through her clothes, and Andrea let out a slightly whimpering moan of reaction. “Besides,” Jan said, his voice taking on an amused tone, “if you are naked you will not mind the heat so much.” Andrea chuckled as Jan stepped back, turning his attention back to the brewing potion.
Jan listened, and Andrea heard a muted return of the sounds, something like Chinese mixed with German, with Russian for seasoning—harsh, slightly lisping, with throaty vowels and strange consonants. I don’t want to even imagine what the written system is like , she thought idly. Jan spoke again and then paused to listen once more. He was keeping his voice quiet, in spite of the fact they were alone in the woods. Andrea looked around them. The animals, whatever might have been in the area, went silent at the sound of speech. There was a final interchange between Jan and his colleague, and then Jan shut off the device and slipped it back into his pocket. “I have begun the scheme,” Jan said, giving Andrea a playful smile.
“Just what did you tell them?”
Jan’s lips twitched as he turned to continue through the woods in search of more ingredients for the recipe he had been given. “That I have found a woman. She lives with a family, so I must take precautions. I am staking out—this is the right word? I am watching her to find a moment when she may be vulnerable. I must keep silence, but will check in again when all is clear.” Andrea shook her head, smiling at the ruse.
They continued on their quest, with Jan asking Andrea what the English words were for the plants he was gathering. Some of them she knew; acorns were easy to identify, as was a type of fern that she remembered was edible. Even more of them, though, she had no idea of the names, no idea if they were even poisonous to her. She hoped Jan knew what he was doing, that he wasn’t just gathering plants willy-nilly and that he wouldn’t die from his concoction. The idea of having to take an alien to the hospital to get his stomach pumped was unappealing, to say the least.
When they returned home, Andrea had another concern as Jan began to brew the plants he had gathered on her stove, chopping and tearing, crushing and mixing things into a pot of water. The smell wasn’t terrible—it was green, faintly bitter-edged, with a weird citrusy undercurrent from some of the berries he had collected—but it was bound to attract some notice from her neighbors. What if some idiot thinks I’m turning the house into some kind of meth lab? But she had to let Jan proceed. The kitchen became steamy, and Andrea’s head swam from the different vapors that filled the air along with the scent. She was drenched in sweat and wondered why Jan didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
“You should take off your clothes,” he said, glancing at her with amusement in his honey-gold eyes.
“We are not having sex while you work on some potion,” Andrea countered firmly. “You might, I don’t know, miss the timing or something.” Jan left the stove, coming over to lift her to her feet, his hands wandering slowly all over her body through the fabric of her clothes.
“You are my mate,” he murmured lowly, brushing his lips against hers. “If you are to be my sub, then I will expect you to be naked as much as possible.” He cupped her breast, giving her a squeeze. “I love your body, little Drea. So soft and yielding…” He teased her nipple through her clothes, and Andrea let out a slightly whimpering moan of reaction. “Besides,” Jan said, his voice taking on an amused tone, “if you are naked you will not mind the heat so much.” Andrea chuckled as Jan stepped back, turning his attention back to the brewing potion.
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