Ziam turns and heads to what I assume is the sink, though the faucet is... flaccid for lack of a better word. Atiox sits across from me, the golden chains dangling between his horns distracting.
“I was hoping we could schedule a procedure to take care of your chronic medical condition.” His face is open and kind, watching me closely as he waits for my response.
“You mean my asthma?” My eyebrows furrow.
“Yes,” Ziam answers for him, placing a hand on Atiox’s shoulder as he slides a glass of water to me.
“A... procedure? Like,surgery?” I shake my head as I say it, already thoroughly freaked out by the idea.
Lux sits smoothly next to me. “Well, I assume it would be more a metal tool inserted and—”
“Absol-fucking-lutely not,” I blurt, chest feeling tight at the mere thought.
“Wedari,” Atiox starts, his large face gentle, “It would eliminate your need for the medication.”
“Nope. No, thank you. No tools or lasers or magic alien fingers in mylungs. My asthma is usually fine. I’ll keep doing what I’m doing. We can talk if I ever get to a place where it’s not.” My voice is firm and even, and I spare a moment to be proud that I stuck up for myself. Before that feeling wears off, I quickly add, “Though I need my clothes to have pockets so I can keep my inhaler on me at all times.”
It’s a bit hyperbolic; I used to leave a spare in my car or backpack and venture out without it but I’ll be damned if women’s clothes on an alien planet don’t have pockets, for fuck’s sake.
Ziam silently slides me another slice of bread and dip. I pick it up eagerly even as he offers plates of the snack to Lux and Atiox. We all eat in companionable silence. But I’d be lying if I said I felt relaxed or comfortable around them. But, in fairness, I am getting used to their presence, and that’s something, I suppose.
But soon, Lux presses her long, lean body to standing. I jerk my eyes away from her small tits.Jesus, when did I become such a horn-ball?
“Come, omega, let us show you your nest,” she says quietly, her tail extended towards me.
When she notices my eyes upon it, it lowers slowly. I stand as I clear my throat. “Let’s go,” I say in a fake-cheerful voice.I can make the best of this. I know I can. I did of prison, and this is... similar, I guess.
I follow Lux up the first flight of stairs, the guys close behind me. We walk past the first door, which is Atiox’s room, where I awoke. I assume the next two doors are Lux’s and Ziam’s rooms but at the last door, I pause.Is this mine?
However, Lux heads directly to the narrow steps up to the third floor.Guess not.
The third floor is much like the second, being that it’s a hallway, with the open space of the library to the left. But two doors marks the wall to the right.
Lux opens the first door and gestures me inside. I bite my lip as I do so, nerves warring inside me.
And what I find makes me gasp. The ceiling slopes inward, like you might expect from A-frame, but the left side is fully alien-glass, and the blue needled trees outside nearly kiss the window. Above I can see the sky, its glow a happy orange even through the drizzle. Curtains drape, held to the window wall by what appear to be living boughs.
A humongous bed, fully square and large enough for a football team, waits. To the right is a red-wood wall, one door in it that is surrounded by what I guess is alien art. Each abstract piece is framed in black and the paintings are bold, done only in shades of blue. My eyes turn back to the cracked open door, to which I assume is to a bathroom. At least I hope it is.
I turn back to the bed and notice the piles of blankets and pillows lined up neatly under the windows.
“Choose, sweetheart,” Ziam rumbles, “What shades and textures do you prefer for your nest?”
I look between the three of them and see only kindness in their eyes. I turn back and slowly step into the calm space. Ialready feel at ease here, and when I spot a desk tucked into a corner, looking out the huge windows, I smile, yet again envisioning a life here.
I walk across the room and drop to my knees near the pillows. I glance over my shoulder as I feel them approach.
“It is your nest,” Atiox says, his already low voice rough. “You choose what it will feel and look like. Then we will await your invitation to enter it.”
Turning back, I am immediately taken by a fluffy looking blanket that is a pretty peach shade. I scoop it up, pressing my face to it. It is indeed soft and snuggly. Holding it against me, I look around. Several muted green pillows catch my eye and I stand, grabbing them and sliding them closer to the bed. I hear the alphas make noises of approval. I suddenly feel like I’m on a shopping spree to decorate a new apartment or something, and I grin. I search out anything peach-y or pink-ish, grabbing sheets, blankets of different textures, various pillows. I look over the pile of options and grab out several more green items, a huge shell-shaped pillow and another that’s wedge shaped, imagining laying on it and reading. An incredibly soft woven blanket in a mossy green. I see a small green cloth with gold threaded through it, and I snatch it, standing and crossing the room, laying it over the shade of a lamp.
I realize my alphas are purring, and that I feel more relaxed than I have in years. I can’t say I hate it, but I internally complain again about alien sex pollen, even as I enjoy the calming effects.
“We’ll dress your nest now, wedari,” Atiox rumbles. The three of them step further into the room and begin making the bed.
“I’ll help,” I offer, not wanting to just stand and stare.
“No,” Lux says gently, turning her sharp but pretty face to me as she arranges a blanket, “It’s our duty, and we are happy to.”
