Lockheed's perspective on human and/or mutant courtship rituals

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He had had enough sun, for now. Lockheed stretched and flexed. Time and past time to find his human. His time on this planet had taught him that humans needed to be looked after. Companionship was the second-to-primary need for human survival.

And he didn’t want Kitty to be too lonely without him.

Lockheed took wing, flying above the other humans in this place with connections of their own. Some, he would allow to enjoy his presence. He liked the blue one with the tail, when he could be convinced to sit still.

But he wasn’t around at the moment and Lockheed was starting to worry about his human. Kitty.

Ah. There she was. Sitting with a human male. Even from this far away, he could smell their pheromones. She was… interested in him. And he, her.

It was a little early for kittens, in his mind, but given the way humans went about everything backwards, maybe he needn’t worry.

He called to her, his special little song that he used just to greet her, and inspected the male.

He was the rugged sort human females seemed most likely to choose in the throes of oestrus. Not as overblown as some specimens in the mansion, but still…

“What the hell is that?” said the male.

“Huh? Oh Lockheed. Um. There’s a long story and a space ship involved. We sorta found each other and he’s been with me ever since.”

She found the bliss-spot between his shoulder blades with practiced fingers and deliciously sharp nails. AaaaaaAAAAAAHHhhhhhh….

“Weird,” said the male. “Do you ever get used to everything? I mean, all the mutant weirdness?“

"We’re X-men. Weird is part of the job.”

He made to join Kitty’s hand at the scratching. Lockheed growled.

“Don’t be mean, Lockheed. He’s trying to be nice.”

Like hell he was. Lockheed had already smelled his intentions and getting in good with the owner was just one of many tactics the nastier males used to get sex and avoid raising kits.

Lockheed wanted a male willing to lifebond with his human. He did not want her sad and alone. Or as sad and alone as she could get with him looking after her.

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