#crownsgambit

The sky was just beginning to properly light for the day and Bill was making his morning rounds.        Straying towards the edge of town, he paused as he heard the rattle of chain link; a gate opening. His guard went immediately up and he changed directions, grabbing for his rifle.         Listening closely to the movements below- the crunch of shoes on loose asphalt, the rub of pants on pants- he followed the intruder to a point where he could lean over the roof for a good shot.        “Hey!” he called out, rifle trained on the stranger. “Can’t you fuckin’ read?”

Several moments later, she is holding a glass out. “How did you find me over here?”

"Ah, shit-" Bill lifted the glass to smell it and swore softly. "How th’ hell did I not notice that?” he muttered. It was subtle, but he could smell something off.        Setting the drink down with disgust, he waved the bar tender over for another and asked the stranger, “Did y’ see who did it?”

Zizi grit her teeth and shook her head.        “No, I get you.” She swallowed. It was hard to think of anything except the wound. “I just... I just need you to help me clean it, so I can get it wrapped up-” 

The alien almost stuck to the ruse, but chills rose across his entire body as the finger trailed along his side and he shivered from head to foot. His belly lurched and he peeked suspiciously at Tommy.       “Mmm...” He closed his eyes again, stretching out languidly. “Comfortable...” 

“I will crush you if you even think about it.”

Zizi gasped, covering her mouth as delight and love poured through her, threatening to sweep her away.      “Thomas!” she squealed, “She’s adorable! She’s soCUTEI’mgoingtoeather!”