Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Wastes ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.08.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 152 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.08.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 152 | Status: Completed
"Is the mouse okay?" Maven looked at her, his eyes softening when he saw the look on her face.
"He's fine...just frightened..." Skyla said as she started walking again. She gave Zenith a look as she cawed at her. "Oh just shut up."
"Zenith, leave her alone. She did what I asked her. I'd rather not have you cawing at her the entire time."
"She wouldn't do it again. I won't be so nice next time," Skyla said. She reached down and picked up a rock while she walked. It wasn't even a real rock. It was broken pavement. How stupid. She dropped it then continued forward.
"Don't go attacking Zenith," he told her.
"I would never intentionally hurt a creature," Skyla said but didn't look back at him. "Honestly, you have no room to accuse me of something."
He quirked an eyebrow at that. "What is that suppose to mean?"
"It means that you don't know anything about me to make such an accusation."
"No, but I know a threat when I hear one," he stated calmly. "And the fact that you picked up something to throw was a fairly decent clue."
"I only threw one thing at her and she knew I wouldn't hit her which is why she taunted me. The only think I would actually do to her would be to clip her feathers and make her unbalanced." She looked at Zenith. "And birds need their balance to fly. She would have to wait a month for the feathers to grow back."
"And you don't consider taking a bird's ability to fly as cruel? That would be like taking away a person's ability to walk or talk..."
"Yes, it is cruel. But it will keep her from being cruel to me. As long as she knows I'm capable of doing it, she'll leave me alone," she said. She then looked back at him. "And please...leave me alone too, Maven. You'll only provoke her and we both know the tension between us isn't going to go away." She hurried to catch up with the others and grew quiet as they talked.
There was tension between them? That was news to him. Sure, what she had told him wasn't what he had wanted to hear, but it wasn't as if he blamed her for it. If what she told him was the truth, then so be it. Her words were just words. He couldn't remember any of it, so he couldn't suffer for it.
The return trip back to the manor was less exciting than the one leaving it. Xavier welcomed them back with a feast and a bunch of new data. "Rest up. It's going to take me at least another three or four days to go through all this information."
When everyone had showers, ate, and was asleep, Skyla was still awake. She sat in her's and Lana's room on the window seal looking out at the night sky. A little bird flew up and landed on her knee. "Hello..." she said softly. "I need someone to listen...do you mind if I talk for a bit?" The little bird fluffed its feathers then got comfortable on her knees as she pulled her legs to her chest to look closer at him. "Thank you."
Maven stared out his window. Zenith stared at him, but he ignored her. He was still ticked at how she was treating Skyla. So she had told him about his past. Big deal. Reaching into his bag, he ripped off a piece of tape and placed it over his lips so that he couldn't scream. Closing his eyes, he rolled over and tried to sleep.
Sven knocked on Evana's door. "Are you still awake?"
Evana sat up on her bed and looked at her door. "Go away."
"Chill. I'm bringing gifts of peace," he said.
"It better be fucking gold," she mumbled and stood. Going to the door she opened it, giving him a cold look.
"Not quite," he said as he held up a bottle of liquor and some cigarettes. "You seemed like a girl who likes her alcohol hard and some good smokes. Found these down in Xavier's cellar."
She smirked. Stepping to the side, she let him in the closed the door.
He smiled and opened up the bottle of liquor and offered her the first swig. "Ladies first."
She took a long swallow, savoring it. Moving to the bed, she bounced on it and lit a cigarette. After taking a puff, she moaned.
He watched her and sat down beside her to get comfortable. Grabbing one of his own smokes, he lit it and smiled. "I take it that it's been a while since you've a good cigarette."
"They aren't cheap and they guy that normal buys my shit broke things off with me."
Sven nodded and chuckled. "Most of my money that I get from killing Raiders goes towards these things. Even if they are stale as crap they're still addictive."
She nodded as she smoked then took another swig.
Sven reached out for the bottle and took a swig himself, wincing as the liquor stung his throat. "Damn. That's good," he said as he handed it back to her, his eyes going over her body in her night clothes.
She leaned her head back on the head board. "It's some of the best I've had," she admitted. "He must have been holding it for a while."
"He's got a stock room with just about everything you can imagine in there. Hundred year old wine. Cuban cigars. It's like heaven down there." He relaxed more, wondering how much it would take to get her intoxicated, or if he should just make his move now.
She finished her cigarette and put down the bottle. Smirking as him she pulled her nightgown over her head. "We both know I didn't let you in for this or that you came in here for talking."
Sven smirked and nodded. His fingers trailed down his shirt before pulling it off. "So very true."
"Rule one, just because I'm doing this now doesn't mean I'm going to do it later or that you can get grabby. I will break your hands. Rule two, brag about it and I will make sure you wake up jawless," she said.
He smirked and nodded. "Don't worry. I know the limits," he assured her as he ravaged her with his eyes.
"Good. Now get the pants off."
He smirked. "I don't take orders," he said, undoing his belt, but reaching for her to push her down so that he could crawl on top of her.
She smirked. Her hands pulled off her panties and she looked up at him. "You better do a good job.”
"Or what?" He pulled off his pants and boxers, revealing his already hard cock.
"Or I break it off."
He paled, slightly taken back by that. "Yeah, you're so not getting your hands anywhere near my cock," he said as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
"Ooo, I like that you are trying to control me. Want me to beg for mercy and look innocent and helpless too?"
He smirked. "Sure. You could do that or you could shut up like a good bitch and let me fuck you." She rolled her eyes. "Good girl," he teased as he rubbed his cock against her pussy to get her wet.
Suddenly, her leg wrapped around his and she flipped them over. Now pinning his hands down, she looked down at him. "Who’s the bitch now?" she smirked. She rose her hips and lowered herself over his cock, throwing her head back.
"What the-" He pushed at her hands, but she held him firm. "I told you I won't be the bottom bitch," he growled, but he also moaned as she sat on his cock.
"Don't make me shut you up. I don't really need you conscious to do this," she warned. Her pace started fast and rough. She rode him hard while she smiled with her head back and closing her eyes.
For the first time in his life he let the woman have the control. He couldn't move his arms without risking breaking his wrists. The way she slammed down on him nearly threatened to break his cock, but it felt good. Closing his eyes, he tried to pretend that it was him slamming into her, and not the other way around. Soon he was moaning and throwing his hips up to meet her. Her back arched and she patted on him. Her hands let him go so she could grab her boobs and pinch them while she rode him. As soon as his hands were free, he looked up at her. A smirk ran across his face as he reached around and roughly grabbed her ass as she fell down on him. She didn't complain, he was pushed deeper into her in the process so she was content.
"I'm almost there," he said, biting his lip while trying to hold on. No way he was going to cum before her and let her have the satisfaction of gloating that he couldn't keep up with her.
"Just....a little longer," she said on his chest.
"I can hold out longer than you," he promised, his nails biting into her ass as he held her close.
She panted then hugged him to her. "Cumming..." she moaned then shook on him as she buried her face in his chest.
He let out a sigh of relief as he felt her walls hug him and her juices flood his cock. A few seconds longer and he wouldn't have been able to hold back. His cock throbbed and shot cum into her as he relaxed beneath her. She sat up and moved off him. Grabbing his clothes she threw them at him while she dressed.
He sat up a few seconds later and tossed on his shirt. "Next time you stay on the bottom," he said, taking her panties he wiped the cum off his cock and tossed them to the ground as he got dressed.
"Next time? There will only be next time if I say so." She took a cigarette and pushed him out the door then closed it.
When he was pushed out, he bumped into Skyla who was holding a tea cut. "Oh...I didn't know anyone was still awake..." she said softly as she took his attire it. A blush rushed up her face.
He smirked and nodded. "Yeah well, Evana and I were just...'talking' as you suggested."
"R-right..." she said and quickly continued down the hall.
He shook his head and walked down the hall, taking his time to keep his aching cock from being jostled too much.
Skyla walked into Maven's room and glanced at the sleeping bird. Just as she saw, Zenith was dead asleep. Slowly she walked over to Maven and set the tea cup down. She counted a few seconds then put her hand over his mouth just as he woke, screaming into her hand. Even with the tap, it was still going to be loud if it wasn't for her hand.
Maven eyes were wide as he woke up. His heart was racing, and as he saw Skyla he nearly sent her flying across the room. Somehow he managed to restrain himself. His scream died as his throat became raw. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths before relaxing. Shaking hands went and removed the tape from his lips. He winced as he yanked it off. His eyes met hers in the darkness of the room, and he wondered why she had come to him. "I thought you would be asleep...."
"It's hard to sleep when I'm not in a tree or next to body heat, like an animal," she said in a whisper. She grabbed the tea cup and handed it to him. "I would have came earlier but I had to wait until Zenith was asleep."
He looked at the tea glass and then to her. After a moment he sat up and took it. After a few sips he was starting to feel better. "Don't let Zenith get to you. I don't know why she's acting the way she is."
"Hate is a very strong emotion for an animal. It takes a lot to change their mind," she said with a soft sigh. "I'll try to leave you the tea in your room before you go to sleep tomorrow. Goodnight, Maven," she said then stood and walked to the door.
"I don't think I will be getting much sleep tonight. If you don't think you will be sleeping well, you are more than welcome to stay in here so at least you won't have to be alone."
"No...it's alright. I don't want to wake to Zenith clawing my eyes out. It's alright. Once we get outside again I'll sleep then."
"Zenith won't bother you," he promised. "I ordered her to leave you be. Honestly, the fact that she's getting so worked up over this is...silly. I mean, what you told me...it wasn't exactly what I was hoping to hear, but...I mean...they're just words to me. It's not like I can actually remember doing any of that stuff."
She glanced at Zenith then at Maven. Slowly she walked back over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. "Farrah may have left you, but her love for you never wavered. It was hard for her to leave and even harder to keep herself from coming back. At least, this is what Zenith has told me. Zenith watched you go through so much pain after she was gone and she's afraid that if you start remembering Farrah you will go looking for her, spending your life in heartache instead of moving on like Farrah has."
Maven sighed and shrugged. "I can't honestly say what I may or may not do. I can't see the future like you can. I can't even remember this girl that I once loved. If I ever get my memories back, I don't know what I would do with them."
"Which is why...she's so mad with me and why...it's so very dangerous for me to be here next to you." She stood. Her hand went to his cheek as she pushed his hair from his eyes like so many times before. "You are impossibly irresistible for me. Like a poisons flower I know I shouldn't touch but you are just too sweet not to smell and hold."
His eyes met hers as she said this, a smile creeping onto his lips. "Am I really that irresistible to you?"
Her hand dropped. "Yes, I was sure I made that clear...though you and the others are the only people I've really interacted with, but I was sure my feels were passed along without a fog."
"It is not that. I thought...that there might be something, I just cannot understand what it is about me that draws you to me. I am not all that remarkable unless you count my psychopathic bird."
"There are many things I like about you, Maven. But it doesn't change the fact that I must learn to contain myself. If your memory of Farrah should ever return and you and I had explored the emotions I have for you then I cannot deny the fact that my heart would be broken should you go after her. Why do you think I have yet to ask for that kiss? It's not my place. You're heart belongs to another and until you can remember that and truly decide if you are ready to open your heart again, I have no right to try and grow my way in."
"And what if I never remember? If my memory were to be forever sealed to me, then I would truly be lost in the dark forever."
"It is still not my place." She glanced at Zenith who moved in her sleep. "I should go. Finish your tea. It's good for you."
"All I'm asking is that you stay here for the night. We could both use the company."
"You are pulling strings on my heart, Maven. You know this..." she said as she smiled softly.
"What can I say? I'm irresistible," he smirked.
"Do not throw my words at me. It's very unbecoming," she said. Slowly she started to crawl to him.
He shifted on the bed to give her some more room. "It will not happen again," he promised.
She smiled again and moved close to him. "I will try to keep myself reframed from expressing my fondness of you."
"You...don't have to do that," he whispered. "In fact...I would really prefer if you didn't."
She met his eyes. "Why? Wouldn't it make it hard on you?"
"What you told me about my past would be like me telling you something you did when you were a child. You wouldn't remember it, so it wouldn't mean much.... You say that I cared for her? I believe you...but I can't feel anything for her now. The only person I really feel anything for is you."
Her cheeks tinted. "Can I cash in on that kiss now?"
His breath caught in his throat. "If you want to."
"I wouldn't say if I didn't."
His hand slid up to her cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She laid there with her eyes opened not exactly sure was she should do. Her eyes opened wider when his lips began to move about on her, like a soft message. He trailed his kiss down over her jaw line, loving the soft feel on her skin on his lips. Goosebumps crawled over her body and she moved her hand to his chest. Slowly her eyes closed. Was this what she had been missing all these years? Was this the wonderful human contact that resulted in love? He drew a breath as he kissed her neck, feeling the goosebumps on her flesh as he trailed kisses back to her cheek and finally washing over her lips once more. She could hear her own breathing and before she realized it, she was mimicking his motions with her lips, slowly messaging his with hers as her hand moved to his jaw. Her body moved into his, pressing herself tightly to him. Tingles washed over her and the flapping of butterflies coated her stomach. He nearly moaned at the feeling of her body pressed tightly against him. He could feel her curves, and her breasts pressed against his chest. He couldn't lie, it felt good. Slowly his hands slid down to her waist, smiling while she started to ease into the motions of kissing him back.
Her body was growing hot and she was confused. She didn't know much about how human interaction could cause such feelings. Slowly she broke the kiss as she looked into his eyes. "I...think I'm sick...I'm all hot..."
He tried not to smile as he pressed his forehead against hers. "That's a natural reaction," he whispered.
"Oh..." She moved her hand to his shirt and looked down as she fisted it slightly. "I'm...pulsating..."
"Pulsating?" What did she mean by that?
She blushed. She pushed her hips at his. "Yes...it's never happened before..."
As she pushed her hips against his, he blushed. "You mean...down there," he said softly.
She bit her lip and nodded slowly.
"That means that you're...excited..."
She met his eyes slowly. "About what? I don't feel excited."
"I mean...down there is...excited. It's um...." He tried to think of the best way to describe it. "It means you're body is feeling sexual...urges."
"Mating."
"That's...one way to put it."
"I didn't know my body was of the age to mate yet...I suppose now it makes sense that Zenith was pushing me and you together."
"Uh...yeah.... I guess so."
She moved her hands over him. "Should we..."
"Should we...mate?"
She nodded. Usually animal that are ready to mate, do. As soon as their body is ready, they start mating.
"Humans.... Humans generally don't do stuff like that just because." That was a lie. People like Sven slept with whatever moved. "They do it because they're in love or because they want to have children. So no.... I don't think we should right now."
"But...Sven and Evana mated tonight. I am sure there is no love and I do not think Evana wants children."
"Yes well...Sven and Evana know what they're doing. Do you?"
"I have seen mating many times. It doesn't look too complicated."
"It's more complicated then you might imagine."
"How so?"
"There are a lot of emotions involved with mating. If you're not ready for it, then it can cause problems."
"Oh...I didn't know your body wasn't ready...should I ask Sven or Maverick or Boris or Xavier?"
Maven looked at her for a moment and sighed. "Maybe you should talk to Xavier. He probably has a holobook about this...."
"Perhaps. But I don't see how a book will help me mate with him."
"Just...go talk to him," he said, any arousal he was feeling was completely gone at this point. "The book will help more than you know. Actually...maybe you should talk to Evana instead. It might be easier to talk to a girl before this."
"A girl or a boy is fine," she said and slowly crawled out of the bed. "I will be back soon unless I am mating..." she added then walked to the door.
"Right...okay." He waited for her to leave before laying back in the bed and shaking his head. "And I thought I had problems...."
Skyla walked down the hall to Xavier's room. She knocked on it and waited patiently. Hopefully she hadn't woken him.
Xavier, wiped his hair with the towel and fumbled for his glasses. Water dripped off his glistening skin as he wrapped the towel around his waist and answered the door. "Yes?"
Skyla looked him up and down. Her lower half pulsated again and she fisted her night gown. "Have I come at a bad time?"
"Not at all. I was just getting out of the shower. What do you need?"
"My body...is ready for mating."
"Oh, you want to have sex?"
"Sex? No, mate. See, I was kissing Maven and I told him I was pulsating and he said that it was my body telling me I'm ready to mate and that I should come talk to you so here I am," she explained as she shifted. "I am...rather uncomfortable..."
"He's fine...just frightened..." Skyla said as she started walking again. She gave Zenith a look as she cawed at her. "Oh just shut up."
"Zenith, leave her alone. She did what I asked her. I'd rather not have you cawing at her the entire time."
"She wouldn't do it again. I won't be so nice next time," Skyla said. She reached down and picked up a rock while she walked. It wasn't even a real rock. It was broken pavement. How stupid. She dropped it then continued forward.
"Don't go attacking Zenith," he told her.
"I would never intentionally hurt a creature," Skyla said but didn't look back at him. "Honestly, you have no room to accuse me of something."
He quirked an eyebrow at that. "What is that suppose to mean?"
"It means that you don't know anything about me to make such an accusation."
"No, but I know a threat when I hear one," he stated calmly. "And the fact that you picked up something to throw was a fairly decent clue."
"I only threw one thing at her and she knew I wouldn't hit her which is why she taunted me. The only think I would actually do to her would be to clip her feathers and make her unbalanced." She looked at Zenith. "And birds need their balance to fly. She would have to wait a month for the feathers to grow back."
"And you don't consider taking a bird's ability to fly as cruel? That would be like taking away a person's ability to walk or talk..."
"Yes, it is cruel. But it will keep her from being cruel to me. As long as she knows I'm capable of doing it, she'll leave me alone," she said. She then looked back at him. "And please...leave me alone too, Maven. You'll only provoke her and we both know the tension between us isn't going to go away." She hurried to catch up with the others and grew quiet as they talked.
There was tension between them? That was news to him. Sure, what she had told him wasn't what he had wanted to hear, but it wasn't as if he blamed her for it. If what she told him was the truth, then so be it. Her words were just words. He couldn't remember any of it, so he couldn't suffer for it.
The return trip back to the manor was less exciting than the one leaving it. Xavier welcomed them back with a feast and a bunch of new data. "Rest up. It's going to take me at least another three or four days to go through all this information."
When everyone had showers, ate, and was asleep, Skyla was still awake. She sat in her's and Lana's room on the window seal looking out at the night sky. A little bird flew up and landed on her knee. "Hello..." she said softly. "I need someone to listen...do you mind if I talk for a bit?" The little bird fluffed its feathers then got comfortable on her knees as she pulled her legs to her chest to look closer at him. "Thank you."
Maven stared out his window. Zenith stared at him, but he ignored her. He was still ticked at how she was treating Skyla. So she had told him about his past. Big deal. Reaching into his bag, he ripped off a piece of tape and placed it over his lips so that he couldn't scream. Closing his eyes, he rolled over and tried to sleep.
Sven knocked on Evana's door. "Are you still awake?"
Evana sat up on her bed and looked at her door. "Go away."
"Chill. I'm bringing gifts of peace," he said.
"It better be fucking gold," she mumbled and stood. Going to the door she opened it, giving him a cold look.
"Not quite," he said as he held up a bottle of liquor and some cigarettes. "You seemed like a girl who likes her alcohol hard and some good smokes. Found these down in Xavier's cellar."
She smirked. Stepping to the side, she let him in the closed the door.
He smiled and opened up the bottle of liquor and offered her the first swig. "Ladies first."
She took a long swallow, savoring it. Moving to the bed, she bounced on it and lit a cigarette. After taking a puff, she moaned.
He watched her and sat down beside her to get comfortable. Grabbing one of his own smokes, he lit it and smiled. "I take it that it's been a while since you've a good cigarette."
"They aren't cheap and they guy that normal buys my shit broke things off with me."
Sven nodded and chuckled. "Most of my money that I get from killing Raiders goes towards these things. Even if they are stale as crap they're still addictive."
She nodded as she smoked then took another swig.
Sven reached out for the bottle and took a swig himself, wincing as the liquor stung his throat. "Damn. That's good," he said as he handed it back to her, his eyes going over her body in her night clothes.
She leaned her head back on the head board. "It's some of the best I've had," she admitted. "He must have been holding it for a while."
"He's got a stock room with just about everything you can imagine in there. Hundred year old wine. Cuban cigars. It's like heaven down there." He relaxed more, wondering how much it would take to get her intoxicated, or if he should just make his move now.
She finished her cigarette and put down the bottle. Smirking as him she pulled her nightgown over her head. "We both know I didn't let you in for this or that you came in here for talking."
Sven smirked and nodded. His fingers trailed down his shirt before pulling it off. "So very true."
"Rule one, just because I'm doing this now doesn't mean I'm going to do it later or that you can get grabby. I will break your hands. Rule two, brag about it and I will make sure you wake up jawless," she said.
He smirked and nodded. "Don't worry. I know the limits," he assured her as he ravaged her with his eyes.
"Good. Now get the pants off."
He smirked. "I don't take orders," he said, undoing his belt, but reaching for her to push her down so that he could crawl on top of her.
She smirked. Her hands pulled off her panties and she looked up at him. "You better do a good job.”
"Or what?" He pulled off his pants and boxers, revealing his already hard cock.
"Or I break it off."
He paled, slightly taken back by that. "Yeah, you're so not getting your hands anywhere near my cock," he said as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
"Ooo, I like that you are trying to control me. Want me to beg for mercy and look innocent and helpless too?"
He smirked. "Sure. You could do that or you could shut up like a good bitch and let me fuck you." She rolled her eyes. "Good girl," he teased as he rubbed his cock against her pussy to get her wet.
Suddenly, her leg wrapped around his and she flipped them over. Now pinning his hands down, she looked down at him. "Who’s the bitch now?" she smirked. She rose her hips and lowered herself over his cock, throwing her head back.
"What the-" He pushed at her hands, but she held him firm. "I told you I won't be the bottom bitch," he growled, but he also moaned as she sat on his cock.
"Don't make me shut you up. I don't really need you conscious to do this," she warned. Her pace started fast and rough. She rode him hard while she smiled with her head back and closing her eyes.
For the first time in his life he let the woman have the control. He couldn't move his arms without risking breaking his wrists. The way she slammed down on him nearly threatened to break his cock, but it felt good. Closing his eyes, he tried to pretend that it was him slamming into her, and not the other way around. Soon he was moaning and throwing his hips up to meet her. Her back arched and she patted on him. Her hands let him go so she could grab her boobs and pinch them while she rode him. As soon as his hands were free, he looked up at her. A smirk ran across his face as he reached around and roughly grabbed her ass as she fell down on him. She didn't complain, he was pushed deeper into her in the process so she was content.
"I'm almost there," he said, biting his lip while trying to hold on. No way he was going to cum before her and let her have the satisfaction of gloating that he couldn't keep up with her.
"Just....a little longer," she said on his chest.
"I can hold out longer than you," he promised, his nails biting into her ass as he held her close.
She panted then hugged him to her. "Cumming..." she moaned then shook on him as she buried her face in his chest.
He let out a sigh of relief as he felt her walls hug him and her juices flood his cock. A few seconds longer and he wouldn't have been able to hold back. His cock throbbed and shot cum into her as he relaxed beneath her. She sat up and moved off him. Grabbing his clothes she threw them at him while she dressed.
He sat up a few seconds later and tossed on his shirt. "Next time you stay on the bottom," he said, taking her panties he wiped the cum off his cock and tossed them to the ground as he got dressed.
"Next time? There will only be next time if I say so." She took a cigarette and pushed him out the door then closed it.
When he was pushed out, he bumped into Skyla who was holding a tea cut. "Oh...I didn't know anyone was still awake..." she said softly as she took his attire it. A blush rushed up her face.
He smirked and nodded. "Yeah well, Evana and I were just...'talking' as you suggested."
"R-right..." she said and quickly continued down the hall.
He shook his head and walked down the hall, taking his time to keep his aching cock from being jostled too much.
Skyla walked into Maven's room and glanced at the sleeping bird. Just as she saw, Zenith was dead asleep. Slowly she walked over to Maven and set the tea cup down. She counted a few seconds then put her hand over his mouth just as he woke, screaming into her hand. Even with the tap, it was still going to be loud if it wasn't for her hand.
Maven eyes were wide as he woke up. His heart was racing, and as he saw Skyla he nearly sent her flying across the room. Somehow he managed to restrain himself. His scream died as his throat became raw. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths before relaxing. Shaking hands went and removed the tape from his lips. He winced as he yanked it off. His eyes met hers in the darkness of the room, and he wondered why she had come to him. "I thought you would be asleep...."
"It's hard to sleep when I'm not in a tree or next to body heat, like an animal," she said in a whisper. She grabbed the tea cup and handed it to him. "I would have came earlier but I had to wait until Zenith was asleep."
He looked at the tea glass and then to her. After a moment he sat up and took it. After a few sips he was starting to feel better. "Don't let Zenith get to you. I don't know why she's acting the way she is."
"Hate is a very strong emotion for an animal. It takes a lot to change their mind," she said with a soft sigh. "I'll try to leave you the tea in your room before you go to sleep tomorrow. Goodnight, Maven," she said then stood and walked to the door.
"I don't think I will be getting much sleep tonight. If you don't think you will be sleeping well, you are more than welcome to stay in here so at least you won't have to be alone."
"No...it's alright. I don't want to wake to Zenith clawing my eyes out. It's alright. Once we get outside again I'll sleep then."
"Zenith won't bother you," he promised. "I ordered her to leave you be. Honestly, the fact that she's getting so worked up over this is...silly. I mean, what you told me...it wasn't exactly what I was hoping to hear, but...I mean...they're just words to me. It's not like I can actually remember doing any of that stuff."
She glanced at Zenith then at Maven. Slowly she walked back over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. "Farrah may have left you, but her love for you never wavered. It was hard for her to leave and even harder to keep herself from coming back. At least, this is what Zenith has told me. Zenith watched you go through so much pain after she was gone and she's afraid that if you start remembering Farrah you will go looking for her, spending your life in heartache instead of moving on like Farrah has."
Maven sighed and shrugged. "I can't honestly say what I may or may not do. I can't see the future like you can. I can't even remember this girl that I once loved. If I ever get my memories back, I don't know what I would do with them."
"Which is why...she's so mad with me and why...it's so very dangerous for me to be here next to you." She stood. Her hand went to his cheek as she pushed his hair from his eyes like so many times before. "You are impossibly irresistible for me. Like a poisons flower I know I shouldn't touch but you are just too sweet not to smell and hold."
His eyes met hers as she said this, a smile creeping onto his lips. "Am I really that irresistible to you?"
Her hand dropped. "Yes, I was sure I made that clear...though you and the others are the only people I've really interacted with, but I was sure my feels were passed along without a fog."
"It is not that. I thought...that there might be something, I just cannot understand what it is about me that draws you to me. I am not all that remarkable unless you count my psychopathic bird."
"There are many things I like about you, Maven. But it doesn't change the fact that I must learn to contain myself. If your memory of Farrah should ever return and you and I had explored the emotions I have for you then I cannot deny the fact that my heart would be broken should you go after her. Why do you think I have yet to ask for that kiss? It's not my place. You're heart belongs to another and until you can remember that and truly decide if you are ready to open your heart again, I have no right to try and grow my way in."
"And what if I never remember? If my memory were to be forever sealed to me, then I would truly be lost in the dark forever."
"It is still not my place." She glanced at Zenith who moved in her sleep. "I should go. Finish your tea. It's good for you."
"All I'm asking is that you stay here for the night. We could both use the company."
"You are pulling strings on my heart, Maven. You know this..." she said as she smiled softly.
"What can I say? I'm irresistible," he smirked.
"Do not throw my words at me. It's very unbecoming," she said. Slowly she started to crawl to him.
He shifted on the bed to give her some more room. "It will not happen again," he promised.
She smiled again and moved close to him. "I will try to keep myself reframed from expressing my fondness of you."
"You...don't have to do that," he whispered. "In fact...I would really prefer if you didn't."
She met his eyes. "Why? Wouldn't it make it hard on you?"
"What you told me about my past would be like me telling you something you did when you were a child. You wouldn't remember it, so it wouldn't mean much.... You say that I cared for her? I believe you...but I can't feel anything for her now. The only person I really feel anything for is you."
Her cheeks tinted. "Can I cash in on that kiss now?"
His breath caught in his throat. "If you want to."
"I wouldn't say if I didn't."
His hand slid up to her cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She laid there with her eyes opened not exactly sure was she should do. Her eyes opened wider when his lips began to move about on her, like a soft message. He trailed his kiss down over her jaw line, loving the soft feel on her skin on his lips. Goosebumps crawled over her body and she moved her hand to his chest. Slowly her eyes closed. Was this what she had been missing all these years? Was this the wonderful human contact that resulted in love? He drew a breath as he kissed her neck, feeling the goosebumps on her flesh as he trailed kisses back to her cheek and finally washing over her lips once more. She could hear her own breathing and before she realized it, she was mimicking his motions with her lips, slowly messaging his with hers as her hand moved to his jaw. Her body moved into his, pressing herself tightly to him. Tingles washed over her and the flapping of butterflies coated her stomach. He nearly moaned at the feeling of her body pressed tightly against him. He could feel her curves, and her breasts pressed against his chest. He couldn't lie, it felt good. Slowly his hands slid down to her waist, smiling while she started to ease into the motions of kissing him back.
Her body was growing hot and she was confused. She didn't know much about how human interaction could cause such feelings. Slowly she broke the kiss as she looked into his eyes. "I...think I'm sick...I'm all hot..."
He tried not to smile as he pressed his forehead against hers. "That's a natural reaction," he whispered.
"Oh..." She moved her hand to his shirt and looked down as she fisted it slightly. "I'm...pulsating..."
"Pulsating?" What did she mean by that?
She blushed. She pushed her hips at his. "Yes...it's never happened before..."
As she pushed her hips against his, he blushed. "You mean...down there," he said softly.
She bit her lip and nodded slowly.
"That means that you're...excited..."
She met his eyes slowly. "About what? I don't feel excited."
"I mean...down there is...excited. It's um...." He tried to think of the best way to describe it. "It means you're body is feeling sexual...urges."
"Mating."
"That's...one way to put it."
"I didn't know my body was of the age to mate yet...I suppose now it makes sense that Zenith was pushing me and you together."
"Uh...yeah.... I guess so."
She moved her hands over him. "Should we..."
"Should we...mate?"
She nodded. Usually animal that are ready to mate, do. As soon as their body is ready, they start mating.
"Humans.... Humans generally don't do stuff like that just because." That was a lie. People like Sven slept with whatever moved. "They do it because they're in love or because they want to have children. So no.... I don't think we should right now."
"But...Sven and Evana mated tonight. I am sure there is no love and I do not think Evana wants children."
"Yes well...Sven and Evana know what they're doing. Do you?"
"I have seen mating many times. It doesn't look too complicated."
"It's more complicated then you might imagine."
"How so?"
"There are a lot of emotions involved with mating. If you're not ready for it, then it can cause problems."
"Oh...I didn't know your body wasn't ready...should I ask Sven or Maverick or Boris or Xavier?"
Maven looked at her for a moment and sighed. "Maybe you should talk to Xavier. He probably has a holobook about this...."
"Perhaps. But I don't see how a book will help me mate with him."
"Just...go talk to him," he said, any arousal he was feeling was completely gone at this point. "The book will help more than you know. Actually...maybe you should talk to Evana instead. It might be easier to talk to a girl before this."
"A girl or a boy is fine," she said and slowly crawled out of the bed. "I will be back soon unless I am mating..." she added then walked to the door.
"Right...okay." He waited for her to leave before laying back in the bed and shaking his head. "And I thought I had problems...."
Skyla walked down the hall to Xavier's room. She knocked on it and waited patiently. Hopefully she hadn't woken him.
Xavier, wiped his hair with the towel and fumbled for his glasses. Water dripped off his glistening skin as he wrapped the towel around his waist and answered the door. "Yes?"
Skyla looked him up and down. Her lower half pulsated again and she fisted her night gown. "Have I come at a bad time?"
"Not at all. I was just getting out of the shower. What do you need?"
"My body...is ready for mating."
"Oh, you want to have sex?"
"Sex? No, mate. See, I was kissing Maven and I told him I was pulsating and he said that it was my body telling me I'm ready to mate and that I should come talk to you so here I am," she explained as she shifted. "I am...rather uncomfortable..."