Protectors: Group A

[ultimate_nerdslut]

((Group A as of right now is Sammy, Theo, Sika, and Khai))

Brief History: A group of Basti has awoke from their slumber in the Museum of Natural History in New York City. The High Priestess Kalliope has ordered three groups to set out each on their own mission. Kalliope, Kalli, was to stay back with the night guard Derrick to ensure that there are no artifacts forgotten and the Museum has been cleaned up. Sammy, a director at the museum, has been chosen to take with him the innocent priestess Masika, Sika, the warrior/slave to the Pharoah Theoris, Theo, and the mate of Sika, Khai with him to retrieve Kalliope's sword of Bast. They are group A. Group B is comprised of Max, a professor of History, has offered his home to them all but is only taking Sefu, a Child of Anubis, Beret, a weakened priestess, and two guardians to the priestesses, Eirene and Ad.

Main Story

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Sammy looked at all three of them. A flash of terror crossing his face for just a moment. He had gotten the most intimidating male and female in the whole bunch? Why not make him take the damned Anubis as well? That would be just as inconspicuous.

The reason he wanted Sika...

Sammy blushed.

One of the reasons he wanted Sika here was because she was one of the few bastets who didn't intimidate humans. She was gentle and playful and nice and soothing. When she touched any anger or fear just left, leaving a calm serenity in its place.

He couldn't think about that now though. Now they had something to do. They had their coats, and were ready to go.

"We'll take my car, it's just outside," Boy were they in for a surprise. He opened the door for them, just in time to hear something breaking in the lounge area, and Max beginning to speak about another concocted plan.

It sounded even more complicated than the last. He had thought Max would be a source of help, the man seemed determined to turn this into some sort of farcical staged play with people dressing up as cats for show. One way or another.

Put a damn hoody over it and call it good, seriously. The simplest answer was usually the best.

He didn't have time to argue though. In fact, it was better they were leaving. Get some of the cats out of here, let people start to clean instead of making more messes. They didn't need to be sitting around waiting for things to happen. They needed action.

"Hold on," He said, opening doors for them," This might be a little strange. I won't go fast though, I promise you."

He got in, making sure to go five miles under the speed limit the whole way.

"The director wants to speak to you, at least some of you. He'll want to ask you questions. Just, try not to say anything specific. Vague answers are better. And, just try to change the subject. If he asks you where you studied, tell him about some Bast ritual you need the sword for. Start talking about the day in the life of an Egyptian, at least with what you've found out. Don't talk about the Children, no one knows about the children. And just..."

He looked from each of them, each set of eyes telling him more and more that this was a disaster waiting to happen.

"Just leave most of it to me, ok? I'll be there to help."

He faned a weak smile, before pulling the car down a lonely set of streets that criss crossed. Soon they arrived at a narrow building, with high column walls, and two double doors, one that was open just a crack.

"Here we are, any questions?"

"I am Khai."

Sika twitched her eyes away from Theo and Sammy as Khai's arm snaked around her waist, the length of crimson brushing alongside his white tail before twining with it, the tips curling together like a candycane.

"We'll take my car, it's just outside," Sammy said, and her stomach immediately roiled in terror. She didn't like these... these car things. "Oh, they are dreadful," she murmured to herself as they walked through the parking lot, her sensitive ears flattened so firmly against her head that she was blissfully unaware of what was happening inside the museum.

The smell out here was strong, too. It made her think of the poor Judge. He didn't want to be trapped inside by himself, but the noxious fumes outside might possibly hurt him. He'd need a lot more than a strip of fabric to protect his sensitive snout.

Then Sammy opened the doors and began herding them inside, warning the other two that it would seem scary. She impulsively went for the front seat, only because it was the spot she had ridden in last time, and it was where she had explored the car from. She hadn't died there, at least, so while the experience hadn't been wholly good, there was at least that.

Of course, when the door shut, she realized her choice had pinned Khai and that sexpot together in the back seat.

Grrr-owl.

Sammy began telling them what to expect after the contraption roared to life and pulled out of the parking lot. Sika used his words to distract her and inwardly pulled herself together, firmly shutting her confused feelings where they belonged - in the background.

"Theo, it's your job to take the sword, but I think Sammy's right. Please let him do most of the talking."

She had craned her neck to look back at the woman when she said this, and now she settled back in her seat, neck still turned so she could look at Sammy.

"Do you have anything to cover our 'cat parts' with?" She teasingly used the same term he had used when he was talking to Theo.

Khai watched Sammy's reaction as he reintroduced himself. The human was forgetful, as Sika had barely just introduced them shortly before. There was a quick flash of uncomfort in the human's eyes, which he couldn't help but give the slightest smirk to. Seemed he realized now that he wouldn't get his alone time with Sika. The ivory-haired Bastet chose not to make any comments though, and followed with his usual silent steps. Passing through the lounge, he also overheard Max's plan and sighed softly. That particular human seemed to have a knack for awkward ideas that would not assist them in the slightest.

"He should not speak of things he has no knowledge of..." He muttered, mostly to himself but the rest of his group was still within range to hear. "In fact, even things he has knowledge of, he should still keep to himself."

When they finally arrived at the vehicle, Khai inspected it with his eyes at first, then finally reaching his hand out to slide against the surface. It was some sort of carridge, no doubt, but how it worked was beyond his comprehension. There were no animals or people to pull it, so how would it move? Khai observed Sammy and Sika open the doors and climb in. At first he approached the front of the vehicle, but glanced in to notice there was no room. With a slight shrug, he turned to the back seat and got in there instead. The interior was something else, at least to him. The smoothness of the seats, the intelligent design. It was like some sort of transport for a Pharaoh. Was Sammy some sort of important person in this world? That seemed difficult to believe...

Because of the amount of room in the car, Theo was now sitting next to him. Her curved, long legs mere inches from his own. Taking a deep breath, he just focused on the vehicle instead, glancing out the window, wondering when someone was going to start pulling it, or such. Suddenly, the whole contraption rumbled and roared, and began to move entierly on its own. Khai was startled and rushed his hands to his seat to steady himself, accidently placing one hand on Theo's warm thigh, to which he pulled it back quickly in error. "Ah, my apologies.." He said quietly, blushing a bit as he turned to the window and gazed outside. Some sort of magic vehicle, how fascinating.

When they finally arrived, Khai exited the car and turned back to it, as if to disect it's true nature, but still was confused. Realizing there was no time, he followed after Sammy, who instructed them on what was going to happen.

"Don't say anything specific, vague answers, do not talk about Bast... I do not believe you'll have to worry about our replies in that case, we'll have nearly nothing to say..." He chuckled. Theo had been given the job of grabbing the sword, so it seemed he wasn't really there for any particular reason. It wasn't much of a bother, since he was with the only people he figured he could tolerate at the moment. The building was fairly nice looking, so he couldn't help but wonder if this Director was also fairly important.

"I have quite a few questions actually, but nothing quite pertaining to this task, so let us proceed..."

Theo masked her surprise at her surroundings exceptionally well as they exited the museum, preferring not to dwell on her ignorance of the world around her.

She was quick and clever enough to assimilate this knowledge in time. After giving the car one long, dubious look, she followed Sammy's example and climbed in the back behind the human, her long legs managing to look smoothly stretched even in the constricted space.

Managing to arrange her dauntingly lovely features into a polite mask of attentiveness, she ignored the sheer terror rising in her gut as the thing they were in hit the interstate, her eyes aimed directly at the two in the front seat.

Khai's hand on her thigh distracted her from her fear long enough to flash him a predatory smile, amber eyes glowing like mellow gold in the darkness.

"Theo, it's your job to take the sword, but I think Sammy's right. Please let him do most of the talking," Sika said from the front, causing Theo's eyes to snap back to her.

"Assuming you can take command so easily, little bit?" Theo didn't bother to keep the disdain from her voice. "I will do what must be done to assure our success, and acquisition of the sword."

When they pulled into the parking lot of this new building, and Sammy parked the car, she was more than content to get out of the car, her long legs unfurling as she gratefully put her sandalled feet to solid ground.

"Indeed," she nearly purred to Khai. "Let's get this over with."

"Good, good good. We're all set then," Sammy said, as he pulled out one of the museum raincoast for Sika. It would hide her ears, and her tail, so long as she didn't keep swishing it here and there.

It didn't seem like no one would notice.

The Director was waiting for them at the top of the stairs. He was a large man, muscular, with a full head of red hair and black squinty eyes. He looked each one up and down, blinking feverishly. No one could ever blink that fast, it was unimaginable.

"How wonderful for you all to come. This is Sammy, yes, I saw you last year at the rennovation party. How good to see you again."

Sammy held out his hand, shaking it eagerly.

"Oh, and who is this lovely young lady?"

The Director stared right at Sika, his hand out. Sammy watched as nothing happened. He hadn't taught them that people shake hands.

"Coming down with a bit of a cold," He said, "Don't want anyone to catch it."

"All of them?"

Sammy nodded way too fast, "This is Sik... S... ummm, Sara. Here. She is interning with us. To my left is...."

Theoris?

"Dolores. She actually has a sore throat, poor thing can barely talk. And on the other side is Khai... Kyle. Kyle has been looking forward to coming here, actually."

"Have you then Kyle? How delightful. Well, I must show you around. I must show you all. Our Bast exhibit rivals the ones in Egypt. You have not seen a better example in your lifetimes."

Sammy gave a small smile at that.

"Good, well, Sammy I believe you'll find some papers waiting on my desk to sign, for the transfer to be complete. That gives us plenty of time to meet and greet each other, find out where you studied your Bast prehistory."

"Papers?" Sammy watched as the Director held the door open for them to all come inside. The large tile floor gave way to a wonderful depiction of a Tyrannosaurus Rex right inside. It stood on its haunches, being held up by huge wires. He followed the Director in.

"Of course, legalities. Transfer things. Just to keep track of the Sword. It's not mine, you know, simply on loan here. It will take you a while..."

"Well, I can just do it after we get the sword."

The Director looked upset at Sammy. Sammy was looking at all of the children now, particularly Sika. He couldn't leave Sika alone with this guy, not five minutes. That's how long it would take for him to figure everything out. Poor Sika.

"It will take you a while, like I said. I would have done it... but I'm not the one calling at two in the morning needing a sword right away, now am I?"

Sammy glanced at Sika again, "But, I need to stay with them."

"Oh, why is that?"

Sammy gulped down a large something in his throat, "It's Sara, here. You see, she's..."

He had no idea what he was going to say next. His mouth was quivering, actually quivering. Sweat pouring down from his brow. Why couldn't he think of anything? What, was he going insane?

"Sara? Is that it? Well, if that's all she can stay here with you. I'll take these other two. We'll go and take a tour. I am dying to know what you think of my museum."

"But... but..."

The Director's beady eyes grew even beadier, "You are working my last nerve Sammy. What is it now?"

Sammy glanced at the other two, Khai and then Theoris. Khai was going to kill him, and Theoris, while he had no idea what that look was, knew it didn't mean anything good either.

Silently, his hand searched for Sika's, and found it. The stength of her fingers squeezing back helped him.

"Sure," He said, although it was very difficult, "You two remember what I told you right? You'll be just fine. Get the sword, and come right back."

The Director waved his hand as if Sammy were nothing more than a fly buzzing around, "All in good time. Come now, Kyle, Dolores. We have much to see, and even more to talk about. Now where did you two study the advanced Bast secular cult that makes you such experts?"

Khai walked along with the others up the stairs, observing the Director at the top of them. What an odd looking human it was, and he seemed to have trouble with his eyes for some unknown reason. Khai simply tilted his head in confusion, his own pale green eyes taking a look over the man. When the Director held his hand out to Sika to shake it, the ivory haired Bastet watched curiously, then noticed as Sammy quickly tried to think of some excuse for not behaving in some way. Claiming they all were sick was one thing, but the way he said it didn't exactly hold a truthful lining.

Introductions were in order, of course, but in way to seemingly continue to disguise the Bastet's history, he altered all of their names. Khai's eyes rolled. "Is this deception so necessary? Are our names that out of place? Your bumbling to come up with a lie is going to get you into trouble faster than our own lack of knowledge..." Khai thought to himself, just accepting his name of 'Kyle' for now. When Sammy added on that Kh.. Kyle had apparently been looking forward to this visit, he shot him a subtle glance of annoyance. Was he supposed to act excited now? Sammy did not really realize who he was asking to do such.

Sammy and the Director continued to speak about the details of the sword, but Khai just stood there with an unamused expression. Sammy taking the lead was one thing, but it definately did not sound like he was prepared, and if he was not prepared, how could the rest of them possibly be. Khai wandered back to his place beside Sika and gently wrapped his arm around her, awaiting for the deal to be done, or for more instructions. It seemed there was an issue with the sword, and Sammy needed to complete some work seperately from the Director and the Bastets. Which meant going alone with the strange man. At least in that case, Sammy wouldn't be the one making up their excuses and even further jeapordizing their cover.

Naturally, Sammy disagreed with this idea, but he looked to Sika particularly. Khai could only glare back. He wanted to say plenty of things right now, but it would give them away. He knew what Sammy was thinking, that poor little Sika couldn't be alone with the man, even though Khai, her mate, and Theo, a trained guardian, would be with her. The human really was something else, and much to Khai's dismay, the Director allowed Sika to stay with Sammy alone. Well this was perfect. Khai was much more worried about Sika being alone with Sammy than with the director, to be honest... but for now, the important thing was the sword. Still, as the Director walked off and Theo followed, Khai hesitated, looking to Sammy and growling lightly before turning to catch up with the others.

"Now where did you two study the advanced Bast secular cult that makes you such experts?" The man asked. Khai shrugged his shoulders in reply, glancing around the walls and decorations casually.

"Oh well, I promised my teacher I would not say. One very modest about his own knowledge, really. I am curious where you acquired all these artifacts, myself." Khai spoke out, walking beside Theo and rolling his eyes to her in a matter which the Director would not notice.

When Sammy pulled the hood from the jacket up over her ears, she blinked her large eyes owlishly and then smiled at him, suddenly understanding. "Oh!"

She saw Theo and Khai follow suit behind her as they all headed for the cracked front door, her tail sliding uncomfortably between the coat and the backs of her legs. She didn't know why, but something about this place boded ill for her.

Brushing it off as a simple case of nervousness, she slipped inside behind Sammy and glanced once over her shoulder at Khai, her large, dark eyes saying it all. Be careful..

At the top of the stairs was a man who could only be the Director. Instead of seeming annoyed at being drug out to meet them at such an unusual hour, he seemed... well, excited. There was something about his dark, rapidly blinking eyes that she mistrusted immediately. When his eyes raked over her in turn, she unconsciously gripped her jacket and squeezed it shut tight, briefly offering a glimpse of the thin, gingery fur on the backs of her long nail tipped hands.

He held out his own hand towards her and she glanced at it warily, ears moving beneath the hood in two separate directions; one towards Sammy, the other in a slow sweep of the room, trying to locate any sounds that would signal danger.

Sara, Kyle, Dolores? She could practically feel Theo stiffen in indignation, obviously not fond of the name that had been chosen for her. Though the names sounded strange, just as Sammy's did, she imagined that these names would raise less alarms in the Director's heads than their own.

There were moments in the conversation when she opened her mouth to speak, but as though Sammy had noticed, he would hastily speak, giving her the feeling that more than anything he wanted her to shut up.

Khai's arm around her startled her a little and she looked over at him with those wide eyes, briefly giving his arm a squeeze as Sammy tried to talk the Director out of splitting him up from the group.

She definitely didn't want any of them to be split up. No matter how it could be divided, it spelled trouble. Sammy was the only one on their side right now who knew about this day and age. Theoris was eyeing the Director like he was some toy for her amusement, and Khai was giving Sammy a look that spelled death in several languages and with the aid of various instruments.

Without intentionally doing so, she focused on that wrap of arm around her and pushed her power through her body where he touched her, sharing a warm, spreading glow of serenity through to him. Theo, Sammy, and the Director would feel it as well, just not as intensely; for them, it would be the same as drawing a calming breath.

The Director wasn't going to take no for an answer. They were going to have to split up. Sammy found her hand and she could feel his tremble, an encouraging squeeze given to his fingers.

Giving one last look at Khai, she smiled lightly, that warning still in her eyes. Be careful.

As the three took off through the museum, Sika looked at Sammy, following him wherever he would lead. "I do not like that man. How has he ended up with the sword? Who 'loaned' it to him?"

Theo didn't like her name being altered, but she especially disliked that when she irritably opened her mouth, Sammy rushed over to say that she could barely even talk.

Oh, she'd get him, and his little Director, too...

Almost relieved that they were going to be split up, Theo fell in stride just behind and to the left of the Director, unconsciously assuming the position of the lead guardian-slave to the Pharaoh.

His Queen had been forced to walk a step behind her and to the right, an unfortunate arrangement for her since that was the Pharaoh's dominant weapon arm.

Of course, those days were long gone now. It was only a force of habit that moved her to take this particular position. Beneath the coat, her hips and long tail moved in sweet harmony with her long, smooth legs, the coat falling just a few inches above the hem of her skirt, which fell just below her knees.

Khai answered the Director's question, but she felt like having some fun. Effecting a rasp to her voice, she made a simpering little cough and smiled wickedly at Khai, speaking to the Director's back. "We studied in Egypt. I specialized in Bast's role as Protector to the Pharaoh and her arts of war."

 

[poohlive]

Sammy squeezed Sika's hand once more, turning back to her, "I don't know. Come on. Let's go find out."

He passed through a stairway leading them up to the Director's office. It was grand, filled with various books and a comfortable black leather couch. On the desk, made of dark mahogany, was an entire pile of papers that Sammy knew he'd have to sift through.

He glanced at the first page.

"A private collector, in Egypt. It doesn't say the name."

He turned back. She looked so good. For a moment, the entire terror of the situation left him. He realized he was back alone with Sika. It had only been a few hours since they'd been alone at first, but with everything happened it seemed much much longer.

"I wasn't supposed to kiss you, was I?"

He walked up to her, coming close. His hands came out, slowly taking off the hood of her coat. The shadow crossing her face disappeared, leaving only her soft silken skin and large pooling eyes. One finger brushed against her cheek.

"Are we... not supposed to do this? I felt like I wanted to kiss you since I first saw you. I don't know if it's wrong or not. If it is... just tell me."

But, he leaned in, his lips finding hers once more. A small moan escaping him as his hand cupped around her smooth slender neck.

 

[poohlive]

Director

The Director smiled at that, "Yes, Egypt. I thought as much. They have an excellent array of knowledge set up. I did my tenure there for pre Byzantine era weaponry. I'm somewhat of a fanatic myself."

He took them through the long way of his museum. He wanted to show them everything, impress upon them the importance of him, and his museum. These were, after all, the future. And this Dolores, he would not mind her spending a summer here doing some interning under him.

One thick arm found its way slinking along her shoulder as he spoke.

"I am glad they trust you enough to play with their little display over there. Mostly old rotten mummy's tombs and a few knick knacks. Nothing important, though. Nothing that held the true essence of an era. Do you know what can capture the essense of any given culture? Weapons."

He showed them military degraded armory. First they passed by rifles, pistols, six shooters from the civil war, and huge canons.

"The superior firepower. I understand the civil war is not your expertise. But, had General Lee a few of these in his posession, the whole war could have changed."

From canons they want to blunderbusses, and then different swords, large scimitars, triple daggers, a couple of sword breakers for show, as well as illustrations on how it works. All of these things were behind thick glass.

"Each society had them, each took their own seriously. What is it Teddy Roosevelt said, speak softly and carry a big stick?"

And then they reached the Bast Sword. It stood out, one of the earlier pieces of weaponry on display here. Again behind thick glass. It stood next to an ancient Samurai sword, and long spears carried by early Nubian tribes.

"You two did the research... so you tell me all about this sword, why is it so important for your display?"

 

[dirtybusiness]

Sika (Going back to normal font)

"I don't know. Come on. Let's go find out."

Sika wasn't used to being comforted by others, since it was her job to do that for the other Children. Sammy's squeeze to her hand came as a bit of a surprise, and she nodded mutely in acquiescence, following him up the stairs and into the lush, smartly decorated office.

The dark colors and expensive textures were meant to both impress and intimidate. Her people had understood the significance of decorating, and the impact carefully designed aesthetics could have on the subconscious.

Despite her dislike of the man, she had to appreciate the immediate reaction she had to his office, and the subsequent feeling of being very small, indeed.

"A private collector, in Egypt. It doesn't say the name." Sammy's voice drew her gaze from her surroundings to the pile of papers on the mahogany desk before dark eyes roamed to his face.

Along with her core of serenity, she was deeply empathetic. While she couldn't 'read' his thoughts, she could feel the heat of them, the intensity of his emotions.

It made her cheeks flush as he spoke, gently brushing the hood back from her face. "No," she whispered with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I am a Priestess of Bast. You have named yourself a caretaker, and so serve the Goddess, but you are still.."

The gentle, searching touch to her cheek made her blush deepen, her tongue faltering. She couldn't bring herself to look away from his eyes, and the strange glass that covered them, as though protecting their beauty from others.

He wanted her to tell him it was wrong, but how could she when he was leaning in again? The memory of that first surprising kiss was still making her lips tingle.

This time when he kissed her, she was aware that no one was there to stop him but her. She shouldn't let this happen. It would be easy to put a hand against his chest and softly but firmly insist that this couldn't be. Maybe in another place, another life, but never in this one.

Instead, she found herself winding her arms around his neck, one hand tenderly cradling the base of his skull, her chin tilting to return the kiss with a reverberating purr.

What would Khai think if he could see this? What would the Goddess say when she was resurrected?

Brushing her fingers through his short hair, she found herself leaning into his chest.

"I deserve the slap this time," she whispered into his mouth, voice thick with her purr.

 

[dirtybusiness]

Theo

The Director smiled at her, almost smugly. "Yes, Egypt. I thought as much. They have an excellent array of knowledge set up. I did my tenure there for pre Byzantine era weaponry. I'm somewhat of a fanatic myself."

"I do appreciate a fanatic of cultures, myself," she said in that mock rasp, only managing to make her voice sound even huskier and somehow more rawly sensuous. She could tell the man was harboring some impure thoughts about her even before he oh, so casually snaked an arm around her.

She did not laugh, even though she wanted to. It was nice to know that she definitely still had her arousing touch.

"I am glad they trust you enough to play with their little display over there. Mostly old rotten mummy's tombs and a few knick knacks. Nothing important, though. Nothing that held the true essence of an era. Do you know what can capture the essense of any given culture? Weapons.

"The superior firepower. I understand the civil war is not your expertise. But, had General Lee a few of these in his posession, the whole war could have changed."

She feigned to have at least passing knowledge with the things he was speaking about by nodding at the correct moments and masking her obvious ignorance as idle curiosity, her eyes roaming over the strange looking weapons.

"Each society had them, each took their own seriously. What is it Teddy Roosevelt said, speak softly and carry a big stick?"

And then they reached the Bast Sword. Its power cried out to Theo, tempting her beyond imagination. She could easily take this sword; she, who had been Kalli's equal in training, knew as well as the other woman how to harness its power, how to channel its flow of magic through her and make it an extension of herself.

Oh, the things she could do with this sword.... the man's voice interrupted her purely lustful gaze, and its intensity had yet to die from her almond shaped amber eyes when they turned on him.

"You two did the research... so you tell me all about this sword, why is it so important for your display?"

She casually stretched out a hand, putting it on Khai's elbow. The meaning was clear - she was in charge of the group. She would handle the talking since Sammy wasn't there to do it. Besides, she was exceptionally good at thinking on the spot, and by nature, his sort didn't lie easily.

"Recent discoveries have lead us to believe that this sword was more than just symbolic of Bast as a warrior. It could also have been an item of extreme magical significance."

She let her voice trail off imperiously, as though deciding at the last minute that he wasn't exactly qualified to know as much information as she had divulged.

"I will of course need to inspect the sword. There are certain indicators I need to find before I can be certain this is it."

There was no doubt of it in her mind, though. Its power was tangible to her, like an invisible cord that linked it to her navel. It was a direct line to their Mother, as undeniable as an umbilical cord.

 

[poohlive]

Sammy paused, touching her forehead to his own when he heard her. Some small bit of laughter bubbled up from that. He could imagine what would happen if everyone knew. She must have gotten in trouble when he merely kissed her for luck and they all saw.

Now?

Now he pushed her against the door, his hands running down her body. All smooth sensual curves, dangerous curves of a winding highway. His fingers took their time, slowly cruising down, enjoying each site he came to.

And her kiss. Simple, sweet. It even felt forbidden, dark and mysterious. His tongue came out to touch her sweetness. He pressed into her, his body into hers. Why was he doing this? Why did it feel so wrong and so right at the same time? His own body was elated now, high on the touch of her, the taste, the simple pleasure of feeling another woman under him.

It had been a long time since he'd felt that.

"Is it so wrong?" He spoke, breaking the kiss, breathless, trying desperately to grab at gulps of air, "Is it forbidden? It doesn't feel that way."

His tongue licked one of her lips, "It doesn't feel wrong at all."

 

[Ahren1]

(sorry this kind of sucks, tried to write while multitasking and haven't had a chance to read the other posts yet.)

Before Khai had completely walked away from Sika's view, she looked to him with a familiar gaze and smile. He noticed her hand in Sammy's, and that she was gripping it rather tightly. Her calming abilities hit him, and he smiled back, but even through her serene gestures, some sadness was still in his eyes, conveying he didn't want to be apart from her again like this, but there was no choice for now.

Theo and Khai had began to walk with the Director, and Khai had decided to answer the first question, however Theo gave him a glance, and an interrupting cough that indicated her wish to speak instead. Figures he would be told to shut it so quickly. With a sort of frustrated movement, he slipped his hands into the pockets of the coat and slumped back a bit in his pace, letting Theo speak with the Director.

"Whatever.." He whispered to himself, turning to look back to see if he could still see Sika or not. His attention was soon taken by something else, however. The sword was near and he could feel it. There was definately a power ahead, and it caused him to regain some hope in the situation. With that, he picked his pace up again, and returned to Theo's side.

 

[dirtybusiness]

It was hard to keep thoughts of the consequences in her head with him guiding her back as he was, her mouth feeling rather dry all of a sudden. Attempting to dampen her lips with a kittenish lap of tongue, she swallowed past the lump in her throat and tried to speak...

But then she felt her back press into the cool, solid weight of the door and she could only manage a soft gasp, her legs weakening threateningly when his hands began to access her body in a smooth, sweeping caress. A strangled little mewling sound escaped her throat and she tightened her arms around him as he pressed his body into hers, her mouth responding hungrily to that probing brush of tongue.

Perhaps it was just because it was forbidden that made this human so irresistibly desirable; she didn't know why her body was responding as wantonly as it was to his urging.

All she knew was that when he broke the kiss, she was as breathless as he was, her eyes wide and the pupils nearly drowning the reddish-brown irises. His words mirrored her thoughts so closely that she could only nod mutely, glad he was pressing so close, pinning her between himself and the door.

If he backed up even a little, she had no doubt she would crumple. That little lick nearly drove her over the edge, and she gulped again, unable to reach her calm center.

"I..."

It was useless. Her mouth was as dry as scorched desert unless it was locked with his. Leaning forward, she caught his lower lip in a suckle and then initiated another kiss herself.

Goddess save her, because she couldn't stop herself.

 

[poohlive]

Sammy drank her in, every sweet succulent drop which she gave him. And she did. There was a forgiving moan between them, although for the life of Sammy he didn't know who made it. Perhaps both of them, inside of the moment, unable to contain themselves.

His hand slipped beneath the clothing. It was tight fitting, but far from static. It moved under his hand, lifting. He forced her shirt up, off of her, getting her out of these people clothes he had so desperately tried to get her into in the first place.

"Oh god," To see her again, just like before, drove him wild with lust. He bent in, pushing her up against the door once more, his mouth on her neck this time. The sweet taste of her, sweat and something deeper running along his tongue. He sucked at her supple skin, moving his way down to one bare eager breast.

He cupped it, licked it playfully, took it deep into his mouth, sucking hard. Each step seemed to take forever, but only moments passed. Moments of deep passion, of desperate teasing, dangerous foreplay. He wrapped his arms around her, fingernails digging into her, scratching her back, trying to pull her closer.

 

[poohlive]

Director

"Certain indicators, whatever do you mean?" She had not pulled away from his touch. Rather, she either ignored it, or moved into him just slightly. The director, while proud of his museum, was simply a man after all.

And his round sausage like fingers began to trail down her back, seeking more of her to play with.

"See, this is what I need to learn myself. As a Director, the beurocracy prevents me from studying too much. I find myself going to so many charity parties it becomes a bit of a bore. I want to be out there in the field, learning, finding out what I need to know. As far as I was told, the small symbol of Bast was all one needed to identify an artifact as that. Do you mean there can be forgeries?"

He did seem genuinely interested, even if his fingers moved ever so dangerously towards the perfect curve of her ass.

 

[dirtybusiness]

Theo

She could practically feel the lust oozing out of the man's pores, his body radiating against hers like a furnace. While she was happier than the cat who got the cream to know that she was still a walking man-lure, she didn't need his roaming hands to stumble upon something that might blow their cover.

A hand slid behind her rump and curved upwards, meeting his hand just a scant inch above her tail. Taking his hand firmly within her own, she tightened her fist, grinding his fingers warningly even as her thumb dug into the sensitive webbing between thumb and forefinger.

As though this weren't even happening, she answered him, dropping all pretense of a cold. "Any child old enough to drag a stick in the sand could draw a symbol of Bast." At least the could have in her time, at any rate. "Isn't that right, Kyle?"

Giving one last squeeze, she pushed the Director's hand away from her back and turned her amber eyes to his face, her lips curling in an unapologetic smile.

"Yes, it is very important I inspect this sword before I take it to our teacher."

 

[Ahren1]

Khai walked with Theo and the Director, allowing them to talk. It was clear Theo preferred to be the one doing it, and he honestly didn't really have any desire to speak with the man. She was in charge of this operation after all, and seemed to be doing a decent job, so there was no reason to butt in. Though when the strange man placed his arm around Theo, Khai just rolled his eyes in disgust. The man wasn't at all attractive, and to pretend like he could somehow get anywhere close to Theo was almost enough to make the ivory haired Bastet sick.

When they finally reached the sword, the power eminating from it was much stronger than he expected. He could see in Theo's eyes how much desire she had for it, and he could not blame her. It was an artifact of great importance to any of them, but such a well designed blade was probably even moreso to her. When the Director inquired about their research, Khai considered speaking up again, but Theo had quickly touched his shoulder to indicate she would reply once again. Mentally shrugging, he allowed her to, watching the Director with annoyance as he continued to feel up Theo..

Khai cleared his throat in an abnormally loud fashion in order to get the man's attention, and hopefully stop his rather sick approaches that may just discover her tail. "Sorry.. I'm starting to not feel very well... Could we possibly wrap this up?" He said with a pained tone, his eyes half-drooped. It was mostly a lie to hurry things up, but honestly something in his stomache was turning, making him feel oddly upset and ill. He had a bad feeling about Sika right now.

 

[poohlive]

Director

The Director took a step away from both of them, turning now to face them. Between them, on the wall behind the thick museum glass was the sword. He brought his hand up, rubbing away the lingering pain inside of his poor fingers. She could have just said no.

Still, such strength. He didn't think he could have felt that from some young frilly thing like her, a hundred pounds soaking wet, if that. She had strength in her rather large eyes.

"Anyone might be able to draw Bast in the sand, but on a sword? In order to pass it off as a forgery? Why would they do so?"

He thought perhaps this was something of interest to discuss. His pain forgotten, he was already leaping into the next conversation. Kyle looked distressed, and a little pained himself. Perhaps Kyle had been trying to put his hand in the cookie jar as well.

Naughty naughty Kyle.

"Of course, we're just about done here. Don't worry, I don't plan on giving you the sword without proper inspection. I am just curious, how many forgeries have you come across in your line of work? Who do you see coming up with them, in such fragments? Part of whole? How realistic do they actually look?"

He glanced at the sword, "Even if it were a forgery, it looks pretty damn real. And old.."

 

[dirtybusiness]

Sika

There was nothing poetic or romantic about their frenzied kisses and for some reason, it only made it more intense for her. There was no sweetness in his roaming hand, his kisses not tender testaments of love but were filled instead with the recklessness of a man drowning, willing to do anything to get air.

And damnit, they couldn't seem to get that sweater off of her fast enough. The moment it finally came over her head, barely a second thought given to it the moment it left her fingers, he was shoving her against the door again, a long leg instinctively lifting to hook around his hip.

Two knuckles were shoved into her mouth to muffle her desperate sounds of pleasure as he caught her breast and dug his fingernails into livid flesh, her body arching towards him needfully.

At that moment, was there anything she could possibly want more than for him to rip these unfamiliar pants off of her and take her right where they stood?

Khai's face flashed before her mind's eye. He was right downstairs. They would be coming any minute. Whimpering pathetically, she tried to wiggle out from between Sammy and the door, but she was pinned fast.

And god, did it feel good.

"Sammy..." she practically mewled his name, "We can't... nngh.. they could find us.. we have to stop!"

She didn't know if she wanted him to listen to her wisdom or heedlessly continue. The sheer frustration had her nearly hysterical, tears forming in her eyes. She had never wanted anyone like this; she had never before been seized by such passion. Her leg tightened around him, even as she told him they had to stop, and she had to force herself to lower her foot back to the floor, her tail jerking spastically against the door.

 

[dirtybusiness]

Theo

"Sorry.. I'm starting to not feel very well... Could we possibly wrap this up," Khai asked, his voice sounding convincingly exhausted. She gave a fleeting half smile in his direction as the Director went on talking enthusiastically, although now from a comfortable distance.

"Even if it were a forgery, it looks pretty damn real. And old.."

"Yes, well, you're most likely right. What I'm looking for is an indicator that this is indeed the sword I seek. But Khai is right as well, we need to be on our way. We have a lot to get done before R... sunrise."

Her tail twitched irritably beneath the MUSEUM raincoat at her near slip-up, and those almond shaped amber eyes turned most alluringly onto the Director. "I would really love to stay and....." she allowed a significant pause to linger awkwardly between them, letting his mind fill in several blanks. "...share my intimate knowledge with you, and listen to what you have to say."

She almost absently licked her lips, although nothing this woman did was unconscious, and gave him a subdued smile. Anything more would have shown too much teeth for comfort.

"But that will simply have to happen another time, chyess? Now, dear, if you could just let take the sword, we can go find out if they're done signing those papers."

Although she highly doubted that's what they were doing. She had heard a suspicious, muffled thunk earlier, and she doubted a pen dropping would make that much noise. She doubted that Khai had heard it, brooding as he had been earlier, and knew the Director hadn't with his inadequate human senses.

She almost hoped the two were going at it like wild beasts. It would be amusing, for her at least.

 

[Ahren1]

Khai was now feeling extremely uncomfortable between his worries of Sika and the appaling flirthing Theo was doing with the Director. Was it really necessary? They were going to get the sword, was there anything to gain over making this unattractive man lust over her? Probably only an ego boost, and surely she seemed to enjoy those. Khai now realized that even if he did not have Sika, he was not sure he would enjoy being with someone like Theo. He wanted someone to love, and feel the same for him in return, and she was one who liked attention. A girl like that did not go well with the jealous type Khai was.

He noticed Theo even refer to him as Khai in one of the replies, but the director did not seem to notice. Even so, Khai just sounded like a shortened version of Kyle. The ivory haired Bastet wanted to turn and go already. His legs were even twitching where he stood, but he had to make sure they got the sword, and make sure the human didn't have any tricks up his sleeves that might overcome Theo unexpectedly.

"Well then... Shall we?" He said with a true cough at the end. He was being impatient, but made sure not to show it in his voice or voluntary actions...

 

[poohlive]

Director

"Of course... of course onto business," He said, turning around. The keypad blinked a calming green as he stared at it. His first finger hovered over the one digit, before he paused, turning back.

"Just one more tiny request. This is the whole reason I brought you out here actually, trying to get rid of Sammy. You see, he's sentimental, and would never agree to the terms of letting this sword go."

The Director leaned against the glass, the keypad right in sight. His hand wavered over it as he spoke to them, small beady eyes sharp as they watched.

"I was hoping you two could convince him. You see, there's a sword in his museum I want for our collection over here. If you could convince him, I will let you have this sword right here and now."

He spoke carefully now, making sure his words were unmistakable, "You see, after Egypt fell, a group of Antarticans came and took overmost of Africa. They were led by a brilliant man named Marty McFly. Captain McFly had half of the Byzantine empire in his pocket, before he fell. He only wore one sword into battle, the legendary Fluxx Capacitor. Your Sammy has this Capacitor in his museum."

He pressed the first number into the keypad, staring at them both. Hard, intent, eager to see just how they would respond.

"You promise me I will get this Fluxx Capacitor from the Antartican McFly, and I will give up the sword."

 

[dirtybusiness]

Theo

Theo stared blankly at the Director.

The sword was this close to being in her hands, and now the only thing that stood between them was some babbling nonsense about a ... a.... Marty McFly and a... a .... Flucks Kompassator.

[I can barely type this, I'm laughing too hard! Damnit, POOH!]

Her tail was furiously swishing beneath the coat, and it was lucky for her that she stood facing him, or else he definitely would have noticed something strange. As it was, the rustling was audible, and she had to pin it between her knees to keep it from twitching.

"I... don't see any problem," she said, glancing at Khai for... yes, for help. The Director had pulled a Max, and she wasn't quite sure what it was he was talking about.

"Yes. I... we need the sword. Sammy will understand. You can have this... Flucks Kompassator if that is what you desire."

Her voice took on a razored edge, the sensuality still there but as venomous as a pit viper.

"Now give me the sword."

 

[Ahren1]

Khai was about to lose it from impatience. The Director was being abnormally slow about everything, and there was not much left he could say to speed it up. They were so close to the sword, one wrong move could have it taken from them. They were so close. The Director reached the sword, and was about to hand it to them when he made an odd sounding request.

He wanted a sword, that Sammy had, and for them to convince him to give it. Khai analyzed the phrasing, his tone, the intent. Something about it didn't sound right, but there was simply no way to know if he was joking with them or not, the only thing to do at the moment was comply. Theo glanced in his direction, possibly for assistance, but even he had no idea what to say that she didn't.

"We'll inform him. Thank you for allowing us to do this. I'm sure he won't mind since you're helping out." Khai answered rather simply, ready for Theo to get the sword, and for them to turn around and return to Sika. He had to see her now, he was now very worried at this point... Please, please just let us get the sword and go, went through his mind over and over.... He wanted to tell Theo to stop being so pushy about it, but either way it was too late.

 

[poohlive]

Sammy grabbed at her leg, as it slowly slipped down to the floor. He held it against him, just a moment longer. It felt so good, so wonderful to have that pressure around him.

They looked like high school kids on their first date, unsure what to do, knowing that pure hormones were controlling them. Out of breath, unable to think. He still wanted to take her, still needed that feeling of her beneath him, pinned, moving against him, with him.

Her leg left his touch, and he took a step away.

"I'm sorry... it was just... so intense. I didn't mean to."

But, he had. Oh, he had meant every move, every action, and he would do it again, wouldn't he? In a heartbeat yes. If she asked him, he would do it right now.

His glasses were askew. He took them off, cleaning them, placing them back on properly. His clothes were all ruffled, hair a mess. He must have looked more guilty than sin.

"We won't get another chance, will we?" He looked at her, speaking candidly.

"I mean, that other one, Khai? He won't let you leave his sight. We won't get to be alone. None of them will. It's... it's not allowed. And I doubt they'll let me keep sneaking you off just for my own enjoyment."

Even though that would be so wonderful. So much between them, so many steps stopping them, so many obstacles to overcome.

"I... I'm sorry."

 

[poohlive]

Director.

"Ahhh, I see," He nodded, to each of them as they spoke he would get what he wanted.

"I know everything I need to know now. Thank you. Thank you both."

He reached for the keypad once more, but instead of pressing in another number, his hand lashed out. It went right for Theo, and although he could see her reactions instant, and had it been a punch or some attack, she would have easily dodged, he only went for the hoody atop her head.

It fell away, revealing those large pointed cat-like ears.

"So, she was right," He looked like a man who did not honestly believe it until just now.

"Children of Bast, come back to the world? Oh, how fortunate. I was told you would be coming here tonight. I had to test you, I am sorry to say that is a flaw on my part. One of my flaws. I have several... but it won't matter to you. My mistress is coming. She is eager to see you. She told me to show you this."

The Director stretched out his left forearm. He pulled up the long sleeved shirt, underneath a newly branded tattoo shown. New enough to still be bleeding slightly. The Bast symbol, and the word of slave.

He had been branded as a personal servant to a child of Bast.

"She told me to get you here alone. I have done my job..."

 

[dirtybusiness]

Sika

The furious rush of the blood in their veins pounded in her ears, their erratic breathing impossibly loud to her sensitive hearing. When he grabbed her thigh, holding it there tight against him, she nearly buckled, had to pin her bottom lip beneath canines and bicuspids to keep from shamelessly begging.

As it was, even as he reluctantly let his hand slide away from her and took a step back, she had to tear her gaze away from him so as not to be even more tempted to tackle him to the ground.

Or the desk.

Or the bookshelf...

Shaking her head, she smoothed her hair with trembling fingers and seemed to notice that she was naked from the hips up. Leaning down, she fumbled with Sammy's sweater and pulled it back on over her head, tugging it down over her quickened chest and nervously fluttering stomach.

"We won't get another chance, will we? I mean, that other one, Khai? He won't let you leave his sight. We won't get to be alone. None of them will. It's... it's not allowed. And I doubt they'll let me keep sneaking you off just for my own enjoyment."

She pulled the museum coat back on slowly, thoughtfully. He was probably right, even though she didn't want it to be so.

Closing the distance between them again, she slipped a hand gently into his hair, urging his mouth back to hers for one last searing kiss, laced heavily with both desire and frustration.

Breaking it noisily, she licked the taste of him from her lips and met his eyes uncomfortably. "Let's look at these papers. I want to find out who this private collector is."

 

[dirtybusiness]

Something wasn't right. She could tell before he even looked back at the keypad. Her eyes snapped to Khai, full of narrowed warning, and then she felt a rush of cool air as the hood was whipped back over her head.

Now that her ears were uncovered, she crossed her arms over her chest, honing them both in towards the Director as she pinned him like a writhing bug beneath the cold fury of her glare.

He definitely had her attention with what he said next.

"Your mistress?"

One hand slipped through the opening in her coat, slinking over to the handle of the Khopesh where long fingers gripped with loose surety. She didn't want to take her eyes away from the Director or any of the doors, but she couldn't remember if Khai had any weapons.

She definitely hadn't noticed any when she was raking him over from head to toe. "Give me the sword, wretched minion, or I shall take it." Her voice was a sinuous, slippery hiss, those amber depths narrowing into fine slits.

Inwardly, she was grinning like a loon. I love it when things aren't easy...

 

[Ahren1]

Khai did not like the mood change of the Director one bit, and his hands curled into fists. What he felt he could do was minimal. He was not much of a fighter, especially not compared to Theo, but he wasn't about to run or just stand and watch something happen. It all happened very quickly as the man snatched the hood from his companion, revealing her nature. Khai's body crouched slightly as if he was ready to jump the man. He could at least do something, bite his throat, claw his eyes... but after a moment he realized that the man wasn't really attempting to hurt her.

The words he spoke next confused him most. His mistress? The tattoo he showed was of the Bast symbol, and one for the slaves. He was a slave? In this time? Was this another trick?

"As curious as I am of your mistress, i'm afraid there's no time. Please allow us to take the sword, and there will be no need for more confrontation..." He tried to calmly word and assist the situation... Of course he was still very worried about Sika, but it had lessened to a degree, and this new development was interesting enough as it was.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Enter.... Seshafi

She had been watching the children closely. Delightfully so, they were so eager to have that sword that they hadn't paid much attention to their surroudings. Poor souls... poor lost children so eager to trust.

Slithering from the shadows the figure had her sickle against Khai's neck almost instantly. He was unaware of his surroundings just as the other child of Bast. She sighed deeply disappointed, "And you call yourself a warrior. What if I were to attack, do you really believe you'd save your friend here?" she questioned smoothly. Her voice like liquid fire, warm and inviting yet it held an undertone of danger.

With Khai pressed against her she smiled wickedly over his shoulder her features still hidden from view. "Tell me kitten, what is on your mind? You seem quite distracted..." she questioned already knowing his ailments but wishing to toy with him just the same. "Do you want the sword so badly?" chuckling she smirked evilly watching Theo closely. "Ooooh... perhaps you are worried about your mate. No worries it would seem she has indulged herself in the human's company." She cooed sliding the cool metal of the sickle against his neck she played with the thought of actually cutting him, wanting to see the crimson liquid pour from his throat but it was not the time to play. She had matters to address and these kittens were perhaps a means to setting her plans in motion.

Slipping away from Khai to blend with the shadows she stood near the sword caressing the cool surface of the glass. "This sword how badly do you want it, Theoris?" She turned to look at the other no mirth in her voice, no smile on her face a straight question that left no room for hesitation.