Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Tassadar's Legacy: Chronicles: Dark Light ❯ Best Laid Plans... ( Chapter 7 )

"Well done Akira." Akira visibly preened at his praise as he took in her latest addition to their home. She'd really outdone herself this time, wracking her brains trying to find a way to give an excuse to make Angel remove his suit or change his views on himself so he'd no longer have a reason to avoid her anymore. So far it'd been slow going, but it'd only been two weeks since that first date. She had plenty of time and she didn't want to rush anyway. The thrill of the pursuit is half of what made the conclusion so exciting for her. The other half is that usually once she reached the bottom of her pursuit in matters like this is that she usually got herself involved in some way and helped to fix whatever situation she'd wound up auditing. It was her own excuse to blow off the guilt of prying into a person's private life.

This time she felt like she might have him. her first attempt had been a church. She'd modeled it after the same faith that she believed in, hoping for the best. Surprisingly, Angel had absolutely nothing to say against it, even though the room didn't do anything remotely interesting or 'out there'. She wondered if he had been LDS himself at one point and that's why. When he gestured to show her what the room could do, all she could do was stand at the podium and demonstrate the volume of the speakers in the back of the room, then sit at the piano and play a few songs, and even one on the special original pipe organ she'd designed.

You couldn't find an original pipe organ anywhere anymore. Nearly everything had been destroyed during the Clan War. Buildings, mountains, even all the Great Wonders of the World had taken a fall. All that had been left were a few buildings and homes, wreckage, a few cities here and there which had been the original hub of some of the bigger clans, and the biggest city where the Five had set up and expanded to cover all of Earth, doubling it's size and pressing it's atmosphere out and thinner. Thankfully it hardly mattered much. The Builders had taken into account what their expansion would do to the ecosystem and made a point of building an 'atmosphere' out of Replicate. Nearly everything they had involved Replicate now. Even the food eaten had originally been made by Builders.

So Akira wasn't completely surprised when he commented on her construction of the organ. It didn't strike in him an epiphany of his goodness that he allowed a church to remain in his home, but it did give her a few surprises a few days later as she spotted him sitting in the front row pew just staring up at the pipe organ jutting from the wall, and then he stood up and rested his hands on the keys and plunked out a few notes, mostly video game medley's she hadn't heard played on piano in a very long time since before the war. That at least told her that Angel had been a gamer once and even propositioned him to play a few games with her later, but he turned her down, claiming to be busy even though he stayed to watch her play.

But this time for sure must work. She'd went all out and created a giant Olympic sized pool complete with water one could breathe in, sand for a beach, and a fake sun and sky, blending the edge of the pool with the fake sky on the wall, giving the impression that it stretched on forever to the horizon. Angel had promptly plopped himself down in the sand, digging the toes of his boots into the sand and prompted her to show him the things the room could do.

Smiling as she finally had him in her trap, she turned away from him, but kept herself between him and the door, and started to slowly strip out of her clothes. She heard Angel gasp and inwardly grinned as she gave him a slow private strip tease. Luckily for him, she couldn't quite bring herself to just go naked in front of him despite her lack of body shyness and heard him nearly sigh in relief as the thin strap of her bikini came into view. But she imagined it didn't help much as she bent over to make it just a little easier to ease her pants down.

Finally when she'd pulled her last leg out of her pants, she slowly turned around and subtly struck a pose to accent her hips, long legs, and her bust. It took nearly all her self control to keep from bursting out laughing at his crouched over position. She'd seen that before on shy boys trying desperately to hide their erections from girls in school. To think she'd see it again on a grown man nearly made her laugh and cry tears of mirth.

Luckily she held her laughter in as that would spoil her plan and she sauntered slowly past him, casting him a nice sexy 'come hither' look over her shoulder as she stepped into the water. The plan started working perfectly as he seemed to forget himself and stood up and started after her at her look. She kept stepping further into the water and it wasn't till it was up to Angel's waist before he started and looked down.

Akira smiled and dipped below the water and indicated he should do the same. As soon as he came under, she made an exaggerated show of taking a deep breath, something she'd had to practice so she wouldn't automatically leap up and gasp for air as water filled her lungs, especially the first time she'd done it.

She smiled as Angel made an automatic move to rush forward and grab her to push her above water to breathe, but she held up a hand against his chest and took more exaggerated breaths. To show she is fine. Angel stopped pushing forward and shook his head. Akira swam closer to him and she could've sworn she could see the boner pushing out against his pants as he jolted out of his crouch and made to back off slightly in response to her approach.

She didn't let him though. She was darned if she let this plan go to waste as she pushed forward just a little faster and brushed up against him, nearly snuggling into his front. She didn't wrap her arms around him. She didn't want him to feel trapped or he might bolt. Let him have the illusion of control. Keep him at ease. She couldn't believe she had started to make use of the advice she'd given to some girls about their skittish boyfriends, but so far it appeared to be working.

Slowly, as if he wasn't sure he was even moving them on his own, he slowly raised his arms and wrapped them around her. She smiled in triumph and nuzzled up to his chest. He's really tall. she thought, not sure herself if she was referring to the fact that his head fit easily over hers even though his feet were kicking by hers, or the fact that she felt a very prominent bulge poking her lower stomach.

The first step in her plan working, she moved to the second step and moving ever so carefully, she turned into his hold till her back was pressed to his front and she lightly laid her hands over his. Better to go with the simple things first. Gently, she grasped a finger of his glove and gave a slow gentle tug. She caught sight of a sliver of his white skin before he disappeared. Akira stared turning around every which way. She knew he was fast but this is ridiculous. Not seeing him in the water, she broke the surface of the water, breathing out to expel the water to get air in her lungs, and turned to the door, seeing it ajar.

Sighing, she eased herself onto the beach, grateful she'd designed the water to drain off and go back into the pool once she stepped onto the dry sand. She quickly put on her clothes and doing a quick scan Angel had taught her, she determined what she'd feared; he'd left the Sanctuary, as he called it.

She kicked the sand in frustration. Dang it! She'd almost had him! At least she'd been able to see part of his skin. With an imagination as good as hers, she'd been able to reconstruct him with what she guessed to be his appearance under the suit, though the face remained featureless, except for warm green blue eyes. with the color of his skin and the size of the bulge now in mind, she reconstructed the dummy with the appropriate skin color, and then with much eagerness, and just a hint of mischief, she gave the dummy a dong appropriate of what she felt.

When she stepped back and admired the washboard abs and lanky wired muscles, she couldn't help but note that seeing the skin tone worried her. Just how long had he been in that suit? She worried that it was doing more harm to him than good. He looks as white as a ghost almost. This only reaffirmed her thoughts that she needed to get him out of that suit, regardless if she had a healthy interest in his real piece or not.

Had he ever been tan? She couldn't help but wonder. She wondered if she dared to test her control over the Replicate, or PSA, as Angel had sometimes referred to it off hand with no explanation as to why, and see if she could get out of this 'pocket dimension' he'd created and try and follow him? She figured before she did that she should probably get better at fighting and she would need a disguise. Maybe something similar to the suit Angel had? But unlike his, she would make hers disappear on automatic as soon as she stepped into the Sanctuary and even when she was out, she'd make hers be like a one way mirror, so she could keep the sun on her and not lose the tan that she did have, regardless if it was more skin tone than anything.

Affirming her idea in mind that at least it would give her not only something to do, but promised the possibility of freedom and might make Angel respect her more, she set her mind about on designing a suit for herself and would train while Angel was out.