The Curse and the Traveler's

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Max smiled as Skye's fingers interlaced with his. It felt nice just walking down the beach with her hand in hand. He especially enjoyed the slight losses of balance which would cause their hips to bump into each other.

"I used to climb up there all the time. You can't see it from here but about half way up there's a cave. It was the perfect hiding spot when the weather was bad or the beach was crowded."

Max said, "You don't have to hide from anyone now. And I doubt the weather will be anything other than perfect, unless you want it to be. But if you want to show me your cave, I would love to see it."

 

[caela]

Max said, "You don't have to hide from anyone now. And I doubt the weather will be anything other than perfect, unless you want it to be. But if you want to show me your cave, I would love to see it."

At his comment about the weather she grinning impishly up at him and the sky darkened while lightening danced across it and thunder rolled thick and heavy above them. She kept the rain at bay but she liked the play of light and noise above them as she started climbing. The first time she climbed the cliffs in a storm she'd been terrified. The rocks had been slick and wet and more than once she'd stopped just to make sure she had her grip right before continuing. Eventually though the path to her cave was so well known to her that she could have climbed it in her sleep and even the worst storms didn't frighten her any longer.

Turning her head to wink at Max over her shoulder she challenged him playfully, "Don't worry if you can't keep up love, just keep me in sight and you'll know the way."

 

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When the lightning stared Max was hardly surprised. He should have known better than to say something like that.

"Don't worry if you can't keep up love, just keep me in sight and you'll know the way."

With that Skye dropped his hand and began scampering up the cliffside. Max couldn't help watching her bottom as it moved upwards. He also enjoyed watching the smooth muscles in her legs working as she climbed upwards. Her feet were soon above Max's head and rising rapidly.

Max had some experience with climbing cliffs, but Skye clearly knew a good path to take. Although her holds were a bit closer together than would make for a comfortable climb for him. Trusting in the dreamlike reality they were currently in, Max decided to climb quickly on a parallel course. See if he couldn't beat her to the top, or rather the middle where the cave hid.

It was indeed dreamlike since the rough rock didn't abraid his bare feet or hands. They felt as sharp as normal rock, but it didn't hurt. Max pressed the pace and was soon only a couple of feet lower than Skye. He tried to be quiet about it, but he was pretty sure she knew he was close on her tail.

She gained even more ground and was soon to the entrance to the cave, Max gaining the entrance a few seconds later. He had the good grace to pretend to be breathing hard as he sat at the opening looking out over the water.

 

[caela]

Skye's laugh filtered down to Max as she felt him drawing near and put on a burst of speed. If she didn't know this cliffside as well as she did she wouldn't have dared go so fast even here in her own world but it was a climb she could make blindfolded and by the time Max reached the cave she was sitting quietly waiting for him. She grinned when he settled near the entrance and poked him in the ribs as he pretended to breath hard.

"If I'm not winded from that climb here neither are you silly goose. "

Shifting from where she say she stretched out and rested her head in his lap while staring out over hte ocean below. It was strange to think that she couldn't just wake up and actually come here anymore. It had been her sanctuary for so very long and now she simply didn't need it. It made the part of her that didn't like change a bit sad but mostly she was grateful that she no longer needed a place to hide.

Looking around for a moment she smiled as she saw that the bag she'd always kept here in reality was still here in her dream as well. Scooting away from Max she grabbed it and drew it close. Reaching into it she drew out a small, perfectly shaped, spiral shell. The outside was a soft shade of grey while the inside shimmered in that way that all shells had. When she was younger she'd thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen and it had always been precious to her. She wasn't surprised that it had followed her here.

Reaching out she took Max's hand in her own and pressed the shell into his palm, "I don't know if this will follow us into waking but this little shell was my most prized possession for a very very long time. I carries more of my secrets than anything else here because I used to just sit and stroke it's soft shell while I contemplated whatever had happened to me that day.

It's a part of me and I want you to have it Max. It's not magic but I'm hoping it will follow us into waking anyway."

She offered him a shy smile as she spoke. It was just a shell, such a paltry thing, especially when compared to what anyone in the palace could give him but it meant more to her than any expensive bauble and she hoped that would make it mean more to him as well.

 

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Max held the shell in the palm of his hand studying the spiral shape and turned the shell to look at the pearlescent interior. It seemed to glimmer faintly in the light. Max couldn't help but touch the interior thinking it would be wet but knowing it wasn't.

Max had never understood Skye's fascination with shells, it had seemed a cute hobby, but nothing more. From all the spying the brothers had done on Skye, he knew she would spend countless hours collecting them and looking at them and even holding them to her ear. His brother said it was so you could hear the ocean.

Holding the shell to his ear, Max listened closely to see if he could fear something. All he could hear at first was the strange sound a person always hears when covering their ear. It could be mistaken for the ocean Max thought. But as he listened he starting hearing Skye's voice whispering things. Some of it sounded like a little girl version of Skye.

Max looked at Skye, and she seemed almost nervous, wondering if Max liked her present. He looked down into her eyes, placed a hand on her cheek and said, "This is the most amazing gift anyone has given me. It is nearly as beautiful as you are." With that Max leaned down and kissed her. It was not a kiss of physical need, but emotional.

 

[caela]

He looked down into her eyes, placed a hand on her cheek and said, "This is the most amazing gift anyone has given me. It is nearly as beautiful as you are."

Skye smiled softly at his words, her eyes bright with joy that he liked her humble gift and when she saw his lips nearing hers she tipped her head to meet them. His kiss was gentle and she could feel the emotional need to be close almost as strongly as the physical one that they were now sleeping off.

Moving closer to him on the ledge she snuggled in against his body and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her head resting on his shoulder as their kiss broke. She was so comfortable and content with him, the thought that he might not be beside her always was more than she could bear. They had to find a way to break the curse so that her dream of him could come true.

As her thoughts turned to the furture and her mood shifted so did the weather. The thunder and lightening no longer danced playfully across the sky but crashed in earnest and rain started pouring down around them forcing them deeper into the cave.

 

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Max was surprised when the thunder picked up and it started to rain. He knew that she was no longer consciously controlling the weather, but that it fed from some inner turmoil.

They moved deeper into the cave, to be out of the pouring rain. Max sat with his legs crossed and motioned for Skye to sit on his lap. Soon she was on his lap, with her head against his shoulder. He gently stroked her hair and whispered comforting phrases into her ear. He had suspicions about what brought on her emotional turmoil and knew that there was nothing he could say that would alleviate her fears. He tried to project calm and happiness to her, but her emotions were powerful.

Finally, he decided distraction might work better, "Skye, did I mention that your bottom looked really good while you were climbing the cliff."

 

[caela]

SKye curled up in Max's lap and wrapped her arms protectively around him. She'd do whatever she could to keep him safe and with her forever. She wasn't going to lose him to some curse...not when she'd just found him. His murmured words of comfort helped but didn't alleviate her worry for him.

"Skye, did I mention that your bottom looked really good while you were climbing the cliff."

She couldn't help it, his comment was so unexpected that she started laughing. Hugging him tightly she grinned up at him and playfully nipped his lower lip.

"How ungentlmanly of you to look Maximillian!" she declared before snuggling closer and deliberatly rocking said bottom in his lap, teasing him with it while her eyes sparkled with mirth now. She wouldn't worry, the future would take care of itself.

 

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"Ow!" Max said as she bit his lip. Although he couldn't help grinning. He was glad to break her out of her mood. As she hugged him, he ran his hand through her hair, enjoying the silky feel on his fingers.

"How ungentlmanly of you to look Maximillian!"

As she wiggled her bottom against him, Max couldn't help himself. He moved one hand down to her bottom, rubbing it gently. "No Skye, it would have been ungentlemanly to do this." He gave one last caress before giving her a quick pinch on the bottom.

"Will you walk with me on the beach? Although you should probably turn down the fireworks outside."

 

[poohlive]

Nine times out of ten it was the same thing. Bruno knew it from the beginning, and hated every minute of it. When he took the girls into the back, there would be screaming and shouting, and every time Bruno would come up to the door and knock on it, softly enough to get his boss' attention.

Nine times out of ten the boss would just growl or yell to go away, as he continued his training for the new girl. Nine times out of ten he just clobbered her too hard or slapped her one too many times or things got a little rough.

This time, when he knocked on the door and there was no answer he knew it was that tenth time. He told Leroy to get out his gun, and they slammed against the door.

Despite it's metal framing, it bent and gave way to the big guys, as they plowed into the room. One tackled the girl, while the other looked down at his boss.

"You ok?" he checked for a pulse, sweet jesus there was so much blood.

"You better hope he's alive... if not we'll drop you out of the plane right here and now you fucking cunt."

Bruno shushed them both as he leaned down to his boss' chest.

"Boss..."

There was a weak mewling as blood came out of his mouth, "Fuck."

He was alive, weak and in pain, but alive.

"Boss, are you ok?"

'Tie her up, and land the plane, right now. I need a fucking doctor."

Bruno went to go find some rope while the other guy held her down.

"She's a filthy fucking bitch, but I'll deal with her, don't worry. Don't you worry none at all, sugar pie. We'll be good friends before long..."

The plane started its descent just as Bruno came back with rope and duct tape.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Serena was just about to touch the man when the two men banged the door down and were suddenly there. She recognized them from the party in Vegas and she trembled. Her feet had only gotten her so far before one of them was on top of her, pushing her into the chair that the man had been occupying earlier. His words were vile and ones she’d not heard before, but she knew they were vulgarities that were meant to shake fear into her. They did.

She struggled against the rope that was wrapped first around her right wrist and then her left. She received a slap across her face and a broken lip in the process. “Don’t hit her face, you fool,” Andrew Wellington, the Prince groaned.

Serena looked up at the man who had just struck her and soon her stomach felt the punch of a fist and she curled over in pain. She gasped for breath and felt her ankles bound to the chair. The other man had helped Wellington to a chair and soon they two brutes and the Prince were buckled in seats that were in a different part of the plane and Serena was left alone.

Her whole body was tense with both fear and pain. She struggled, but was not able to free her thin wrists or ankles. Her lip hurt and she sucked on the wound that the man’s hand had given her. She felt the fear of shock course through her and words of her captor came back to her. “David,” she whispered. Her thoughts went to her friend and she closed her eyes. Her body would heal quickly, she did not worry about herself, though her thoughts were on the man that was dead. This evil being had told her that David’s life was over.

Serena was alone in the big room and she let the thoughts of her friend consume her. The tears flowed hot down her cheeks and she sobbed. Her heart was crushed, her soul seemed dead and in its place was one of loneliness and heartache. This was her fault and she knew that David’s death was her fault too. She shivered with disgust over her actions. Why was she greedy? Why hadn’t she just been happy with her lot in life? She had gone and taken a handsome, vibrant man, and gotten him killed. She hoped they would kill her. She prayed they would. There would be no fairy rings, no magic seeds, no David, Skye, or Max. Serena had no one and for the first time in her life, she wished to die and remove herself from the burden that she was.

“David. . . my friend. . . my love. I’m sorry,” she whispered over and over. Her body swayed as she cried quietly.

The jerking of the plane and then the landing of it brought Serena out of her whispered words of love and apology and back to reality. She looked at the door of the room and waited for the evil to appear inside it.

 

[caela]

Skye yelped and laughed at the pinch to her bottom. Grinning at Max and his playfulness she snuggled closer against him and leaned in to nip his earlobe, "You're right that was very ungentlemanly of you!"

"Will you walk with me on the beach? Although you should probably turn down the fireworks outside."

Glancing out the opening of the cave she realized that the storm was still raging and quickly thought it away. Instead of the sun however as she cleared the clouds it was night and a heavy moon hung in the sky to light their way.

"I'd love to walk on the beach with you Max, I'll go anywhere with you."

 

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"I'd love to walk on the beach with you Max, I'll go anywhere with you."

Max helped Skye off his lap, and followed her from the cave. This time he took the oppurtunity to look down the front of her dress as she climbed, before starting down himself. He placed the shell in his shirt before descending, being careful with it.

Once on the beach again, Max put his arm around Skye's shoulder and felt her arm circle his waist. He placed a light kiss on her forehead before starting a stroll down the beach. Occasionally he would give her shoulder a squeeze or look over to her for a quick kiss.

 

[caela]

Strolling down the beach with Max was wonderful. His arm across her shoulders made her feel safe and protected and she was glad to wrap her own arms around his waist. The small kisses he pressed to her forhead, or when he caught her lips, left her feeling loved in a way she'd never known before. She was content to just stroll quietly with him and didn't feel the need to fill the silence with a bunch of nonsense.

Slowly drawing to a stop she waved her hand gently and the air before them shimmered, a door appearing before them seemingly out of nowhere. Looking up at Max she smiled warmly and squeezed him gently before asking, "Would you like to stay here or we could go to your place if you'd prefer? That's where the door leads."

 

[poohlive]

The doctor swept his forehead as he took another look at the extent of the injuries. He had not asked many questions, this was the kind of doctor who did not ask too many questions. He was a problem solver on call, and for the right price he just cleaned up the mess and went home.

This particular doctor was on call for the Prince, and had expected a battered and bruised girl to fix up. He had seen more than his fair share of women who needed fixing with Andrew. Seeing him like this, made the doctor smile on the inside. One of the girls got back, good for her.

"It's not soo bad," He said, as he finally took a good look at Andrew, "Mostly superficial. This will heal in a matter of days."

Andrew gave a meaningless grunt as blood bubbles spewed from his nose.

"I want her finger," He said, hissing, trying his best to articulate himself. He had a missing tooth, and it almost came out, "I wan er inga..."

"Yeah boss," Bruno nodded, taking out his knife, "We'll get it."

He went back to the back room, looking up at the girl.

"You know, it's ok if you scream," He said, bending down, his knife glinting in her eyes.

 

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"Would you like to stay here or we could go to your place if you'd prefer? That's where the door leads."

Before Max could answer, or step through the door, he suddenly found himself... elsewhere.

Skye was still with him, but he was in an entirely unfamiliar place. It was a forest, the ground between the trees was soft under his bare feet. It was a very tranquil place and there were animal noises coming from somewhere out of sight. The only thing that put Max on edge was the slight mist that hung in the air. In many ways it felt like the fog, except without the sense of danger.

Max could feel Skye clinch him at the unexpected transition. Max hugged her and rubbed her arm gently. He almost said: don't be afraid, but the very words would have told her there might be something to be afraid of.

"You two should not be here." The voice seemed to come from all around them, but also felt very close. The woman's voice had a strange lilt and an ancient accent. "Your days ahead are going to be trying, and you need all the rest you can get. Visiting the dream world is as taxing on your mind and body as being awake. Now sleep my children..."

As the strange place seemed to fade around him, Max thought he heard the sad voice say, "Set me free, Prince Maximillian..."

 

[caela]

Skye blinked in surprise as the scenery around them suddenly changed. The forest they found themselves in was lovely and radiated a sense of peace but Skye was distrustful of the sudden change. This wasn't her place and it wasn't Max's and despite the sense of peace around them she didn't know whose place it was and that made her wary.

Her grasp around Max tightened and she was grateful for his drawing her tighter against him and his hand rubbing her arm was calming. Turning her face up to his she smiled softly up to him in thanks for his comfort.

"You two should not be here." The voice seemed to come from all around them, but also felt very close. The woman's voice had a strange lilt and an ancient accent. "Your days ahead are going to be trying, and you need all the rest you can get. Visiting the dream world is as taxing on your mind and body as being awake. Now sleep my children..."

That voice! Skye recognized it and smiled. It belonged to the woman from her vision. It was warm and even while it chastized it was caring and concerned. Before she could respond to it the forest around them faded and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She did scream. It was over before Serena really had time to register what was happening. She’d seen the glint of the knife, heard his words, and for a moment was confused by what he meant. Her wrists had been bound so though she screamed and begged, curled her fingers into tight fists, the man still took what he wanted and then wrapped a towel over her wound. She passed out then. In her mind she was with her mother and father. She was just a little girl, lost and alone. She’d been playing hide-and-seek with the twins and they had gotten her lost in the maze. Her father had found her, her mother soon was by her side as well. . . the boys were made to apologize and then they were forced to spend two weeks making sure Serena knew every possible exit out of the maze.

The plane lifted off again, unbeknown to Serena, she was still lost in a wonderful dream. Though this one was not from the throbbing pain in her hand. The doctor had come in and forced her back to reality. He’d been allowed to see her while Andrew made a few phone calls. He didn’t say much to her, just roused her enough to tell her she’d not feel anything after awhile and he whispered to her that she was the bravest woman he’d ever met. Then he’d given her a shot and she slipped to the realm where nothing could bother her. While she slept he cleaned up the cut and closed off the wound, then he pressed a fatherly kiss on her forehead and left her.

He left her and returned to Andrew. “I’d say lay off marring her, if you want her to be worth anything in the future. The cut wasn’t clean, so I took care of that. I’ve left your medication by the bed and the girl will be out until you land.”

He nodded his head goodbye, took the envelope full of bills and stuffed it into his coat. Unexpected calls were always so much more profitable when they fell on days he was with his wife. The doctor left the plane, the image of Serena burned in his mind. A brave woman, though she seemed lost inside and wasn’t sure how to get out.

The plane landed and Serena stayed in her little cocoon of drug-induced sleep. Her thoughts focused on Skye and Max as well as David. Her mind moved over the years she lived as a child playing and frolicking with them in the ponds. She thought of how handsome the boys were becoming, dreamed of dancing with them, learning the proper steps. When she felt the ropes being pulled away she awoke with a start and was pulled up against the largest man’s chest.

“Time to go sweetie,” he said. His mouth moved over her ear and he whispered against it. “We have so many things to show you,” he bit the skin under her ear and then pushed her toward the door.

She followed the other man and then noticed the man from the party, his face battered and bruised, staring at her. Her lip trembled, but something told her to not show him fear, because that was what he craved. She instead said nothing, only turned her head proudly and walked down the stairs that took her to the tarmac. Her eyes grew wide as she looked upon another set of jets as well as what she would eventually learn was a helicopter.

Her hand was no longer hurting and she knew it was her body healing her as best it could, though she would never be right again. She swallowed her pride and shook off her despair. She didn’t really care right now. . . she was alone and would have to find a way to escape her captors.

 

[poohlive]

By the time David's plane touched down, he was given some good news. The three hours had been made up, more or less. The other plane touched down somewhere, to refuel or something, and they were now almost on top of each other.

When the plane landed he was eagerly getting out, trying his best to find the other plane, where he needed to go. Customs agents stopped him as he saw the plane deboarding, saw them carrying something.

"No, that's her! She's right there! SERENA!!!"

Big guys with blue suits and arms like overstuffed sausages took him into the airport, his last glimpse of those fucking bafoons were them piling into a limo. He himself being piling into a detainee room, here two men from immigration began asking him questions.

There were two things wrong with this situation. One, he had no passport, no legal I.D. of any kind, no way of saying he was even from this world, let alone this country. And two? He didn't have enough money to bribe these guys. It wouldn't have done any good, anyway. They were already being bribed pretty good themselves. Andrew and his father owned this country, which meant they owned anyone who had a badge, anyone that held authority.

They were holding him though, with little chance of getting out, and even less of saving Serena. His only backstep had been 3 hours behind, and he had made that up, but now he was here... as good as being back in Vegas, for all he knew.

Damnit!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Serena never heard the sound of her name being called she was to busy trying not to get into the long black car. She was pushed in, this time left untied. She saw the man who told her his name was Andrew, but since they were going to be friends she could call him Andy. She shivered as she saw his eyes rake over her body. He was still in pain, but obviously not as much as he had been. She was pressed between the two body guards and Andrew sat across from her.

He placed a hand on her knee and slowly walked it up her leg. The robe he’d placed on her after they had untied her was soon scooted away. Her sex was exposed to him and Serena felt the embarrassment of being on display like one of the cheap wenches that were constantly throwing themselves at David and Max. She bit her lip when she thought of David and his death.

“Nice,” the man said. Serena pushed her legs together and the man only nodded to the two associates. They grabbed her legs and each one pulled the other one apart. “Leave it open, bitch,” he growled.

A series of hot tears flowed down her cheeks as she tried to bury her face in her shoulders. The car ride seemed to take forever as they meandered through the streets of the city, until they came to the palace. The limo pulled down the long drive and when it stopped Serena felt another wave of fear roll through her.

“Take her to my rooms and have one of the girls get her cleaned up and presentable,” he told the men.

Serena watched him leave and was dragged to a room that was full of gaudy statues and figurines. In the center was a semi-circle couch that faced a screen on the wall. The screen was black but when it was on she would eventually watch the acts that were performed on the women that Andrew Wellington found to his liking. She was pushed into the arms of another person, this time a woman that was older than her that bore a few scars on her wrist, long slashes that Serena feared were the same kind that some of the mentally questionable on her planet often made.

She was told to bath and then cuffed repeatedly as she was forced to admit she was unsure how everything worked in the large elaborate shower.

 

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Max awoke as the sky outside the window just started to lighten. He took in the familiar surroundings of his bedroom, and it took a moment to realize that Skye was lying on him. Her cheek was resting on his chest with her hair arrayed out, covering his shoulder and hers. Her hips lay partially on his hip and partially on the bed, with her legs straddling his right leg. He could feel her sex against his leg, which made his leg twitch thinking of the night before.

He slid his hand down from the middle of her back to her bottom. He trailed his fingers down her spine and toward her bottom. He felt the small bump as each vertibrae passed under his finger, getting closer together and smaller as he went. As he delved down between her cheeks the skin grew warmer. His middle finger continued downward as his others fanned out on either side. He felt her skin crinkle under his finger and realized just what it had passed over. For some reason it hadn't occured to him that girls had those too. He felt incredibly naive, but allowed his finger to travel further. Sliding along to the bottom of her sex, which was warm, moist and inviting. He could feel his finger slide into her with hardly any pressure.

Suddenly Max felt bad. He was taking advantage of her while she slept. He didn't feel so bad as to remove his finger, but did bend down to give her forehead a kiss and say, "Good morning, princess" into her ear.

 

[caela]

"Good morning, princess"

Max's voice drew her up through the layers of sleep and into wakefulness. Looking up at him she smiled softly as she took in the fact that she was in his room and wrapped around his body. The warmth of his skin against hers was so inviting that she sought to snuggle in closer and it was then she realized that he had slid a finger into her while she slept. Stopping all movement she simply relished the feel of his holding her so intimatly and smiled up at him.

"Good morning my prince," she said softly with emphasis on 'my' making it clear that she wasn't about to let him go. "So what did you have in mind for today love?" she asked while rocking her hips slightly to press them against the hand pressed to her sex, letting him know what she wanted the answer to be.

 

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Max felt Skye's body reacting to the finger that he had inside of her. He could feel her moistening around his finger and feel the walls of her sex clamping on the invader. He gave his finger a little wiggle inside of her before giving her upturned face a little kiss.

"Well, we are going to have to pack for Vegas, and finalize our plans for the trip. Do you think you are healthy enough to go?" Max continued working his finger inside of her as he spoke. "You feel pretty healthy to me," he added with a slight increase in pressure.

"Also, you have to meet with Quint and go over the heraldry and what sort of uniforms you want your squire and eventually your servants to be wearing." Max continued talking while manipulating her sex. His other hand gently stroked her back and side, with the thumb occasionally running along the side of her breast.

"And you are going to have to spend considerable time with the Queen. She hasn't been travelling since she married father, and she has never been to your world. So you will have to help her with common customs."

Max felt something hard against the elbow that wasn't busy playing with Skye. He reached down, while continuing the movements of his finger. He lifted the shell that Skye gave him in the dream and held it between their faces. "And you will have to help me find a place for this."

 

[caela]

Skye listened as Max spoke and knew he was right. All of what he mentioned needed to be done but with his finger teasing her sex and the light caress of his other hand on her side, and the occassional brush of his thumb to her breast, she found it hard to concentrate on any one thing he mentioned. It all just sort of filtered in one ear and out the other...she knew she was going to have to make him repeat most of it.

"And you will have to help me find a place for this."

A soft purring filled her throat at the sight of the shell. She hadn't known if it would make the trip into the waking world or not and was glad to see that it had. Reaching up she ran her fingertips lightly along the gentle swirling of the outside while it rested in his palm.

"The night table just there by the bed for now Max. Right now I need you," she said softly and her hips rolled against his hand once more leaving no doubt about what she needed. She'd agreed not to fully consumate their relationship but she wanted him desperatly and if he continued teasing her she wouldn't be responsible for her actions.

"We're picking up condoms in Vegas," she growled softly when his finger slid against a particularly sensitive spot. Reaching down she held his wrist still for a moment so that he finger had to continue stroking it, "Yessssssss, right there Max," she purred.

Reaching down between them her fingers curled around his length and began to stroke him gently in time with the movement of his finger inside of her seeking to bring him the same pleasure he brought her.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Marissa

Marissa Adams walked into the small room where the man calling himself David sat. She raised a brow and took in his appearance and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She’d been called in because according to this man a friend of his had been taken, she however wasn’t supposed to know any of this, she was simply an American immigration officer that was supposed to send him on a plane back to the US and if she had to she would have to accompany his ass out of the country and make sure he didn’t come back. She couldn’t do that though. She needed to see what he knew about the man that supposedly had his girlfriend and then she’d let him go.

She pulled a chair out from under the table and sat down. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders and her glasses were perched high on her nose. Her green eyes showed the tiredness she had tried to rub away and her muscles still ached from the position she had taken when she fell asleep in the chair back at her apartment. She’d been working a lot of hours on the Wellington fiasco and was hoping to get the proof of his underground slavery operation.

“Hello David,” Marissa said with a smile. “I understand you need a trip back home to the good ol’ USA? What brought you over here in such a hurry?” she asked. She pulled out some papers and a pen from her briefcase and started to write a few things on the top, then pushed the papers to David.

“After you give me your reason for showing up here without any identification at all, which I assume you had to bribe your way onto that flight in the first place, I’ll send you ass home and the officials there can handle you. So. . .what was so exciting about this hell hole that you just had to get here.”