Atin was too busy glaring at the woman to really care what she called him or what tone she took with him. He didn’t rightly understand women and their general strangeness. Not that he’d spent much time around them in general. The only women he’d ever met in his line of work were generals, and strictly off limits. Plus, they never acted like women in the real world. They were battle hardened soldiers, and he saw them as fighters and warriors rather than something soft and inherently female that he could lust after. Atin didn’t rightly know how to treat women, so he treated them like he did everyone who wasn’t in his immediate squad; with indifference and annoyance. This woman was no different. Atin chose not to look at the way her clothes clung to her shapely body, and he chose, very consciously, not to notice her figure or the soft shine of her hair. Nope. She was a civilian, and he wasn’t about to get involved with someone who not only annoyed him, but shouldn’t be involved with him in the first place.
He was a firm believer of keeping out of civilian issues, and she was certainly an issue. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to just follow her lead and allow her to take him back to her room, but whatever it was, it was stupid. He intended to get out of here as soon as he could. Not only could this get him into heaps of trouble, but he was pretty sure he’d be missed at some point, and his brothers would go looking for him. That would be even more trouble. Atin decided he didn’t really want to deal with all that. He should leave now before…The ding of the coffee maker had his head whipping towards the sound so fast, he was certain he’d gotten whiplash. The strong scent of coffee wafted towards him, and as any man who spent most of his time living off stims, cookies, sugar and caffeine, he was instantly drawn to the smell. Keeping a wary eye on the woman, he stood, setting the ice pack on the table, before he headed quickly over to the coffee cup. He added a fair amount more of sugar, then grabbed the mug, all the while keeping his gaze steadily on the woman. He wasn’t about to let her out of his sight.
Civilians, and women in particular, were tricky people. They weren’t honest, they weren’t good, and they had bad intentions. Or at least, that was the opinion Atin had formed of them over the course of his short life. It wasn’t about to change just because this woman had nice legs…Wait, what? No, it wasn’t about to change because she gave him coffee! That sounded better. Atin’s gaze darted to the cup, then back to her as he settled back on the couch. He took a long swig of the coffee then set it down hastily on the table. The woman seemed placid enough as she sipped her drink, and Atin decided now would be a good time to go. Before he could open his mouth, unfortunately, she stood, and Atin tensed sharply. What was she planning on doing? What he imagined she’d planned and what she did were two entirely different things. Atin felt his eyes widened, jaw slackening as she removed her clothing. He was quite certain his face had turned beet red, and he could feel the heat creeping up his neck all the way to his ears. He swallowed hard, but found he was unable to pull his eyes away.
“Shab,” he rasped, managing to look only at her face (With much difficulty). Without warning, he grabbed the pillow next to him and shoved it at her, trying to hold it up to hide her body. “W-what are you doing?” he demanded, trying to sound stern, though his voice cracked slightly. “You-you’re a woman! And you can’t undress in front of me! Are you insane?!” Still, his traitorous eyes slid along her body appreciatively, and he couldn’t help but admire her curves and soft skin. Wait, no! He would not fall under her spell…no matter how much he wanted to. “I-I…I don’t…It’s not appropriate!…it’s…It’s not!” But still…she was pretty…His gaze slid back to her, and he couldn’t help grabbing another eyeful. “What are you thinking? I barely even know you!”