There appeared to be a fine line between smart and stupid, and right then Valerie wasn’t entirely sure which she she belonged too. The idea of not being the next sought out meal had required the blonde to think quickly. Rashly perhaps, as there was no guarantee either way. To teach such a creature the ways of life in this world could open up unexpected possibilities. Optimism had her clutch at the notion that perhaps, if done right, good might come of it. Even if she realised the potential for the catastrophic. Though she had no way to know right then which would occur. Only that one would. The best chance she had at survival right then was the very same reason she had given the brunette a free meal.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Valerie tried to believe that saying as she watched Sabra blatantly look her over, from head to toe and back up again. The oddest feeling ran through the blonde, the split second sensation of being exposed, despite being fully dressed. Then it was gone, and the brunette had given her answer. Sabra could be lying, she didn’t know her, yet she had no option but to trust her. The only concrete thought that went through her mind as the woman began to smile was, she hasn’t tried to kill me.
That didn’t stop the tingle at the back of her neck as that smile widened to show white teeth. The brunette’s eyes on hers so intently with a mixed grin of feral and ferocious left the blonde wondering if maybe she’d been wrong. The air in her lungs stilled for a second and she opened her mouth to whisper, “Then we have a de-...”
Words were cut short as Sabra grabbed her so fast that Valerie snapped her mouth shut. Teeth clattered together loudly and she sucked in a deep breath through her nose. Equal measures of surprise and horror washed through the blonde. The grip on her shoulders felt strong, very strong, but the brunette’s hands didn’t feel like they were trying to actually harm her in any way. Valerie didn’t have a chance to think about it further because like it or not she got pulled into the woman.
Over the years she’d learned to deal with many situations she’d never thought would happen. None of them had prepared her for this. It wasn’t an embrace, she knew that, yet they were pressed together in such a way it would seem like it to others. Things got tense when Sabra pushed her face into her hair, almost against her neck, and Valerie wondered why her life didn’t pass before her eyes if this was the end. The brunette gave a sniff and suddenly Valerie remembered to breathe again. Sabra wasn’t going to bite her, she was doing what predatory species did, inhaling the scents that clung to people the way animals did with each other. Valerie’s fingers curled into the fabric of her jeans then splayed against her legs in relief. Alright she grasped what was going on but that didn’t make her comfortable. The brunette’s hair was in her face and it didn’t smell clean, tickling against her cheek, and that one exhale of breath from Sabra had sent a shiver down her spine. Valerie chalked it up to fear, and nerves reacting accordingly to stimuli. Then just as abruptly as it had began, it stopped.
Valerie blinked a few times, a faint warmth spread across her neck, mildly flustered at having her personal space so utterly invaded in such an intimate way. There would be no use shouting about it right now, it could lead to a fight that she would really rather not participate in. Boundaries would need to be set and learned but given that they’d only just met, the blonde was just pleased she still had her head attached to her body. What was a little hair sniffing when that could be the alternative?
“Hygiene is important.”
Valerie pressed her lips together, focused on Sabra, and tried to answer the best way she could. “We use shampoo to clean our hair, then conditioner to keep it untangled. There are all sorts of body washes too. They have many different scents because nobody wants to smell bad. People here like to be clean, those who are not are often judged by others. Clean hair is attractive to others. Washing it keeps it shiny and soft.”
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The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Valerie tried to believe that saying as she watched Sabra blatantly look her over, from head to toe and back up again. The oddest feeling ran through the blonde, the split second sensation of being exposed, despite being fully dressed. Then it was gone, and the brunette had given her answer. Sabra could be lying, she didn’t know her, yet she had no option but to trust her. The only concrete thought that went through her mind as the woman began to smile was, she hasn’t tried to kill me.
That didn’t stop the tingle at the back of her neck as that smile widened to show white teeth. The brunette’s eyes on hers so intently with a mixed grin of feral and ferocious left the blonde wondering if maybe she’d been wrong. The air in her lungs stilled for a second and she opened her mouth to whisper, “Then we have a de-...”
Words were cut short as Sabra grabbed her so fast that Valerie snapped her mouth shut. Teeth clattered together loudly and she sucked in a deep breath through her nose. Equal measures of surprise and horror washed through the blonde. The grip on her shoulders felt strong, very strong, but the brunette’s hands didn’t feel like they were trying to actually harm her in any way. Valerie didn’t have a chance to think about it further because like it or not she got pulled into the woman.
Over the years she’d learned to deal with many situations she’d never thought would happen. None of them had prepared her for this. It wasn’t an embrace, she knew that, yet they were pressed together in such a way it would seem like it to others. Things got tense when Sabra pushed her face into her hair, almost against her neck, and Valerie wondered why her life didn’t pass before her eyes if this was the end. The brunette gave a sniff and suddenly Valerie remembered to breathe again. Sabra wasn’t going to bite her, she was doing what predatory species did, inhaling the scents that clung to people the way animals did with each other. Valerie’s fingers curled into the fabric of her jeans then splayed against her legs in relief. Alright she grasped what was going on but that didn’t make her comfortable. The brunette’s hair was in her face and it didn’t smell clean, tickling against her cheek, and that one exhale of breath from Sabra had sent a shiver down her spine. Valerie chalked it up to fear, and nerves reacting accordingly to stimuli. Then just as abruptly as it had began, it stopped.
Valerie blinked a few times, a faint warmth spread across her neck, mildly flustered at having her personal space so utterly invaded in such an intimate way. There would be no use shouting about it right now, it could lead to a fight that she would really rather not participate in. Boundaries would need to be set and learned but given that they’d only just met, the blonde was just pleased she still had her head attached to her body. What was a little hair sniffing when that could be the alternative?
“Hygiene is important.”
Valerie pressed her lips together, focused on Sabra, and tried to answer the best way she could. “We use shampoo to clean our hair, then conditioner to keep it untangled. There are all sorts of body washes too. They have many different scents because nobody wants to smell bad. People here like to be clean, those who are not are often judged by others. Clean hair is attractive to others. Washing it keeps it shiny and soft.”