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The following is a work of fiction set in a very far future. Nothing in it should be taken too seriously…

Friday, February 8, 2013

He gasped...


They got lost only once or twice on their way back to his room. Arlanda didn't know the route and Bobbi paid absolutely no attention to it. Instead, he was aware of nothing…but her. Her! Her! The Sirana. Her touch, her size, her scent, the color of her eyes, the way she walked…

She seemed equally dazed. Every time he dared to look up at her, he saw her eyes on his face. They were huge and bright, and now then she'd blink rapidly, as if not quite able to believe what she saw.

And she touched him. Her hand was on his, and now and then she'd "accidentally" bump into him, or she would lean into him, also "by accident."

After stopped to ask Basics for directions a couple of times, they finally arrived at his door. "I…" she said, as they stood before it.

"Yes," he looked at the floor. Still staring at the tiles, he swallowed, felt his cheeks glowing with a blush, and said, "Would you care to…come in?"

"I would love to."

The door swung open. Somehow they were inside. He was standing directly in front of her, his hand still in hers. "I had a wonderful time," he said, hesitantly.

"Me too. Maybe we could meet again?"

"That would be lovely,"

"I…I guess I should say good-night."

"Good night," he replied. Neither moved.

Then she was on him. They were in each other's arms. Her face was bending down to kiss him. He was arching up to meet her. One of her hands was around his waste. The other was on the back on his head. She tilted his face back, back, and her eyes were before him. They lips touched.

His mind was gone. It vanished into a great warm, organic mist of flame and desire. He shivered, but not with cold.

She straightened for an instant and looked down at him. "May I?" she said, softly.

"Yes," he said, "yes," he whispered back.

Then her hand was between his legs, opening the romper, and pulling it away from his trembling body.

And he gasped…

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