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Elexies

Aislinn stood perfectly still, staring at the window, watching the dark figure in her yard. Her voice was stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t make a noise come out besides an odd strangled gasp. She couldn’t move, her feet felt glued to the floor. Not that she wanted to move, at least not forward. She wanted to move back, go and hide in her room with the covers over her head tightly. She wanted to shut her eyes and feel her heart stop at every noise in the house. That’s where she wanted to be, not frozen in the middle of the living room, staring out the window.

She jerked as another noise sounded and the shadow moved. Her heart was pounding loud in her ears, her stomach churning painfully. Taking a deep breath she took a step towards the window, listening to a twig snap outside and her whimper of response. The figure was standing there, in the middle of her yard, watching her. She couldn’t see them though. It was too dark to see anything. She cursed the time of month and the lack of moon. She moved closer to the window, reaching out to touch the glass. It was freezing beneath her hand, and slick. She realized she was sweating and felt awfully clammy. Licking her lips she slowly worked the window open, just a bit, pushing it out. Taking a deep breath she leaned forward, calling to the person.

“Who is it?”

She felt moronic. This was like a horror movie. Who calls out to the bad guy except the idiots in the horror movies? She should run and grab the phone and call the police. What if he broke the telephone lines though? Could he do that? Her body jerked in the direction of the phone but she closed her eyes tight, forcing herself to stay.

“Aislinn!”

She flushed, opening the window fully at Marcus’s voice. Damn, he’d scared her. She leaned out the window looking out into the dark at the figure. It walked forward and Marcus took form as the light fell on him. He looked devilishly handsome in the darkness for a moment, like some ethereal creature that had come to take her away to some little fantasy world. Course, it didn’t last long. He stepped into the light, and suddenly he was her safe and wonderful Marcus.

“What’s wrong?” he frowned, looking up at her. She sighed heavily, leaning forward heavily, chuckling some.

“You scared me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Are you busy tonight?” he held out his hand to her and she took it, kissing his knuckles gently. Marcus was a tall, lanky boy. He was blond haired and blue eyed with a devil-may-care sort of smile. He had a big, hawk like nose that Aislinn often teased him for. It was the only physical flaw she could really find on him. He chuckled, bringing her hand towards him and kissing her fingertips.

“I’m not busy.”

“Come out and spend the night with me?” he pouted cutely.

“I should wait for Dad.”

“He wont be home until late, you know that. Come on, Aislinn!” He kissed her fingertips again, gazing up at her with that magnificent smile of his. “I’ll take you down to the river and we’ll gaze up at the stars, cuddled tightly together.”

“It’s cold outside, and dark.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

Aislinn sighed, looking back into the house. Dad wouldn’t be home until very late and she knew that. He wouldn’t miss her if she went out with Marcus for a while. Nipping her lower lip she chuckled and pulled back.

“Let me write him a note and I’ll be out in just a second.”

Marcus let out a cheer and went to spinning circles about her backyard, singing. She rolled her eye, grabbing a sheet of paper in the kitchen and jotting down a quick letter to her father. A simple: ‘Out with Marcus, be back before midnight. Love, Aislinn’ would do for him. She’d probably be home long before him, but it never hurt to be safe. She turned off a few of the lights in the house, and then met Marcus outside. He was still spinning, still grinning and still singing. He went towards her when he saw her but stumbled over himself, falling to the ground in a dizzy and attractive sort of mess. She laughed, leaning over to help him up but he pulled her down, rolling about in the cold grass with her.

“L is for the way you look at me! O is for the only one I see! V is very, very extraordinary…” he cried loudly, knowing well enough he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. Aislinn laughed, rolling on top of him and kissing him softly. He sighed, relaxing beneath her. His lips were soft beneath her own, slightly wet and still warm. He trailed his fingers through her hair gently, holding her close to him. She pulled back when he started laughing beneath her, trembling with the action.

“Something funny about the way I kiss?” she frowned, crossing her arms atop him, relaxing.

“No, I was just thinking how very interesting it’d be if you’re dad happened to come home and see us preoccupied in his backyard,” he grinned, wiggling his brows at her suggestively. She laughed, hitting his chest playfully, sitting up.

“You’re awful!” she cried, pulling off him.

“What do you mean? I was talking about us being in the middle of an intelligent and well-mannered debate, not making out. Aislinn you get your mind out of the gutter this instant!” he cried, taking on a very motherly tone. He stood, hands on his hips, glowering down at her. “What would Marcus say if he knew all you were thinking about was taking advantage of his appealing, sexy body?” Aislinn laughed, standing and brushing off her rump.

“You’re terrible, Marcus,” she chuckled. He smiled at her, wrapping his arms about her tightly, gazing down at her.

“Shh,” he hushed her gently, leaning down to catch her lips with his own smoothly and lovingly. She melted in his arms, allowing him to support her and hold her close to his warm body. Very slowly he pulled back, smiling. “Not as terrible as I’ll be when I’ve got you all alone beside the river,” he winked.

“Well then, do take me to the river.”

Karayan watched quietly, intensely as the other male appeared. It was a narrow, wiry looking thing, attractive in a weak sort of way. It was the kind of male that was not frequent on Mercury. They were made strong and hard, this one looked fairly supple but fast. He was new, but nothing more, and Karayan felt he’d have no troubles on this planet if all the males were the same.

The female, well, she was all together fascinating to him. He’d only known the last female but this girl was so very different from the wretched, Mercurian, beast of a woman. She looked sweet and soft, her skin pale as could be and her hair a rich reddish color and fell in gentle waves about her face and down her back. Beneath the large and bulky top there looked to be soft and full breasts, and her hips were round and swayed with her steps, frightened steps though they were. She wore large spectacles that she pushed up her nose now and then, and her hands looked so small and delicate.

He was so curious, and he crept closer despite himself, watching thoughtfully as her shy voice traded conversation with the male. It was a language he did not know, smoother flowing than the guttural Mercurian. It struck him odd when the male started spinning about in circles, singing loudly and poorly. He adjusted, growing tense as the female walked out of her home, covered in foreign looking clothes. He could see her better now, her cute petit figure, the way she moved and acted.

There was something between her and the male, he could tell that right off. The way they spoke to each other and rolled about. He’d never seen the sort of behavior, not between the males at least. Oh, he’d seen his share of bouts of lust and he’d had his share of bouts of lust too, but never something so—affectionate? It had to be the word. Affection. He wouldn’t have known about it if Artaxiad hadn’t been so gentle with him his first time romping.

They were walking into the forest now, and Karayan’s mind began to race. He wanted that girl. He wanted her on the ship with him and he wanted to study every inch of her little body. He wanted to touch her and he wanted her to touch him in return. How he would separate her from the male he didn’t know though. He sighed heavily, pressing himself tight behind a tree as the two walked past him, not three feet away.

It struck him suddenly. Eartheans couldn’t see well in the dark. It made perfect sense; the planet rotated so much it switched from dark to light frequently. On Mercury it was frequently either day or night, their eyes had grown adjusted to heavy darkness and light. He could see them perfectly and they barely even knew what was a foot in front of them. He licked his lips, moving after them then, slowly and carefully. He’d separate them easily enough and all it took was just a bit of work on his part, some silence. He worked his way around the couple, listening to them talk gently to each other, needing the noise. When he was far enough from them, he grabbed a branch and snapped it off the tree. They both froze, both looking towards the noise sharply. It was a primal reaction when they both crouched close to each other, clinging.

“W-what was that?” the female’s voice was soft, a tremor.

“Probably just a ‘coon or something.”

“Maybe we should just watch a movie at home.”

“No, here, I’ll go look. Will that make you feel better, silly?” he leaned over and kissed her brow before pulling from her. She whimpered, reaching for his hand but he was instantly lost in the darkness to her.

“No, Marcus, come back,” she gasped, frozen where she stood. “I’m afraid of the dark, Marcus, please!”

“I’ll be right there, calm down, Aislinn,” he glanced back towards her, though he saw nothing in the dense and shaded forest. Karayan moved near him, allowing the two to pass words that were lost on him. When he struck, the blow it was quiet and firm and the reaction was instantaneous. The male fell back and Karayan caught him, carefully placing his body on the ground without a noise. Swiftly he moved towards the girl, licking his lips as she stood there, arms tight about herself. He allowed his feet to crunch in the leaves and she smiled a bit.

“Marcus?” she whispered, holding out her hand a bit. He stood there, not two feet away from her and she couldn’t tell it was not her male companion, so dark was it. He stared at her hand, slowly reaching forward and taking it in his own. It was small compared to his hand, the fingers delicate and sweet. He licked his lips nervously. Where there hands touched he felt his skin tingle and grow warm. He leaned forward, mimicking the male and brushing her fingertips along his lips, feeling the skin beneath his lips and smiling only more. She laughed gently, taking a step forward towards him. He took one step back, towards the ship, but kept hold on her hand. “Marcus?” she frowned. “Talk to me—”

“Shh.”

He mimicked the male again, smiling as she fell silent, but she was grinning as well. It was a wry grin and she laughed a bit, following him at the distance as he pulled her towards the ship. She moved a bit closer toward him, holding out her other hand, wanting to find her way into the crook of his arm like she did her former companion. He took hold of that hand with his free one, lacing their fingers together and guiding her with their arms distancing them from each other. She laughed once more and gave up. It was silent between them for the while, him checking back now and then to make sure he was heading the right way. He could just see the ship between the trees before she stopped, refusing to go a step further no matter how much he pulled. He sighed, looking down at her, trying to give her another light tug. She looked confused.

“Marcus, we’re going the wrong way. We should’ve been at the river by now.”

“Shh.”

“Don’t shush me! What’s going on?” she snapped, moving forward determinedly. He’d angered her somehow, and he frowned. He couldn’t stop her as she pushed herself closer to him, bumping into his chest. She was shorter than him, much shorter. She barely reached his neck from their distance and she froze, looking very bewildered for a moment. He watched as a slight look of panic and bafflement crept onto her lovely face. She pulled her hands from his, trembling. He felt heat rush through him as she touched his bare chest with those small hands of hers, feeling the muscle and the scars, and then jerked away from him as if burnt, crying out angrily.

“Where’s Marcus?”

She was moving from him quickly, a desperate and frightened pace. He moved forward, grabbing her as she turned to run. His arms went about her body as he held her tight against him. She was screaming now and Karayan snarled irritably, placing his hand over her mouth. She thrashed in his arms for all she was worth, shaking her head and sobbing. This was not what he’d been hoping for. He’d rather hoped she’d be placid and willing, but he couldn’t thinks of words to explain the situation or why he was taking her away. He didn’t know her language, so all he could do was yell at her despite the language barrier.

“Be quiet! You foolish girl, be quiet! Calm down and this will be much easier for you, stop already!” he growled, giving her a jerk. He hefted her over his shoulder, moving faster though the woods now towards the ship. He didn’t know if others would be around or if they might help her, he didn’t want to cause any mayhem on this planet. She was kicking wildly and beating on his back, yelling at him. As they drew nearer the ship the light became greater and he stopped outside it, reaching into his boot and pulling out a syringe. He’d have to adjust both of them to the climate in the ship, hopefully only half of the serum each would help. He kicked the door, watching as it opened and stepped inside the main chamber. Quickly he adjusted her on his shoulder and worked the large top up a bit, jabbing the syringe into her lower back, eyeing her rump thoughtfully. She screamed and went still, a sob escaping her throat.

“Stop it!” she cried. “Stop it, please!”

He allowed her to fall to the ground as the climate in the chamber began to change. She curled up in a corner of the chamber, clinging and rocking herself, weeping like a child. He fell back against the wall, slipping the ground. He injected himself with the last of the serum, sighing as he felt his body adjust with the chamber, and no problems arose for both of them. He watched her quietly as she rocked herself and cried, trembling. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, sighing heavily. That had been an odd rush indeed. He was just pleased he’d gotten her in the ship and hadn’t run into any problems outside. He had her now, he could look at her and study her, touch her more. The thought made his heart race and he eyed the female inquisitively. She was still a mess, still upset.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke lightly, studying her.

She sniffled and looked up at him at his voice, eyes going wide at the sight of him. She pressed herself tighter against the wall, a scream catching up in her throat. He frowned irritably,

“W-what the hell?” her voice was weak, easing along tears. The words were still foreign to him. He had to put the translator in her still, he remembered. She was clawing against the corner, staring at him with terror-crazed eyes. He stood, making his way towards her. She curled into a ball, covering herself and bawling. He didn’t know what to do to make her calm down and be quiet and he felt frustrated. Leaning closer to her the scent of fear was heavy on her, and he inhaled it for a moment. It was a potent scent, mingling with her panic and sweat. She closed her eyes tightly as he drew nearer to her, shying away from him.

“Don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

He sighed irritably, reaching out gently as he could and wrapping his arms about her. Every muscle became tense and she inhaled sharply, looking up at him with her dark eyes full of fear. He tried to think of something that would sooth her, so he took her hand, brushing the knuckles along his lips. The female whimpered softly as he touched her, but no more. He continued to kiss her knuckles, her fingertips, everything the male had done that had made her happy.

“Shh. No more tears.”

She calmed a bit but continued to tremble like mad. A shaking hand reached up and touched his horns. The touch surprised him and he let her investigate, feeling the soft tremors of her hand brushing his horn. Then his ears were inspected, the points stroked sweetly along with the ravaged skin of his lobes. She leaned around him a bit, staring at his tails. He carefully trailed his fingers through her tangled hair, leaning forward to bury his nose in it. Her hair was soft and smelled rather sweet. She leaned closer to him, curling against his chest some.

“There we go,” he grinned, slowly standing. He helped her to her feet, but her knees buckled and she didn’t seem to want to stand. She went to curl up in the corner again but he pulled her up and against him. Her eyes were still frightened as could be and he sighed, brushing some tears from her eyes. It felt so very nice having her body against his though and he savored the sensation a bit. This was a female body. He could feel her breasts through the odd clothes, their rise and fall and their softness. She was gentle and warm, darling against his body and lovely to look at. It did not want to pull her away from him. He wanted more of her against him, to fell the rest of her skin all along his body. He sighed and carefully he picked her up and cradled her against his body, making his way onto the bridge.