by Celia Crown
We are way past stranger circle. This is personal space intrusion to the maximum when I had my fingers inside her hot, little pussy; sucking me and cum with the prettiest moans that spill her lusty desires to me.
It made my blood singe, but my cock was hotter than heated steel.
It took me everything to not rip those flimsy panties off her smooth legs, but I didn’t want to scare her no matter how much I wanted her and she was not going to take it well after the haze of lust that I took advantage of her.
I never call myself a decent man; the good and bad in me had blended into one a long time ago.
“Did you not like it when I fucked your little cunt with my thick fingers,” I sneer down at her, and her cheeks burst up in flames as she uses all fingers to smack my chest.
“Doctor Shafer!” she huffs, glaring at me with fierce kitten hisses as she gives me another solid smack to ensure that I got her point that she was not having none of my bullshit.
“This is unprofessional!” Tabby narrows her eyes, turning on her heels and stalking away to her office.
I catch up to her in three long strides, keeping up her quick pace easily as she punches in her code. The digital sound is a security risk to anyone who can hear it and guess that each number corresponds with different sounds. With enough times, I can get her passcode without looking at it, and I need to make an inquiry to the supervisors about getting a better code without sound.
A retina scan would be better, and someone would have to get through me to have a chance near her eyes. Unless they have high-performance cameras to scan her eyes for the retina scan, then it’s virtually impossible to get it done.
Someone would need to distract me to get close to her, and then it would take a lot because Tabby is smarter than anyone I know in terms of science. In life with all the huddles, she doesn’t know much since she barely aged in space and was stuck up there while the rest of the world grew exponentially quick.
“Look at me,” I command her.
She freezes when the lock becomes green, but she doesn’t turn. Tabby grips her tiny hand on the door handle as the little shivers in her skin makes the bad man in me grin.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” she grumbles, stubbornly keeping her face from me.
Her ears are red, and this girl is too embarrassed to face what we have; this instant connection that she doesn’t understand, but I do, and the fact that I have been her only source of intimate experience.
She told me she has never done anything like that in the examination room; Tabby doesn’t truly understand sex since it was a topic of taboo for the youngsters back in the day.
“I want you, Tabby.”
Her fingers flex on the door handle, “You’re my doctor, and that’s against the rules.”
Yes, it is forbidden. However, it’s a secret that I can keep with her. My medical license doesn’t matter if I can’t touch her. I have been waiting for years, and I’m done waiting for the right time as I never had the chance to have her in the first place.
She is no longer my babysitter or nanny; she became my guardian angel, and the only one who was important to me. No one stood above her, and I worshipped her. Since I was a child, I always knew I wanted to be someone stronger to protect her.
I wanted to marry her.
Eight-year-old Adrian Shafer wanted to marry Twenty- year-old Tabby Sterling.
Thirty-eight-year-old Adrian still wants to marry twenty-two-year-old Tabby. I want a family with her; I want to have the perfect life with a home and children. We will live the rest of our lives in a peaceful wave.
I just need Tabby to remember who I am first, but I won’t force her. It will come back to her. I just know it. She’s going to be so happy that her Adrian is still here and was waiting for her.
“I will throw away my medical license if it means having you,” I say; the honesty in my voice shocks her as her shoulder jumps.
The door security system turns red to lock it when there wasn’t any activity from the time it was granted access.
“You can’t do that,” she whispers; she turns around with a frown. “This is your life’s work, and you don’t even know me.”
“I do,” I correct with a soft but firm tone to make her know that I am not joking around.
I never joke about my love for Tabby. She deserves better than laughter that can be viewed as a mockery of her.
“You like your lemon water at room temperature. You can’t drink carbonated drinks because you say they make your throat cringe. Throat muscles can’t cringe; they contract as the result of carbon acid touching the inside of your mouth.”
She grumbles with a glare, “It’s muscle cringe.”
“You call it that because you can’t explain it, but you’re not willing to dive into a medical book to figure it out.”
Tabby steps toward, inching towards me as I stand my ground. I don’t want to pressure her to do things; she can take all the time and hesitant steps if she thinks she needs it.
“How’d you know I think that?”
“It’s the same reason you don’t want to learn about the manufacturing of your favorite honeyed milk bread; the process doesn’t interest you as much as the end result.”
A gasp passes her lips. The breath of air hits me in the chest as I feel the hot air burst through my skin. I break away from the shiver that locks my body, finding the silent questions in her eyes that she wants me to answer without her asking.
I’m not going to do that because I know she will ask eventually; Tabby’s curiosity is what makes her a great scientist. The cleverness in her questions comes back with more intelligent information. I saw her do her homework when she was babysitting me.
There were long equations and sheets of numbers that she wrote out to figure out what the answers were. She was dedicated to solving a problem that troubled her. She wouldn’t give up so soon without a fight that will conquer the ugly formula.
“You would forget to eat when you’re into something. You need to be fed something sugary to even get your mouth to open before you have something more appealing and satisfying than a piece of honey-lemon candy.”
Tabby pales, holding the shirt above her heart and squeezes. “What the heck? How do you know all of this? That is private information, and it isn’t even in my files!”
“I didn’t go through your files,” I assure her, but it only settles a part of her nerves as she keeps glaring at me with her arms crossed over her perky tits.
They bounce when she huffs, “Are you stalking me?”
“No, I’m not stalking you,” I shake my head, risking the chance of her hitting me or bolting away when I reach for her ear.
I pinch the top, “You touch your ear when you lie.”
That is the piece of information that is the most important to her. Everything else was just lucky guesses to her while she thinks I’m getting too much luck on guessing her personal details by profiling.
“Are you an FBI profiler?”
There it is, the way she thinks is predictable.
“No, I’m someone who knows you more than you know yourself.”
I can coincidentally say that because it’s the truth and I am proud of it. As a child, during the time spent with Tabby, I just watched her when she wasn’t looking. It’s the best way to observe her under her natural existence.
She squints her eyes, searching for the truth behind my eyes, but she must have forgotten that I am not someone who can be read easily. The Navy trained me to be one of the best, and I worked hard to get there; it’s going to take more than a tiny little girl to break me.
If I’m being honest, I would most likely tell her the truth. However, I am not the child she knows anymore; I am a fully-grown man.
I’d still tell her if she needs the truth, but it wouldn’t hurt to let her strong interest in pursuing the truth be her main drive to be close to me.
“Were you one of the trainees at NASA before I got shot up there?” she asks.
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“No,” I say.
She clicks her tongue with a pout, “I will find out who you are, Doctor Shafer. Just you watch, I’m going to wipe that smug smile off your face.”
Before she mentioned it, I didn’t realize I’m having too much fun making her guess. It keeps the conversation flowing, and her natural curiosity is what gives this game a challenge. She might need it after being exposed to this new world, and she must be overwhelmed with no one to turn to.
Tabby spins around after giving me a skeptical expression. The code she punches in is the same one from before as I have already memorized the sound and the numbers corresponding to it.
This time she doesn’t stop as she jumps into the room and slams it shut. I hold back a chuckle as I can only imagine she’s going to be preoccupied with the list of people she’s going to come up with.
Standing next to the door, I resume to the position of bodyguard as I scan the hall for any presence. The elevator door is just off to the other side, away from her office in case someone breaks in and this way, Tabby has time to put her office on lockdown until the guards come, and it helps that she is away from any danger that might happen upstairs.
Her office is off to the corner on the floor below the lobby. Agents need clearance and access codes to be able to hit the button to get them down here.
The office door swings open. Tabby pokes her head out to glance towards the elevator. Then she turns to me and stares at the shirt that clings to my waist. Her eyes travel up to my face, and her cheeks turn brighter and brighter as she gets caught with my focus solely on her.
“You might as well come in. It’s kind of distracting when you’re lurking outside.”
“I am not lurking,” I say, but there is mirth in my tone.
She doesn’t take it seriously anyway. The little contained smile on her lips betrays her façade of cool and unimpressed. Tabby opens the door wider for me to get a peek of the pile of paper inside; books lay half opened, and the arch of her ceiling is an interesting structure for an underground office.
Though she does have much favoritism and persuasion with those who support her work, I wouldn’t be surprised if they assumed that Tabby would appreciate the difference since she is a unique girl that outshines others that compete for her position.
She claps her hand, ushering me in with a hand around my bicep.
Unable to wrap her fingers around it, she settles on digging her nails into my skin with a playful glare as if daring me to say something about it. If she wasn’t Tabby, I would have choked the life out of her for putting her hands on me. I don’t take kindly to threats inflicted on me. I will use that as a self-defense move and clock the assailant out cold on the floor.
Foaming at the mouth may be an advisory warning, but it’s all up to personal bodily conditions.
I can rearrange their internal organs if I want to. My medical knowledge extends to multiple ways of creative killing in case I got bored over normal methods of disposal. My enemies will catch on to me and try to change the tables, but I am always three steps ahead.
“If I’m going to figure you out, I need data,” she says with a nod.
She walks behind me, and I’m facing a room filled with messy documents and classified folders. Tabby is one person who can say which person has access to these files and by letting me in this room, she is saying that she trusts me.
Her small hands lay flat on my back. I instructively tense at her touch as she pushes me towards an empty chair with paper scattered to the ground with some redacted black documents, and some have words on them. I pick up some of the sentences as I get near to read it.
It’s not important as they are just a bunch of random numbers printed on a paper that’s labeled distances with names of constellations.
I recognize Aries on the printed paper.
“Sit,” she turns me around with a proud grin that she’s got enough strength to make me do anything.
Tabby can’t move me even if her life depended on it. I’m a force to be reckoned with, and the physical strength of a Navy SEAL is legendary in the Navy field.
“We haven’t eaten lunch yet,” she says as she drops three long sandwiches down in front of me and shoves the other books to the side on the table.
She takes a seat in front of me, “Go ahead, eat.”
I look down at the neatly wrapped sandwiches; they aren’t anything fancy, but they do have different meats in them. This is a test she’s giving to find more data. Tabby doesn’t jump to conclusions as she is someone who wants to have all the facts to chase a case that intrigues her.
I am the one she is interested in, and she is exactly where I want her.
I don’t tell her that I know she wants me to choose what I like and leave the ones that I don’t like and don’t prefer. Picking up the one with steak in it, she doesn’t change her expression as she studies me.
I cock an eyebrow at her, “Don’t stare too much. You’ll make me blush.”
The dry remark has her glowering, “Test subjects aren’t supposed to talk. Zip it, Doctor Shafer.”
“Adrian,” I say as I push the chicken sandwich to her.
Tabby likes her meat lean, but she won’t oppose eating a fattier slice of steak as she knows the value of food.
“Fine, Adrian,” she rips the seal open and unwraps her sandwich.
The parchment paper crinkles loudly; the sound fills the room as I examine the massive sandwich with too many things inside.
I glare at the offending green ring that peeks out from the lettuce and tomatoes. Just the look of it makes me want to rip it out and toss it to the wall, hoping it gets smooshed beyond recognition and stay there to rethink its choice of being in my food.
“Is something wrong?” Tabby asks with a mouthful of food.
She didn’t do it on purpose. She just happens to get the food she orders blindly on the menu and have it delivered down to her office by an agent with clearance.
“Yes,” I grit out with an aggravated sigh.
There is no need to be upset about this, but I really hate cucumber. The taste and texture get to me. I have never liked them in the past, and it didn’t change when I grew up.
“There is fucking cucumber in it,” I pick them out to the side of the wrapper and leave it there.
“You’re such a baby,” Tabby laughs, her feet swing and accidentally nudge mine.
I shoot her a glare. She can make fun of me all she wants, but that isn’t going to stop me from picking every single one of them out, and there is a lot more than I expected.
“I know a kid that doesn’t like cucumber either,” she comments offhandedly as she takes a drink of her water.
My hand freezes after the last piece of cucumber drops to the pile. The racing in my heart ignites a flurry of emotions in my stomach as the metaphorical butterflies kick me so hard that I lose my breath.
She remembers.
“Of course, you can’t be him,” she rolls her eyes, “He’s also named Adrian too, but he’s too cute to be you.”
I frown, offended for this ridiculous reason. I’m being envious of my younger self, and that is an absurd thought, but I can’t help it. “What’s wrong with me? I’m cute.”
“I’m going to ignore that you just called yourself cute,” she hides her smile behind her sandwich, but it’s too wide, and I forgive her already.
“What did you do when he wouldn’t eat it?” I ask, knowing the answer by heart because this was a routine I have been through multiple times.
“I ate it for him. Adrian was stubborn, and I would never feed him something he hated no matter how nutritious it was.”
Nutritious my ass, that vegetable can rot in hell and be healthy there. It is unwanted by me, and that should be enough reason to damn it to oblivion.
“What are you going to do if I don’t eat it?” I dare to ask with a cracked smirk.
She intentionally kicks my shin, but I don’t react, so she juts out her bottom lip. “Do you want m
e to feed you?”
“I never thought you’d ask, but yes. Feed me if you insist.”
Her ears burn, and she kicks my shin harder. The pain doesn’t negate the happiness bursting through my chest as Tabby viciously chomps down on her sandwich.
“In your dreams!”
Chapter Five
Tabby
The documents in front of me have me confused; the equations are all wrong, and yet the answer is correct. I have gone over the whole formula to figure out the distance between the newly discovered star in the galaxy and its potential travel time to reach Earth’s orbit.
It’s a new threat that has NASA on edge. We have not seen a meteor rock that big moving at such an alarming rate, and with a very strong prospect that it’s going to crash with Earth given the speed and axis it is traveling.
The impact on Earth can cause monumental damage. It could be the extinction of humans just like how the dinosaurs weren’t prepared to protect themselves from the natural disaster.
I have been up days and nights trying to get a better understanding where it came from and why it slipped into our galaxy at an insane rate that has other scientists scrambling to find a solution or prepare for an attack to lower the risk of deaths on Earth.
There isn’t any way of leaving the Earth with billions of people. There isn’t a way to steer the incoming rock into another direction, and we certainly don’t have much of a chance facing it head-on.
The only possible solution is for the NASA to work closely with the military to make one hell of a weapon to shoot into the skies and break the rock apart into smaller pieces in space. With enough force from the atmosphere, the smaller particles might burn so much that it turns into rubble and lessen the damage by the time they touch the ground.
I work independently since my performance gets hindered with distraction from other people. And Adrian is not an exception; that man is an eye-candy. Every time I look at him, I think about the day where I’m supposed to do something kind and holy but ended up being a mess on his hand. And he never fails to make me remember because he is there whenever I look up.
