(it still counts as Valentines day post right?)
Warnings: Nsfw hinting, swearing
The mechanic was staring again. Or at least you think he was, it's hard to tell without being able to actually see his eyes.
You are in the food hall trying to grab lunch. It has become a routine at this point. For the last week, every time you try to get your lunch he's there on the other side of the food hall, his reptilian head seems to follow you around.
It started when you had to patch him up. Apparently he got hurt because of a young foolish trainee. Something stupid, you weren't too sure as you didn't care enough to catch it all. Corízon was aggressive, his pride keeping him from letting me do my job, as the Laga Cie'o's are typically known to do, shouldering through most issues, even physical.
"Back up, tiny. I don't need any help. A small, soft thing like you would understand that it's only a graze to me." He growled, mocking you. Sighing through your nose, opting not to say anything as you didn't trust yourself to say something stupid, you just try to remain calm you keep trying to do your job
As much as you didn't want to put up with his pissy attitude, shoving you away anytime you brought the bandage close to him, you had to do your job. But you were being over worked and with most of the other medics, except Susie, had to be put on bed rest with half of the damned crew due to the flu going around. It had made you two feel like you were living a caffeine fueled nightmare.
Done with everything and everyone, the next time he snapped his teeth in warning, the final straw broke the camel's back.
You grabbed his snout, digging your nails in so he'd feel it through his thick, almost scaly, skin. Pulling it down to where you could look him in the eyes, if he had any visible, and you tried to muster as much venomous poison in your voice as possible. "Sir, shut the fuck up and sit down or I'll make it much more harder and more painful than it needs to be. So please, let me do my damn job." You forced through gritted teeth. He just sat there, mouth hanging open. So you took advantage of what you assumed to be shock, you started wrapping gaze around the chest of the 8 foot 10 terrestrial as best as you could.
After the shock wore off he seemed to just look at you with those hidden eyes under the skin. You hurried through your work and ushered him out, doing the same when he came back a couple of days later to make sure it was healing up as needed. Sure enough it was only a small scab, the quick healing being a member of the Laga Cie'o species a remarkable trait.
But ever since then it has been the same. Unnerving silence with seemingly aggressive staring. You have been worrying about him trying to figure out the best way to maim you or ruin you with how hard he's looking at you.
But, all you can do is try to ignore it. Maybe you should have Susie get your lunch when she goes to pick up hers. You'll ask her when you get back. Noticing the last person in front of you, you hurry to get your food and scurry towards the exit of the cafeteria. Smiling at the smell of your food, you already let Corízon sink to the depths of your mind and try to hurry back to your office so you can enjoy your yummy goodness.
Something grabs your shoulder making you stop and flinch, causing your delicious nutrients and the tray fall on the ground with a splat. "Aw" feeling upset and disheartened, you turn to look at the culprit with a pout. You turn to a chest, with the usual mechanics work outfit. Looking up, you see a white and red spotted snout looking back at you.
"we need to talk, soft medic" he growled out with, huffing with his open maw. Scenting, he's scenting you. You tense up in response to this realization. You look around and see that no one is around. This would be the perfect time for him to attempt to make you eat your own words from a week ago.
"haha, well if you need to talk, we could always schedule an appointment, but I really gotta get back. So, uh, if you don't mind, excuse me " you say, and turn on your heel, attempting to escape whatever he wants from you. But, his two right arms shoot against the wall in front of you, and you hear the other two shoot out behind you, and he moves forward, effectively caging you in. Looking up at him, you try to seem brave as best as you can. " Alright Sir -"
He leans in, close enough that his breathing is directly hitting you in the face. "My name, is Corízon, soft medic."
You squint at him unsure why he is telling you this.
"uh- ok. Corízon," He seems to brighten up at that, but that can't be right. "can you tell me what you want to talk about. I have quite a bit to do still on top of getting my lunch, since I dropped mine." You said, trying to hint at what he did without getting killed.
He pauses, his lips pulling back- oh God. Oh God, he's gonna bite you- oh. No, is he smiling? His large, thick tail seems to be wagging, thumping the floor with every downward swing of it.
He tell me this, making your eyes snap to him.
"food, softie. It's part of the courting after all." Your eyes bulge out of your sockets at this.
He chuckles, in that deep raspy voice of his, noticing the look on your face. "I plan to court you, food is part of our courting."
Your eyebrows furrow at the confusion. "Why the hell do you wanna court me?!?!" You ask, unable to keep the burning question down.
He leaned down, practically hunched over you to do so, three arms, on moving to a run over your ass cheek, and one leg between yours pressing against you. He shoved his nose into your neck, and started scenting once again, like he couldn't get enough of you. He mumbles something incoherent before continuing to answer.
"You're brave, for someone so tiny. A hard worker, intelligent and fiery when necessary... I liked it. " he growled the last part out.
You wheezed "you barely met me a week ago! And it wasn't even that long, you don't know anything!"
He huffed at that and pulled back to look at you. "You had so much to do and managed everything still. I saw this. In the short time I've noticed and watched you. You worked around and on me with. Your soft and quick hands, the times I've seen you through the halls or the cafeteria. I've picked up more than you realize little softie."
"But I haven't agreed. You don't even know anything about me, and I don't know anything about you!!!" He puts his nose back against your neck.
"No. But, I know enough and you can learn. I've already decided. This is merely informative so you understand my intentions. Because I want you." He says drawing a long strip from the edge of your shirt to just under your jaw, knee rubbing into your clothes sex and you try to bite down a moan. Huffing, he steps back and a minute later you hear others coming our way down the hall.
You try to act normal, like you weren't about to pass out. They pass by, not paying any mind to us, other than the odd glance when they almost stepped in the food, and he takes his chance to lean down with his mouth to my ear. "I will court you, and I plan to earn your affection as well, little medic" he says playfully nipping my earlobe. Shivering, you look at him like a deer in headlights as he stands to his full height bottom left hand pushing you down the hall. "Go to your office, I'll bring your food." He tells me.
"But remember, I'll make you want me, just as much as I want you, Little mate."
