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Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
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1,031
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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.
Step One: Getting Along
Two nights, Neva had shivered in the cold cell.
The sound of the door opening drew her attention from the wall; Musin came running towards her; “Neva! Are you all right?!” He embraced her tightly. “I’m starving,” she said, “And cold. And how did you—”
Adrian stepped further into the room, and Neva sneered. “I’m not going anywhere with him!” She flipped the Major off. Musin quickly attempted to sooth his dear friend with coos and loving pats to her head. “If you stay here, you will be put to work in the slums, or worse.” Neva squinted, gently pushing Musin aside; “I’d rather die…” The dark-haired man gave a short, quiet sigh. “Suit yourself.” He turned to leave when Musin jumped up, flailing his arms. “Wait! We’ll go! We’ll go!”
~
Libonis HighRise
~
“This is where you live?” Musin said in awe as he looked around the living room. It had a modern style, with large windows lining two walls, providing a grand view of the city. Neva stepped further into the room and placed her hand upon the sofa. This all felt really familiar. “Do you want something to drink, Neva?” She turned to face Adrian, some color coming back to her cheeks. “Yea, I guess so,” she said, “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” The Major poured a small glass of water and sat it near the edge of the table. “Why are you complaining?”
Neva pouted and took the glass in hand. She was just wary, wondering if there was some ulterior motive behind their bail. Did he take young girls into his home often? That was the sign of a creep. But he didn’t seem interested in her—not like that. “Do you live here alone?” she asked. He said nothing as he moved about the kitchen, putting things back in place.
That night, Neva tossed and turned on the sofa.
She pulled the blankets around her, whimpering softly as another bout of nightmares plagued her mind:
The woman gasped and writhed beneath him, her knees drawn up on either side; her nails scratching down his back. Her crimson hair fell around her, damp with sweat; the man attacked the nape of her neck with sharp nips, leaving his mark. Neva was captivated. She watched the muscles beneath his skin shift with every thrust. And as the woman relocated her grip, Neva noticed a tattoo situated between his shoulder blades. It was a Raven crest.
“Does she always sleep past noon?”
Musin sniggered and threw a pillow at the sleeping teenager. Neva woke up then. “What the hell?” She rubbed at her eyes, glancing to both males. Adrian felt the corner of his lips twitch; “Time to get up, lab rat,” he said, “You have work to do.” Neva gaped. “Work? You bailed me out of confinement for work?! I thought you said that’s what I’d be doing if I stayed!” The Major paused and fixed a hard stare in her direction. “My home is far nicer than the slums, I assure you.”
Neva soon found herself cleaning his abode. “There better be some kind of allowance for this,” she grumbled. Musin chuckled lightly at her musings. “It’s not so bad, Neva! At least he’s feeding us, sheltering us…” He went about mopping the floor as she proceeded to whip off the shelves, the look of pure disappointment splashed upon her face.
She then came to a lone picture. It was of a woman with long, red hair—it was the only piece colored in the monotone image.
No way…
“What are you doing?”
Neva nearly dropped the photo as Adrian voiced his concern. “I’m... What’s it look like I’m doing!?” The Major took the picture from her grasp and sat it back on the shelf. After a brief moment of silence, Neva went back to wiping down the surfaces. “Who is she?” she inquired softly.
“My wife…”
“She’s pretty… She doesn’t live with you?”
“She’s dead.”
Adrian finished securing his trench. “I have to go. I trust you two will not destroy my home while I’m away?” Musin beamed. “We’ll have this place in working order for when you return!” The Major nodded and took his weapon, slipping it over his shoulder. He glanced at Neva one last time before leaving the condo.
The Gaian approached his friend. “Neva? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”
“I think I have, Musin…”
Author Notes: I thought about writing out that sex scene separately from the story… But I make no promises.
The sound of the door opening drew her attention from the wall; Musin came running towards her; “Neva! Are you all right?!” He embraced her tightly. “I’m starving,” she said, “And cold. And how did you—”
Adrian stepped further into the room, and Neva sneered. “I’m not going anywhere with him!” She flipped the Major off. Musin quickly attempted to sooth his dear friend with coos and loving pats to her head. “If you stay here, you will be put to work in the slums, or worse.” Neva squinted, gently pushing Musin aside; “I’d rather die…” The dark-haired man gave a short, quiet sigh. “Suit yourself.” He turned to leave when Musin jumped up, flailing his arms. “Wait! We’ll go! We’ll go!”
Libonis HighRise
~
“This is where you live?” Musin said in awe as he looked around the living room. It had a modern style, with large windows lining two walls, providing a grand view of the city. Neva stepped further into the room and placed her hand upon the sofa. This all felt really familiar. “Do you want something to drink, Neva?” She turned to face Adrian, some color coming back to her cheeks. “Yea, I guess so,” she said, “Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” The Major poured a small glass of water and sat it near the edge of the table. “Why are you complaining?”
Neva pouted and took the glass in hand. She was just wary, wondering if there was some ulterior motive behind their bail. Did he take young girls into his home often? That was the sign of a creep. But he didn’t seem interested in her—not like that. “Do you live here alone?” she asked. He said nothing as he moved about the kitchen, putting things back in place.
That night, Neva tossed and turned on the sofa.
She pulled the blankets around her, whimpering softly as another bout of nightmares plagued her mind:
The woman gasped and writhed beneath him, her knees drawn up on either side; her nails scratching down his back. Her crimson hair fell around her, damp with sweat; the man attacked the nape of her neck with sharp nips, leaving his mark. Neva was captivated. She watched the muscles beneath his skin shift with every thrust. And as the woman relocated her grip, Neva noticed a tattoo situated between his shoulder blades. It was a Raven crest.
“Does she always sleep past noon?”
Musin sniggered and threw a pillow at the sleeping teenager. Neva woke up then. “What the hell?” She rubbed at her eyes, glancing to both males. Adrian felt the corner of his lips twitch; “Time to get up, lab rat,” he said, “You have work to do.” Neva gaped. “Work? You bailed me out of confinement for work?! I thought you said that’s what I’d be doing if I stayed!” The Major paused and fixed a hard stare in her direction. “My home is far nicer than the slums, I assure you.”
Neva soon found herself cleaning his abode. “There better be some kind of allowance for this,” she grumbled. Musin chuckled lightly at her musings. “It’s not so bad, Neva! At least he’s feeding us, sheltering us…” He went about mopping the floor as she proceeded to whip off the shelves, the look of pure disappointment splashed upon her face.
She then came to a lone picture. It was of a woman with long, red hair—it was the only piece colored in the monotone image.
No way…
“What are you doing?”
Neva nearly dropped the photo as Adrian voiced his concern. “I’m... What’s it look like I’m doing!?” The Major took the picture from her grasp and sat it back on the shelf. After a brief moment of silence, Neva went back to wiping down the surfaces. “Who is she?” she inquired softly.
“My wife…”
“She’s pretty… She doesn’t live with you?”
“She’s dead.”
Adrian finished securing his trench. “I have to go. I trust you two will not destroy my home while I’m away?” Musin beamed. “We’ll have this place in working order for when you return!” The Major nodded and took his weapon, slipping it over his shoulder. He glanced at Neva one last time before leaving the condo.
The Gaian approached his friend. “Neva? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”
“I think I have, Musin…”
Author Notes: I thought about writing out that sex scene separately from the story… But I make no promises.