by Tiana Laveen
“I have asked him several times and his answer was the same—that he is tired, or things were complicated. He doesn’t give specifics and rushes away from the conversation. I also asked if he was overheating, and though he does on occasion, admittedly, it does not seem to be interfering in his performance. Additionally, his home is equipped to give aid, as well. He has all of the state of the art cooling systems throughout, though he still prefers ice baths.”
“I see. Are there any additional concerns?”
“Yes...there is something else. I also sent him several new formulas to try on the samples, to see if it could be synthesized in a different or easier manner, and as of yet, I have not received further word.” Aton fisted his hand, trying to control himself. A difficult task. “At this point, I think we need to pay Xzion a visit. I want you and two of your troops to accompany me to Earth. I am launching an investigation. We will meet later today regarding this matter and map out our journey.”
What are you hiding, Xzion?
****
Xzion circled around once more, trying to find an ideal parking space. Jayme noted the twinge of nervousness about him, something she hadn’t perceived before. This man, who murdered on a continuous basis, was actually looking edgy. He was typically borderline cocky, but since they’d confessed their love to one another, he seemed far more cautious about how he came across. She heard him tell her he loved her, and she knew he believed it. His lovemaking was so intense, almost manic. She could barely get away to sleep for a few hours and when he took her, her entire body went into another land , leaving her mind behind. He seized her soul and ran away with it as he showered her temple with the sweetest of kisses. The way he looked at her during sex gave her chills. Not in a disturbing way, but in the all-consuming, loving way. He seemed filled with passion. The man she’d once coined as robotic and emotionless was the exact opposite. She had no idea how she’d gotten him pegged so wrong.
He pulled into a spot and quickly shut off the car. The lights from the rides reflected in his eyes, yellow dots spinning around and around. The sounds of yelling, laughing and old German-style music played along with the occasional microphone driven voice announcing deals on salty pretzels, cotton candy and the sale of raffle tickets for old-fashioned cake walks and coin tosses.
Without hesitation, Jayme took his hand and like magic, she watched his visible trepidation melt away, his frown replaced with a smile and his right eye twinkling brighter under the lights. There was no snow on the ground, and the temperature was tolerable, unlike during the holidays. She’d done nothing in particular to earn such a reward or privilege, or so she thought.
They’d made love once again right before leaving the house, and she was hanging on a cloud, the coolness inside her pussy dissipating. She had wondered what his plans were for her, after they took care of their mutual enemy, but she didn’t go there. She accepted that she loved this man, and it bothered her on every level. But when he asked her to stay with him earlier that day, he wanted her to be there willingly. He posed the question…
“If I unlocked the house, and you could come and go as you please, would you stay with me...like a real couple?”
“Yes.”
When she answered, his eyes went wide, as if he didn’t believe her. What scared her most was that she meant it, though she knew he’d need more convincing and that it still wasn’t the smartest move—they had to play this cool.
I’m not leaving, Xzion.
She shook her head as she unraveled the mystery of his mind to the best of her ability while they continued to walk. She’d learned so much about him, but so much was still a great mystery. She reflected on when her feelings toward him had changed. The first kiss they shared after making love wasn’t manufactured—she’d meant every moment of it as their lips pressed together and she slicked her hand down his chest, feeling the hard pecks beneath her fingertips. Now, they were partners in crime. In the daytime, she’d plot revenge, talking to Xzion about her ideas, bouncing them off of him. Revenge was what drove her. She ate it up, feeling herself turn into a monster, but all she had was time on her hands and no desire to stop the internal battle. Her mind worked overtime while he overwhelmed her and turned her world upside down. Initially, he urged that they should wait to make a move; he wanted perfect timing, though she was suspicious of his motivations for a continuum.
On the other hand, he knew them better than she did, and though she tried to not let it happen, she began to trust him. Little by little, he’d show her things, explain them, making himself clearer to her. He went into detail that he had a medical condition that would cause him to become overly hot, and that was why ice was all around the house. He didn’t have to explain that or offer it, but he did and she appreciated it. Jayme thought about all the things that were going on in the house, inconsequential things, even down to his bizarre eating habits. His meat was always extra rare, his vegetables plentiful, and he seemed to naturally gravitate toward a low carb diet that was pretty much meat based...bloody as if he’d just hunted it himself.
Sometimes, after he made her home-made waffles and melt-in-your mouth omelets, he’d juice a blended beverage for the evening before bed. She’d watch him throw cucumbers, pineapples and beets into a glass blender, then drink it down whole, right from the pitcher. His body didn’t have an ounce of fat, but he fed her like she was royalty. He cooked for her practically every morning and evening and one thing was for sure—while he was with her, no one was being murdered. For that, she was grateful.
She began to realize that this strapping man had physical quirks, but it didn’t appear to stop him, or make him dodge life or this enigmatic drug dealer mission of his. He made it clear that he could survive fine on a hot, 95 degree day, only, it wouldn’t be ideal. And truly, when is life always ideal?
One nagging question, though, he repeatedly dodged—the odd scar on his wrist. She’d seen it soon after he’d entrapped her, but didn’t get the view of it she’d wanted until recently as he kept it partially covered with a watch. Shaped like a bloody rectangle with several bumpy areas, it looked as if he’d been freshly cut and burned with a cigarette, only the holes were raised and appeared to glow. She wondered what other secrets he had, such as the peculiar laboratory with floating blood and strange electric currents caught in test tubes. What in the world was he doing?
She knew better than to press her luck, however. He’d gotten miffed when she asked again about his wrist, disappearing afterward for over three hours. Certain lines she wasn’t allowed to cross, and if she wanted to keep everything kosher and not rock the boat, she knew to heed his warnings. The slightest misstep could undo all of her efforts and lest she admit it, make her new relationship with him suffer. He’d disclose when he was good and ready; she just needed to keep the pace, one foot in front of the other.
As they continued to walk, she felt a bit woozy, the colors blurring and people laughing loudly all around her. She looked in several directions, seeing areas in which she could run away into the crowd, and zigzag, forcing him to give chase. She could scream how she’d been kidnapped, cause a ruckus, but...she wouldn’t. She had no desire to, yet the cop in her checked around anyway, measuring her surroundings, always on the lookout.
She glanced at him. He seemed to be full of child-like amazement; if she didn’t know any better, she’d think he trusted her explicitly. He looked up at the rides, like he’d never seen a Ferris wheel before. He watched the billowy, pink cotton candy being spun and truly appeared amazed, even pointing at it, but made no comment.
She squeezed his hand and motioned toward the Ferris wheel. “You wanna ride? I do.” She grinned up at him, reaching toward his chin and lightly caressing it.
“Yeah, sure. Um, don’t we need to get tickets or something?” He pointed toward a ticket booth.
“Yes, let’s get in line.” She pulled him closer, landing a kiss on his cheek, making his dark eyes grow as he looked down at her in surprise. After they purchased tic
kets, they stood in the Ferris wheel line. He was very quiet, gripping her hand and occasionally smiling at her. Again, she fought the urge to hurl questions at him, but she so desperately wanted to know. It wasn’t to manipulate or hurt him, but because she was in love with him...
What is going on with you, Xzion? I wish I knew...
****
This is a rather crude design, but it still looks fun.
Xzion waited for Jayme to get into the bright yellow seat with red swirls on each side, then followed her in, sitting close, their knees bumping together. A man came around, pulling on the railing to ensure they were safe inside. Without thought, he moved his arm around her, pulling her closer. He loved rides, especially the ones back at home, and boy did he miss the comforts of home, but time with Jayme was even better.
“This is called a Ferris wheel?” he questioned.
Her expression turned from surprised to a lopsided smile.
“You’re kidding, right? Do you mean to tell me that you’ve never been on a Ferris wheel before?”
Xzion shook his head. “No, I haven’t been on one. This is the first.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat, as long as you aren’t prone to motion sickness.”
He laughed inside at the notion. If she only knew what a true flying saucer felt like and how painful warp speed really was in a pod, she’d realize that motion sickness was not something he’d ever suffer from. The ride began to slowly move, then steadily pick up speed. They went high into the air, and he didn’t miss her airy giggles as she braced herself for each turn, her hands on the steely cool bar and her smile shining almost as bright as her eyes. He stared at her, loving every single expression she administered. She’d occasionally stare back at him, the grin on her face growing impressively wider. As the ride continued, each spin seemed to bring him closer to her—pull at something deep within him.
The shame he felt not too long ago regarding his harshness and the discovery of her brother’s situation, yet another derivative of the new emotions he’d discovered, was always tempered by her laughter. Sweet, tinkling laughter—music to his ears.
Shame. What a complicated and debilitating emotion. There was another source of disgrace as well as he reflected on his ducking and dodging from Aton. All of this came from his new found realizations. It took him a minute, but he knew now without a shadow of a doubt, he had fallen helplessly in love with her and he couldn’t let her go, no matter what Aton or anyone else said. He was in deep, and he’d tear whomever from limb to limb if they tried to disturb his peace.
People lied, stole and cheated for the remedy to being lovesick... He hated the old homeless woman, because she represented what he now felt, what he was enduring. He called that old bag of bones weak, because he was now weak and when he ran after her with the ugly words, he was really attacking his own self. He was falling for the cop, and he knew it—yet he couldn’t stop it. Nor, did he do much to stand in his own way. He’d made no attempts to stop the runaway situation that barreled down the road, because he wanted to crash and burn! The realization was within him. If he wanted to change his mind now, he couldn’t. He didn’t know how to stop it and worse yet, he didn’t want to stop it. He simply accepted it, and he wished for it to manifest and stay within him, like the virus that it was.
The white and yellow lights made her silken skin shimmer as her hair blew lightly in the cool wind. He leaned down, cupped her chin and tilted it upward, their eyes locking before he planted a kiss on her that turned into an avalanche of oral passion. He entered her warm mouth and gave it all he had, all the passion that welled inside him. Her hand on his thigh, she kissed him back just as hungrily, urging him on as he fell deep into this new world he’d found. They continued to go round and around, until the man manning the ride tapped his shoulder, causing Xzion to jerk out of the moment, dazed and confused. The ride had stopped. He smiled, took her hand, and got off, stumbling a bit. As they leisurely walked to nowhere in particular, he held her hand tight, keeping her close to his side, possessively taking ownership of her. He was out of control and he knew it. An unsettling thought crossed his mind. He turned to her.
“I don’t know if you’re fucking with my mind but...”
She shut him up, placing her lips on his, making his dick jump and salute. Pulling her to him, his hand at her lower back, he felt her warmth touch his natural coldness—and together they created a temperature he found to be oh, so sexy...
After ending the kiss, long moments later, they continued their trek around the uneven, lumpy grass covered grounds. Xzion couldn’t help but notice the empty tent farther in the back, next to two wheeled barrels filled with various ride parts. He zoomed in with his lens, noting the undisturbed grounds.
No one has been back here in hours...
He took her hand, and led her there, as fast as his feet would take him.
“Xzion!” she laughed, stumbling at his side. He raced over the uneven soil, the mud smashed beneath his heavy gait. Without a second to lose, he ushered her inside the dark confines and zipped up the tent behind him. They fell on each other in the darkness, their breathing heavy and in sync. Gripping the back of her neck, he traced her neck with his bottom lip, then delivered a tender kiss to her parted lips. He was surprised at her calmness; he saw her in the infrared light from his eye. Her eyes looked fluorescent, and the scene in black and white unfolded like a hidden camera show.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.
He leaned back on his knees, removing his jacket and shirt as he watched her undo her own. Her fingers trailed nimbly over the buttons, until her lacey black bra was exposed, her breasts heaving out of it. Moments later, their naked bodies glided against one another in the gloomy darkness as a faint ’80s favorite played in the background, “We Built This City On Rock and Roll.”
She sank her teeth into his shoulder blade as he kissed her neck, their bodies intertwined and the sweet chill swirling through the tent, making the pores on her body rise. He ran his fingers over her arms, warming her ever so gently.
“Mmmmm....” she moaned as he kissed her nipples, sucking them lightly then hard. Soon, he was on his back, ushering her over his thick, eager erection. Her back facing him, he watched her slide down, taking him in, causing him to moan and his breathing to stop short as he held steadfast to her waist.
“Oh fuck, Jayme...” She began to move, her ass clapping against his thighs at each turn, grinding, swaying. As she clutched his knee caps, she cried out her pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her down, her back pressed into his chest as she looked upward at the pointed polyester enclosure.
“Oh shit! Xzion!” she squealed as he pushed deeply upward inside of her, forcing her to take every delicious inch of his cock inside of her sweet confines.
“Uhhhh!” he grunted deeply, so much so, it rattled his throat—his chest felt congested, he was falling into the sickness, and loving every moment of it. “Uhhh!” he grunted again, with each thrust as he increased his pace.
“Ahhh, baby, God!” Xzion held her tighter, his hands cupping her breasts as he pounded upward inside of her. The smacking of his groin against her ass filled the room, his dick soon slick with her pussy honey.
“Ouuuuu!” she moaned loudly, her body shivering as she coated his shaft with all that she had.
“I love the way you sound when you cum, baby...” he kept on, encouraging her to let go, let loose, let him have her...all of her. He went faster now, his own orgasm urging him on, his cock never having it so good.
“You like how my dick makes you feel?!” he yelled, as his ass rose off the ground over and over.
“Yes!”
“I love how your pussy feels, baby...I love this pussy so damned much!” And that was it...he exploded inside of her, yelling as he clasped his hands together under her breasts.
“Ahhhh! Fuck! Ahhhh....Ahhh!” Her hair teased the side of his face as he bucked and she lost herself in their moment. After a few moments,
he moved her hair aside and kissed the side of her face. She turned over and gingerly kissed his eyelids. After a few moments of quiet, they erupted in laughter.
“I wish I could tell you no,” she said earnestly. “You make my body go crazy.” She laughed.
“That was so good, baby. I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”
At last, they got dressed and exited the tent, Xzion in a world of hurt. He knew this, because he’d just made love to her, and all he could think about was getting her home to do it all over again...
****
Jayme pointed to the nearby cotton candy bags swaying in the wind. “Let’s get some! I haven’t had any cotton candy in years.”
“Okay.” He smiled as they made their way toward the concession stand. The pink and light blue masses swirled around and around onto the coned white sticks. He was amazed that the sugary treat created such anticipation for her, and the people standing nearby with their wallets out, salivating over the sugary delight. He reached into his pocket and removed a small wad of cash, peeling off the exact amount, then handing her the sweet indulgence. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her peel the fluffy pieces away, popping them into her mouth, savoring the morsels. Some of the sticky, sweet stuff stuck to her fingers. She sucked her digits, turning her hands into a gummy pink mess. Without even thinking, he grabbed her hand, placing each finger into his mouth while looking at her suggestively, and licked until her fingers were gleaming and squeaky clean.
“It tastes good.” He laughed lightly. She smiled and removed another soft strip, slowly placing it into his mouth. He worked it around, enjoying the way it melted against his tongue.
“Tastes good, but not as good as your hand.” His eyes hooded as he stared at her, scanning her up and down, falling into the trance of her seductive beauty.
