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Anith wasn't kidding when he said he would be gone. Roxanne took the time to explore. She went through every room in the house, then outside. It was farmland.

She didn't get a good look before. She sat down, turning on the TV. It was insane. A few days ago she was just minding her business, and now she was sorta dating a hot alien.

Heh. And he was hot. A little...what was he? Maybe it was primal? Was that the best way to describe it?

But also kinda cute. His skin was blue. She couldn't believe how quickly she got used to that. It was pale blue, very light, his hair long and white. He kept it up most of the time.

She decided it asks him why it was so long, the next time she saw him.

He was muscular, strong, but lean. Like a cat almost. His eyes were dark. She couldn't quite discern the color, but they were dark.

"I have returned," the door opened with a creak, "With dinner," he shut the door behind him, taking in the sight of her on the couch.

He smiled. "It is evening. I hope you're hungry. I got-"

"I went to the store," she said nonchalantly, glancing at the tv.

His eye twitched. "Oh?"

"Just so that you don't have to hunt, and do all that other stuff every day, and work you know?"

He blinked. "Roxanne," he says lowly.

She shifted. That was the first time...was it the first time he said her name? It felt like it.

"Uh...yeah?"

He clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath. "If it is that important to you, that you have food from the...store. I will get you food from the store."

Roxanne stood. "I don't mean to offend you, I just..."

He turned around, peering down at her. "I am not used to this. You're not letting me do what I'm supposed to do," he cocked his head. "Are all human creators this way?"

She glanced away. "No. Some women-some people are fine. Being completely taken care of. I'm not one of them. I can't leave my life in your hands that way."

He frowned. "I...see. We're not familiar enough. Is that it?"

She nodded. "Yes. If you do everything, then I'm cut off from resources, in case..."

He frowned deeper, a strand of hair falling from his ponytail into his eyes. "I see. I apologize for making you uncomfortable. It's just...I want to take care of you. It's what I'm supposed to do. It's what I'm made for."

She smiled. "I'm still just a stranger to you, Anith."

He said nothing but was obviously discontent with that statement.

She reached to, touching the errant strand of his hair hesitantly. She watched his expression.

"I meant to ask...why you're hair is so long," she retracted her hand, smiling nervously, "Listen to me, lecturing you about us being strangers and touching you without permission. Can I touch it? Your hair."

He nodded. Pulling it out of its braid. "Our hair comes from our parents. It's a gift, like life. We don't cut it. At least not in my family."

She smiled. "That's beautiful. Your hair too. Such a pretty color."

He stared down at her, trying to settle himself. She was right. They were strangers. He had to be calm.

But he felt this strange connection to her. He'd decided. He didn't want another human.

He wanted her.

"Thank you," he whispered.

He evened his breathing, trying not to scare her. He was already so much larger than her. She was...cautious.

She stroked his hair idly. "And your mother? Did you know her? Where are your parents?"

He stepped closer to her. "They are back home. My mother is a kind woman. Very intelligent. She is strong. A true warrior." He rasped.

Roxanne smiled, looking up at him. "I see. That's nice."

He stepped even closer to her. "What about your parents?" He asked, content that she wasn't moving away from him.

Roxanne shrugged. "Dead. Most of the older generation is now. Unless they're rich."

"I'm sorry for your loss," he whispered.

She met his eyes. "Thank you."

Roxanne was suddenly aware of how close he was. His eyes fixed on hers intently, as if nothing else existed. She shifted under his gaze.

He was intense. He said nothing for a moment. She let go of his hair, letting it fall back on his chest.

She stepped back. He stepped forward. "May I take your hand," he asked.

Roxanne's breath shuddered. He smelled good. Like earth. She nodded quickly.

His large hand encased hers. His thumb rubbed her knuckles.

"Will you braid it back for me," he asked, his eyes on hers, burning.

Roxanne fanned herself for a moment. It was hot. Was it hot? It was hot.

"Sure. You're so tall though. You'll have to sit."

He nodded, not letting go of her hand. He walked her to the couch, carefully, his grip rough, and yet somehow gentle.

He sat down closing his eyes. Roxanne stood behind him, carefully gathering the strands of hair as she began to braid.

"You smell good," he murmured, as she pulled his hair into three strands.

"Oh? Is it cocoa butter? That's my body wash."

"I'm not sure what cocoa butter is," he said quietly, as she worked her hands through his hair

"Smells like you," he clipped, "Like..."

Mine. Smells like mine. But he didn't say that, because he already could tell she would not appreciate that.

"Ah, that's nice," she smiled. "All done."

She walked around the couch, standing in front of him. "You look pretty," her soft lips perked up.

Something ran through his veins he'd never felt before.

"Thank you," he smiled. "Humans say that a lot. Thank you and I'm sorry."

"Yes we do," Roxanne smiled, following the spiral of a curl in her bun idly.

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