Inner Mind

I remove my belt and sheath. The nice goes back in the sheath for now and all thee are tossed aside. The button on my jeans is undone along with the zipper, leaving thin boxers to restrain my thick length. Now, when she leans against it, I can feel everything. My fingers slip beneath that red lace and find her wetness again. This time diving in and out, slowly at first, but faster once the rhythm is established.

As I continue to finger the good kitten, I begin teasing her nipples as well. That is not the end though. My lips soon find her arm followed by my teeth. Suddenly, I bite down hard on the flesh, just barely not breaking the skin.
 
She gasped softly feeling his length even more obviously now, biting her lip softly. She spread her legs a bit as she felt his fingers against her now obvious wetness.
She felt fingers slide in and out and she moaned softly, letting her eyes close softly once more as she felt them dive in and out, her muscles gripping them tightly every time they exited.

She jumped as she suddenly felt a bit of teeth, biting her own lip hard.
 
It is genuinely strange being up at this time, not at work, not having stayed up all night.

I slide off the couch I'd been sleeping on and move over to a well maintained if old pool table. I rack the balls and chalk up a cue. I used to play a fair bit of cutthroat in high school, but that's been a long time. I adjust where I want the cueball a little and take my first shot.

Crack.

Breaking always makes such a satisfying sound.
 
A note on faded paper slides onto a small table.

"Tired. Not sure how long I'll be here, but felt the need to be somewhere other than where I am."

I slide onto a battered, but well broken in couch near the table and nice. My eyes aren't quite closed, but they threaten it.
 
wanders by.
wants to stop.
Doesn't want to bother him, though.
Thinks he needs...a friend.
Maybe he will find me if he does...
 
I return

A considerably better mood has me today than the last few. Nothing has changed really. I still have the same problems and comforts as before, but today I just feel better about them.

I move to the back of the room and put my back into pushing a bookcase out of place. There is a door behind it that I knew would be here, but hadn't yet opened. I creak open the door and enter the dark room beyond.

The room is lit by the warm intermittent glow of dozens of old arcade machines. I find an old X-Men machine and put into my quarters.

"Colossus!" The machine proclaims my choice and I begin bashing on sentinels. I stand there eyes fixed on the screen, but ears listening in case I have visitors.
 
Slow steps lead me toward Erlind's home away from home. I would like to see him, if only for a brief moment, but do not want to interrupt him if he is busy. So~what to do?

I give myself a quick once over. Black jeans, black doc marten's~knee high and laced with baby blue laces. A black Mason tee, ripped, tied in the back.

A shrug. It'll do. It isn't like he hasn't seen me in worse. Finally, the door is before me. I give a brisk knock and wait to see if he will answer.
 
Too much vanishing lately. Likely more to come, but I can't be sure. Whatever.
 
"Strange days on the island," I mutter to myself as I collapse on a couch.

The wind outside has died down tonight, so its oddly quiet. That dark kind of light shimmers from the half closed door to my arcade in the back. Too many hours spent there recently, perhaps.

I slice the end of a cigar off with a cutter and put it in my mouth. I try to light the damn thing with a wooden match, but I can never manage it. I toss the burnt twig of wood away and pull out a blank steel zippo and take a puff as it lights. I sink back into the couch as I smoke. I'm just glad there's good ventilation in here.
 
She had been there. She hadn't showed it, but she was there, lurking in the shadows. If he turned his head, a fresh cup of tea would appear on a nearby table.
 
I smoke lazily, head tilted back forgetting the world. When I look up I notice a cup of tea still steaming there.

"I didn't put that there." I look at it curiously and look around to my left and right. No one there. I ash my cigar in a tray on the table and set it there, smoke still curling off of it. Then I take the cup and tea and have a sip.

Mmm
 
"I know you didn't."


It came from seemingly far away, though she wasn't far, but still lurking in the shadows.
 
The voice is soft and so familiar, but my mind won't let me place it. I know many people who its not and as I think I realize who it might be. I take another sip.

"Come out. Let me see you."
 
She blinked softly, biting her lip a bit nervously, but she nodded, and stepped out of the shadows, blushing a bit, a red tint to her dark skin. She was dressed simply- a graphic tee, and pair of shorts. She smiled a bit, looking down at the ground.
 
I smile as she comes into view.

"Beautiful," I say quietly almost more to myself than to her. She isn't wearing anything special, but my word still stays true. I am glad to see a familiar face. I have been gone too much recently and had begun to really miss this place and the people I always seem to find here.

"Will you come sit next to me, Neko?"
 
She saw his smile and could help but blush. She walked towards him, sitting next to him as asked.
 
I finish my tea.

"Thank you for the tea. How have you been?"

I feel like I should say or do more, but I don't. I watch as little whisps of smoke curl off the cigar resting on the ash tray on the table.
 
She shrugged, watching the smoke as well. A snap of her fingers and the tea cup was refilled, the liquid steaming. She didn't say anything for a long moment.

"I'm okay. How are you?"
 
I shake my head with a little smile and take another sip of tea before setting the cup back down.

"Kind of tired mostly. Been working hard. I'm about to have a break, but I'm having to work hard to get there."
 
I grin.

"Better than not working, I guess. Still keeps me annoyed sometimes though."
 
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