Any 2 People In The World

Ayrfen slid back down to her feet as the music from her dance disc ended. She was almost happy, in only the way that endless exertion could make her. An orphan from before her birth, extracted from the womb of her dead mother at the scene of a car accident, she had not known the love of a family until she was fourteen and far to old to really be able to properly receive it any more. She honored the ones who had taken her in, and had called her by the given name Aliah, that the orphanage nurse had given her, but still when the time came she changed her name to something she herself made up.

She had proved that by genius alone what she could accomplish. Taking all the right tests and producing all the right results in her school grades had earned her a place at the auspicious Hanover Tech School.
At sixteen she had graduated when most teens were still struggling to pass their drivers test. Now at twenty one she was old enough to do as she pleased and had left the country of her birth for a land far to the east. Japan was a place filled with history and culture, and a place where emotional reserve like that which she possessed wasn’t seen as strange or odd, but instead was respected as a example of good discipline.

With her technical genius and impressive list of accomplishments, the young engineer was quickly hired by one of the top firms in her new home nation. Now she lived in an apartment high above the noisy streets where she could play her music loud and dance in peace without worrying about the shades being drawn or the blinds having to be closed. Or so she thought. Little did she know that for the last seven weeks she had been being watched and tonight was the night her watcher decided to move in and achieve the objective for which he had been employed.

He stood in the shadowy hall of her apartment and watched from up close the dance he had observed every night for as long as he had been watching her. He slept only when she did and after learning that she slept and woke the same on weekends and week days he had, feeling relieved, camped out in his tiny blind. Now the night owl so much like himself in nature and origins was awake and he was going to claim the prize of her latest work today.

The other prize he wished to have for himself might be beyond his reach but he would not place it completely beyond the realm of possibility. She was cold as he was, inside and out, and yet she possessed a warmth of flesh he longed to touch. Maybe if he was gentle with her she might let him have what he wanted.
He waited to attack until her dance had ended and she was weary from her euphoria seeking exercises. The lasso he had formed from the slender but strong climbing rope made a perfect snare that caught her easily around her shoulders and slipped down to near her waste with a tug so that he could reel her in.

He was careful to pull just slow enough that her flesh where exposed would not suffer from carpet burns. Yet he pulled her in fast enough that her normally fast reflexes could not respond in time to free her from her bindings. She looked up at him from the floor, speculative rather then angry or fearful. Was he a prowler seeking to rob her of anything of value? Was he a murderer intent on raping and killing her? She ran through the many scenarios of what his possible purpose for the attack could be in seconds. Had she been trained to do so she could not have done the analyses any faster.

“You want my work don’t you?” A brief nod answered her logical inquiry. In her nation had anyone seen her act so coolly in a crisis she would have been examined and most likely institutionalized. Here it was merely seen as a wonder of good discipline. She controlled herself at all times as he did. Perhaps together they could find a way to let go of all their control and discipline.

He took the disc from her hand and assured himself with his reasonable amount of computing knowledge that she could not resurrect the lost data. Then he flexed one arm and lifted the slender woman up out of her chair. Slung over his shoulder he walked with her down the hall to her bedroom. Here he found confirmation that she was even more like him then he had supposed.

Here she revealed the sensualist inside herself. She was at the point in her life where she thought that physical gratification would heal the frozen wounds in her heart and soul. “All the possessions in the world can not sooth what has happened to ether of us. I walked that road a long, long time. All it leads to is a deeper emptiness in your soul then you began with.”

His words seemed to break something fragile in her and tears welled up in her eyes. “I know things can’t make me feel better, even though I like them well enough for themselves. Money doesn’t work ether. Food doesn’t help me like it does some people. Sometimes I almost feel it when I dance, but then it’s gone. My stamina gives out too soon, and leaves me just out of reach of it. Can you help me find it? Something tells me that we are far more alike then any two people anywhere else in the whole of the world.”

His smile was soft though she could only see the signs of it where his eyes crinkled at the edges above his mask. He did not smile, smirk , tease or do any such expression of humor or tenderness in public. He never let the mask over his heart down. Her eyes merely saw the physical manifestation of the heart mask on his face.
He removed both for her to see. A vulnerability that no other person would ever receive access to freely of his own will. She honored him with the same concession and then they touched. Her hands stroked his face before holding him still so that she could gift him with a kiss. Their tongues dueled and their bitter hearts began to thaw with each second of shared breath.

Clothes hit the floor, hers with a soft whisper of fabric sliding to the ground and his with the light pings and clanks of all the weapons hidden within his costume. Her skin tasted sweet even with the salty sheen of sweat from her exercises covering her body. She explored him with equal gentleness, but not with fear that she might hurt him but with the curiosity of someone who has never had the chance to thoroughly touch a member of the opposite sex before. He allowed this, knowing of how eager she was to learn about anything she came across that she didn’t understand. Her tender touches were also very arousing.

Soon all that was left was the prelude to the final act, and the final act itself. He began pleasuring her with his hands first to ease what would come next. She arched into it a soft moan of delight escaping her. The sound thoroughly enchanted him and he carefully explored her till he found the spot that made her cry out again. Finally when he felt her tender walls contract around his fingers spasmodically he knew she was ready.

He spread her thighs further and knelt in between them, pausing so that he could meet her eyes. Yes. He saw it. The control was almost gone in her, and he felt it slipping within himself as well. Her slight nod was the only go ahead he needed and he was inside her. Perfect. His thoughts about control and emotions and everything else shattered under the force of the animalistic need to bury himself again and again in her flesh. They rutted together like two wild beasts in heat until she climaxed for the third time and he finally gave in and let go, falling into his own release.
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Morning came and he found himself well surrounded by her. her scent was all over him, her fluids had grown sticky on his flesh and her warmth radiated from her small form to bring his icy self some contentment. She lay curled up around his left side, her head resting over his heart her arms around his neck and one leg wrapped around his left calf. It was four full hours before her proper time to wake. If he left her now she might just fall back asleep again and wake up well rested. He did not wish to steal anything from her save for what she freely gave of her warmth and their shared release.
It had felt good to let go of his control for the first time in decades. Now he finally had someone to let go of it with. The blinding pleasure to be found beyond the walls of his discipline was something he knew he would be seeking soon enough. It was addictive, and it was something he could find with no one else. It was as she had said. They were more alike then any two people in all the world