Sons of Lyra: Fight For Love
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She opened one eye and then the other and looked at him. The blush blazed across her cheeks when she saw the fascination in his eyes. Gathering her hair, she tried to smooth it down but it refused to stay put. She always responded strongly to her feelings and her hair always insisted on showing it. It was just something that happened to all her species.
“Dazkara,” she said, voice trembling with nerves, and smiled with relief when she finally managed to make her hair behave. “It... I...”
He smiled and caught her cheek again. Her hair rebelled against her command to stay put.
“Don’t be ashamed. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. I’d thought you were an angel of Iskara.”
She laughed and then pretended to clear her throat when he looked offended and frowned.
“Angel? Dazkarans are bloodthirsty and destructive. Our home planet is an arid desert because our forefathers annihilated every living creature and plant. I’m no angel,” she whispered the last part.
He caught her other cheek, his hands cool against her burning flesh. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. There was such sincerity in them.
“You are an angel, Emmanuelle. No doubt about it. I’ve never met anyone as kind and beautiful as you.”
Her hair rose a little higher in response to that, her twin hearts fluttering against her chest. She blinked rapidly and wondered what he expected her to say in response. There was nothing she could say. There was only one way to repay him for such sweet words.
She stepped towards him, intent on kissing him, and lost her nerve the moment her hips nudged his knees apart. He continued for her, luring her towards him with his hands and shifting forwards on the table at the same time. Her breath trembled along with the rest of her body when his lips neared hers.
An alarm sounded.
The soldiers had fifteen minutes before they had to report in.
She drew back and stared at Remi, suddenly aware of what they’d been about to do and unsure whether she could go through with it. She’d put his mind at ease. He wouldn’t worry about her while he was fighting now and he was healed. There was nothing left for her to do. Perhaps when he came back, she would let him see her true feelings. She wasn’t brave enough right now.
“You should go,” she said and went to turn away.
“You’re not getting away that easily,” he said and grabbed her wrist, dragging her back to him. Her thigh knocked against the table between his legs. Before she could form a protest, his mouth descended on hers, claiming her lips in a fiery kiss that stole her ability to speak.
She leaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to press against his bare chest as she closed her eyes. It was incredible. She tiptoed, wanting to get closer to him. His arms went around her waist and settled on her backside, lifting her a little off the floor. Her hair swirled around them, tickling her face. She definitely couldn’t control it now. The desire rising inside her and the intense need that chased it placed everything beyond her control. She surrendered to Remi’s demanding kiss and melted into his embrace, letting him take over.
Fifteen minutes and then he’d leave her. Fifteen minutes and he’d be going into battle on a planet that had almost claimed his life. These fifteen minutes had to count. She had to know his feelings for her and show him her own. This could be the last time she saw him.
She pushed away her morbid thoughts and focused on the rough glide of his lips over hers. Their tongues met and she fought for dominance over his, playing with it and driving him on.
Remi pushed her back and breathed hard. She was incredible. She matched him strength for strength, passion for passion. He ran his fingers through her hair, still amazed at the fact it reacted to her feelings. There was so much about her that he didn’t know, but he wanted to find out. He longed for more time with her and swore that he would do his best on Varka Two so he could return to her.
In one swift move, his feet hit the floor and he lifted her onto the inspection table. Her eyes went wide with shock, as though she was surprised to find herself suddenly on the padded leather bench. He grabbed her backside and dragged her towards the edge of the table, settling himself between her legs. Her hands rested on his shoulders, fingers gently grazing his skin, sending his temperature soaring.
He pulled her against him again and kissed her, hard and with all the passion burning inside him. Only fifteen minutes. It wasn’t enough time. He wanted to make love to her, to spend the rest of his life showing her just how special she was and how beautiful.
His hand slid up to her waist and hers dropped to his upper arms, thumbs caressing the curve of his biceps. For a moment, he’d thought she was going to stop him. Taking her compliance and touch as an invitation, he raised his hands a little more, until they moulded around the firm globes of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth, her kiss turning fierce and hungry. It was a battle to remain in control, to fight her for dominance. It seemed the fifteen minute deadline had filled her with the same urgency that he felt.
He squeezed her breasts, groaning internally at the feel of them and the fact he was finally touching her, and then moved to the buttons of her dress. Breaking the kiss, he drew back and watched his hands as he started to unbutton the dark blue dress. She leaned back, reached to the side towards the control panel and pressed a button. The door lock clicked into place. When he looked at her, she gave him a shy smile and blushed. That was a definite invite.
His fingers shook when he peeled apart the top half of her dress to reveal the inner curves of her pale breasts. He continued to undo the buttons, his heart beating faster with each one that gave and his erection growing harder. It pressed against his trousers, begging to be released. He wriggled to get it into a more comfortable position and the action spread Emmanuelle’s legs further apart. The last button on her dress came undone. His gaze raked over her slim body, from her ripe small breasts to her toned stomach and finally her dark blue panties.
A groan left him, followed by a low guttural noise as he dragged her towards him and kissed her hard. He wanted her, wanted to stake his claim and make her wholly his at last. Her tongue fought his again and this time he won, leaning her over backwards and sliding his hands into her dress. The feel of her skin was amazing—soft and warm and supple. It gave under his fingers as he pressed them in, holding her tight.
His lips left hers and he kissed a trail down to her neck, tasting her warm flesh and scent of Lyran lilies. He continued downwards to her chest and brushed the two sides of her dress apart to reveal her breasts in their entirety. The pale mounds were peaked with small dusky nipples that called to him. He lowered his mouth to one and licked it before sucking it into his mouth.
She moaned and leaned back further, her hands on his shoulders stopping her from falling onto the table.
“Remi,” she whispered and he stopped and drew back to look at her. The sound of his name spoken in such an aroused tone made his cock ache. He needed to be inside her.
A five minute warning sounded.
“No time...” she said and pulled herself up.
He jumped when her hands went to his belt and suddenly his trousers were falling down around his ankles. Clearly, she’d read his mind. All reasonable thought was chased from his head when she freed his hard length and ran her hand down it.
Emmanuelle told herself that she was crazy to be rushing into this but nothing in her life had ever felt as right. She stroked his long shaft again, desperate for it to be inside her. They only had five minutes. She couldn’t let him leave this room without consummating what was fast becoming a relationship. It was a sending off present to him. It seemed like a reasonable excuse for the fact she was about to let him screw her on her inspection table.
Her panties were gone before she could blink.
The fire in his eyes said that he wasn’t planning on leaving without having her either.
His hands claimed her backside, drawing her to the edge of the padded table and closer to him. He stepped up to her, nestli
ng his hips between her legs. Her hands went to his shoulders, her eyes meeting his. He moved closer and the head of his cock brushed her slick opening. Her lips parted in a sigh that she felt in her whole body as he eased into her.
“Slow is going to have to come later,” he said and she saw the apology in his eyes.
She nodded, knowing that he’d keep that promise when he came back and this battle was over. He always came back to her. This time wouldn’t be any different.
She closed her eyes and moaned when he pulled out and thrust into her, hard and deep. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders, holding onto him as he pounded her roughly, the head of his length striking deep inside her. She tensed around him, moaning at the feel of him inside her, thrusting over and over with such intensity that she was sure they were both going to come undone before long.
Her hands dropped to his elbows and then slid down his forearms when she fell backwards onto the inspection table. His hands claimed her waist, gripping her hips as he drove into her, moaning with each thrust. She arched her back and moaned with him, her knees rising to clamp his hips before her legs wrapped around him.
“Cruskin...” he muttered and she moaned a concurrence. This was too good.
Her eyes opened and she looked at him, holding his gaze and drowning in the feelings she could read in it. He thrust harder, making her breasts wobble and the bench squeak beneath her. She reached over her shoulders and grabbed the bench, holding on for dear life as he pounded her. Close. Closer.
Fire and lightning rushed through her, a bright light exploding in front of her eyes. She arched off the table and clamped her muscles down on his hard length as the blaze reached there. He screamed out his orgasm, thrusting deep inside her. Her thighs trembled against his. His hands shook against her waist. She realised he was breathing as fast as she was, so hard that her head spun.
She looked at him. His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open, and his face was pale. He looked stunned.
“Gyaa—” he uttered and then collapsed to his knees.
“Remi!” she said and was immediately on the floor beside him.
Remi leaned forwards, trembling and panting. His hands pressed into the floor to support his weak body.
He’d never felt anything like that. Never. The moment she’d climaxed, her whole body had shimmered and a rush of warm electricity had bolted through him, driving him into his own orgasm. It had sent his mind reeling, spinning so fast that he felt as though he’d taken some intense drug. He stared at the floor, a little dazed and strangely relaxed.
“Remi?” She shook him by the shoulder.
He slowly turned his head to face her, his vision a little wobbly. Several of her danced in front of his eyes.
“Is it always like that?” He managed to get the words out.
She frowned, confused.
He drew another few breaths, gathering his strength and his senses.
“When you... this insane energy went through me... I... heh... in Iskara’s name that was good.” He grinned at her, pressed one hand into her shoulder and grabbed the inspection table with the other, hauling himself onto his feet.
His eyebrows rose when she pulled his underwear and trousers up for him. His legs were jelly and he was forced to lean against the table for support, unable to trust himself to stand unaided. She straightened up, still gloriously naked between the two sides of her dress. Her cheeks were dark red, the colour of Koji.
“Does that always happen?” he said again, his heart slowing to an almost normal speed. It was a struggle, but after several attempts he managed to fasten his trousers and did his belt up.
She hesitated a moment and then looked up at him. Embarrassment filled her eyes. He caught her cheek with his left hand, unafraid of his arm now. It was a part of him and it hadn’t stopped the most beautiful girl in the galaxy from wanting him. A beautiful and very special girl. He wondered what other tricks she had up her sleeve. Right now, he felt as though he’d drunk a bottle of Koji and had chased it with a bottle of Aquan.
“I don’t know,” she whispered and then found her voice. “I’ve only ever been with Dazkarans... it seemed perfectly normal.”
He smiled, trying to chase away her awkwardness.
“Why are you embarrassed?” he said and she tried to look away. His hand held her, keeping her eyes locked with his. “There’s no reason to be ashamed. It was amazing... my mind’s still reeling. I don’t think I’m going to come down again until we reach Varka Two.”
The smile that had been slowly appearing on her face disappeared at the mention of the planet he was heading for.
“I promise I’ll come back,” he whispered and drew her into his arms. Her warm body pressed against his and he could feel her heart beating. He frowned at the strange rhythm. Hearts. He could feel her hearts beating. He pressed a kiss to her silvery hair, tame now that her emotions had changed from positive to negative. “I’ll fight for you.”
Hot tears wet his chest in response to that and he held her tighter, his hand caressing her in the hope that it would calm her. She’d been close to tears earlier and had hidden it well. He didn’t have the heart to say he’d noticed, or make her awkward again by making a fuss about her crying now. He just held her close and pressed kisses to her hair, savouring the feel of her in his arms.
The alarm sounded. All personnel were to report to the docks.
“I have to go,” he whispered, his voice cracking and emotions making it impossible to speak any louder.
She took a deep breath and shuffled in his arms. He presumed she was wiping her tears away because when she emerged from his embrace, there wasn’t a trace of them on her cheeks. Her grey eyes were red with them though. He brushed his fingers across her cheek and sighed.
Her eyes closed.
He leaned in and kissed her slowly, a promise of things to come when he returned. He would win her hearts completely. He would fight for her.
Her lips left his and he looked at her.
“I’ll be waiting,” she said and tears filled her eyes.
He pressed one last, long kiss to her lips and then turned away, grabbing his shirt as he passed it. He slipped it on before he reached the door. When he turned back, she’d already buttoned most of her dress. She pressed the button on the control panel to unlock the door for him and then gave him a shaky smile.
He smiled back at her, his heart aching. Raising his hand in a silent goodbye, he sighed and then walked away.
He would fight for her.
He would come back to her.
***
Emmanuelle looked out of the window, fear clenching her heart each time she saw a blast on the planet below. It was never ending. The battle had been raging for over three weeks now and she hadn’t heard a word from the surface about how things were progressing. Casualties had been sent up and each time they were, her hearts thundered and screamed with fear. So far, none of Remi’s squadron had been brought in. The nurse in the morgue on the surface had promised to contact her if he was brought in. The thought that she might receive the call at any time to say that he was dead made her hearts break. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, forcing herself to watch the fight happening far below her and sending prayers to the gods to protect him.
Another set of bright white explosions erupted across the dark surface of the planet, forming an arch of circles that quickly evaporated into nothing. She pressed her hands against the window, breathing hard and hoping that Remi was alright. She couldn’t bear the thought of him fighting down there, battling for his life. It stole her sleep and her hunger. It had been days since she’d eaten anything substantial. Her superiors had expressed their concern and tried to cheer her up, but it just wasn’t possible. There was only one person who could cheer her up now. Remi.