by Aaron Bunce
A primal need rose up inside Jacoby, his right hand trembling slightly. Part of him wanted to reach out and trace a finger over the scar on her belly, to kiss it. They resonated with a piece of him…the broken, scarred young man cowering at his father’s feet – the naked man scarred from a parent’s abuse. Lex’s scars only made her more beautiful to him, more complete. It was that part of him, perhaps the voice he’d been speaking with, sliding in and quietly merging with the rest of him.
“I’ve never seen someone get hit so many times with a baton and not go down. That’s not extraordinary…it’s fucking crazy,” she said, lifting a hand and running her fingertips down his chest. “No burn marks, not even a bruise. Crazy. You’re not normal…stronger than any I’ve seen before. But I…I can’t get those people out of my head. The way their bodies peeled open, the way their bones moved, and…”
“I don’t understand any of it…” Jacoby said softly, but Lex cut him off.
“I’m used to order, structure – do this, or do that. The simplicity of it all. But it’s all breaking down here. Nothing is certain, except for you. And I don’t know why or how that makes sense, but that woman…she tried to…she would have killed me. You didn’t have to, but you helped…me. I’ve seen it. You’re different somehow. I can feel it, too,” Lex faltered, moving up and brushing against him.
The spark turned to a full-blown inferno inside Jacoby, the warm contact of her skin almost more than he could take. She leaned in, her supple breasts pressing against him. She leaned even further, until her mouth hovered next to his cheek, her breath hot against his neck. He felt her hand glide gently over his stomach, coming to rest just above his manhood.
“I felt it when I first saw you in the commissary – a need, an urge, so strong it seemed to resonate within my bones, like we’d known each other before but parted for a long time. My…my whole body seemed to vibrate with it. It made me dizzy. I saw things, felt things…intimate, sensual things. You felt familiar and safe. I feel it right now, like I’m breathing you in. You make my skin tingle, my heart flutter, and–” she said, but Jacoby pulled her close and kissed her.
Lex hooked an arm around his back and pulled him close, returning his kiss. Jacoby took control. He reached up and ran his fingers through her thick, red hair, and moved them down over the smooth, short-cropped hair on the sides of her head. He kissed her again, his tongue dancing over her lips before meeting hers.
Jacoby tilted her head back and ran his tongue down her neck, stopping to kiss the scar just over her right breast. Lex grabbed ahold of his manhood, her grip strong but not rough, and slowly started to work it back and forth. He eased his way down, kissing and then playfully biting at her pink nipples.
Lex tried to follow him down, but Jacoby pushed her back upright and slid down to his knees. Driven by a fire he could barely contain, he eased her feet apart, and moved in to kiss her thigh. She obliged, lifting her left leg and letting it rest on his shoulder.
The hot water cascaded down Lex’s body, spattering his head in heavy droplets as the steam rose up in swirling clouds. The muscles in her legs shook as he eased her apart with his tongue, her sex warm and soft. She moaned, first running her fingers through his hair, and then grabbing handfuls to provide gentle encouragement.
Jacoby lost himself to her embrace – the warmth of their bodies, the swirling and intoxicating redolence of their lust. He worked his tongue lovingly back, easing it just inside her, and she shook in response. He felt the rhythm of her body, a vibration passing from her flesh to his, a hum he could feel but not hear. Jacoby explored her with his tongue and lips, her excitement evident almost immediately.
Lex grew tense as he teased her apart again, matching his tempo to the subtle energy coursing through her body. It grew…the feedback almost electric as he touched her.
Lex pulled him away, lifting him from his knees almost completely by his hair. She kissed him hard, the water flooding over them anew. He savored her taste – a thing both new and familiar at the same time.
Jacoby was moving backwards then, Lex pushing him back forcefully onto the tiled bench. She crawled into his lap, sliding forward on her knees, and eased down, first finding the tip of his penis, and then slowly, methodically, letting her weight drop until his full length slid inside her.
Jacoby groaned as she rose up again and unhurriedly eased back down, her body hot and wet, but almost painfully tight around him. He ran his hands over her muscular rump and up her back, the soft skin broken by several scars.
“You’re so…big. It feels so…right,” Lex moaned softly and slid them together again. She leaned forward and dropped her hands to his shoulders, her breasts bouncing teasingly before his face.
Jacoby buried his face between them, his fingers crawling over and mapping the network of scars on her back. They weren’t flaws, but beauty marks earned through sacrifice and pain. The thought added to his fire, his manhood swelling further. Lex seemed to notice, a shiver running down her back. She drove her hips down hard and slid back, dropping to kiss him.
Her lips were full and wet, her arms and legs contracting strongly around him. She kissed him with determination, each brush of the lips or tongue measured and exact. Jacoby grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard into his lap. She ground forward, the motion bottoming him out inside her. Lex kissed him, her breathing urgent and fast, but pulled away a moment later and groaned loudly. Her voice filled the shower, echoing off the walls.
“Stand up,” Jacoby said as she pulled away, stopping a moment to smooth her hair back. Lex’s green eyes locked onto his and she slid back and then forward again, one corner of her mouth lifting in that crooked, mischievous half-smile. She held his gaze and clamped both hands onto his upper arms, rocking him deeper and deeper inside.
She likes strength…she likes a challenge, he realized, reading the sparkle in her green eyes.
She groaned loudly as he rocked forward suddenly, hefting her completely off the ground. He carried her over to the shower and set her down.
“Bend over,” he said, standing and pointing to the column of the shower nozzles. Lex cocked an eyebrow and licked her lips, but didn’t move.
Challenge her.
Jacoby led her to the column of shower nozzles. He took both of her hands and lifted them to the pole.
“Keep them there,” he said, watching her carefully, and then slowly walked behind her. Lex turned her head to watch him, the tip of her tongue pressed into the corner of her mouth.
Jacoby grabbed her hips and pulled back. She walked her feet back, twitching her butt as she lowered her head. He edged forward and rocked up onto the balls of his feet, Lex’s long legs almost putting her out of reach.
“Deeper…harder,” Lex moaned, still clinging to the shower pole.
She groaned as he slid back inside. He thrust forward hard, his hips slapping against her bottom. Jacoby set an even pace, pulling almost completely out and savoring the following thrust. Lex responded vocally, moaning and crying out until the shower echoed with the slapping of their bodies and her cries of pleasure.
“Harder. I’m close. Harder!” she growled, pushing back as he thrust forward. Jacoby obliged, clamping onto her hips and rocking forward hard.
The air grew thicker around Jacoby, the pronounced muscles of his torso coiling and flexing. Lex’s body hummed as they slid together, the luscious curves of her hips and back gleaming in the shower’s spray. Fire grew in his loins, the heat building and spreading into his chest and legs. The pressure was there in his mind, too, coiling and pressing behind his eyes.
He closed his eyes and thrust again and again, Lex’s body so hot and soft around him. He felt her climax, a ripple coursing through almost her entire body. She cried out a moment later, the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexing as her whole body shook.
Jacoby thrust harder, his fire rising violently inside, until he hung on the very precipice. He slid his hands up to her waist and plunged himself forward as hard as h
is body would allow, the pressure in his mind and his orgasm tearing loose at the same time.
He rocked back and slid forward, the tremors of his orgasm still echoing throughout his body. It seemed to go on forever, the hum, the chorus of their conjoined bodies.
Jacoby finally slumped back, the afterglow of his orgasm fading until it was a barely perceptible warmth in his loins. Lex stood, her legs shaking, an oddly orange glow framing her body.
She is ours now. All ours, the voice said, sliding forth from the depths of his mind.
She came forward and sank into his embrace.
0700 Hours
“Anna,” Soraya hissed again.
“I don’t know how long it will stay closed. I mean, I just ran a root door closure test, but it might be programed to automatically open if it jams, or there might be a timer built into the test. It might…I just don’t know…” she said, turning, but found Soraya standing above her. She accepted her hand and stood. Soraya lifted a data point between them.
“Where did you get that? Mine broke back there and I didn’t think you…?” Anna asked.
“I scooped it off the counter when we stopped to get my boots…just kind of did it by habit…but that’s not important. Well, it is, but here…just listen.” Soraya pressed a button on the screen and held it up between them so they both could hear.
“Soraya it’s…Jacoby…” the voice crackled out of the device’s small speaker, but Anna knew it was him before he even said his name. She listened to the entire message, Jacoby’s voice and outward awkwardness the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard.
“He’s in a lab? We have to find him!”
Soraya nodded and together they turned back and jogged to the back of the queue waiting for the transit elevators. The crowd was small now, barely a few dozen people – perhaps enough to fit into the two large lifts at once.
Anna pressed record and lifted the data point to her mouth.
“Jacoby, it’s Anna. Oh my god. I can’t believe it. I’m so glad you’re all right! Soraya and I are still on D ring, but we’re about to hop on a transit elevator down to A. Where are you? We’ll come to you! Tell me and we’ll find you. Hurry!”
The pressure door shuddered behind them, the metal groaning and shifting. She ended the recording and hit send, and then against her better judgement, looked behind her.
The horrible boney arms trapped under the massive, shiny door were still moving…somehow. They tapped against the floor, before curving up and off the ground, their segments clicking together. They curled up to the door and started tapping, almost as if they were feeling or searching the door.
“Soraya!” she hissed, and pulled her around to point, “look!”
“What the…hell?”
The arms snaked back down the door, clicking, crawling like snakes, searching and feeling their way to the ground.
“It’s almost like it’s searching for something…” Soraya breathed.
“But what?” Anna whispered, as her gaze flicked to her code scanner. The small black device lay on the ground just to the right of the door, the cord still plugged into the service port. The arms seemed to follow her eyes, flicking towards the black device. “No…that’s impossible!”
“Why didn’t you unplug it?” Soraya asked.
Anna spun and closed the distance to the back of the queue. “I was afraid that it would abort the test…that it would open the door if I unplugged it! I didn’t know…just didn’t want to be the reason why it got through.”
The elevator on the right was open and people were streaming inside, flooding into the overly bright space.
“Go! Fill it up! Get everyone in!” Anna screamed.
The queue was shrinking, but the lift was filling up quickly. Her gaze flitted to the lift on the left. The glowing indicator was moving as the elevator approached the ring.
“You did good, Anna…better than good. I never would have thought of that. You gave us time!”
The lift doors on the right were closing, but Anna could see open space. There was room for so many people.
“Wait, no! You have to squeeze as many people…” Anna yelled, but it was too late. The doors closed and the lift started to move.
The lift on the left opened a moment later, the flood of people pushing and shoving to get inside. Soraya cut forward, knifing between two women and pushing almost completely up to the elevator itself.
“Get everyone inside…don’t let the doors close!” she yelled, muscling a man aside.
Anna flinched back and saw the door shudder. The arms slapped the ground, stabbing down into the ground. Her code scanner flopped to the side, and then shattered in a shower of black plastic.
Someone pulled her forward, and she turned to the bright elevator interior. People were packing inside, hugging and squeezing together to fit into the space.
“Get everyone inside!” Soraya yelled, pushing everyone forward.
“It’s full. Wait until the next one comes!” a man said, and jumped forward, slapping a button on the inside. A chime sounded and the lift doors started to close.
“No!” Anna screamed.
Soraya shoved a woman out of the way and slid into the gap before the door could slide closed. The chime sounded again and the door opened.
“It’s full! It’s overloaded! You’re going to get us all killed! Hit the button…hit it!” the man screamed and came forward. He balled up his fists and pushed Soraya back.
The crawling sensation tickled her back. Anna turned to find the pressure door slowly rising. A host of boney, spear-like arms snapped through the growing space between the bottom and the floor, and then the door buckled, bending and peeling out of the way.
“We all go, or no one goes!” Soraya growled and came forward, grabbing the man by his shirt and bringing a knee up into his groin. She shoved him back into the crowded lift, his eyes wide and face crimson.
“Everyone on!” Anna yelled, pushing the last few people forward. They shuffled in, smashing together, the cramped space filled wall to wall.
“I can’t breathe…there isn’t room,” someone shouted, but Anna threw herself forward. She was outside the door, then even with it. Someone reached out, a woman, her arms groping around her midsection. She pulled Anna in close, the mass of bodies crushing together.
She turned and sucked in her breath, pushing back, smashing her body into the others. The creature was moving towards them…twenty feet away, then a dozen, an impossible mass of slashing, stabbing legs tearing the ceramic panels from the walls and puncturing the metal floor. It had three faces now, the padding of Garrett’s armor somehow melded with its flesh. Human arms reached and clutched, groping for her, hungry for her.
The doors closed, sliding just past her face, the cool metal catching and squeaking against her hot cheek. They closed, the bright interior light fading to blue as the chime sounded, and then Anna felt gravity shift and the lift started to move.
0810 Hours
Lex fell asleep in his arms, their bodies warm and pressed together. He held her for a long while, her peaceful, deep breathing soothing his own flyaway thoughts.
Jacoby’s thoughts drifted from Anna, to the guilt associated with his run in with Soraya, to Janice, and finally back to Lex. Part of him wanted to wake her up and kiss her, just to experience the deep and complicated bond growing between them.
The doors to the shower opened, interrupting his thoughts. Doctor Reeds stepped into the showers, the automatic lights blinking on overhead.
Jacoby covered his eyes and Lex groaned, turning to bury her face in his chest. The physician turned left, then right. He spotted them and half-stepped forward.
“There you are, I have unearthed some interesting…oh,” he said and then seemed to realize they were naked, and abruptly turned around.
“What’s up, doc,” Lex grunted, and started to laugh. Jacoby chuckled as well, catching the reference from the cartoon’s he used to watch with Anna after class. They’d been b
ootlegged videos she bought from a friend of a friend. He struggled to remember what the cartoon series was called.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I, uh, mean…sorry,” Reeds said, his cheeks flushing red. He gawked for a moment and then turned away awkwardly. “I just think you might want to get dressed and come out here. I’ve collected some rather interesting, and quite fascinating information from Doctor Misra’s findings. You should see them,” Reeds said, now talking to the empty side of the shower.
“We’ll be right out,” Jacoby said as Lex pushed away and stretched. His gaze crawled down her back, the muscles flexing impressively in the light.
“Uh, quickly please,” he said and turned to leave, but stopped halfway out the doors. “It’s really none of my business, but you know, I’m a doctor. I hope you two used protection.” Then he was gone.
Lex laughed and turned, throwing her arms around him. Jacoby returned the embrace, leaned in to kiss her neck, and pressed her close. She leaned back and kissed his cheek, before pulling his earlobe between her teeth.
Lex bit hard at first, a jolt of pain shooting through his ear, but then nibbled it affectionately, her tongue sweeping in, warm and wet, right after.
We have time. The doctor can wait, the voice chimed in, the thrill quickly hitting his groin.
Jacoby pulled Lex around into a strong kiss. She returned it, before biting his lip.
“I think the doc was jealous,” Lex whispered into his ear, and then slowly pulled away. With her crooked smile firmly in place, she ran her fingers over his lap, just brushing against his privates.
We had time for more fun. She wanted it. You could see it in her eyes.
“There will be time later,” Jacoby whispered and watched Lex walk away. Her hips swayed as she walked, a confidence and sexuality in her step that wasn’t there before.
Lex scooped her clothes off the far bench and walked out, turning and giving him the faintest hint of a wink before disappearing through the doors.
