Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
JaCalsGal:
Oh oh oh....More please ahhH!! Great story!
Mandie:
She could feel his eyes on her, but every time she looked in his direction, he was looking away. Perhaps he did like her more than he claimed? On one hand, she wished that she wasn’t in so much danger, so that they could explore these odd feelings. On the other hand, if she wasn’t in danger, they would have gone their separate ways and never though of each other again. No, that wasn’t true. Mael refused to lie to herself, at least. From the first minute she had laid eyes on him, she had felt something extraordinary. She would have remembered him, even without this time together. Now, though, she had to decide how to handle this opportunity that fate had handed her. Would she let it pass her by, remaining safe, comfortable, and well, boring? Or would she grab on with both hands, letting, whatever, happen? A quandary she just couldn’t answer. Not now, she was just too tired.
Exhaustion overwhelmed her. She climbed onto the bed, the cool sheets caressing her skin. It had been so long since she had slept in a bed, and she had forgotten how comfortable it could be. Curling up on her side, she pulled the blanket up around her shoulders. Jowil smiled as he tucked her in.
“I’m going to go take a shower. You’ll be safe here. If you need me, though, just call.” Mael grunted in response, and Jowil smiled again. There was something about her. Something strangely familiar. He had to physically restrain himself from brushing his lips against hers. Turning away, he decided that his shower would be cold.
Two pairs of eyes shone through the inky blackness. Squatting on the deserted street, on of the hulking forms leaned over to smell the cooling pavement, while the other used his eyes to detect any heat signatures.
P’klan straightened, his sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “They came this way.” His low growl echoed through the stillness of the night. “We will find them soon, and this time they will not escape.”
P’klar was the older of the two, and despised humbling himself to work for these humans. P’klan kept reassuring him that it was all worth it, but he was still not sure. “Are you sure your nose is not misleading you? None of these houses have residents. We have reached the ‘Dead Zone.’ No human would risk staying here.”
The other alien laughed. “First, my nose never misleads me. Second, not everyone is as superstitious as most humans tend to be. Third, this is no normal human we are chasing. The male probably knows the truth about this place.” The truth being that aliens had killed the humans in this area, not some mysterious disease.
P’klar nodded. “This is true.” He turned his head, his eyes searching through the darkness for the distinctive red splotches that signified humans. No luck, yet. He was sure they would find her, then kill her. But for what? More human money to be stashed away at home. Always more money, but never enough to get them off this accursed planet. He wanted to go back to the home planet, but that didn’t seem likely. It was time for a change. An idea filtered into his brain. Looking up at the moon, he let out a loud howl.
P’klan looked up at his brother, a confused look on his face. “What is it, my brother?” As the other alien looked back down, P’klan noticed the gleam in his eyes. Something crucial had occurred. He smiled and repeated his question. “What has happened?”
P’klar grinned. “What if we capture her, rather than kill her? At least not right away. Mistress will pay extra money to see her dead.” P’klan grinned back. Yes they could capture their quarry, then kill her. He cracked his knuckles. He was going to enjoy this.
After his shower, Jowil programed his pj bottoms to appear before walking down the hall. As he entered the bedroom, he heard Mael snoring softly. He chuckled as he crawled into bed next to her. Closing his eyes, he burrowed under the covers. A warm hand slid over his taut stomach. His eyes flew open and he watched Mael slide closer to him, her arms and legs embracing his.
He held his breath, wondering where she would touch him next. Moaning, she snuggled closer, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder. Her hands brushed across his nipples, and his semi-hard erection painfully hardened even more. He longed to bury himself in her heat, but somehow managed to lay still. Turning his head, he kissed her forehead, then he closed his eyes. Sleep came, but not quickly.
Warmth surrounded Mael as she regained consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open. Soft sunlight filtered into the room through a small window high on the wall. Mael blinked as she slowly realized she was wrapped around Jowil’s warm body. Surprisingly, she didn’t want to pull away. Running her hands across his chest, she rubbed the crisp hair sprinkling his skin. To her delight, she found one of his nipples, and she playfully flicked at it. Her bed partner groaned, and Mael froze. His breathing remained slow and deep, so her fingers resumed exploring his bare chest.
He had been awake for nearly as long as she had, but he was able to control his breathing so she wouldn’t know. Truthfully, he was enjoying the feeling of her fingers dancing across his skin. His hands clenched into fists as he tried not to touch her back. As her palm caressed his nipple once more, he lost the fight. With an animalistic growl, he rolled over and pinned her beneath his body. “Good morning, Mael.”
Sorry for the long time between updates. My muse is being stubborn. I have two more chapter prepared, though. I would love your insight. Should Joe die, or just be punished in the end?
kim:
I say kill that trader Joe
Jagerjaques:
Oh, good update, Mandie! I say, give Joe to the aliens!
ladyrose:
hah hah i love this. Kill joe! mwuhahahahah.
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