1 comments/ 6184 views/ 1 favorites The Westin By: Ameliaire So this is what I remember.... We got into the hotel room. The Westin. I had only visited there once before, but never to sleep. The bed was a huge white cloud. I flopped on it, trying not to feel butterflies. Chad went to get ice for our drinks, and in the meantime, I busied myself with unpacking my toiletries in the bathroom. When Chad returned, I poured us both a drink and took mine into the bathroom. Setting my drink down on the counter, I looked into my tentative reflection in the mirror. Was I actually contemplating this? Could I go through with it? I shivered a little with hesitation, but a tremor of excitement shot through me as well. Oh well, I decided. It was now or never. Slowly, savouring my first drink of the night and the feel of heady anticipation, I removed all body hair. First my legs: all the way up. Then under my arms. Then finally, my pussy. Almost hairless anyway, it only needed a little primping before it was smooth as silk. I ran a finger up my slit when I was through, savouring the softness and noticing the slight dampness already accumulating there. I showered quickly, and covered myself in lotion to make sure that every part of me was extra touchable. I slipped on my lacy black thong and matching bra, then twirled once in the mirror. Satisfied, I picked up my nearly empty glass and opened the bathroom door. Our room was T-shaped. The door was at the bottom of the T, with a short hallway leading into the main room. On the left, taking up one entire side of the room, stood the cloud-bed. Directly in front was the picture window, giving us a view of... well, the roof, and some of Ottawa's taller downtown high rises (but who's kidding who here, we weren't there for the view). On the right, across from the bed, stood the TV, and the bathroom door was right beside it. I had to pass directly in front of the TV to refill my drink, but nowhere near close enough to the bed that he could touch me. I nonchalantly sauntered over to the table with our drinks, glass in hand. I snuck a look at Chad; exactly the reaction I had hoped for. His mouth agape, glass in hand, he was drinking me in from head to toe. I could almost see the thoughts taking shape in his head. I made a show of filling my drink, making sure to give him a good view from all angles, before I sauntered casually back into the bathroom to finish getting dressed. When I emerged again, this time dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt, I headed to the bed like nothing had happened, and stretched out on my side, giving Chad an enticing view of the curve of my hips. We talked, mostly about sex, but also about other unimportant things. I had been starting to feel like things were too contrived, like we were just there for the sex and that was it. There is no mystery to something like that, and I wanted to make it fun. I needed things to be more in my control; I work better that way, and taking control of the conversation seemed like a good first step. Before long, our glasses were getting low and I needed to pee. I was also ready for things to move along a little. So I got up, and facing Chad, began unzipping my pants. Halfway through a sentence, he stopped short, his expression of surprise quickly changing into one that can only be described as pure animal lust. "I have to go to the bathroom," I said innocently, "so I thought I'd leave my pants here." Slowly, I inched my jeans down my thighs, then wriggled out of them completely. Leaving them crumpled on the floor, I pivoted, and without another word, walked into the bathroom. Even without looking back, I knew his eyes followed my ass the entire way. My thong was soaked. I loved the feeling of power I had over him already. Surveying myself in the mirror, I licked my lips. I'd fuck me, I thought to myself. All I was left wearing now was a sheer white v-neck tee, black bra and lace panties, the crotch of which was very wet and already clung to my pussy lips. My nipples were hard with anticipation. Round 2. Stepping out of the washroom, I immediately walked over to the bed, bent at the waist, and leaned seductively against the bed. Looking Chad straight in the eye, I said, "Chad, why don't you fill our drinks? I'll wait here." If he hadn't got a good view of my ass and pussy before, he sure did then. I was fully exposed save for the scrap of material my thong provided, and even that wasn't helping much. I could feel the pulse in my clit as he circled behind me and devoured me with his eyes. As he came back with our drinks, Chad let out a long wolf whistle. "Fuck, man," he said, shaking his head, his eyes never leaving my toned ass, "you sure are a sight to behold." With those words he came up behind me and pressed his now rock hard erection against my panty-covered pussy. I gasped as a surge of wetness unexpectedly flooded me. "Now, hold on a second," I said teasingly, "how is this fair? I'm not wearing pants. I don't think you should be either." With a grin and a mock salute, Chad shucked off his pants and shirt and hopped onto the bed. I decided it was time to take off my shirt as well. Slowly, deliberately, I reached for the hem, inch by inch dragging it up and off my body. I felt like I was on fire. My skin almost burned to the touch. Suddenly, without pretence, I needed to have his cock in my mouth. "Hold this," I instructed, handing him my drink so that now both his hands were full. In one smooth motion, I extracted his dick from his boxers and engulfed it all in my mouth. Chad gasped, then quickly steadied himself as he remembered the drinks in his hands. I continued my ministrations for about ten more seconds, just enough to slake my desire, then I withdrew my mouth slowly, and licked my lips with satisfaction. His cock was purple and engorged, straining upward and twitching, wanting more. In the dim light of the room it looked very intimidating, and much bigger than its healthy seven inches. "You... little... cocktease!" Chad groaned as I grabbed back my drink and retook my place on the opposite side of the bed. I grinned. Chad was used to having his way. He didn't like being the one who was left hanging. We continued to talk and tease each other. More drinks were poured, leaving both of us feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was buzzing, feeling very good and very sexy. I think he noticed. With the last sip of my drink, I took a deep breath. It was actually going to happen – Chad was going to fuck me in a hotel room, just like he'd said. I was more than ready for him. The sheerness of my thong was enhanced by the slickness of my nearly hairless pussy. My nipples ached from being erect for so long, and my body was ablaze with raw sexuality. The first time he kissed me, it was all over. Our lips touched softly and lingered for a moment. I could smell the scent of his shaving cream. My hand involuntarily reached up to caress his smooth face. A quality of raw masculinity surrounded him, but this close up I was able to see the softer, more vulnerable side of him. We pulled apart for a moment, eyes searching one another. Then, neither of us could stand it anymore. We kissed again, harder, more fiercely, then again. His tongue found mine and teased, weakening my knees. Our hands explored each other. He was smooth everywhere. I couldn't stop touching his soft skin. Back, chest, arms, and abs – his muscles were taut and strong underneath. His hands caressed me with equal, if not more, fervour. We became lost in each other, in the sensations. Finally, I pulled back, gasping. Between us, Chad's cock pulsed with anticipation. I had to taste it again. Roughly, I pushed him back against the pillows. His face lit up. "Oh, so you like it rougher, huh?" I teased. In another quick move, I seized his legs, yanking him down closer to me. He tensed, every muscle in his lean body springing to the ready in reaction to my forcefulness. I practically dove onto his member. "Ohhhh," he moaned as my lips hit the base of his cock and the tip hit the back of my throat. I couldn't get enough. I licked around the head and up the slit. I sucked on the end. I lapped at it with my tongue, then wet my hands and used first one, then both to encircle his shaft. He was in ecstasy as I brought him close to the edge and backed off. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. "I really need you to fuck me now," I said breathlessly. That was more than enough invitation for Chad, who immediately jumped up off the bed and grabbed a condom. There's something about a man putting on a condom that is so sexy. I can't put my finger on why. Something about the way he handles his own member, expertly and roughly, and the way his hands shake with the anticipation of the pleasure to follow. While I was contemplating this, Chad had put one on, and was now crawling towards me on the giant bed. There was no more pretence, no more teasing. We wanted each other, full stop. Chad unceremoniously stripped off my soaked thong, throwing it onto the heap of clothes accumulating beside the bed. My bra had come off awhile before, so I was now naked before him. Pausing only a moment to take in the sight of me, he put his cock at my entrance and slowly pushed into me. It was more than I could take. The moment he entered me my first orgasm of the night hit me like a tidal wave. His came soon after; the contractions of my pussy coupled with my screams and moans proving too much for him. "Oh, fuck, Jen!" he screamed as he came, driving deeper and deeper with each wave of it. Spent, he collapsed on top of me. We caught our breath together; two sweaty bodies breathing heavily. Three times, we fucked that night. I lost count of orgasms after twelve. The whole time, through the kisses, the grabbing, the moaning, teasing, fucking, screaming, I kept thinking, is this happening? I'm in a gorgeous hotel room with a guy whose sole purpose at the moment is to pleasure me with his rock hard, smooth, pulsing, very capable body. I could die happy. Then he did something that could only be described as mind-blowing. I was on my back, breathing hard after our second go-round. My hair was mussed and askew, my cheeks flushed, my body aglow with the after-effects of my millionth orgasm of the night. Chad leaned across my bent knees from the spot he was sitting at my feet, and pushed aside a lock of my hair that had fallen in front of my eyes. This is real, I thought. Not only has this night been amazing, but this guy is amazing too. I needed this, this sex with no strings attached, but now I see that I can trust this guy. He's not just someone random. These thoughts prompted me to do something I never thought I'd do. We had even talked about it previously, because it's such an issue with me. I'm not a big fan of having my pussy licked. It's not like I've had bad experiences, exactly, it's just that I'm very self-conscious when it comes to that. I'm always afraid I'll taste bad, or forget to shave, or something. I really have to trust someone before I let him do it to me, and even then, it is not a common occurrence. But something about the way he touched me then made me feel bold. He pulled his hand back from my face, and kissed the top of my bent knee. I responded by parting my knees slightly, just enough that he looked up at me questioningly. I gave him a noncommittal look. Let him take it to the next step, I thought, and we'll see what happens. Chad kissed my knee again. This time, his hand caressed the smooth inside of my knee, causing me to involuntarily part my legs a little more. He continued to move his hand south, his eyes never leaving mine, as if to reassure me that it was ok, that I could still back out if I wanted. Suddenly I was aware that my legs were open wide, my pussy fully exposed. Chad's eyes finally left mine and looked down, getting a close-up view of my pink folds. He breathed in my scent and closed his eyes. My legs started to shake – I couldn't believe I was about to let him do what he was about to do. I closed my eyes. I felt like I lay there for an eternity before I finally felt the delicious warmth of his tongue on me. Softly, gently, it explored me, demanding nothing but enabling me to surrender completely to the sensations it was providing me. He expertly licked, sucked, and fondled me into heights of ecstasy I have never before or since reached. Soon I was moaning and arching my back, biting my lip and trying to resist exploding right then and there. My pussy was on fire. My whole body pulsated and ached for release. He built and built, putting just enough pressure and attention on my clit before backing off, that I was grabbing at the sheets and pleading with him not to stop before long. And just when I thought I was unable to feel anymore pleasure, he inserted a finger in me and began gently making a come-hither motion inside my pussy. It was too much. I think I actually blacked out there for a minute, because when I came to, all I felt was wonderful waves of sensation abating, and Chad was lying beside me, a slightly concerned look on his face. I looked up at him and smiled sleepily. "Wow," was all I could think of to say. He smiled back. Rolling over to my side, I curled up in a ball, my back to him. I had never before been so relaxed, so content, so totally sexed out. He fit his body around mine, wrapping an arm around me and nuzzling my neck. With his strong body protecting mine, I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. I closed my eyes and let sleep come over me. The Weston Sphere "You'll have to arrest me, General. I won't go peacefully and I won't let you kill any more civilians. You're not thinking clearly. You keep blasting their planet; as if that's going to make them get up and leave. You've gone over the edge and I'm sick with it." He gave me a level stare, and responded, "I'm sorry you've lost the stomach for this, Doctor. Sergeant, arrest her." And so I was put in handcuffs for the second time in my life. Only this time it was by my own people. I am Doctor Rosamund Weston, a quantum physicist and a pretty sharp tack if I do say so myself. However, being raised in a community of scientists and doctorates, i.e, a roomful of sharp tacks, I am only maybe a cut or two above the average. I had however managed to distinguish myself early in my career with a couple of major breakthroughs. It was the latest one that had really skyrocketed my career. Using a dimensional gateway and a special particle I had created, I had come through with one of the dreams of mankind - an unlimited power source that never ran out and that literally used time and space and matter to keep on regenerating itself. I had high hopes for this sphere, affectionately dubbed the Weston Sphere by my colleagues. I hoped to usher in a brand new era of prosperity for my people. Imagine what we could do if we never had to worry about power! Imagine what we could accomplish! But human nature intervened and things went down just about as you would expect. The knowledge had been leaked and our neighboring planet, Saracen, using alien technology, had attacked. They had destroyed us utterly - we were mostly a community of scientists and not warriors. I had escaped the research labs I had been working in with my Sphere, which was small enough to fit in a pocket, and had actually managed to survive out in the country, entirely on my own, for seven days before encountering one of our own patrols. (It helped that service in the Armed Forces was mandatory for everyone. I'd done my two years.) I had hopes of somehow escaping, but one of my colleagues had been the source of the leak, and he had planted homing devices in the case I carried the Sphere in. Stupidly, I had not thought to check. We were captured and all of the soldiers were executed. For nine months I had been forced to work for the enemy. They had my baby sister, grown up to be a history professor at the local university, and threatened to hurt her if I didn't work. As long as I worked, she was safe. I tried to sabotage the project, but they caught on and I was only able to escape her being hurt badly by agreeing to do what they said. I repaired all of my work. After nine months, however, my own people - Caledonians - broke me out. On the way the Saracen Colonel who had been overseeing my work threatened my sister over the intercom and when I wouldn't comply, shot her. I wanted to go back to her, more than anything, but the Sphere I was once again carrying could signify the death sentence of billions of people. Even when I hesitated at the last, she screamed, "Run, Rosa!" So I ran. I then spent eight months in a bunker with my people designing a cannon to be used with my Sphere. Me, who had always sworn to use my intellect for non-violent purposes. I knew there was no way out of this, though. In front of me all I could see was my sister's face. And for the last two weeks we had been tooling around the countryside in a ridiculously massive truck with an enormous cannon mounted to it. A fully-grown man was the size of one of the tires and I was just a petite woman. At first we shot all hard targets - shooting destroyers right out of the sky, a capital ship carrying troops and equipment. Then we went to one orbital platform, then another. I began to grow uneasy - there were most likely civilians on these. By then, however, the Saracens had mostly pulled their ships out of low orbit. I showed them the capabilities of my machine by calculating the trajectory to hit a carrier ship in high orbit. I think they pulled their ships to the other side of the planet then! Then the General wanted to target their planet. I knew I could do it. And I did it. We hit their capital city. I justified it by the ruins of my own home - they had unleashed planetary bombardment on our capital, and dropped a nuke on two other cities. My world was in ruins. But the General wanted to keep on going. Two shots on the capital...Ok. A third shot on some coastal cities. And then a fourth shot. I admit I let it go on this long. Some out of vengeance and some out of a genuine feeling that the Saracens would expect no less. But that inner eye, the one that saw my sister all the time, finally dimmed a little and I began seeing all of the other sisters that had lost loved ones. Finally one day the General came back with news that the Saracens "had not capitulated", and told me we'd need to make more examples. I looked at him, flabbergasted. Did he think they would just roll over and play dead because we had a mighty big cannon? We needed to conduct guerilla warfare, to hit things on the planet, to let them know we still stung. He said he wanted to "make a point". I said the point had been made. Well, you see where this conversation led me. To being locked in the back of a Jeep. At least they took my cuffs off. This went on for two days, during which time they hit three more targets. The third one went differently, however. The shot went off, and even as they were lowering the cannons, the power generators exploded. It took me a second to realize that the hit had come from the sky, from fighters flying overhead. I had little protection in the Jeep and lay low until I heard someone fumbling at the door. Into the driver's seat jumped Dr. Robert Walker, my colleague and friend, who had been helping me with the cannon. He had also heavily disagreed with the General but had kept his mouth shut during the argument. I pressed up against the grate separating us. "What the hell happened?" I shouted. "I told the Saracens where we were, what else?" "You called them down on our own people?" He'd started the Jeep and drove, away from the battle. "Yes, and I shot the General. Anything else?" Silence for a moment, and then I grinned. "Bloody brilliant. Now get us the hell out of here." "What do you think I'm trying to do?" Just then I heard shots hitting the back of the jeep and dropped low. "I think they're on to us!" "I know, but I think they've got bigger fish to fry. Is there a gun in this car somewhere?" He was driving hellbent into the woods now and I was being tossed back and forth. I gripped the seat as tightly as I could. "Yeah, between us. I can't get to it, before you ask. I'm kind of locked up back here." "Great. Let me get clear and I'll get you out." It didn't actually take that long to get clear. Our troops were too busy dealing with the fighter jets and helicopters overhead. It was the middle of the night, so visibility was poor anyway. Deep in the woods he stopped the car and came around to let me out. Robert – never Bob or Bobby or even Rob – and I have been friends since he first moved into my hometown, Memphis at age six. We were the same age now; thirty-three, and our friendship had never wavered. Right now his face was pale as he helped me out of the back of the Jeep. Impulsively I hugged him. He was sweaty and I could tell he was scared but not showing it by the way he hugged me back tightly. Well, I was scared, too. "Thanks for sticking by me, Robert." He grinned. "I figured if you were going to be that crazy so would I." "Do you have it?" He nodded and started to undo a case at his side. I shook my head, stopping him. "That thing is more important than me. If they – either side – capture me again, they can't have that. Can you protect it?" He nodded. "Of course. Now let's get out of here." "Sure." I jumped in the passenger seat with him. "Let me find a map." "This thing has GPS." I loaded it up and examined it. "It's also got a tracker, so we're going to have to ditch this vehicle pretty soon. But let's see...we're about thirty miles outside of New Caledonia." I looked at him. "Go west." "All right." He started the car and headed off before he asked me. "What's our destination?" "You know there's only one safe place we can go." He glanced at the GPS with New Caledonia showing on it. "You're kidding, right? Ah, but you're right – it's the only safe place to go." "Hopefully we can slip in under cover of darkness and hide." "Right." "Head for this river. It's about three miles outside of the city. I'll search the Jeep." I came up with a duffle bag and a satchel for us to carry things, and I stripped the Jeep of everything. There wasn't much here, but there was a shotgun and two pistols, both of which I snagged, as well as some MREs and a few other supplies. No compass, but we could manage for now. It wasn't long before we got to the river. There, we climbed out of the car. I handed him the duffel bag and slung the satchel, and then put the car in drive, aiming it for the river. It wasn't exactly a deep river, but it did tumble hood down into the water, maybe about four feet deep. "At least they won't have this vehicle, unless they stop to fish it out. Now come on." From here we could see the ruins of the city and struck across the land. It didn't take us long to reach the outskirts, and we slipped in without notice. "We need to find a place to lay low, Robert. Come on." "Right behind you." I eyed the houses in the rising sun until I found one that had basement windows, and gestured Robert behind me. Both front and back doors were locked, but I found a bathroom window we could push up, and with his help, we both clambered in. The house was empty, and it was clear it had been abandoned in a hurry. We didn't waste much time, but raided the kitchen for some food, finding some canned food leftover, as well as a can opener, and escaped to the basement. We blocked off most of the windows with some towels we found, leaving just one partially unblocked, for some light. Finally we were able to sit a moment and relax. "What do we have to eat?" "Let's see." He went through the cans. "Potatoes – why does everyone always have canned potatoes? Carrots. Beans. Lima beans. A pound of granola in a box. That's...about it." "I'll take a can of the potatoes, and we can split some of the granola." We opened the cans. For a few moments there was no conversation, as we both ate. We were very hungry, and I think we were contemplating the situation we were in. It was Robert who spoke up first. "Rosa," he said. "We're traitors." "I kind of gathered that, Robert." I said with a half-smile. "Still, to say it that bluntly – it really brings it home." "I know. You shot a General." "I did, at that. In the stomach, so I don't think he's dead." "You should have shot him twice. But I don't intend to let them have the Sphere again." "Right. So what do we do?" "Well, I told you what they were doing to Sasha." Sasha was my sister's name. I'd not wanted to talk about my time with the Saracens, but Robert's friendship had compelled me and I found it actually helped. So I had ended up telling him everything. "I intend to leave this planet, Robert. I'm not even going to say goodbye to my family or look for them." I looked him in the eye. "It's the only way to keep them safe. Neither side will ever stop looking for me and my Sphere." He'd looked surprised but now he just looked resigned. "I guess you're right, Rosie." I smiled at the affectionate use of the nickname. "And you'll have to come with me. If they catch you, you'll be shot." He chuckled. "I guess I have to. So now we just have to find a pilot, a ship, and a way off this planet. Am I right?" "Is that all? You make it sound so easy." I watched the window for a few minutes. "We should get some rest," I finally said. "Do you want to sleep first?" "I'm not dreadfully tired. I mostly sat around in the Jeep for two days. Why don't you rest?" "All right." We'd found some sheets in the basement, and just spread one out on the floor. He laid down on it, fully dressed except for his boots. We'd both been given fatigues and that's what we were wearing now. I watched him as he fell asleep surprisingly quickly. Or perhaps it wasn't surprising, at that. We were both exhausted. He looked surprisingly vulnerable, lying there like that, the worry lines on his forehead smoothed out. He was strong, and brave, my friend, but now here at the end of our world I knew even his resolve was wavering. Robert and I had never dated, though I did think he was very handsome. When the Saracens had attacked I'd been sort of dating a news anchor from Channel 6 news for about three years. It'd been semi-serious, as far as it could be – I worked 70 hours a week in the lab, and he traveled and worked almost as hard and as many hours. In a way it was a match made in heaven, since neither of us demanded anything of the other more than we could give, and no one was looking to start a family. But I hadn't seen Toby for almost two years now, not in person. Oh, I saw him on TV now and then. They made him deliver propaganda and he was still delivering the news. I watched him, but felt no twinge in my heart. I think I had lost him but too much had happened and if I ever loved him that love was faded now. And here we were, alone, just the two of us. And I was lonely. It had been two years since I had been with a man, and just as long since anyone had held me. Impulsively I got up and moved over next to Robert. Slowly I lowered myself until I was sitting cross-legged next to his head. I reached out and tentatively smoothed his forehead, letting my fingers drop into his hair. His hair was black, and very curly. He kept it short-cropped, but the curls ran rampant anyway. They looked good on him. Suddenly I wanted more than anything to not be alone anymore, and to feel alive again. I wriggled down until I was stretched out next to him, and moved right up against Robert, sliding an arm around his waist from behind. I gripped him tight and buried my face in his back. I could smell his male smell and feel his chest move with each breath. When I put my head to him I felt his heart beat. I sighed deeply, and the noise must have penetrated even his heavy sleep, for I felt him shift. "Hmm? Rosa? What's wrong? Is someone here?" I heard his sleepy voice. "No, it's fine. I just didn't want to be alone." I said sheepishly. He was still for a long moment, and then he rolled over to face me, putting his arms around me in one smooth movement. "I know what you mean," he said, drawing me close. He held me tight, and I gladly curled into his arms. It really brought home how much taller than me he was; his chin rested on the top of my head, and my feet were somewhere around the vicinity of his lower calves. "If we are able to leave the planet..." "Don't think about that yet. Let's get away first." "Of course. Sorry." On a whim I craned my neck upwards and kissed the underside of his chin. He was unshaven now for two days and I felt the scratchy hair on my lips, and his warm skin. I was unsurprised to feel a well of unfulfilled desire rise up in me. I squirmed a little. "What was that for?" he said, referring to the kiss. "I just....Don't say you're sorry. You came this far with me, didn't you? Nothing to be sorry for." He was quiet for a moment, and then whispered, "Do that again." I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, and then reached up and kissed his chin again. "Like that?" "That's lovely," he whispered. "I don't recall doing anything particular to deserve it, however." "Oh, nothing much. You just turned on your own, admittedly bastardly, country, broke me out of the back of a Jeep, and fled to safety with is all." I smiled. He looked down at me for a long moment. "You are so sweet," he murmured, and then, hesitantly, shyly, he leaned down and kissed my mouth. It was brief and fleeting but his lips were so warm and so tender I could have wept. "Robert?" I whispered. He looked directly into my eyes. "Please don't tell me no." His hand came up to cup my face gently. "Have I ever told you your eyes are beautiful?" I blushed. "I don't intend to say no. I just...this is all new to me. We've been friends for forever." He smiled. "Me too. I mean, it's new to me, too. Is it bad? You're all I have, these days." "Oh, no," I said. "In fact, I think it's wonderful," and without further preamble, I kissed him back. His moment of surprise was surpassingly brief and as he returned mine, his kiss was gentle and sweet and so tender. I could almost feel the same wellspring of desire and loneliness in him as his tongue entered my mouth, needing to be closer to me, needing to be inside me. And I wanted him inside me, I realized, as my arms looped around his neck, pulling him right against me. "Robert..." "Yes, my friend?" His voice was tender and full of feeling. "We're in deep trouble, aren't we?" "Oh, so very deep." He nuzzled my neck, sending renewed shivers down my back. "Whatever are we going to do?" He lifted his head, and looked into my eyes. His hand stroked my hair back, and he smiled gently. "For the moment, I was just going to kiss you until you begged me to stop." "Uh." I blushed scarlet. I'd seen him with other women, and I knew many women found him irresistible, but this was the first time he'd ever turned the heat of those eyes directly on me. I felt like I was the only woman in the world. It's not like I wanted to protest. Instead I smiled up at him. "Do you really think I'd beg you to stop?" "Shall we find out?" he said, rolling me gently onto my back and indeed, kissing me as though there were no other cares in the world, no destroyed city outside, no armed forces looking for us. He was so gentle and loving. I'd almost forgotten what it was like, in the care and worry of our lives over the past two years. As we moved I felt his hardness against my leg and it made desire flame up inside me. I wanted to feel his naked skin against mine, and I removed my arms from his neck enough to pull my shirt up. His hands were cool on my belly as he helped me divest myself of my clothing, first pulling my shirt over my head, then letting his hand slide down to my fatigue pants. I pulled at the buttons of his shirt, and soon enough we were both clad only in our thin cotton underwear. I pushed him over on his back, straddling him. Smiling down at him, I crossed my arms over my chest and lifted the thin little undershirt I wore these days above my head. He watched me with bedroom eyes, half-lidded, and when I had tossed the shirt aside, sat up, cuddling me in his lap, to kiss first my mouth, then each nipple, then took my nipple in his mouth, drawing on it gently, He ran his thumb over the other nipple. As it stiffened under his ministrations he kissed me on the nose. "Why did we never do this in all the years we've known each other?" "Because you're a playboy," I smiled. "And honestly I never thought you were interested." "I didn't want to spoil our friendship." "I'm pretty much sure this is going to spoil our friendship." I said, grinning, and then caught at his mouth again. "Kiss me again, and talk later." "Yes, ma'am." He did so, and I slipped my hands to his shirt buttons, undoing them. I knew what we were doing was dangerous, but we were in the darkened basement, with the only light coming in through the window. Who even knew we were here? I whispered "I want to see you naked. Take these off," pulling at his jeans. We slipped away from each other long enough to strip, and soon enough we were naked in each other's arms, me in his lap again. We kissed again, hard this time, passionately, and I felt his hand drop to between my legs. I was wet already, just in anticipation, but I eagerly welcomed his long slim fingers. I was a little embarrassed that I had neither shaved nor trimmed down there in a long time, but he didn't seem to care, and as he slipped first one finger inside me then another, I closed my eyes and tipped my head back and gave myself over to him entirely, moving against him, shamelessly letting him please me. The Weston Sphere His fingers were dexterous and he moved them slowly, lovingly inside me. It felt wonderful but it wasn't enough, not by any means. I reached down and caught his hand. He looked at me and I looked at him. "Please," I whispered, "I want you inside of me." "Are you sure?" I only nodded, and he withdrew his fingers. I lifted myself until I was lined up with him and gently lowered myself onto his erect cock. I was wet and eager but it was still difficult and awkward, but I didn't care, and neither did he. He was strong, and held me up, and slowly he penetrated into me until I was sitting in his lap again, pressed firmly against him. I leaned my head against his chest - it had been a long time since I felt this full. For a moment we sat still. He held his arms around me tightly and whispered in my ear. "Rosie, my little rose, my rosie-love. I can't tell you how lonely I've been." "I know, honey," I stroked his face. "You don't have to be anymore. Love me." And he did. His movements were slow and cautious at first, widening me and letting me get used to him, slowly. We didn't forget where we were, and our gasps were quiet and pitched low, but the fire that was smoldering between us soon caught fully into flames. We moaned together and moved together, finally one, and soon our soft gasps were mingled as our sweaty bodies slid against each other. Surrounded by the ruins of our city, our planet, and our civilization, we did the best we could to forget it for a little bit. We kissed as though we could not bear to be apart, and when I finally lost control I brought him over the edge with me, too. Afterwards we lay together, awash in afterglow, my head leaning on his chest, his arms around me. No one spoke for a long time. He was the first one. "We didn't use any protection." I smiled softly. "I know." "I get checked regularly." I chuckled. "How romantic. I know, I'm not worried about that." He was quiet, again, and then, softly. "Are you worried about getting pregnant?" "I was thinking about that. It's been a long time since I've been on any form of birth control." I paused. "Strangely enough, I don't mind the idea." I craned my head back to look at him, and he smiled at me. "Neither do I." He yawned, and then his eyes widened. "Rose. Rosie. The spaceport. I bet there's ships there." "Even now? You don't think that the others took them?" "No, I bet we can find them. And what's more, I think I know where to find a pilot. I think I remember hearing the Saracens talking about pilots in the underground resistance." "They might be all gone." "We could still try." "Of course we'll try. We'll start as soon as night falls." We smiled at each other, and our lips met in a kiss.