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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,045
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Don't Get Carried Away, Act 1
(c)2005 by Josh Cohen. May not be reprinted, except for personal use.
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DON\'T GET CARRIED AWAY
A/N: The following is a scene that probably will not appear in a piece of serious sci-fi/fantasy I’m working on. It’s the first time that two of my main characters, Jason (Pariah) and Dina (Silk), have sex. Because the scenes wouldn’t really flow as they should, I’m going to keep them out of the finished product, but sometimes you just feel the urge to write them anyway.
Pariah and Silk are “superheroes” of a sort. Pariah has sort of an internal power from which to draw; he can create some sort of energy blast that no one understands, something that strengthens his attack and defense. Silk is extremely fast – think Dash in The Incredibles. The Base – where they live – is run by a man named Barrows who has done some pretty horrible things to some of these young people. Dina was the object of his affection for a short while.
Since the characters have already been introduced, I’ll give you some appearance info so I don’t have to do it later: Jason is a little taller than six feet tall, and Dina is five-six and slender. Both of them are in very good shape, thanks to the quasimilitary training programs they’re in. Jason has short brown hair and pale blue eyes; Dina’s hair is also brown, but it drops below her shoulders – she puts it up in a bun when she’s training – and her eyes are a darker brown. Jason is pale, while Dina has sort of a natural tan.
The scene begins when both characters are 17. If this is a problem for you, please stop reading now.
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Pariah
It had been a long day, and tiredness had been the order of the evening at dinner. Jason and the rest of his Unarmed Combat class had run a live-fighting drill, dropped with only the supplies they thought they needed onto Alcatraz Island, and forced to fight their way out.
Jason hadn’t suffered any damage that wouldn’t heal; a few cuts, a few bruises, a slightly strained right knee. But one of the girls in the class had to be carried out, two bones in her leg broken completely apart, and one of the guys was airlifted before the exercise even ended, unconscious and barely breathing after a particularly savage blow to the chest.
But he never regretted taking Unarmed Combat. In the past couple of years, Jason had learned how to control his movements as precisely as a finely-machined watch, and there were few fighting styles he could not counter with one of his own. And if all else failed, he had his power.
After all this time, he still didn’t know where it came from or how it worked. All he could do was control when it came and when it went. It was always just enough to escape the situation, or defeat the opponent. It didn’t even take anything out of him, not nearly as tiring as actual fighting.
Which was why he nearly fell into his meal several times. Not that he would’ve wanted meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and broccoli all over his face, but when he was this tired, it was hard to even concentrate on dinner itself.
These days, Jason normally ate with Dina, the two of them puzzling out intricate mathematical problems or logic situations, or reviewing information for one of their upcoming exams. While they did have a few classes together – Jason wasn’t quite as intelligent as Dina; in fact, he was often more intuitive than she, even if her grades were nearly always higher than his – their specialties, which took up most of their time, were completely different. Jason was in Unarmed Combat and Communication Systems, while Dina had opted for Bodyguarding and Protection along with Social Behavior and Reaction. Of course, before their adventure in the restricted room, Bodyguarding and Protection had been Advanced Computer Programming; now, she wasn’t allowed to do anything with computers beyond the basic uses most students were permitted. Still, despite their grueling courseloads, they managed to meet for the evening meal most nights.
Tonight, though, Dina was nowhere to be found. Jason often received good-natured (and occasionally bad-natured) jibes from his fellow students about the way they doted on each other, but since Dina wasn’t around, his friends kept asking after her. “Is she all right?” He didn’t know. “Is she on a mission?” Maybe. “Is she mad at you?” I hope not. The questions and answers followed him from his table to the kitchen, where he deposited his half-eaten meal in the disposal bin and took a liter bottle of water out of the refrigerator. They followed him from the kitchen to the hallways of LQ4 as he made his way back to his room. The phone rang a couple of times; people looking for Dina, people who knew she spent a lot of her time there before curfew.
He didn’t know where she was. And he was so tired he almost couldn’t care. He made a halfhearted attempt to write a little more of an essay on the impact of modem communication in intelligence work, but after a couple of sentences, couldn’t bring himself to produce any more. He just pushed himself to his feet, stumbled to his bed, and fell across it, fully clothed, door half-open, lights on.
And that was how Dina found him, five hours later.
Jason was jolted out of sleep by a hand gently pushing at his shoulder. “Jason? You okay?”
There was an answering mumble, vaguely affirmative.
“I heard about what happened in Alcatraz. I’m glad you’re all right.”
He tried to pull himself up, onto his side, but couldn’t muster the strength just yet amidst the growing aches from the day’s battles. Dina helped him, carefully rolling him upward a bit, then sitting on the bed next to him.
“Oh. Hey.” His voice was soft, papery. “What time is it?”
Dina pressed the button on her watch that lit the face. “A little past eleven. I came as soon as I could. They had us out doing catch-and-release today, up in Denver. We were supposed to spend the entire day there, picking out and quietly catching operatives who were out to cause trouble. We had to do it based only on the way they acted. Then Miss Ferrell took us to dinner.” Miss Ferrell was Katherine Ferrell, the SBR teacher, a retired CIA agent in her early fifties. “I just got back, took a shower, and came to see you.”
“Thanks.” Through her monologue, Jason managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, and Dina hitched herself the rest of the way onto the bed, sitting cross-legged style. “I must’ve knocked off as soon as I got back here. Didn’t even get out of my gear.”
“I can tell.” She inhaled. “You’re still kind of stinky, too.”
Jason sniffed. “I guess I am. Probably should grab a shower. As long as Andrew’s not in there.” Andrew, Jason’s bathroom-mate, was fifteen and a little too enamored with the rules. It would be best if he didn’t find out that Dina was in Jason’s room.
Dina stood up and moved out of Jason’s way, watching him roll off the bed and get unsteadily to his feet. She was at his side in an instant, holding him up. “Don’t rush it,” she said. “You were in a lot of fights today.”
“It’s not that,” he told her. “I pulled my knee. I’m going to be limping for a day or two, I guess.”
“Sucks,” she said. “Do you need any help?”
“I don’t think so. Do you want to hang out here while I’m in there, or should I come back to your place afterward?”
“I’ll wait.” She sat down at his desk and clicked the lamp to its lowest setting. “Practice reading your handwriting.”
They both laughed, and Jason turned to go into the bathroom.
“Hey,” she said, and he looked back at her face, serious and honest in the low light. “I’m glad you’re all right.”
“Me too. Back in a few.” Jason closed the door behind himself, and only then did Dina allow herself to cry.
Silk
Having spent the past thirteen years here at the Base, Dina wasn’t one hundred percent certain, but she had a pretty good idea of what she was feeling for Jason.
Love.
It had been a persistent little ache in the back of her mind ever since that day in Barrows’s office, when he’d told her, disgusted, that their meetings were over. Jason had told her what he’d done, how he’d warned Barrows to stay away or else, how he’d actually managed to knock the tall man off his feet.
It had become a warmth flushing through her chest every time she saw him walk in the door to the dining room, or his face through the small window on her door, or the way he slouched in his chair in class and argued with the teachers.
It had once been a fleeting pull in her lower stomach when she’d walked in on him unexpectedly in nothing but a towel over his shoulders, and then blushed hotly and scampered away. That particular image had stuck with her for a long, long time.
It had transformed into a pull, an ache in her heart every time she heard he’d been out on a dangerous mission, or if he’d managed to get himself into trouble with the teachers. Or worse, with Barrows, who seemed to have it in for him.
It had deepened, from friendship into something more powerful. There were times she could almost feel it coming back from him.
It had never been acted upon. Neither of them were anything more than friends.
It had come to her attention that it might be time to change that.
Pariah
The shower was a substantial bit of help. After drying off, Jason pulled on a pair of sweat-pants and a t-shirt hanging on the hook behind the door to his room, then hung his towel on the rack, bundled up his clothes, and returned to his bedroom.
Dina was still there, still sitting at his desk, half-lit by the small puddle of illumination cast by the desk lamp. She looked up; he smiled at her, and she smiled back. But when he went to the laundry bin, she followed him, and when he turned around, she was there.
“What is it?” he asked.
She didn’t respond, just threw her arms around him and squeezed herself against his body.
After the initial surprise, he let his arms go around her shoulders, holding her.
It became obvious to him after a few moments that Dina was crying. “What’s wrong, Dee?” he asked, trying to tilt her head upward, trying to get her to look at him. “Did something happen?”
“No,” she sobbed, face still pressed to his chest. “Nothing like that. I was just scared something happened to you. Johnny’s brother was with me at the SBR thing and he got the call. I was afraid it was you.”
“Come on, Dina. You know me better than that. I know how to fight, and I know when to run. Rick hadn’t learned that lesson yet.” He tentatively tried rubbing her shoulders, but she didn’t respond. “They got him to the medical building, and trust me, if they could fix you, all those years ago, they can definitely fix him.”
“I know.” Dina finally looked up at Jason, tears in her eyes. “I shouldn’t be so worried about this. But I care about you. You’re my friend. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Nothing will happen to me.”
“I hope not.” Then she reached up, her hand on the back of his neck – it made his heart jump, just a little – and tugged him downward.
The kiss – the first one he cared to think about, anyway, the first one not stolen or fought for or bet against – was one to remember.
Silk
Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.
Pariah
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jason asked her, eyes locked on hers.
“Absolutely.” Dina’s face was serene, placid. “I absolutely want to do this with you.”
Another kiss.
“Is this your first time?”
“The first time I’d care to think about.” Dina closed her eyes, a strange feeling ghosting through her, the brief memory of something much worse, something she didn’t want to remember.
Especially not now. Especially not with Jason right here. Especially not with what was about to happen.
Especially since she was about to tell him.
“Jason?”
“Yeah, Dina?”
She took a deep breath. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Dina smiled up at him.
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A/N: LQ4 is the building where Dina and Jason are both quartered. It stands for \"Living Quarters, Building 4\". Exciting, I know.
Sex will suffuse Chapters 2 through 4. Trust me on this.
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DON\'T GET CARRIED AWAY
A/N: The following is a scene that probably will not appear in a piece of serious sci-fi/fantasy I’m working on. It’s the first time that two of my main characters, Jason (Pariah) and Dina (Silk), have sex. Because the scenes wouldn’t really flow as they should, I’m going to keep them out of the finished product, but sometimes you just feel the urge to write them anyway.
Pariah and Silk are “superheroes” of a sort. Pariah has sort of an internal power from which to draw; he can create some sort of energy blast that no one understands, something that strengthens his attack and defense. Silk is extremely fast – think Dash in The Incredibles. The Base – where they live – is run by a man named Barrows who has done some pretty horrible things to some of these young people. Dina was the object of his affection for a short while.
Since the characters have already been introduced, I’ll give you some appearance info so I don’t have to do it later: Jason is a little taller than six feet tall, and Dina is five-six and slender. Both of them are in very good shape, thanks to the quasimilitary training programs they’re in. Jason has short brown hair and pale blue eyes; Dina’s hair is also brown, but it drops below her shoulders – she puts it up in a bun when she’s training – and her eyes are a darker brown. Jason is pale, while Dina has sort of a natural tan.
The scene begins when both characters are 17. If this is a problem for you, please stop reading now.
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Pariah
It had been a long day, and tiredness had been the order of the evening at dinner. Jason and the rest of his Unarmed Combat class had run a live-fighting drill, dropped with only the supplies they thought they needed onto Alcatraz Island, and forced to fight their way out.
Jason hadn’t suffered any damage that wouldn’t heal; a few cuts, a few bruises, a slightly strained right knee. But one of the girls in the class had to be carried out, two bones in her leg broken completely apart, and one of the guys was airlifted before the exercise even ended, unconscious and barely breathing after a particularly savage blow to the chest.
But he never regretted taking Unarmed Combat. In the past couple of years, Jason had learned how to control his movements as precisely as a finely-machined watch, and there were few fighting styles he could not counter with one of his own. And if all else failed, he had his power.
After all this time, he still didn’t know where it came from or how it worked. All he could do was control when it came and when it went. It was always just enough to escape the situation, or defeat the opponent. It didn’t even take anything out of him, not nearly as tiring as actual fighting.
Which was why he nearly fell into his meal several times. Not that he would’ve wanted meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and broccoli all over his face, but when he was this tired, it was hard to even concentrate on dinner itself.
These days, Jason normally ate with Dina, the two of them puzzling out intricate mathematical problems or logic situations, or reviewing information for one of their upcoming exams. While they did have a few classes together – Jason wasn’t quite as intelligent as Dina; in fact, he was often more intuitive than she, even if her grades were nearly always higher than his – their specialties, which took up most of their time, were completely different. Jason was in Unarmed Combat and Communication Systems, while Dina had opted for Bodyguarding and Protection along with Social Behavior and Reaction. Of course, before their adventure in the restricted room, Bodyguarding and Protection had been Advanced Computer Programming; now, she wasn’t allowed to do anything with computers beyond the basic uses most students were permitted. Still, despite their grueling courseloads, they managed to meet for the evening meal most nights.
Tonight, though, Dina was nowhere to be found. Jason often received good-natured (and occasionally bad-natured) jibes from his fellow students about the way they doted on each other, but since Dina wasn’t around, his friends kept asking after her. “Is she all right?” He didn’t know. “Is she on a mission?” Maybe. “Is she mad at you?” I hope not. The questions and answers followed him from his table to the kitchen, where he deposited his half-eaten meal in the disposal bin and took a liter bottle of water out of the refrigerator. They followed him from the kitchen to the hallways of LQ4 as he made his way back to his room. The phone rang a couple of times; people looking for Dina, people who knew she spent a lot of her time there before curfew.
He didn’t know where she was. And he was so tired he almost couldn’t care. He made a halfhearted attempt to write a little more of an essay on the impact of modem communication in intelligence work, but after a couple of sentences, couldn’t bring himself to produce any more. He just pushed himself to his feet, stumbled to his bed, and fell across it, fully clothed, door half-open, lights on.
And that was how Dina found him, five hours later.
Jason was jolted out of sleep by a hand gently pushing at his shoulder. “Jason? You okay?”
There was an answering mumble, vaguely affirmative.
“I heard about what happened in Alcatraz. I’m glad you’re all right.”
He tried to pull himself up, onto his side, but couldn’t muster the strength just yet amidst the growing aches from the day’s battles. Dina helped him, carefully rolling him upward a bit, then sitting on the bed next to him.
“Oh. Hey.” His voice was soft, papery. “What time is it?”
Dina pressed the button on her watch that lit the face. “A little past eleven. I came as soon as I could. They had us out doing catch-and-release today, up in Denver. We were supposed to spend the entire day there, picking out and quietly catching operatives who were out to cause trouble. We had to do it based only on the way they acted. Then Miss Ferrell took us to dinner.” Miss Ferrell was Katherine Ferrell, the SBR teacher, a retired CIA agent in her early fifties. “I just got back, took a shower, and came to see you.”
“Thanks.” Through her monologue, Jason managed to pull himself up into a sitting position, and Dina hitched herself the rest of the way onto the bed, sitting cross-legged style. “I must’ve knocked off as soon as I got back here. Didn’t even get out of my gear.”
“I can tell.” She inhaled. “You’re still kind of stinky, too.”
Jason sniffed. “I guess I am. Probably should grab a shower. As long as Andrew’s not in there.” Andrew, Jason’s bathroom-mate, was fifteen and a little too enamored with the rules. It would be best if he didn’t find out that Dina was in Jason’s room.
Dina stood up and moved out of Jason’s way, watching him roll off the bed and get unsteadily to his feet. She was at his side in an instant, holding him up. “Don’t rush it,” she said. “You were in a lot of fights today.”
“It’s not that,” he told her. “I pulled my knee. I’m going to be limping for a day or two, I guess.”
“Sucks,” she said. “Do you need any help?”
“I don’t think so. Do you want to hang out here while I’m in there, or should I come back to your place afterward?”
“I’ll wait.” She sat down at his desk and clicked the lamp to its lowest setting. “Practice reading your handwriting.”
They both laughed, and Jason turned to go into the bathroom.
“Hey,” she said, and he looked back at her face, serious and honest in the low light. “I’m glad you’re all right.”
“Me too. Back in a few.” Jason closed the door behind himself, and only then did Dina allow herself to cry.
Silk
Having spent the past thirteen years here at the Base, Dina wasn’t one hundred percent certain, but she had a pretty good idea of what she was feeling for Jason.
Love.
It had been a persistent little ache in the back of her mind ever since that day in Barrows’s office, when he’d told her, disgusted, that their meetings were over. Jason had told her what he’d done, how he’d warned Barrows to stay away or else, how he’d actually managed to knock the tall man off his feet.
It had become a warmth flushing through her chest every time she saw him walk in the door to the dining room, or his face through the small window on her door, or the way he slouched in his chair in class and argued with the teachers.
It had once been a fleeting pull in her lower stomach when she’d walked in on him unexpectedly in nothing but a towel over his shoulders, and then blushed hotly and scampered away. That particular image had stuck with her for a long, long time.
It had transformed into a pull, an ache in her heart every time she heard he’d been out on a dangerous mission, or if he’d managed to get himself into trouble with the teachers. Or worse, with Barrows, who seemed to have it in for him.
It had deepened, from friendship into something more powerful. There were times she could almost feel it coming back from him.
It had never been acted upon. Neither of them were anything more than friends.
It had come to her attention that it might be time to change that.
Pariah
The shower was a substantial bit of help. After drying off, Jason pulled on a pair of sweat-pants and a t-shirt hanging on the hook behind the door to his room, then hung his towel on the rack, bundled up his clothes, and returned to his bedroom.
Dina was still there, still sitting at his desk, half-lit by the small puddle of illumination cast by the desk lamp. She looked up; he smiled at her, and she smiled back. But when he went to the laundry bin, she followed him, and when he turned around, she was there.
“What is it?” he asked.
She didn’t respond, just threw her arms around him and squeezed herself against his body.
After the initial surprise, he let his arms go around her shoulders, holding her.
It became obvious to him after a few moments that Dina was crying. “What’s wrong, Dee?” he asked, trying to tilt her head upward, trying to get her to look at him. “Did something happen?”
“No,” she sobbed, face still pressed to his chest. “Nothing like that. I was just scared something happened to you. Johnny’s brother was with me at the SBR thing and he got the call. I was afraid it was you.”
“Come on, Dina. You know me better than that. I know how to fight, and I know when to run. Rick hadn’t learned that lesson yet.” He tentatively tried rubbing her shoulders, but she didn’t respond. “They got him to the medical building, and trust me, if they could fix you, all those years ago, they can definitely fix him.”
“I know.” Dina finally looked up at Jason, tears in her eyes. “I shouldn’t be so worried about this. But I care about you. You’re my friend. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Nothing will happen to me.”
“I hope not.” Then she reached up, her hand on the back of his neck – it made his heart jump, just a little – and tugged him downward.
The kiss – the first one he cared to think about, anyway, the first one not stolen or fought for or bet against – was one to remember.
Silk
Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god.
Pariah
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jason asked her, eyes locked on hers.
“Absolutely.” Dina’s face was serene, placid. “I absolutely want to do this with you.”
Another kiss.
“Is this your first time?”
“The first time I’d care to think about.” Dina closed her eyes, a strange feeling ghosting through her, the brief memory of something much worse, something she didn’t want to remember.
Especially not now. Especially not with Jason right here. Especially not with what was about to happen.
Especially since she was about to tell him.
“Jason?”
“Yeah, Dina?”
She took a deep breath. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Dina smiled up at him.
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A/N: LQ4 is the building where Dina and Jason are both quartered. It stands for \"Living Quarters, Building 4\". Exciting, I know.
Sex will suffuse Chapters 2 through 4. Trust me on this.