He was insufferable. When he'd pulled away from her leaving her with such self doubt and guilt over being weak currently, Elena's face plopped down against the bed saddened yet he'd left her with hope. She would find it to be only temporarily, seeing him motion for her to rise. Elena mustered the strength within her and found she could at last rise. Somewhat shakily, but his special Terran girl shifted along the bed over to the edge where he stood. First her leg fell over the edge as she began to slide off, then the rest of her followed until she moved into a kneeling position before him. What was she told to do again? He was distracting her with promises of holding her throughout the night if she could manage to clean herself and make it back to the bed. A small whimper sounded and he felt the hot puff of breath across his tip, telling him she held doubt in herself.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"I don't like the term pet,"</span>she told him then licked upwards until her tongue met the base of his shaft, leaving a trail of her saliva. She sat beneath him with tear streaked cheeks but with a determination in her actions despite how weary and battered she really was.