Fan Fiction / Zoids Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped in the Desert ❯ ^_^; I don't have a clue what to call it ( Chapter 2 )

Trapped in the Desert

Chapter Two

Blake found the remote for the television, sat down in the only chair in the living room, and turned on the TV set. Sure enough, there was a zoid battle on; however, it was an old one.

'This fight took place three days ago, and the announcer claims that this thing is live. Something is going on.' He heard the sounds of a broom and then a vacuum. 'It must have something to do with her.' A few minutes later, all the background noise stopped, so he resumed watching the screen.

After a few minutes, he grew bored and tried to change the station. All the other channels were blank. The girl only received one station.

The zoid pilot sighed, changing it back to the only channel that worked. 'This is going to become really old, really quickly.'

Suddenly, Blake felt something in his hair. He reached up only to come in contact with another hand.

Tori giggled. "Is anything wrong?" she asked as her delicate hands massaged his scalp and toyed with his dark and light brown hair.

"What do you think you're doing?" he inquired, ignoring her question. Truthfully, he didn't know how to answer it because nothing had been wrong.

"I'm seeing what your hair feels like," the redhead answered as she twirled a large copper-brown lock around one of her fingers.

"Why?" Blake frowned. 'This girl makes absolutely no sense.'

"Because I was curious, and I like how your hair looks," Tori responded. "It's interesting."

He stood up to get away from her soft hands. "Don't you know how to keep your hands to yourself?"

"No. Am I supposed to?" she easily countered, an innocent look on her face.

The man fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Do you play with anyone else's hair?"

She shook her head, causing her braid to swing back and forth. "No. Daddy's bald. He has a beard, but it's gray. Your hair is much more attractive than his."

Blake sighed in defeat. The girl was impossible to debate with. She won by sheer force of naiveté. Since he saw no reason to argue with her, he changed the subject. "Why do you only have one channel?"

"Daddy says that there are a lot of shows on the television that I shouldn't watch, so he chooses the things he believes will be good for me and puts them on one channel," Tori told him. "He would take out the zoid battles because of violence, but he likes the zoid pilots so much. He wants to find one for me to marry."

'I am glad I didn't tell her that I was a zoid pilot. Things would be real... interesting if I had,' he mused, silently thanking the gods for his one piece of good luck.

The redhead suddenly yawned, bringing his attention back to her. "I'm going to go to-" She cut herself off. "Where are you going to sleep? I only have one bed."

"The couch," Blake answered, his eyes glancing at the object. It looked comfortable enough.

"I'll grab a pillow and blanket for you then." Tori left the room and came back with two cream-colored objects in her hands. One turned out to be a feather pillow, and the other was a fleece blanket. "Here you go." She laid them on the couch. "Good night."

Yawning once again, she disappeared down the hall, a pair of dark blue-green eyes following her until she was gone.

The zoid pilot sighed and sat back down in the chair. He turned on the television, and after watching it for a few hours, shut if off. Then, he lay out on the couch and allowed sleep to overtake him.

~*~

Bright and early in the morning, Tori grinned as she walked out of her room and found Blake still sleeping on the couch. His blanket had fallen to the floor sometime during the night to pool on the floor; however, that still left him in his full bodysuit and jacket. Despite how fully covered he was, she still wanted to touch him.

A curious look on her face, she knelt down beside the male. Her hands delicately traced his face, her fingers briefly running through his hair. 'He is so handsome.' The girl ran a finger over his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. 'I don't know much about kissing, but I'm sure that he could teach me.'

Soon, her hands traveled down to his chest, tracing his muscles through his clothes. He was well built, and his body felt perfect to her... not that she had anything to compare it with.

The redhead rubbed the tips of her fingers over his stomach muscles and then went lower, almost gasping in surprise when she felt something move and harden under her touch. Eyes sparkling with intrigue, she began to more thoroughly explore what she had just discovered.

~*~

Blake groaned softly. He was having such a pleasurable dream that he didn't want to wake up. The girl, Tori, was rubbing him, her innocent touch causing fire to race through his blood. Currently, she was murmuring something, her words incoherent.

Slowly, he came to realize that he wasn't dreaming.

His blue-green eyes snapped open to find the redhead exploring a certain part of him with a curiosity he had never seen before.

"Tori!" Blake hissed, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from his body. "What are you doing?"

She raised her pain-filled eyes to meet his deep ocean-colored ones. "Did I do something wrong?" she inquired, voice soft. "I only wanted to touch you."

He groaned, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes. 'What am I going to do with her? I know what I wantto do with her, but there's no way she'd expect that or want that like I do. She's an innocent.'

"Blake?" a sweet, timid voice asked as a weight gently settled over his stomach. A moment later, he felt something rest on his chest.

The zoid pilot opened his eyes to find Tori sitting on him, her elbows resting on his chest, her hands propping up her head. He took note of the worry on her face and the curiosity in her eyes. 'She's going to comment on the face I made again.'

"You were making that face again," the redhead stated.

'Yep. I was right.'

"Why?" she inquired. "Did I hurt you when I touched you?"

Blake shook his head, unwilling and unable to lie to her, which probably would have been easier. "No, you didn't."

"Then you liked it, right?" Tori smiled sweetly, seemingly pleased with herself.

"More than you will probably ever know," he muttered before he even realized that he had opened his mouth.

Her smile grew wider. "Does that mean you won't mind if I do it again?"

The male finally realized what he had just said. "Tori, listen to me. Don't you ever do that again unless I say you can, okay?"

She blinked in surprise. "Why? I thought you liked it." Her voice held hints of disappointment.

"That's exactly why." Blake paused. "Now, would you mind getting off of me?"

"Why?" Tori watched him as she patiently waited for an answer.

'She has a child's attachment to that annoying word.'

"Am I too heavy?"

He shook his head. "No. Not at all." 'How am I suppose to explain anything to her without embarrassing both of us? Why do I even care?'

"Then why? Are you not comfortable?" The redhead slid her body down a little more so she could lay her head on his chest, her head tucked right under his chin. "Your heart's beating fast.

'Geez. Why would it be doing that?' he thought sarcastically to himself. 'Could it have something to do with the fact that you began to give me a hand job and now you're laying on top of me?'

"I'm fine," Blake mumbled in response. "But would you please get off of me?"

"Why do you want me off if you're fine?" Tori countered innocently. She moved so that she could look him in the eyes, her face just inches away from his. "I don't understand." Her pink lips parted slightly as she breathed in and out, her green orbs focused on him.

She had finally tempted him too much. Her constantly touching him, combined with her close proximity, sent his urges out of control. Without thinking, he reached up and pulled her down for a kiss. He didn't even wait before sliding his tongue into her mouth, quickly discovering the sweetest taste on the face of the planet Zi. Her soft lips moved against his as she brought out her tongue to play with his.

Blake explored her mouth, while she responded to his passionate kissing, her hands fisting in his shirt. He felt her press her body hard against his, as if she was trying to move even closer, which wasn't even possible. All she managed to do was excite him more.

He began to work on undoing her braid, finding her hair even softer than silk. The curtain of red spilled over her back and the edge of the couch, the tips brushing the floor. The zoid pilot buried one hand in her wonderful hair while his other hand pressed on her lower back, keeping her close to him.

Soft hands coming in contact with his bare chest brought him out of his daze. 'Wait a minute!' His chest was not supposed to be bare. 'She unzipped my suit as far as she could,' he thought with some amazement.

Using his strength, he pulled her off of him and set her on the floor. "I'm going to take a shower," the pilot stated, voice strained.

"Did I do something wrong?" Tori asked worriedly for the second time that morning.

"No," Blake answered, quickly walking off. 'But for an innocent girl, you certainly have good instincts.'

~*~

Tori pouted when Blake left the room, unhappy that he had ended everything so quickly. 'I was enjoying myself. It felt so good,' >she mentally whined, reaching up with one hand to touch her tingling lips.

Sighing heavily, she climbed up on the couch, lying down on her stomach. She rested her head on the cream pillow, breathing in a masculine scent. "Mmmmm..."

'He smells so good,' the redhead thought, nuzzling her face into the pillow, wishing that it was Blake instead. <i> 'That was not fair. Why did he have to stop it?'

After a minute, she rolled off the couch and realized something. 'Blake doesn't have anything to change into.' Her mind mentally sorting through her closet, she walked to her room.

~*~

Blake shivered, hating the cold water, especially since it wasn't helping. 'It's been five minutes. That should have been more than enough,' he thought sadly. 'Why isn't this working?'

The zoid pilot decided not to respond to that question. He already knew the answer, and he wasn't sure if he liked it.

The redheaded girl aroused him like no one ever had before. He understood that she was innocent; she had proved that fact many times over. Her passionate response to him had sent his desire skyrocketing. He wanted her more than anything else he could imagine.

'I want her more than I even want to defeat RD,' Blake realized, eyes widening in surprise at his own revelation. 'I just met her yesterday, so why?' He snorted. 'She's rubbed off on me. Now I'm asking 'why' all the time.'

As he shook his head in amusement, he heard the door open. He snapped to attention, every cell in his body alert.

"Blake, I brought you some clothes to wear," Tori said softly. "Is there anything I can do for you before I fix breakfast?"

Images of the redhead climbing into the shower with him flooded his mind. He tried to force them to the back of his brain, but they didn't seem to want to go. The zoid pilot could imagine Tori pulling back the curtain, revealing the fact that she had nothing on. He saw her reaching out to him, touching him all over, and then them kissing as they fully joined.

Groaning softly, Blake shook his head, trying to clear it. It didn't work. "I'm fine," he responded, voice filled with tension. He dug his nails into his palms, trying to regain some form of control over himself.

"Okay then. I'll go fix us something to eat." Then, she was gone, leaving the zoid pilot in "peace."

~*~

Tori frowned as she glanced at the clock. It was a little after eight, which meant that her guest had been in the shower for over half an hour. 'What is going on? Could something be wrong?' she wondered.

Setting the last of Blake's breakfast on the table, she walked to the bathroom. 'I don't hear anything,' she thought as she pressed her ear to the door. 'Could he have fallen asleep?'

Without knocking, she threw open the door just in time to see Blake drop his towel, giving her a perfect view of the front half of his body. Every inch of him looked muscular and perfect.

Blue-green eyes widened at the sight of the redhead, and he quickly brought the towel back up to encircle his lower body. "Tori!" he exclaimed, expecting her to immediately retreat from the room with a red face; she didn't. She merely looked at him with a curious expression on her face as she took a few steps forward.

"Are you okay?" Tori inquired naively. "You've taken a long time."

'No, I'm not okay,' Blake thought. Out loud, he said, "Yeah. Fine. I'll be out in a little bit." That should have signaled her departure, but she didn't take the hint.

"Do you need my help with anything?" she asked, green eyes intently watching his face.

He groaned and closed his eyes, bad images instantly coming to mind. Without even trying, he could picture thousands of ways for her to help him, all of which were "X" rated.

The next thing he knew, he sensed her standing in front of him, her delicate hand on his arm.

"Blake?" she questioned, sweet voice curling around him, reminding him of how luscious she had tasted.

His eyes shot open, immediately focusing on her mouth. He tried to restrain himself. He really did try to, but her mouth was too tempting for him to resist. Shutting his eyes again, he closed what little distance was left between them and brought his lips down on hers.

It was Tori's turn to groan, not that she minded him kissing her. Actually, it was quite the opposite. She didn't want him to stop; however, the sensations he was causing inside of her body were new and strange.

After a moment, Blake drew back, breathing hard. "Tori," he gasped. "Go... go wait... outside."

"Why..." she started to ask, but the ocean-eyed male cut her off. "Just go!"

'He gives orders like Daddy does. I'd better go,' the redhead thought sadly. "Okay..." She sighed, giving him a pathetic puppy-dog look as she left, closing the door behind her.

Blake sank to the floor and banged the back of his head against the wall. 'She's too damn curious and too damn hott for her own good.' He sighed, trying to ride his body of all the tension she had caused; he failed. 'If this keeps up...' He drifted off, unwilling to finish that sentence.

Forcing all thoughts to the back of his mind, he picked up the clothes that Tori had brought in earlier. He had no idea where she had found the white t-shirt, green button-down over shirt, boxers, and black pants that were roughly his size. Without knowing why, he had to admit that he was curious.

The zoid pilot quickly pulled the garments on, finding the t-shirt a little small. The rest was at least a size too big. 'I don't think these are hers. The shirt might be, but the rest isn't.'

The instant he realized that he was trying to distract his mind from the girl, his thoughts refocused on the redhead. It was hopeless. She seemed to be permanently stuck in his mind.

Blake leaned against the bathroom counter, trying to make sense of the riddle that the girl was. She was so pure and childlike; yet, she responded to his kisses with a passion he had never seen before.

"Blake, your breakfast is becoming cold!"

He sighed and then went out to face the torture.