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Feeling (Sixth Part to Need A Hero)

Summary: Kronu and (Y/N) try to spend time together before he leaves, but the government interrupts them.

(The reader uses she/her pronouns and is 18+. The ethnicity/race is any.)

I am a warrior, he reminded himself, trying to slow down his heartbeat. A small ooman will not make me shy and nervous like some pup. The sound of a small moan made him pause his inner thoughts and he looked down to see laying on his chest, his little ooman warrior, (Y/N). Her head was laying not far from his heart, and he wondered if she was listening to it in her sleep.

Their living arrangement usually had them sleeping in separate rooms. He would sleep in the living room on the couch, while she stayed sleeping in her bed. Some nights she would sleep on the couch with him, after watching a movie. But tonight was different. Tonight, she wanted him to be in her bed, holding her in her sleep.

She wants to be vulnerable, he quickly realized after he heard her request. She wants to be vulnerable with me. The females of his kind were very picky with who they wanted to be vulnerable with and they also made the males work extremely hard to earn their presence.

Have I earned this vulnerability from her, he wondered, noticing her (H/C) hair. He’s touched it before, usually from petting her head before leaving or when she’s done something he’s approved of. She didn’t care for it (he could sense her irritation whenever he did it and found it amusing), but still allowed him to. She sees me as a worthy male?

“Mmm,” she hummed in her sleep, nuzzling her head more into his chest.

Will she wake up, he wondered, wanting to touch and pet her hair now, but not wanting to disturb her sleep. Just as he was about to lift his hand to touch her head, she woke up.

“Big guy,” she murmured, opening her eyes and lifting her head to look at him. Even though the room was dark, she could still see his eyes, glowing (I forgot if they can see in the dark or not or if their eyes glow) and looking down at her. “You’re still up?”

She couldn’t see if he nodded his head or not, but she heard a grunt and knew it meant ‘yes.’

“You alright?”

She guessed the silence following her question was another ‘yes.’

“I’m gonna miss you,...you know that, right?” She sat up from his chest and moved her body so she could be closer to what she hoped was his face.

She began reaching her hand out slowly wanting to feel his face, but not sure if that was alright or not. Despite them getting closer and closer together over the weeks, he hasn't given that much information on his species' customs, mannerisms, etc.

Sensing her hesitation, he grabbed her hand, slightly startling her and moved it to one of his lower mandibles, having a suspicion that that's what she wants. She won't harm me, he reminded himself, feeling his body beginning to become stiff but willing himself to relax. She’d never harm me.

"Is this okay," she asked, her voice trembling.

She could feel his head move up and down and sighed, happy that he wasn't uncomfortable.

It was silent for a while. She moved her hand from his lower mandible and moved it over his face, suddenly having the instinct to feel his features, at least once before he leaves. The whole the time he’d been there she was fascinated, but unnerved by his features, but now all she wanted to do was memorize every unique and foreign part.

Kronu could feel the control over his body slowly leaving him with each stroke of his features that (Y/N) gave. My ooman, he sighed, closing his eyes, his body, for the first time, was relaxing even more, almost melting at her touch.

"Hey big guy," she broke the silence, stopping her hand on what she could guess was his cheek. "We've been living in the same house for a while, and I don't think I've ever known your name."

She remembered the night that he entered her home to officially live with her and couldn't recall him ever telling her his name. Not even when he was teaching her how to read and write in his language. The first word he taught her how to write and read was 'yautja.' She knew that he knew her name, guessing he must've heard a phone call of hers or a neighbor that said it. He can't just leave without me ever knowing his name.

"What's your name?"

He was silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to pronounce it in a human language.

"K-ro-nu," he said.

"Kro-nu," she repeated. "Kronu. I like it."

"(Y/N)," he said.

"Yeah, Kronu and (Y/N)," she said. "Kronu, do your people...hug?"

The question confused him, and he tilted his head, looking at her. "H-ug?"

"Yeah. You know...putting your arms around someone. A hug."

She felt him shake his head 'no.'

"How does your people show affection?"

Her question was met with silence. At first, she thought maybe she offended him or made him uncomfortable, but then she felt him move somehow closer to her. Even though she couldn't see him, she could feel him moving his head closer and closer to hers till she felt him breathing on her. Is he...? she wondered, as his head came closer.

Suddenly, she felt the skin of his large forehead touching hers. His skin was warm, hard, yet smooth and she couldn't help but lean her head into his, chasing his warmth. He began to gently rub his forehead into hers, and she soon began doing the same. So, this is like a hug or kiss for him, she realized, happily rubbing her against his. A warm sensation soon began growing in both of their chests. Kronu didn't understand what this sensation was, but he didn't mind it as long as it was felt with (Y/N). (Y/N) knew what the sensation was but couldn't believe that she was feeling it and who she was feeling it for. I'm in love with an alien, she accepted, continuing to rub her head against his. Of all people, I'm in love with a fucking alien.

A small vibrating noise broke the thick, but nice silence between them and she pulled away from his forehead and looked up in the direction of his face with a startled look. "What was that? That noise, just now?"

"Y-You...soft...nice," he tried to explain, still making the sound.

It took her a second to realize what the sound was. Purring? He’s purring...like a cat. I’m making him purr?!

"Oo ' ans don't..." He asked.

"No, we don't," she told him, putting her hand on his chest, smiling at the vibration of his purr. “Wish we could.”

Just as he was about to ask her another question, he heard something.

It was the familiar sound of a van parking outside her house again, but this time it was different. It sounded like there was two vans instead of one. While the other times, he heard only four or five people in the van, this time it was more. He could hear at least seven people in each van, and they were all doing something he couldn’t quite figure out what.

“Kronu? Big guy?”

He felt (Y/N) pat her hand on his chest to get his attention and quickly grasped it.

“Kronu?”

The sound of a gun being cocked caught him by surprise and he let out low growl, realizing what was about to happen.

The growl he let out scared her and she tried to withdraw her hand from his, but he wouldn’t let go, instead he tightened his hold on her.

“Kronu, what-”

“We ‘ust leave,” he said, before pulling her off the bed and out of the room.

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