Old McDonald had a goat? – GS.

 

The fluffy alien with an insatiably curious mind was causing all sorts of chaos, as the four tried to answer her questions.  Of course, the guys had other more pressing matters to attend to.  The package that had the dirt on the Commander for one.  Would Frank use it in a bid to clear his name?  Read on and find out.

Scene setting – Elissa’s apartment : Gantz Series.

Co-written with Temp, Chor and VunG.

 

Temp:  Xillia looked back and forth between the humans as they reacted to her little ‘show’. The explanations that she received about breasts were very interesting to say the least, and more or less made perfect sense. It seemed as though human males were quite fond of these things, which was also common among her people. She couldn’t help but smile as she analyzed Frank and Tommy’s reactions to her exposure. “I see! So they are important among you as well! I’m glad mine are to your liking!” Of course, she didn’t quite understand that any of these humans were ‘romantically involved’ with each other. In fact, she didn’t even know what romance was. Breeding was a common practice among her people, but love and things of that nature weren’t really present. From her perspective, if two beings found each other desirable for procreation then they would engage in a mating ritual. She didn’t expect that from these humans though, as they seemed to already both have mating partners. “I wonder what it would be like to mate with a human…am I too large for that?” Probably. It was unfortunate that it was an experience she would likely miss out on, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. “Well, never mind that…I’m grateful for the information you’ve shared with me.” She bowed her head towards them all in a sign of appreciation. There was still a great deal that she wanted to learn about the humans and their culture, but there was no need to rush.

 

Chor:  Despite her best efforts, it seemed Isolde still was the odd one out – continuously proving she wasn’t quite capable of functioning in society without making a fool of herself. She bit down on her tongue. For most of the rest of the conversation she focused solely on running her fingers along and scoping out the terrain of her left clavicle, the bone jagged where she’d been injured a few years back. When it seemed the conversation was dying down, Isa chimed in once more.

Also, they are not only for ogling by suitors; many females utilize them to feed their young,” she spoke, a little more reserved than the original vigor of her earlier statement. She was glad to be able to be the one providing information for this alien species who was so very interested in human nature. It was almost an honor. No one has done this before; that has been recorded…

It’s my pleasure.

VunG:  The guys’ reactions were… well Elissa couldn’t say what she’d expected, but they sure as heck weren’t too far out of the ordinary. Frank’s reaction was… well pretty much what she’d imagine a horny Frank to look like: goofy, inelegant, and comically ridiculous. As for Tommy though, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as he struggled between the alien’s huge knockers and eventually settled on hers, assuring her that hers were ‘perfect.’ It got a smile out of her, and while it was kind of silly that he was struggling between her and a twelve foot tall fluffy alien, she knew that men had pretty bad times trying not to look at anything that shoot a rack their way. Reaching across the table, she grabbed a napkin and wiped at his nose, giving him a coy grin before turning her attention back to the alien.

Jeeze, this thing was freaking relentless wasn’t she? That alien just seemed absolutely obsessed with the idea of mating–were her kind hedonistic or something? Of course, then came the subject of mating with a human, and the first thing that came to mind was a phrase that would probably be a little too mean to the boys to even write out, a snort escaping her followed by a silent laugh. However… she had an idea. After nodding her agreement with Isolde’s comment and smiling her own silent ‘happy to help,’ she got up from her chair and went over to the fridge, looking around until she found a hot dog. Then wrote down her message and brought one of the sausages over to the alien, placing it in front of her along with the note. ~If something this size would be too small for you, you’ll probably be disappointed. That, and you might crush the poor guy.~ Hot dog down a hallway, folks. Hot dog down a hallway.

 

Razorbackwriter:  
While Tommy’s cheeks went a dark shade of red over the fact he had a nose bleed at the worst possible time, Frank was now guffawing like there was no tomorrow. Talk about Goofy on steroids. If it wasn’t the fluffy Princess asking if she would be too large to mate with, it was Elissa putting it pretty plainly that she would be way too big for the likes of a mere human male.

“Our penises are a fair size….but…you know. They might get lost.” Frank managed to get out. “But…yeah, I think we might be biting off more than we can chew.”

The detective had to take his hanky out of his pocket to try and wipe away the tears that now stained his cheeks. It took him a good few minutes to reign in his laughter, all the while, Tommy was trying to look anywhere, but at the fluffy Princess. It was all a bit too much.

The reporter then remembered the package on the coffee table. This was probably the worst time to hand it over, especially after Frank had been laughing and enjoying Fluffy’s antics. Getting up from the table, he went over and scooped up the evidence, including the pictures and the DVD of him at Madame Rose’s club. Knowing that Elissa would be watching, he said on passing. “He needs to see these. Probably better if he does so later though. I don’t want Fluffy getting the wrong idea…you know?”

Course, they both knew what the pictures were of.

“Frank. I got some compromising material on the Commander via…..a source. It might be your ticket to stopping him from standing in the way of your investigations of Rory.”

Frank completely stopped laughing and looked at the package before taking it off Tommy’s hands.

“What is it?” Genuinely curious.

“Let’s just say…..the Commander should be called “Old McDonald loved his goat….ei ie ei ie ooh.”

Frank unzipped the package and took out just one of the photos. It was all that he needed to see.

“Woah. That’s fucked up.”

He offered the picture to Isolde for her opinion. This would be scandalous and career damaging to say the least.

 

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~RB~

 

Temp:  The size of the ‘hot dog’ that was shown to her was not very impressive. The males of her kind were definitely much larger. Crushing a human would also be bad. Xillia was a bit upset that the prospect of mating with a human was not likely to go down well, but she wouldn’t let it keep her down. “I see…that’s unfortunate.” No mating with humans it seemed. After all the last thing she wanted to do was be disappointed with a humans performance, and she definitely didn’t want to crush one. It would just have to remain a possibility. The new topic that the humans were talking about didn’t make much sense to her, but that made her all the more curious. “What is a…Old McDonald? What does fucked up mean? What’s a goat?” Her tail was wiggling like crazy as she plopped out question after question. More things to learn! MORE THINGS TO LEARN!

 

Chor:  Isolde blinked as Elissa disappeared to the kitchen; having no idea of what she could need there. What she produced though, was enough to send Isolde reeling. She burst into laughter; covering her mouth with a dainty hand. The alien didn’t seem all too pleased about this and her face showed Isolde that their anatomy was far less sizable. When she was able to calm herself, Isa added, “…and that’s being generous.

The mood in the next moment was completely changed; it was serious. The very air in the room thickened as Tommy produced an envelope, one which was stole from his hands after stating something about the Commander. The thought of putting that insufferable cock in his place brought a little more joy to Isa’s day and she imagined what it could be that they’d found. What she saw, though, she was in no way prepared for. Was that a goat? A goat. It was most definitely a goat. Now, Isolde has seen many things in her profession of choice. Men reduced to ground beef, disembodied parts of all origins, or even people from whom the skin has been peeled away. This, however, she could not stomach. Her gag reflex toyed with her, producing bile which she promptly left the table to dispose of in the nearest trash can, along with the amazing breakfast she’d shared with Frank before all this mess occurred.

What…” sentences were attempted, but nothing followed as she wiped her face with a wet paper towel and trashed that too. Sitting back down relieved a little of the nausea. The Commander had recently been gotten married…Isa was sure of it, but he…with goats..and…

There was nothing else to think about. This man was so fucked up even Isa couldn’t fathom it.

VunG:  Oh good God, what had Elissa done? All the laughter from her comment was actually kind of overwhelming–she had meant it as a joke, but holy cow she really had sent the room into hysterics. Well, guess she’d best own it. As Isolde added her two cents, she promptly snickered and nodded agreeably and struggling not to fall into the same degree of laughter as the others were. It was clear the alien didn’t quite understand what was so funny, but at least she got the point that humans were a touch tiny for her tastes.

Of course, the joy was sucked out a bit when Tommy realized that it would probably be a bad idea if the alien saw those pictures. She’d think that they found interspecies relations acceptable, or maybe that spying was okay, neither of which were even remotely true. That said, she had been hoping to hold off on actually showing Frank what it was, and as he went to grab it she internally cringed as she realized that this might get very quickly out of hand if Frank was a little too vocal on it. As it was Tommy’s comment had her palm on her forehead within seconds, letting out a sigh as she tried not to laugh at that.

The alien, for her part, clearly wasn’t stupid, and picked up pretty quickly that there was something going on. Sighing again, she quickly wrote down a response. ~In order. Old MacDonald is an old children’s song, ‘fucked up’ usually means that something is very wrong or disgusting (which is the case here), and a goat is a four-legged critter about two-thirds our size often used for milk, meat, and occasionally fur. You’d be best off not knowing what’s in there, but if you MUST, know that it’s very abnormal~ As she was writing that, she would be taken off-guard by the sound of retching, and would see poor Isolde puking into a trash can. Well, at least she’d made it to the trashcan. Handing the note off, she then gave Isolde a few pats on the back and got her some paper towels to wipe her mouth off, and once she stopped heaving she began filling a glass of water for her. Apparently she had a weaker gag stomach than Elissa–ironic considering the work she did but, meh, Elissa used to be the one putting people in the morgue.

 

Razorbackwriter:  
Frank’s initial reaction was one of shock and revulsion. Here was the top cop in the city doing unspeakable things to a domesticated farm animal. In a club no less. The detective’s eyes narrowed as he studied the photographs further, trying to work out just where he had seen the curtains in the image before. It was familiar in an odd way. That alone sent shivers through him. Isolde was not able to hide her disgust. She was up and over at the trash can basically bringing up her breakfast. Who could blame her? Elissa was quick to go and tend to Isolde, while Frank was deep in thought now. This package of photographs, and what looked to be a surveillance DVD was dynamite in the wrong hands. After everything the Commander had done to stand in the way of Frank’s investigations, and also the latest shooting death of the mobster back off the alley near where Rory was taken, this now shined a light on just how fucked up the Commander really was. Wasn’t he just married to some mail order bride from Honkers?

With the alien still asking a lot more questions, which seemed to be endless, Frank started to stuff the photographs back into the envelope that they came in. First things first. He had to ask.

“Okay Tommy, where did you get these?”

Tommy hadn’t been forthcoming with this information in front of Elissa before now, and he slowly rose to standing. You could see he was uncomfortable with being asked this in front of the others. Especially, Elissa.

“Remember Madame Rose Li?”

Frank nodded slowly. “Yeah, really creepy lady that was involved with your brother before…” His voice trailed off as he could see Tommy’s face changing. Just talking about that, was bringing back memories he rather not forget. Tommy took the lap top up off the table and closed it slowly. “She was at my office at work. They, and I assume she means the mob are more than aware of who killed Joey Patone. They know that the Commander is trying to fit you up for it.” He stared down at the parcel in Frank’s hands. Tommy now wondered just what Frank was going to do with it.

“So…heh…you’re telling me, that the mob are trying to help a cop?” That…in itself didn’t make any sense. The reporter looked uneasy as he dragged his fingers through his hair. “I think the Commander is more of a danger to them then you are. For some reason. I guess this was an insurance policy to shut him up.”

It was starting to look very much that way. Now the question was, would Frank use it?

Frank bundled up the papers, and then turned to face Isolde. He knew what he had to do, but didn’t want her involved.

“I’ve gotta go. You stay here with….Xillia.” Dragging along the alien on this very private mission was a bad idea. “I’m tired of being the scapegoat. I need to end this.”

Not waiting for her reply, he kissed her lips softly, before grabbing his coat and making his way to the door. Tommy pretty much knew this was going to happen, but he also had to go to work. “I’ll come downstairs with you.” The reporter felt bad about leaving Elissa and Isolde with the fluffy princess, but both men had things to do. Interviewing Xillia had to wait.

Tommy grabbed his sports bag, and seemed to forget everything about the promises of dinner. He had someone he needed to see.

Madame Rose.

 

~RB~

 

Temp:  Xillia turned her gaze towards the different humans as they spoke and mentally documented their words and explanations. All four of these humans were interesting in her eyes, and she found that she enjoyed their company. She still didn’t understand what they were really talking about, nor what the pictures contained, but it didn’t bother her. Her tail happily wiggled back and forth as her eyes wandered about the room in curiosity. There were so many strange things on Earth that she simply wanted to grab and examine, like these humans! Though from what she had gathered they probably wouldn’t like being picked up and examined like dolls. She watched as the two male humans started to get up and leave, and tilted her head very far to the side as she watched one of the males press his face against one of the females. “Oooooh! What was that?!” She shouted as the males exited the room, and then scurried over to Elissa, who she got very close to. She even leaned down somewhat close like Tommy had to her. “Was was that thing you two did? What is the purpose? Is it healthy? Does it feel good? Do you do that anywhere else? Can I try?!” Her eyes were probably sparkling like diamonds right now as she stared at Elissa in a crazed state of curiosity.

 

Chor:  Everything was a whirlwind. Isolde was barely aware of the conversation and motion of people around her, but something serious- a sort of plan you might say- was silently happening in the room. There was an uneasiness roiling in her now empty stomach, and not for that reason. There was something about the way eyes glanced around the table and sentences were formed in intense fashions that told Isolde that it was going down; immediately. Frank had come to a standing position and was speaking with Tommy about some mob contact. It wasn’t surprising, really, considering how much fucked up shit had already happened in the past 24 hours. When it comes to the mob, your common enemy makes you a foe…until you become necessary for disposal. Claura often had worked with mob contacts in Vice as many of the girls had contracts with the many families seated deep within the city. She’d told stories, mostly just simple things that she could mention without reprimand, but Isa knew not to meddle with those kinds of people. Frank was leaving? A blink, her mouth opening for protest, closed and reopened her eyes swiftly as he looked to her.

But-” there were no words she could think of that she’d rather say than experience what happened next. As his lips made first contact, a dark hunger turned the hornets in her stomach to butterflies. If he had not so soon left her, she didn’t imagine she would be able to resist continuation of this kiss. Her eyes searched his and in them saw nearly the same sort of determination and desperation that she’d noticed when she followed him from the pizza place. It was so frightening to see, her breath caught. Frank was leaving. Was he coming back? With no one to be there for him, would he fare as well as the last time he ventured into the night seeking redemption? Isolde’s bone-white fingers curled into her palms, pressing her nails dangerously into them. Even after he left, she did not speak. Xillia was reinvigorated, asking more questions than Isolde was even prepared to answer. She could do naught. Swallow. Blink. Breathe.

 

VunG:  Elissa would look up from tending to poor Isolde with a raised eyebrow as the men talked about their needs for work. It still concerned her that Tommy had a connection within the friggin’ mob and that they were playing some sort of political game with those murderers. Still, it was what they had to go on, and the fact that the mob was even interested told her that the bastard probably already worked for them and they were just trying to get some loyalty points with someone else. Having a detective on your payroll would be valuable–not that she expected Frank to go that far, but that was probably the thought. That all said, the look on Tommy’s face when his brother came up made her curious, and while she didn’t bother asking at the moment, she made sure to log it away.

Eventually the guys made to leave, and she would make sure to give Tommy a hug before he took off, nodding to the request to keep an eye on Fluffy. Granted, she didn’t know what all she could do in that regard, but she’d give it a shot. The sight of Frank kissing Isolde threw her for a loop, but like she’d been thinking throughout this whole thing–it was none of her business. Sighing, she gave them a gesture halfway between a wave and a salute, mouthing ‘godspeed’ to them as the door closed behind them.

And then the moment she turned around she had an alien filling the entirety of her vision. So many friggin questions! And of course she wanted to kiss because apparently it was something new to her–friggin’ wonderful. Sighing, she stepped back from the alien a bit and pulled out the notepad again and began writing a response… knowing full well that this was going to be a very long day… and that she would probably have to explain some things to her since Frank and Isolde hadn’t. As she wrote though, she noticed the look on Isolde’s face, and realized that there was probably something going on beyond Frank and her being in a relationship. Sighing, she finished the note and handed it to the alien before heading over to Isolde, touching her on the shoulder and looking her in the eye, a concerned expression on her face, trying to silently convey that she was checking if she was alright. As for the note… ~Clearly those two didn’t tell you much. I’ll answer as many questions I can, though I’m going to need something bigger than this notepad to do that. Let me check on Isolde, she looks pretty rattled, then I’ll get a notebook and sit down with you, okay?~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.” – GS.

With an alien interviewing our four humans about sex, things were bound to get a bit interesting.  It was their reactions that left some red faced…others with a blood nose.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Co-written with Chor, Temp and VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With all that was going on, and everyone speaking at different intervals with their own pieces of the puzzle, plus some unwanted attention from inquisitive alien fluffy thing, Tommy forgot what he was. The reporter side of him would have been scribbling down everything being said, including the incredulous tale of the alien and how Isolde and Frank happened to meet her. Instead, however, he felt Elissa’s hand rest on his. Just by this subtle movement beneath the table was enough to take Tommy’s attention off the others in the room, and focus on the girl at his side. He could see in her eyes that there were traces of fear. It was unmistakable. The last thing Tommy ever wanted Elissa to feel, was like that when in his company. This really brought out the protective streak in the reporter, and he showed her that same smile he had earlier, as though he didn’t want her to forget that he was here for her….and her alone. A light squeeze of her thigh would also let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere. Work…could wait.

But back to the trio with their apologies, and stories. First of all, Frank – who was looking like a kid in a lolly shop every time he glanced at the fluffy tail that was swinging back and forth behind Princess Xillia. Tommy was still mad at Frank, and even more annoyed that he would even consider taking his life.

“You’ve got a son, man. That kid needs a father. Don’t ever do something so selfish like that ever again.”

“Tommy…”

“No, you should have told Elissa why you were going, the fact Isa called you. Not leave her hanging like you did.” There was a gruffness in his voice, as you could clearly see, that he didn’t like Elissa being upset, and she had made that abundantly clear.

“Elissa….Tommy. Really, I am sorry. My head was in the wrong place.”

“It was firmly wedged up your arse.”

“Point taken.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment, before you could see that they had an understanding. Hell, Tommy would walk across fire for his friend, but he cared for Elissa too much to not want to make it plain that he thought Frank needed to grow up. Or at least start taking responsibility for his actions. He’d been babied long enough over Rory.

While Tommy read Frank the riot act, he may not have noticed but the detective was moving closer to Isolde. At one point he put his arm around her and he almost looked embarrassed when she tried to take the fall for what really was his fault. He really couldn’t fault her. To him, Isolde was perfect. Even if she was wearing Missy’s hoody. She sure as hell rocked the white soccer shorts a lot better too. Frank even leaned back to check that ass again, only to draw back fast and then smile at her, like…“No…I wasn’t just checking out your tush.”

Once Elissa explained more about how they met Xillia, or Princess Fluffy as he liked to call her, Frank nodded enthusiastically. “She’s more friendly than my ex mother’n’law’s cat. Though…I don’t quite get her interest in you two having sex again.” Frank then realized what he had said, and his face when beetroot red, as Tommy glared at him menacingly.

“I swear….I don’t know how she knew. Not like you guys reek of it. I mean….sure we saw the big pash when we arrived.”

“FRANK!”

“And….time for me to shut up.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, but then he noticed Elissa was pinching herself. Wondering if this was all a dream. He leaned in and said. “This is too weird to not be a dream, El.” The reporter glanced at the Kitty girl who was again hopeful for an encore. He just shook his head. Not in a million years would he ever entertain the idea of having an audience. What he and Elissa had was so very new and to him, very private.

With Elissa presenting on paper what she wanted to say about how she understood that the two – Frank and Isa just so happened to stumble upon the Fluffy Princess with voyeuristic tendencies. Elissa used bigger words, but everyone got the guest of it. Frank nodded slowly, still trying not to put his foot in his mouth again. He’d done quite enough of that. As the note went around with her introduction, Tommy coughed slightly and added. “Tommy Xo. I’m Elissa’s boyfriend.” he shot Elissa a quick look followed by a wink, then back at all the others. “It’s official as of now.”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Xillia continued to bounce her eyes back and forth between the four humans curiously. Some of their phrases didn’t quite make sense to her, but she tried her best to understand them. Everything she had learned about humans was clearly not sufficient. She hoped that these humans would be kind enough to help her understand. The one thing that was making her confused was the woman named Elissa’s method of communication. Unlike the other humans she had encountered who spoke their words, Elissa wrote hers down. Why was that? And why were these two males being so rude to each other? What is a boyfriend? HOW DO HUMANS MATE!? It was all so frustrating! There were so many things she wanted to know, and so many things she wanted to see. “I’m pleased to meet you all. I do hope that I’m not being an inconvenience.” She knew that she had interrupted Tommy and Elissa’s mating ritual, but she hoped they wouldn’t hold it against her. “I am very interested in learning all about you humans, and am especially curious as to how you breed! Can I perhaps witness it? Examine your bodies? I mean, do your methods mirror mine? Do you have the same parts as me? Ohhh…I’m so very curious!” Why was she so curious about how humans ‘got it on’? Well, it had to do with the fact that mating was a celebrated thing among her people, and was a big part of the culture. So it was natural for her to have that sort of thing on her mind. Though, these humans probably wouldn’t understand.

 

VunG:  Elissa wouldn’t bother attempting to communicate as Tommy tore into Frank, or at least let him know what he thought of his intents and gave voice to her own concerns. The most she did was nod meaningfully to the child and ‘firmly wedged up your arse’ bits, managing to strangle off a smirk at that thought. Hopefully the detective got the point between their comments and concern… because while she was still mad as hell with him, she also still cared about him and hoped that he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

Of course, just as she thought that, she noticed that Frank seemed to be putting on the moves with Isolde. She didn’t mind the fact that he was doing it so much as she found the timing wildly inappropriate… well then again Tommy and she just fucked while there was blackmail material on their table so she supposed she wasn’t one to judge. Still, they were smack in the middle of a knock-down, drag-out meeting. With… a perplexingly horny “alien.” Yeah, unlike Tommy she wasn’t quite as put-off by Frank’s mentioning it, but she definitely found herself frowning as she tried to figure out what to do about fluffy there. Because she wasn’t acting like she was actually perverted, or at least near as she could tell, more like a really over-excited puppy trying to find out what its owners were up to. Didn’t make it any less awkward to think about, her cheeks still red as she realized how badly they’d been caught and how much maneuvering they’d need to do to wiggle out of the alien’s grasp. Tommy’s comment about it being a dream certainly got traction on her, and she scoffed a little in response, but wouldn’t show any special response until Tommy’s proclamation of them being a couple. Despite how sudden it was, she was fine with it, and winked back with a smile of her own.

When the alien began babbling on about wanting to see mating, Elissa promptly pinched her bridge again and wrote out a response, briefly scratching out a word as she went, looking up at Isolde and Frank with exasperation before looking to the alien. She couldn’t bring herself to be mean to her… though she was still cautious about her… and her absolutely ridiculous request. She wasn’t quite as shy as Tommy, but she still wasn’t anywhere near interested in exhibiting herself off for someone else; this was something between two people and she was pretty damn sure that neither of them wanted to do that. Eventually she finished and passed it. ~Xillia isn’t an inconvenience. We had been [something scratched out] not quite mating, just showing affection. At least when you came in. You simply came in suddenly and with Frank, whom we’re a little angry with, if you can’t tell. And you two, if she’s this fascinated with human sex, why have you not put on a show some porn for her?~

Razorbackwriter:  Watching Elissa scribble down what she wanted to say, Tommy leaned in for a better look. He smirked when she scribbled out part of what she was going to say, and in a way he was glad she did. The reporter really didn’t want to have their sex life becoming the talk of the conversation, especially with the overly curious Fluffy princess – who had not given up on her quest to see some human mating rituals. Xillia had been more than upfront with her desire to not only watch them mate, she also wanted to examine their bodies. Tommy reached up and clutched his collar, pulling it together as though she was going to undress him. Even at the offer of…“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” which brought a dropped jaw expression from Tommy.

It was when the part on the note suggested that Frank and Isolde show Xillia some porn, that Frank snapped his fingers together. “Great idea. Tommy, you got your lap top?”

Oddly enough, Tommy did have one in the side flap of his sports bag. It was for work purposes…usually.

“Yeah. Are you going to show her….”

“Porn? Sure, why not. Isolde and I aren’t…well, we haven’t…I mean don’t get me wrong, she has a great body….”

Frank and his foot. Frank with his foot in his mouth. Tommy shook his head. “Frank…get the lap top.”

The Detective gave a small salute, releasing his hold on Isolde and going over to Tommy’s bag to retrieve the lap top. He carried it over to the table nearest Xillia and opened the top. He started it up and then went straight to Google.

“Okay. So…uhm Xillia. No one here is really keen to give you a floor show, so this is the best next thing. Many human males like to use this, when they are home alone. Normally with lotion. I’ll explain that part later.”

Frank then tapped in a few more keys and found a wonderful porn site.

“This is a good one. More realistic. I use this….I mean, I heard about this one at work.” Frank’s cheeks flamed as he continued to make gaff after gaff. Suddenly the room was filled with the sounds of people going at it hard core. Wild moaning, with bed spring noises and some saucy music. A couple on the screen were doing it doggy style, and Frank beamed at Xillia. “This is a favorite way to mate. Do they do this on your planet?”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Xillia tilted her head back and forth in curiosity as the humans debated something. Apparently they wanted to show her something called ‘porn’. She had absolutely no idea what that meant or what it was, but if it had to do with human mating then who cares? She clapped her hands together excitedly and her tail wiggled back and forth frantically. It was clear that she was happy about this ‘porn’ thing. She was sure to wiggle her massive body closer to this ‘laptop’ device once she saw it, but she wasn’t sure how such a simple looking device could show her humans mating. It became a lot more clear to her what the device was once it was powered up though. It was clearly a computing device of some sorts, the likes of which were completely primitive in comparison to her own peoples. Still, if it could show her what she was so curious to see then who cares?

She scooted even closer to the table and leaned forward, putting her face quite close to the screen as this ‘porn’ stuff appeared. The sight she took in was apparently a human mating ritual, full of interesting sounds and movements. It was actually somewhat similar to how her people did such a thing, but did they all have the same parts? She leaned back and looked down at her chest, then over to Elissa and Isolde. They both had bumps on their chests like her. “Oh how interesting this is! Though, my people insist on the female being on top, as we are the dominant ones!” She nodded her head a few times rapidly in a proud fashion, clearly showing she was happy with who she was. “I am still a bit curious about something though..” With that, she went ahead and placed her hands on the top of her gown, which was basically just above her chest, and pulled it down. Her chest was completely exposed, and now that it was she turned to look at the females. “Mine are very soft, but bigger than the female in this ‘porn’…are yours similar to mine? How about you two? Are these things important to human men?” Of course, she turned her body so that the entirety of the room was able to get a clear view of her large ta’ta’s. They were actually quite similar to the human females, but they had some scaling on their outer edges. She was a rather fluffy creature indeed, but she was more like a strange reptilian creature than a feline.

 

Chor:  Isolde, even a woman of science and great composure and standing, felt an immense heat spreading over her cheeks at the mention of her body in regards to both it’s attractiveness and being used as some sort of observatory show for the princess they’d been brought here by. Neither of which she was sure she was comfortable with. Now they were to show the creature pornography, the great and unrealistic sex ruiner of the internet? She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, but if it pulled her attention off the mating of the four human beings in the room, Isolde was more than happy to comply. Still, she thought her collection of documentaries she technically pirated from National Geographic might serve her better. Then, the unthinkable came from Frank’s mouth and Isolde practically choked. Oh my stars… she thought, what did he just say? Isolde tried to ignore it

It was comforting to know that the alien’s culture was Matriarchal; god know this one could learn a little about respect from them. They were definitely a lot more open than humans, it seemed, and this became far more evident as the creature completely exposed her breasts. Oh, this was one for the history books. Whilst many might turn away, Isolde couldn’t. She might get an examination out of her yet. The skin was scaly, yet she was also hairy, a very interesting combo. Figuring hse knew best about the human body, Isa answered her.

Yes, our breasts are composed of adipose tissue. In fact, in fetal development, the Y chromosome which determines the sex as male doesn’t kick in until later so essentially we all begin as women. It’s why males too are born with nipples. I suppose they are of import to some males more than others; and some females more than others,” Isolde spoke quickly and matter-of-factly, hoping the girl caught what she was saying. She often found herself repeating her sentence in a remedial manner when engaging with others in the force. It was truly tedious.

 

VunG:  Wow, Elissa really didn’t expect that part of her suggestion to work out, actually. She had said it mostly jokingly, thinking that they would think it as her just giving them a hard time for bringing a horny alien into her home. Still, she supposed that if nobody in their group was exactly eager to give it a go in the alien’s sight, then she supposed that this was the best thing that they would get to that. Of course, even this didn’t stop Frank from making a fool of himself, and as he proceeded to attempt to compliment Isolde like a nervous teenage boy, she facepalmed and leaned forward with a soft sigh. Well, at least it was out there rather than him keeping it buried and trying to chat her up like he thought that he was going to get a nosebleed if he wasn’t careful… because if he kept on like that he’d probably get a nosebleed from a totally different source.

When he went on to explain what it was, Elissa would immediately snort at the implication that only males pleasured themselves to porn, snickering in the background of his continued explanation. Oh Franky, darling, you know absolutely jack-shit about women. How he got a wife was a mystery to her, kind of like the fact that Goofy has a kid. As the distinctive music picked up, she would sit back and roll her eyes, waiting for the alien to get her fill, still holding onto Tommy but at this point she was pretty much convinced that this was either a dream or a truly elaborate practical joke.

And then the alien went on to ask about breasts and flashed them all hers… which were proportionately rather large. Elissa just sighed, neither fascinated nor repulsed by the display, at his point just finding it bizarre that she was going on about this to such a detailed degree. Of course, she was just about to start writing a response when suddenly Isolde launched into her tirade, jabbering on about the biology of it: biology being the only subject she was in danger of flunking in school. To her it sounded like Isolde was speaking Latin. After a brief blinking, then looking back to the alien, then to her… weirdly fluffy scaled tatas, she continued her message. ~In short, they’re probably similar. Some women have very large breasts, others barely have any at all. From what I understand, men vary on which they like, though in general yes they’re quite important.~ At that point she would look over to Tommy and sign to him with a sheepish smile, (Mine aren’t too small for ya, are they?)

 

Razorbackwriter:  It’s a strange thing how the women reacted to the alien fluffy princess exposing her breasts. Isolde went right in and explained the biological differences, the ins and outs of anatomy of that part of the body – with a lot of big words that were taken straight out of a text book. Isolde was a scientist after all, and so her reaction was to be expected. Right? Okay, so then we move to Elissa, who simply sighed. Would this mean she was going to need a dozen or so post it notes to convey her feelings about the female breast, and the differences like Isolde had done? Not really. she kept it pretty much neat and tidy. Summarizing the fact that some women had large breasts and others had smaller ones.

As to the men’s reactions. Well, its not every day that a female, alien or not – flashes their breasts so willingly. In New Orleans women do it for beads, in the strip clubs they do it for money. But this weird and curious alien just happily raised up her frock and….TAH DAH!

Frank started clapping. Rocking back and forth with a big cheesy grin on his face.

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Tommy….well, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand he had Elissa asking if her breasts weren’t too small for him. Then on the other…A great big fluffy…scaly set of enormous knockers that were almost able to poke his eye out. He didn’t know whether to run…or…fap…or…hold up a score card.

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He blinked as a small trail of blood came out of his left nostril.

“Oh…yours are just perfect, hun.”

 

~RB~

 

 

The Alien Anthropologist and the Goofy Detective – GS.

The alien kitty Princess causes chaos, as she becomes way too curious about Tommy and Elissa.  Poor Frank and Isolde are left to do the explaining, until Xillia interrupts.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment, Gantz Series.

Co-written with Temp, Chor and VunG.

 

Temp:  Out of the two new humans in her presence, the female proved to be the more surprised. With Isolde and Frank it had been the male. It was slightly interesting to say the least. Xillia really didn’t know how to feel about Frank and the other man acting hostile towards each other, but she knew she wanted to stop it. Just before she was about to snag the two by their collars, Isolde managed to invite her and the other female over to a table. Of course, there was no way she would fit in the tiny seats next to it, so she instead simply scooted over and remained on her knees. Her tail flicked back and forth curiously as she watched the four humans and their strange reactions. Humans were definitely proving to be the interesting creatures that she thought they would be. It seemed that she wouldn’t get a chance to watch them partake in intercourse though, which was very unfortunate. Instead of actually saying anything she remained silent, figuring that Frank and Isolde would do the talking for her.

 

VunG:  Elissa was still in a bit of a daze as Tommy began snapping at the newcomer and, most of all, Frank. She vaguely registered what was happening, though she was still slow to respond and her eyes drifted sleepily to and fro between them. Though… that was a damn good question, how in the world did they know that she and Tommy had been doing the do?! Still, her thoughts would be cut short as Frank screamed like he had a clothespin attached to his nuts and sprinted for the kitchen with Tommy in hot pursuit. Oh no, oh nonononono, she was not about to have that. Surprisingly, she wouldn’t be the one to get their attention, Isolde instead declaring a meeting, not now but right now! Nodding coldly agreeably and looking straight at the men, with a glare at Frank in particular, she would quickly go to grab her notepad and pencil before heading for the table. If the men didn’t come, she’d give a sharp whistle. Of course, as she moved to join, she realized just how tall this ‘alien’ woman was… and that she was on her knees like a parent chasing after his kid… jeeze, how tall was this lady?!

Shaking her head, she sat down rather forcefully in one of the chairs and rather furiously wrote down, ~I want answers. Now. Why wasn’t Frank picking up? How did you get in here? And who the hell is Fluffy over here?!~ You could tell juts by looking at her that she was more than a little perturbed, a vein perhaps a little larger than it should have been and her eyes flashing dangerously. That said, she didn’t seem to be angry at anyone in particular except for Frank, and even then that could wait; no she was just angry in general at being interrupted and being so thoroughly confused… and at the intrusion.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy had Frank by the scruff of the neck, and his arm pulled back about to punch him in the face. It was the pent up frustration coupled with the fact that “Fluffy” and co had ruined what was a beautiful moment between himself and Elissa. He was just about to knock Frank’s lights out, when Isolde let out a huge order that the boys knock it off. It was enough to have Tommy stop in his tracks, and then push Frank back, before straightening his own collar.

“We aren’t done.” Tommy threatened. Making the “I have my eyes on you” gesture with two fingers, from his eyes then to Frank’s and back to his own. Frank tried to catch his breath, after already experienced teleporting for the very first time, and then catching Tommy and Elissa in a rather hot embrace. Tommy turned on his heel and marched out of the kitchen and then past Isa, who was issuing commands like she was in charge of a crime scene. She ordered that they all enter the dining area and take a seat for a discussion. Frank waited a good minute in the kitchen before emerging. It was bad enough that Tommy wanted to deck him, and then the fact they had a gigantic cat girl fluffy alien in there too, had to be explained. He might not be able to answer all their questions, at once.

Tommy took a seat near Elissa, reaching under the table to place his hand on her thigh, while she was busy scribbling down a heap of questions. Elissa looked pissed, and who could blame her. Tommy certainly couldn’t.

Frank….finally got the balls to come out of the kitchen when everyone was seated. All seemed to be looking at him, though Fluffy was looking on at each of them. She must have had a lot of questions about why the fight broke out and if this was normal Human behaviour.

“I know you are probably wondering what happened to me….”

Tommy just growled.

“Right..well, I admit when I left here the other night, I was pretty down. I….uhm…well, I was going to go and end it all.”

Tommy’s lips thinned as he crossed his arms and waited to hear more.

“I…kinda bumped into Isa…who helped me realize that I was making a mistake. She spent the night at my place, and…no before you ask, the reason she is wearing Missy’s clothes is cause she didn’t go home after that. We were going to come see you when we bumped into Princess Xillia.” At this point he gestured to the alien fluffy girl, and smiled weakly. “I’m really sorry for not calling sooner….and…really sorry we interrupted your sexy time.”

Frank looked at Isa hopefully, like if she wanted to interject, but he quickly sat down, as he thought he pretty much answered everything, but he did bounce out of his seat to add.

“We teleported into the room. Pretty cool, huh?”

~RB~

 

Chor:  Isolde at first let Frank answer the questions about his whereabouts in the last twelve hours. A thankful demeanor aired through her at the mention of the hoodie that very clearly read ‘Malone’ on the back in the brightest white one could afford. She had to give Missy one thing, she kept her laundry immaculate. Not a single grass stain or discoloration from washing with other colours. Something struck her at the end of his little spiel, though. There was not one mention about how she’d been the one who called him. As he settled, she blinked and cleared her throat, making sure that the attention was now directed toward her.

Just for clarification; I called Frank to my aid last night so if you have any ill thoughts you may direct them at me. It was my own fault that Frank left,” Isa spoke, licking her lips and nodding to signal the end of her input. Frank went on about the teleporting again and she looked at him. He was certainly something, something that turned her solemn frown into a light grin with his quirky antics and high energy level.

He is correct; we were brought here by means of teleportation via our new acquaintance, Princess Xillia over yonder,” Isa reinforced, gesturing to their fluffy, alien ride-along.

 

Temp: Xillia bobbed her head back and forth curiously between the four humans as they all interacted. One of them didn’t speak, but instead wrote down her words. How interesting. The other three were speaking like she expected between each other, though one of the males seemed to be rather aggressive. She tried to chime in on a few points, which were mostly her trying to stop any sort of violence going on around her, but the humans were speaking relatively quickly. Eventually she found that it was her turn to speak as Isolde gestured towards her. She happily raised a hand and waved at the two humans whom she didn’t know, and offered a great big ol’ smile. Even though she was a giant in comparison to the others and was clearly not humans, it was clear that she was very happy and excited to be here. “Hello, hello! I am Princess Xillia, and I’ve come to your planet out of love for your people! I do apologize if I interrupted your mating rituals.” With her apology she offered a few quick bows of apology, then looked back and forth between the four humans curiously once more. Perhaps they would continue their mating ritual with the other two humans? Do humans do it in fours? Ohhh she was so curious!

 

VunG:  Elissa was all too happy to have Tommy by her side, her own hand resting on his, oh so grateful for his support. Right now, as much as she acted like a ferocious tiger, she felt pretty well naked and vulnerable with her arm like it is… and honestly she didn’t know what the hell was going on. Yeah, she was a bit scared, she wasn’t too proud to admit that to herself, but she refused to show it off.

Of course, when Frank started up, she simply stared at him, her face completely unflinching as he explained that he had fully intended to end it all. One word came into her head in response, and she damn near wrote it down in response but kept herself at bay. That word, was ‘coward.’ She didn’t know why it came up, or what made her feel that way, but in that moment she thought that the very concept of even considering such a short-sighted action was the peak of cowardice. Unlike her after her… series of events, Frank at the very least had Tommy and Rory’s memory to fight for–to abandon those would be the ultimate disservice. However… she let it go… he had it rough already, and she could handle that when the bigger questions were tackled.

Isolde’s claim that it was her fault went more or less unheard; Frank could have simply told her, ‘Hey, ‘Lissa, I’m going to help someone from the force, take care,’ and she would have given him a salute and gone straight to bed. Though, she did kind of shrug off the fact that Isolde was wearing Frank’s wife’s clothes… she hadn’t noticed it until he pointed it out, and after that she very frankly didn’t think it her business if the two were fucking. Wasn’t her business, and would make her a bit of a hypocrite.

That saaaiiiiid… the repeated apologies for interrupting their ‘sexy times’ wore really thin on her really fast. They were apologizing, so she couldn’t be rightly angry about that, but it was a bit annoying that they thought that she was angry that she and Tommy weren’t screwing again… granted having their intimacy spoiled didn’t help but regardless. No, what really bothered her was the teleportation thing. As the three of them insisted that that was so… and then the ‘alien princess’ introduced herself as some sort of lover of human studies or whatever you’d call that and apologized for interrupting their mating, she pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a long, frustrated sigh. She wanted to believe this was just some sort of elaborate hoax, because honestly she’d prefer that than some intricate sci-fi nonsense, but at this point she was having a hard time.

The following actions would seem odd to anyone not in her head, and especially to Xillia. First, she pinched herself, hard enough to leave a mark, hoping that she was dreaming. Then she would wave for Frank and Isolde to lean towards her, and would spend a moment staring carefully at their eyes before seeing that their eyes were, indeed, neither dilated nor red enough for drugs… or at least none she knew symptoms of off the top of her head. Then she took a good long look at Princess Xillia, tilting her head to and fro, trying to find the inflatable tube or the sign of animatronics or even a locksmith’s kit for the purpose of getting in without her or Tommy noticing. But… eventually she realized that, yes, this seemed to be real… or a very well-done dream. And throughout all of this, she kept a tight grip on Tommy’s hand, almost clinging to him for support.

Sighing and pinching her bridge again, she looked almost pleadingly to Tommy and then wrote with carefully-‘spoken’ sluggishness, ~So you’re meaning to tell me that you two just happened to stumble onto an alien princess anthropologist. Let me write that down again, an alien princess anthropologist.~ Sighing again, she would rip out that page, pass it to someone, then write down a fresh introduction, pausing to take a deep breath before looking to Xillia with a more relaxed, if tired expression. ~I’m sorry I’ve been such a… bitchy guest. Frank had me scared even before you lot popped in. I’m Elissa, Your Grace. So… welcome to our planet I suppose.~

She just welcomed an royal alien xenoanthropologist with the equivalent of a post-it note. Sounded like part of a bad joke.

 

 

Bad Kitty – GS.

 

Tommy and Elissa’s quiet romantic moment is suddenly interrupted by the most unlikely creature ever.  Frank and Isolde have also come along for the ride, but this is going to take a lot of explaining.

Scene setting :  Elissa’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Co-written with Temp, VunG and Chor.

 

Temp:  Xillia, Isolde, and Frank would all suddenly appear within the apartment only a few feet away from Tommy and Elissa. There was a very peculiar scent in the air of this room, one which Xillia definitely recognized. It was the scent that normally went hand in hand with intercourse, something which Xillia’s species also took part in. Though, she wasn’t quite sure how it worked for humans. Perhaps it was similar to her own kind? Whatever the method might be, she was definitely curious. She now let go of Frank and Isolde and remained on her knees due to her being too tall to stand completely. Xillia scooted very closely to the other two humans in the room, who were in a very close embrace.“Ohhh my! Are you two planning on mating more? You must allow me to witness it!”If her eyes could light up and turn into sparkly stars, then they certainly would do so at the prospect of watching them unite.

 

VunG:  It was slowly becoming clear to Elissa that… that there was a real chemistry between them, more than just friends who like each other in bed, more than just people curious about the other… there was something real there. As she felt his sweet touch and opened her eyes to see the joy in his, the happiness she felt from seeing him so comfortable with her was… actually rather alarming. But… she was fine with it. And as he took her in for a kiss, she gladly accepted… and found that it was neither lustful no aggressive… no she could feel his emotions through it… and she had to admit that the moment was overwhelming. As much as she was reluctant to admit it, his feelings, his fire, was starting to spark up in her, and as he kissed her, pushing her into the wall, she gladly accepted it, lacing her fingers behind his neck with her eyes closed, simply enjoying this sweet moment, happy to continue it as long as he would have her like th–

“Ooh my! Are two planning on mating more?” Immediately her eyes snapped open and turned towards the source of the sound to see… the strangest looking woman she had ever seen standing smack in the middle of her home. She broke the kiss with a start, turning to look towards the woman, her hands still linked behind Tommy’s neck as she stared at the woman, trying to figure out how she’d gotten in. Then, just as she was releasing her boyfriend, she suddenly spotted Frank and… that seemed to be Isolde with him. How had they gotten in?! Immediately she began looking around frantically, looking at the door–which was still locked–then at the woman staring at them like a kid in a candystore… and just talked about watching them do it… at least that was what she thought she heard… the window which was still very much closed… WHAT WAS GOING ON?! She quickly began looking frantically between everything, fingers pointing every which way as she tried to figure out what had just happened. Her fight-or-flight reflex hadn’t even kicked in, this person was just so strange and harmless seeming that she was just completely lost! Eventually she calmed down… only to just stare slackjawed, going from Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy, to fluffy, to Frank, to Tommy…

 

Razorbackwriter:  Lost in the blissful kiss, that was now getting even deeper, Tommy was completely unaware that they had an audience. A very enthusiastic one at that.

“Ohhh my! Are you two planning on mating more? You must allow me to witness it!”

Tommy’s eyes snapped open while in the middle of the kiss, only to pull away from Elissa and come face to face with the biggest girl he had ever seen. She was so big that she was on her knees and watching Tommy and Elissa with a fascinated stare. Did she just say what he thought she said? Errr…

“Hey Tommy! Hi Elissa…This is….”

“FRANK!” Tommy let out an angered bellow, that would make anyone shudder.

“Oh shit.” Frank then hid in behind Isolde, while this cat girl was still staring at Tommy and Elissa with high expectations of a sexual floor show. If Tommy was completely taken aback by what was going on, Elissa was losing the plot completely. Her finger pointing became frantic, and Tommy knew exactly what she was trying to convey.

“NO!…NO, YOU CAN’T WATCH! YOU DIRTY…DIRTY…HEY WAIT, WHAT’S WITH THE TAIL?” He was only now just seeing the alien’s long fluffy tail and this was when his eyes darted to Frank and Isolde, who were just standing there, like this was…nothing new to them at all.

Tommy, being, well Tommy; moved his body to shield his girl from the cat girl while staring daggers at Frank.

“How the hell did you three get in? The door’s locked. And…and…” He pointed at Xiilia and uttered the question“How’d she know we’d had sex?”

Frank poked his head out from behind isolde and replied. “She can stop a car with a force field. I think she is an alien. A Princess too.” He bobbed his head and could see Tommy was livid. “Were you two really having sex?”

“I am so going to belt the crap out of you, Frank.” Tommy made a run at Frank, who screamed like a girl.

“Isa!…Save me!” Frank ran into the kitchen, leaving Isa to face the heat.

~RB~

 

Chor:  

Whatever Isolde thought she was expecting…her mind could not even touch the idea of what really happened when they entered the apartment. Complete and utter chaos had ensued, in an almost gentle and quietly furious way, with the alien upon her knees begging to be the private audience at the next showing of ‘Tommy and Elissa: Getting It On’. Having knowledge of the body most do not, it was obvious to Isa that they had engaged in some pretty serious intercourse. Sex was a science to Isa, she knew the signs; and the scene they happened upon in their arrival was a small hint as well.

Suddenly, the harmless pleading of the alien became banter betweenst the friends. Isolde, Frank cowering behind her, sighed and crossed her arms like an elementary school teacher.

This is all very expla-” she was cut off by yelling from Tommy and then things seemed to escalate more as he came rushing at the two to clearly assault Frank. Honestly, Isa might do the same in this situation. Frank’s shrill shriek, which almost had Isolde wondering about his sex, pierced Isa’s ear and as the two ran off she was left standing there alone in her white shorts and bright soccer mom hoodie. This was turning out to be an astronomically great day, depending on your definition of the word.

Mein Gott…” She paused.After a moment of letting Tommy chase Frank, she spun on her heel.

OY, BOYS!, “She practically screamed, though her commanding, rough voice did not hit the screeching level her compantion’s had. She looked then to Xillia and Elissa.

Please, if you would join me in the dining area?” she spoke gently, but there was something about it that wasn’t quite a question or a suggestion. They all needed to have a good old fashion family meeting; or a friendly chat of that sort. She went in search of this place anyways and sat herself comfortable at the table, licking her lips.  

 

 

One last kiss – GS.

 

Tommy knew that he had to get on with his day.  As much as he wanted to stay with Elissa, he had a job to do.  Course, he needed to check up on Frank.  Little did he know what he was getting himself into.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  A Muttley-style laugh would slip out from behind the shower walls before the water was turned on, amused at his startled response. Ah, she loved it when she was nasty. Only thing that could’ve made that better was a Zoidberg ‘woop woop woop.’ Oh well, what could you do? She would continue cleaning herself, actually half-expecting to see Tommy come zipping through the door for another round. That said, it was probably for the best that they held off, they needed to get on with the day; they could think about more bedroom adventures later. Would probably be better if they did it at night anyways; no risk of being late… well at least for Tommy. Sometimes being self-employed was awesome.

Of course, she was fully aware that he was watching her outside, and as she lathered up she made sure to make it as sensual as possible, all too happy to tease him. Eventually though she’d get herself all cleaned up and out and get her hair washed, letting it drape down, not that it was particularly long. Exiting the shower with a content sigh, she smirked when she saw that he was still present. Drying off quickly, she made sure to apply special attention to her wound area before wrapping it around her torso and sitting down on toilet (lid down of course) and began changing her bandages. The area hadn’t broken, thankfully, but it certainly was a bit red… she was going to be hurting later; thank God for painkillers. Heh, would probably help with her ass not aching too. Being shot aside, this was probably the best morning she’d had in a long time.

Once she had the bandage on, she walked over to Tommy and shooed him out of the way so she could reach her medicine cabinet for her prescription. She smiled the whole time though, and she went ahead and gave him another peck on the lips once it was down. Whether he realized it or not, Tommy had Elissa’s attention now. When she had said she wasn’t necessarily in love, that was her going into semantics; this wasn’t a one night stand for her, and she had no intention of giving him anything more of that impression.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy allowed Elissa to get into the medicine cabinet, by stepping back on command. The light wave of her hand, shooing him from the vanity worked. No words were needed. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t speak. Her body and that gorgeous face said more than a voice ever could. The reporter had been entranced by her, as he took on a voyeuristic nature. Silently observing her from the moment she left the shower and attended to her wound – that still looked to be quite sore. Pain killers were going to be the order of the day. Tommy continued to watch her. She took her medicine and washed it down with a glass of water, before turning her attentions back to him. His prize for behaving. A soft kiss. A peck, nothing more, but the softness of her lips was well and truly worth it. Tommy winked at her as she drew back, then started for the door. He tossed his clothes from the day before into the sports bag, and zipped it up tight. In a way, he didn’t want to leave, but he did have obligations, such as his job. His editor had instructed him to report on the hospital, but he always knew that the big scoop was the failings of the Commander, and his indiscretions. The parcel with the incriminating evidence was still out on the coffee table and had to be packed back up for when he caught up with Frank.

Frank.

Tommy rolled his eyes at thinking of his friend. He’d left a damning message that the detective call him, but as far as he knew Frank didn’t get back to him. Was he okay? Strolling over to get his jacket, he dug about in the pocket and fished out his cell phone. Looking back for a sign of Elissa, Tommy said.

“Going to try and call Frank before I go off to work.”

He pressed in the number and waited for it to be picked up.

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was hilarious how little needed to be said with Tommy, even excluding her sign language. It was like they were so in-sync that they just understood each other without any need for communication at all. It was… odd. She had become so used to having to work to communicate with people and get her emotions across, and here was Tommy understanding her like they were telepathically connected. Once he left the room, she would be pretty quick to finish tending to herself and would be just about to leave when she caught Tommy’s intent to call Frank.

That certainly brought her euphoric mood crashing down, though less out of concern and more out of anger towards the detective. Of course, he would likely be able to tell she wasn’t thrilled about something or another, but she’d nod and urge him to do so before heading for her room to change. Oh, she was concerned, she hoped he was alright, but she was still ticked that he had just jetted out on her with the last words being that he was pretty much intending to kill himself. If he was still alive, she’d have to restrain herself pretty hard not to punch him in the gut… though she would probably feel bad if he really did kill himself and she hadn’t done anything to stop it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy’s change in his demeanor might have come as a shock to Elissa as he was now barking down at the cell phone at Frank. Frank was alive. This was a good thing, but Tommy was still angry at him for the way he left Elissa’s and gave little or no explanation as to what he had been doing, or why he had not called before. Tommy had his back to Elissa as he spoke, but if she was paying attention, she would have seen him rub the back of his neck in a show that he was frustrated by his friend. The conversation seemed to be one sided. With Tommy barking questions repeatedly and not getting the answers he wanted. Let alone an apology. It was then Frank said that he would be there shortly with…a friend. The hell? The phone went dead and Tommy just held it out in front of him as though in disbelief that Frank hung up on him.

 

“Son of a bitch!” Tommy couldn’t hold back and then spun on his heel as he threw the phone down on the nearest chair. You could see the anger in his face. The gritting of teeth and the snarl in his voice. It took him a moment to get his composure. Did Frank have any idea how worried Tommy had been? They were supposed to be best friends. Tommy brought his fingers up to the bridge of his nose and pinched the two together as he muttered a few obscenity’s. He really cared about Frank, and often felt let down when the detective acted on impulse.

Finally getting his composure, he lowered his hand and then realized that he had lost control in front of Elissa. The one person he didn’t want to offend.

“Frank. He’s fine.” A roll of the eyes showed that his words were being with veiled sarcasm. “Apparently he is on his way here. You want first punch?” He was offering Frank up like a punching bag. All Tommy knew was he wanted to hit the guy….before he hugged him.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa wasn’t bothering to actually change in her room to begin with, but as she passed and saw how agitated Tommy seemed, she definitely knew that it would be best to be on hand, for his sake. As she got into something closer to her usual attire, she quickly realized just how angry he seemed to be getting. Unless he had decided to call his boss after failing to call Frank and wound up in a shouting match, then those two friends were having a serious fight. As angry as she was with Frank, she had to admit that he wasn’t a bad guy and was probably under a lot of stress… she still wanted to punch him, but it was still rough seeing Tommy so angry. When he finished and sent the phone flying, she watched for a moment with wide eyes, glad she hadn’t been in the path. Letting out a sigh, she walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder as he waited, looking up at the man with concern as she waited for his response.

To his words, a mixture of relief and frustration passed through her mind, grinding her own teeth at the thought of how long it took for them to find out whether or not the idiot detective was okay. She was a bit thrown off by the fact that he was coming here, but she supposed that he would have his chance to explain himself. ~Assuming he doesn’t flee before he steps through the door?~ she asked with a scoff before continuing, ~You first. I need to decide whether to punch or slap.~

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy hated how intense his anger had become and the timing was so off. The last person he wanted offend was Elissa right now, and it took a moment for him to reign himself in. Only when he placed a hand on his shoulder, did he remember himself. His eyes searched hers to see if she was dissapointed in him. But what Tommy saw was a look of both frustration and relief. Odd as it was. He felt the same way, and in a sense it was good they were both on the same page. It was amusing though how she signed that Frank might do the bolt before they get the chance to get him through the door. Yeah, he might see their faces and rethink his visit. Truth was they both felt the same way about the detective. At times he was his own worst enemy.

~You first. I need to decide whether to punch or slap~

Tommy beamed as Elissa signed this. In fact, he started laughing at the very idea of Elissa slapping him across the face. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it. Tommy reached for Elissa’s hand and then kissed the back of it, a smug expression coming to his face.

“Save the slaps for me. I kinda like it when you get rough.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, then now filled with a renewed sense of warmth for her, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

“I want to spend another night with you. Tonight, maybe?” He was so hopeful that she might say yes. Tommy had his own apartment though, and by rights he should invite her over there. But that was for later, unless she agreed.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Ahaha, it was so good to see that her response was able to cheer Tommy up a bit (not that she hadn’t meant what she said). Whether just the thought of her slapping him or Frank’s reaction that did it, she couldn’t help but grin a bit in turn to his diabolical glee. The kiss on the hand was a curious action, but certainly not an unwelcome one, even if she did roll her eyes a little. His words about liking her getting rough though, that got her all sorts of warm, the thought of how aggressive she could get with him shooting through her head a bit. Yeah, she’d save the slaps for him, all he wanted. That said though, the tender kiss he gave her was equally welcome, and she gladly kissed him back.

And then he went ahead and asked if she wanted to repeat this tonight. Oh… how to respond to this… hrmm… well, she could make a joke about making sure it was at his place so they could tear up his sheets this time. But… no, she wouldn’t bother with words. Instead she reached up to bring him down a bit and kissed him deeply on the lips, but as she did so she gave his crotch a light squeeze, just enough to get her point across. Once she pulled away from him, she just stared back at him, a coy smirk on her face saying what little hadn’t been said already. All she added was a quiet sign of, ~Your place or mine?~ Oh, she was more than willing to continue this dalliance with him; keep it going until they both got tired of each other.

 

Razorbackwriter:  A sizzling kiss. That was all Tommy needed to lick his lips and mouth “Yum”. The reporter watched her sign the question of whether it was her place or his and he was quick to answer. “Mine. I’d like to cook for you. But we might have to make it a late dinner. Once Frank gets here and we deal with him, then I have to get to work.”Tommy glanced down at his watch, and then grimaced. It was getting on already and he wasn’t sure how long it would take for Frank to get from wherever he was to Elissa’s place. He hoped that Elissa would be okay with this arrangement. Tommy didn’t normally cook for anyone, as most of the girls he had dated seemed to enjoy doing it for him. He got lazy after a while and simply either took girls out to a fancy restaurant or ate whatever was on offer.

This time round, Tommy wanted to impress Elissa. For some reason, he just felt this need too. It was odd, especially for a guy like him. Hell, he’d even take her back to meet his parents if he got the chance. That was how serious Tommy was becoming. He didn’t want to bring up the “I love you” line again, since it got him in over his head the first time he had said it to her. When the time was right…..when the feeling was mutual, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Tommy took up a lock of Elissa’s hair and curled it around his finger, as though he just wanted to play with her while they waited for Frank to show up. He did so without saying another word, though he kept looking into her eyes, before showing a special kind of smile. He moved a touch closer to her so he practically had her up against the wall. Deeply, he inhaled her smell. Even closing his eyes as he did so. The edge of his hand touching her cheek. Feeling the softness of her skin. There were two sides of Tommy Xo. One that could be so gentle….and the other that could be rough and ready. There just wasn’t time for another tryst, but instead he was going to quietly enjoy her. Even if she did just squeeze his balls.

You know, he didn’t mind one bit.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Huh… Tommy… cooking… that was an interesting thought. Truth be told, Elissa had no preference one way or the other as for whether her significant other cooked or she did. When she was married, her husband usually did most of the cooking, but that was because she had longer work hours, and she made sure to treat him every once in a while. She wasn’t an amazing cook, but she knew a few foreign dishes that she mostly learned just so she wouldn’t have to dump twenty bucks if she wanted to have them. Regardless, she was definitely curious to what he could do in that regard, and she gave an enthusiastic nod, agreeing full-heartedly to the plan… and like she’d been thinking before, it would be nice to alternate locations.

Eventually their decisions would slowly drift away, and slowly a very different mood would begin to fill the room. As he proceeded to play with her hair, she would look up into his eyes, her own blue ones sparkling thoughtfully, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. One of her hands simply dangled while the other rested on his side, and as he closed the gap her hand gladly rested on his hip. The closeness was pleasant, and as he began to caress her cheek, she would feel a strange, nearly-forgotten sensation filling her. This tender affection, this… gentle treatment, it was something that she hadn’t had in… well it felt like a lifetime ago. She had been more than a little rough, and nowadays that was the usual her–that or ice queen–but once upon a time she had been more like Tommy, able to show a far more tender side. Slowly she brought her free hand up to meet his, but she wouldn’t move it or try to control it, she simply laid it there and leaned into his hand, closing her eyes happily. Hmm… perhaps she had been hasty with him… simply calling this the beginning of them simply dating…

This felt… right.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was strange, and wonderful all at the same time. Tommy didn’t have to say anything. It was right there. The way that he touched her, the way his eyes held hers and both closed at the same time. Two silhouettes that stood so close now it was like one being. Tommy didn’t even think about stealing her away into the bedroom again either. This…connection that they were sharing gave him so much more, than a wrestle between the sheets. He could feel a tightening in his chest, like he almost couldn’t breathe. He was right. Tommy had fallen. Fallen….crashed and burned in love with Elissa. He knew he didn’t have to say it this time, cause the feelings were there. Her face….the touch of her hand to his. A new happiness was spreading through him and he wanted to laugh. If she opened her eyes, she would see it. A smile fixed to his face that couldn’t be wiped away.

His free hand moved to cup her face with the other hand now. Closer he moved to her and then he kissed her. Not hard and hungry. This was different. He was professing his love without words, but through his actions. She must know by now. There was a sound. Not a growl, no. Almost like he was moaning her name, but he kept on kissing her. Pushing her back hard to the wall.

Damn Frank….if he turned up now. Tommy didn’t want this kiss to end.

~RB~

 

 

 

Morning Glory – GS.

 

Waking in each other’s arms, Tommy and Elissa realize this was more than just a one night stand.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

Co-written with VunG.

 

Razorbackwriter:  There it was. That gorgeous purr of Elissa’s – Tommy’s sleeping beauty. He wasn’t at all sorry for waking her up. Not when he had the chance to hear her, to see that beautiful smile. With her lying on him and using her arms to prop herself up, he reached around and placed both hands neatly on her buttocks. Nothing better that getting reacquainted with her peachy rear. He absently stroked the soft mounds as he savored the moment. Tommy’s eyes fell upon hers and they were locked in a wonderment at this gorgeous creature in his arms. He had slept so soundly after their bedroom adventures, and now he was feeling bright eyed and bushy tailed. Naturally, he felt a stirring a bit lower but he knew when he had bitten off more than he could chew. As much as he fancied the idea of not getting out of bed for a week, they both had jobs and real lives outside the bedroom door. Then and there Tommy decided that he did want more of this. More of Elissa. A hell of a lot more.

“A guy could get used to this.” Mirth clearly seen as his smile widened. He gave Elissa’s backside a smack before kissing her forehead. She may not be in love with him yet, but he sure as hell was on the road to it. Tommy inhaled the scent of her hair, as again he let his nose move through her locks. He enjoyed her. Not just her body, but her wit, her beauty, and above all her heart. The reporter wanted so much to make it his. This would mean many romantic nights, and he was already planning how to woo her. He’d go all out if he had too. Hopefully it wouldn’t be over the top.

He lifted his head up and then looked down at those ripe red lips. His own parted as he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth.

“If you don’t get up, I am not going to be able to hold myself back.” A playful warning, sure. They had things to do. Frank to see for one. Tommy didn’t really want to spoil what was a perfect moment, but the weight of the world was now starting to press down.

“Can I borrow a toothbrush?”

~RB~

 

VunG:  Heh, Tommy really was incorrigible wasn’t he? Not that she minded, though right now she felt like she didn’t think that she would be able to handle another go right now. Their wild romp was absolutely amazing though, and as he laid there stroking her, she almost wished that she was able to go again. This would definitely have to be something they did again, she wanted to spend more time with this wonderful man, to get to know him inside and out. That said, right now she was a little preoccupied by his goofy actions, and to his words she smiled charmingly and began drawing circles and figure eights on his chest, propping herself up on her good arm and examining his body again. Tommy was a wonderful, intelligent, compassionate, and downright entertaining person, and she truly enjoyed his company. A whispered “Mmhmm” would be his response to getting used to this; even if this never became romantic, she damn well wanted to stay around him for a long while.

Though, part of her wondered how true those words he’d said about him falling for her were true. It didn’t scare her or anything silly like that, but it was an interesting thought. Well, she’d find out in time, wouldn’t she? After his soft kisses, she looked to him and grinned at his joking threat that he’d likely be unable to hold himself back, rolling her eyes. Flicking his nose lightly, she went ahead and rolled off him, sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching with a silent yawn. His question was a little odd, though when she touched her own teeth with her tongue, she definitely understood why and gave him a nod, getting up herself to head that same direction… though not before stretching again, a few soft cricks coming out. Hrmm… hopefully she wasn’t getting too old, she was only thirty after all. Heh, ‘only’ thirty.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy threw back the sheet and rolled off the bed to be standing up straight. He arched his back, placing his hands down at the small of his back – still naked as the day he was born. A few light stretches and he thudded over to the bathroom, where a welcoming shower awaited. Tommy still had his change of clothes in a small sports bag, since he never got dressed the first time he tried that morning. The sound of the hot water jets on the tiles, followed by the glass sliding panel gliding across was the clues that Tommy wasn’t waiting for any invitations. Snatching up the soap, he lathered his torso and lower regions well, whistling as he did so. He tipped his head under the shower nozzle, and soaked his hair right through. His silhouette could just be made out through the opaque glass door, and every so often you would see either his forearm or his backside pressed against it. It wasn’t the biggest shower cubicle in the world, but then again, Tommy was not a small man. Steam soon filled the bathroom, as Tommy scrubbed, washed and cleansed himself from his wild tryst with Elissa.

The door finally slid back, allowing yet another cloud of steam to escape. The bathroom mirror was now completely fogged up, yet that didn’t bother Tommy. Without even drying himself down, he stepped across to the vanity and found a new toothbrush. Elissa must change them regularly, he thought to himself. Happily, he started brushing his teeth, his naked body dripping water onto the floor. It was moments like these you could see that Tommy wasn’t exactly polished. Any sane woman would be barking at him to clean up the floor, in case someone slipped.

Spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste foam, he wiped his hand in a circle in the mirror and checked his teeth -baring them at the reflection in the mirror. Looking good. His hair was a shaggy mess of wet locks, and he shook his head twice before letting it settle in place.

That was enough for him.

Snatching up a towel, he hung it loosely around his hips and strolled back into the bathroom, jerking his thumb back at the mess he left.

“Shower’s free.”

He bent over the sports bag and unzipped it, looking for his clothes. Shirt, pants, jocks, socks….nah, he wasn’t going to wear the tie today. His towel dropped to the floor, as he bent over to start putting on his undies. Giving Elissa, one hell of a view.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa would be a little slower to get moving, but she was more than happy to watch Tommy’s journey to the bathroom, watching his fine booty all the while. Eventually she would get the worst of her kinks out and walk over to the bathroom, also stark naked and not really caring since, you know, this was her house. Her eyes trailed over his sihlouette while he went about washing, perhaps feeling a little weird about how voyeuristic she was being, but considering what had just happened didn’t particularly care. He was a touch small for that shower though… granted she wasn’t the biggest person ever so perhaps that was more his fault. Oh well. Eventually she would go about brushing her own teeth, still watching him the whole while, and once finished would start getting out the stuff to replace her bandage, though waiting until she had showered to do so.

When he got out, she would go ahead and get out of his way, though would get distracted when she realized that he was pretty much making a slippery mess out of her floor. Well, guess house manners were the one bit of training that he didn’t come with; she could live with that. Sighing in good humor, she tossed a towel over to the affected area and signed to him, ~Your mess, your work.~

Of course, as he mentioned that the shower was free, she was about to head in herself when she turned just in time to see him moving to put his underwear on, his wonderful posterior proudly displayed for her. Grinning wickedly, she darted over quickly, and gave him a frighteningly strong smack on the bum, leaving a bright red handprint for him. Of course, she didn’t wait for ‘retaliation,’ which she was certain would come, she just darted over to the shower and stuck his tongue out at him as she closed the door. With that, she went about the process of cleaning herself up from their bit of love making, also perfectly visible in silhouette as she went. Actually, if Tommy stuck around the bathroom to watch, she might start dancing a little for him; nothing masterful, but he wasn’t the only one that had some moves.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~WHACK!~

The sudden stinging sensation of a right royal spanking had Tommy stand upright in a flash. Wow, and did it sting. He instantly reached around to touch his now glowing ass cheek, his mouth having fallen open in surprise. She smacked him! And not just a love pat, this was like a horse bite. “You cheeky bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, rubbing his now throbbing backside. It was going to leave a mark for sure. Elissa was not only daring, she was speedy too. Having done the deed and then zipped across the floor to find refuge in the shower cubicle, not before poking out her tongue playfully. Tommy couldn’t help but smirk at her wicked ways. He was half tempted to rip off his undies and join her in that shower for another romp, but he knew that he had already bitten off more than he could chew in that department. They couldn’t spend the next few days fucking. Or could they? He did consider it for a moment. This brought about a small chuckle, which he quickly recovered from.

“I know where you live.” What a retort. Of course he did. He was standing in her bathroom. Slowly, Tommy continued with getting dressed, but he also kept one eye on the shower – and why not. He was keen to watch her cleanse that gorgeous body of hers. As he pulled on his pants, his eyes kept looking up at her…watching. Reaching for his shirt, he threaded his arms in….again slowly as he was in no hurry to leave. He left the top button undone, but tucked his shirt into this pants and threaded on a belt. Soon he was pretty much ready for the day. If only every morning could be this good.

 

A man could get used to it.

He leaned against the vanity with his palms resting on the marble top, drumming his fingers along the edging. Waiting for another peek at what he now considered to be his girl. Part of him was still worried that she would see this as just a one night thing. Only time would tell if she would ask him for more.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

Afterglow – GS.

 

Tommy and Elissa have just enjoyed their second tryst in a matter of hours.  Now, they reflect in the afterglow.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

Co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  There was one certainty: Elissa was going to have to buy new sheets, a new bedframe, and possibly a new mattress after this mad escapade. Every part of her was quivering with the tension of the approaching climax, both eager for it to come and at the same time not wanting it to stop. She held on as long as she could, and all the while his wonderful grip and siren-like voice entranced her into perfect rhythm with him, his twitching member making practically controlling her.

Then, on the last of those three thrusts she felt him slam into and hold on her spot, she immediately cried out as her entire body seemed to respond by reversing onto him. Her breath caught as her lower area clamped possessively onto him, her fluids cascading out of her while she quietly screamed at the ceiling and arched her back as far as she could manage. With this wonderful release every inch of her body seemed to be struck with lightning, and she felt as if she would be paralyzed in this mad moment. She had no idea how long her own climax lasted, but it seemed to go on forever, all the while she seemed to be holding her breath, only gasping once it finally finished.

By the time she was done, her mouth and throat were dry as a desert, her body was slick with sweat alongside a good portion of her hair, and she didn’t look forward to what she’d need to do to her sheets. And it was oh so worth it. The moment that she was let back down on to the bed and Tommy flopped over by her, she promptly laid down on top of him, nuzzling her head into his neck and closing her eyes as she snuggled up to him, soaking in this wonderful feeling. Her hands rested limply on him, and if she weren’t still occasionally moving one would be forgiven to think she’d passed out… and while she wasn’t sleepy, boy did she feel exhausted. This… this was the best night… morning… encounter she’d had with anyone, bar none, and she was very quickly reconsidering her thought of ‘maybe it’s not love’ after this… Gosh, she was still tingling from head to toe.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy was exhausted. Euphoric, but completely spent. The bed gave one last groan as the two collapsed from exhaustion and relief. What started as a playful romp in the kitchen, turned into a frantic and wild few hours of rough and tumble love making. From whispered words, to outright screams of passion – well, silent ones from Elissa. Tommy’s throat was dry and he noisily tried to take in breath – gasping as Elissa laid herself on top of him. She was completely spent – soaked in sweat and her own release. Funnily enough, Tommy had this goofy smile on his face. It was like his mind had gone blank and he couldn’t even string a sentence together. Drugged by the feelings that were now felt not just by him, but by Elissa as well. Lazily, he draped an arm across Elissa’s back and tilted his head forward enough to plant a kiss on her wet forehead.

“Well that was unexpected.” No shit.

Tommy then let out a small laugh, which grew louder as he cuddled Elissa close to his chest. There was no way he could go a third round. He was only human after all. It was going to take a while to come down from the high that Tommy was feeling, his body tingling and aching all at the same time.

“I know this is going to sound corny, but….THAT WAS THE BEST EVER!” His enthusiasm would probably scare her as his voice became raised at the end of the sentence. Tommy then let his head fall back on the pillow and conceded one small thing. “I don’t want to get up.” He knew he should, but for now, he wanted to savor the moment.

~RB~

 

VunG:  There was no way that Elissa would be able to do a whole heck of a lot for the time being, she was absolutely beaten. When she had let Tommy into her home, she wouldn’t have even imagined that this was how they would wind up, but damn she felt so completely purged. She was so utterly exhausted, so soaked with sweat, and she felt struck dumb with what had just happened. It was just as well she couldn’t speak, she probably would’ve been unable to say anything coherent anyways. As his hands wrapped around her, she settled lightly into it, her fingers resting lightly on his shoulders as they cuddled in the afterglow. His unexpected comment got a chuckle out of her, and she nodded agreeably while he continued to laugh at this amazing feeling. Like him, she still felt like she was somewhere on cloud nine, and she had no intention of willingly coming down any time soon.

To his strangely energetic compliment, she winced a little at the volume but found her smile widening and she looked at him with a cheerful (if not slightly tired) grin, going over and giving him a kiss on the cheek and looking to his eyes with a cheery expression. She agreed one hundred and ten percent, this was just downright awesome, and she felt awesome, and he should feel awesome. As he flopped back to his pillow and stated his desire to remain in place, she chuckled and let out a content sigh, reaching up and putting her hands in front of his eyes and stated plainly, ~Then don’t,~ at which point she let herself flop down against him and closed her eyes. Ah… she felt like she could sleep right now, just pass out in this warm feeling. Ah… this was just what they both needed.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was lights out. Well, it was Elissa’s hands coming to rest upon Tommy’s eyes with the very soft voice. Barely above a whisper, but Tommy heard it. ~Then don’t~ giving him the okay that he didn’t have to get up. The sweet and sweaty lass then lay herself down against him, so he couldn’t get up even if he wanted to. Now, it was his turn to surrender when she pulled away her hands. The wonderfully warm feelings were not just his. She made herself quite comfortable upon him and that was when she closed her eyes. Tommy’s right hand moved to the middle of her back, and started to stroke her lightly, until it would finally come to rest. Slowly his hand slipped from her back and landed upon the torn cotton sheet – his head lolling slowly to rest on the pillow and his eyes closing.

Nothing, but the gentle sound of breathing was all that was heard. Exhaustion had claimed them both and they fell into a deep sleep.

When they woke later, would things change for the pair?

Out on the coffee table in the lounge room was the evidence that showed the Commander in a few compromising and disgusting positions. Perfect material for blackmail, should Tommy decide to use it. Course, they had still not heard back from Frank. No doubt, Elissa was going to give him a piece of her mind.

Back in the bedroom however, all that was forgotten for now. Tommy’s mind was filled with one person….and that was the woman he held in his arms.

~RB~

 

VunG:  As Tommy’s hands came to rest on her back, Elissa felt utterly safe, his arms were all that she needed in this moment, and he seemed to be more than happy to provide. She felt herself slowly nestling into their sweat-slicked embrace, and as he stroked her back she snuggled up to him… and eventually all of her attempts to remain awake would fade away into the land of dreams, his shoulder making her pillow and his chest her mattress.

Gradually she fell into what was likely the deepest sleep she ever had, one free from thoughts of work of tomorrow or the horrors of yesteryear. Her mind was cleansed of the strange and horrifying pictures from Joey, from the gossip-inducing blackmail-quality works involving the Commander, from being wounded yet again. No, the fire in Elissa’s heart was tempered for once, instead her dreams simply being pleasant, soft things with only one other person to share them with: the man that now cradled her in his arms.

Perhaps Franks should hope that she forgets about his drastic abandonment and apparent suicidal intent; because right now she was at peace and if he kept his head down she’d probably just let it go. As it was, whenever Tommy awoke she would still be out like a light, quietly snoozing against her lover. Regardless what the future brought, she was pretty damn certain that their relationship wouldn’t be the same. Love or not, Elissa had every intent of staying around Tommy long enough to find out.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Such a serene face captivated Tommy as he slowly opened his eyes to find Elissa snuggled close up against his chest. A wry smile crept upon his face as he eased himself up slightly, hoping not to wake this sleeping beauty. Her breath was warm yet light against his bare skin and this sent a tingle through his body like an electrical current. Memories of the wonderful mornings activities replayed themselves over and over in a loop. Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle softly at just how incredible Elissa was. One who was unable to speak, was able to let her body do the talking and what a tale it told. Elissa was at times soft and gentle, like now in his arms and yet when the fires of passion were ignited, she was a virtual hell cat in the sack. Demanding, and wild. Tommy came to discover that she liked it rough and it was something he was more than willing to offer her. It wasn’t till he noticed the bandages from the night before that he suddenly cursed himself. Damn, she must have been hurt more by their play – but she hadn’t complained once. Tommy moved his hand to stroke her back softly, all the while just staring at her face. He could gaze at her day in and day out and never be bored. Tommy would hold a candle to Elissa till such a time where she tired of him. It was clear she wasn’t after anything serious, though Tommy had never felt this way about a woman before. Could it be a sign that he was changing his ways? Had the Tommy Tiger been tamed?

Right now, all he cared about was savoring the moment, the magic that the two shared.

Tipping his head forward slightly, he ran his nose through Elissa’s hair, raining small kisses as he went. Even in the afterglow of their wild lovemaking, she still smelt incredible. If only he could bottle it.

Tommy hoped that his actions might stir Elissa from her slumber. Not cause he was eager to go again, but more cause he wanted to see that smile once more.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Eventually Tommy’s actions would get Elissa to start waking, though it was slow definitely. Initially just his hand’s movements along her back would get her to stir a little in her sleep, a sound like a tiger’s chuff peeking through as she snuggled a little bit up against him. His kisses along her hair would take a little while, but she would finally let out a light squeak-like groan and start looking up towards him, an amused smile on her face at his antics. As tired as she probably looked, she was perfectly fine with Tommy waking her. In fact, while she hadn’t really thought about it, seeing him smiling at her was oddly… soothing. She wasn’t really looking for a serious relationship, but that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t take one if it became clear that there was a connection, and truth be told she was feeling really safe around Tommy. She felt like she didn’t need to be on-guard at all times. She felt… content. There was a word that she hadn’t felt in some time. Could this really be happening to her again? Had someone actually penetrated her jaded heart?

Well, if nothing else, he’d certainly penetrated something and piqued her interest. Smiling back at him, she leaned up and gave him a peck on the lips before mouthing sleepily, *Morning* and giving a big cat-like yawn before crossing her arms on his chest and laying her head on them, still looking up at his wonderful face. Hrmm… he really did have an interesting smell… she really didn’t know what to think about it, but she was pretty certain, she liked it. There was a really enticing look in his eye too, it was really sweet and it made her wonder what he was thinking about.

 

Wild abandon – GS.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Well that certainly did the trick. Elissa had been hoping she’d goad him into something, though perhaps she hadn’t been ready for how eagerly he went into it. Heck, she thought that he was just a guy who went with the flow of whatever the girl was like, playing sub if she was dom, and dom if she was sub. Instead, however, she got far more than she’d bargained for, and she was more than happy for it.

Surprisingly, she didn’t fall over when he shot up, though she was very visibly surprised… and distracted for when he went for her legs. That got her over right away, landing with a bounce onto her back, yet surprisingly even to herself she found herself letting out a laugh at that. And then she beheld her position, and almost immediately she saw just how this was going to go. He had her damn well, smack on her back with her legs held rather conveniently open, stuck leaning her head up to look up at him as he stood over her, that triumphant grin telling her all that she needed to know. He was more than comfortable in the dominant position, and for the first time in a very long time she found herself bottoming out. Heh, well, so much for the tender cuddling; this was going to be interesting.

To his somewhat unnecessary words, she ‘purred’ and gave an eager grin and a thumbs up. Someone ring the bell, damn it. As he leaned forward and began nibbling at her nipple, she promptly let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her good hand going up to his shoulders just to have something to hold onto, and the other reaching down to toy with herself to make sure to get fully back into the mood. Ah… that feeling of his mouth sent shivers down her spine; she never knew what it was about that kind of touch, but it always got her going something fierce. God, he knew how to do this work; this better become a regular thing for them.

 

Razorbackwriter:  God, that purr of hers. It was dead sexy and was like waving a red flag at a bull. The thumbs up was a bit cheesy, but at this point Tommy simply didn’t care. He’d been given the green light, so to speak. Not that he needed it, Tommy was intent to show Elissa that he had it, when he felt like it. His head lifted from her bosom, but his teeth were attached to her nipple – pulling it taut till he finally let it go. That was sure to give her more than a tingle. A little pain hurt no one. With his arms hooked around her legs, he yanked her hard so that she was pressed up to his waiting member, that was once again engorged and throbbing. Elissa had already started to tease herself with her fingers, to help speed things along, but he wasn’t going to wait.

Straightening himself up, he lined up the head and then in one powered thrust, he forced himself within her with a loud grunt. No more growls – this was going to get pretty hot and heavy. Watching her body slide forward as he took her in earnest, he drew out slightly, before powering in three rapid hip thrusts that were like pistons firing up inside an engine. To get even closer in, he took her right leg and threw it over his shoulder gaining him even closer range. Her ass rising slightly off the bed as he reached for her shoulder and then started to rock his hips back and forth at a furious pace. Every thrust brought from him a labored grunt. His chest swelling and falling.

Tommy only lowered his head to enjoy the spectacle of watching her take it. Her bosoms like small jello molds – jiggling up and back in time to his rhythmic action. He could feel her inner walls clench and tighten around his growing length as he strived to fill her to the brim till she screamed his name.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Well, Elissa was practically asking for him to treat her rough, and that was exactly what she got. The feeling of her nipple getting pulled made her gasp in excitement, ignoring the pain and instead focusing on the electric feeling that shot through her. As he yanked her up to his head, she couldn’t help but feel a tremble of anticipation going through her, looking at his member expectantly then back up at him as she waited for him to get going, propping herself up on her arms in anticipation. And boy did he not wait, immediately making her gasp quickly with each thrust and tilt her head back, her back arching against the sudden rapid-fire pumps. Even before he got moving in earnest she felt herself tightening at the feeling, her fingers clenching at the bedsheets in preparation.

Of course, then that preparation was thrown off as he suddenly took her leg and put it over her shoulder, leaving her spread nice and wide for him as he prepared to get as far in as he could manage. Reaching up with her left hand, she pulled her left leg back as far as she could manage and still remain stable in this strange position, while her now helpless right hand tried to keep her nicely propped up, helping her backside to remain airborne. And then he began, and almost immediately she found herself feeling oddly overwhelmed by the ferocious pace. She did all she could to work with him, pulling on him with the leg he had over his shoulder with every thrust and move her own body to help a gyration, but that was all she could manage. Her mouth was left open as she was tossed about on her own bed like a ragdoll (or so it felt to her), her back arched and chest jiggling aggressively as Tommy continued his masterful work.

However, she refused to just let herself climax quickly, she wanted him to work for it, and she had pretty good self-control, though it was damn obvious from the raspy high-pitched growls escaping her that she was pretty damn pleasured; heck those were probably the closest she came to screaming. Her fingers dug into her sheets and leg, respectively, and she looked at him, biting her lip hard, trying very hard to look like she was resisting his attempts to get her to finish before him, not very well obviously. Eventually she would jolt, not in finish but just as he struck into her in a particular way, and she would seem to briefly fight him, reflexively (and shockingly successfully) croaking, “Tommy!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  You could see the redness of Tommy’s teeth marks on the dark circle of her areola. Her breasts shaking back and forth violently, as Tommy gave no quarter. This was their second time within an hour and he knew it was going to take a bit to get her worked up to experiencing a screaming orgasm. Beads of sweat were forming upon Tommy’s torso and forehead – a single droplet rolling down the line of his cheek bone as he clenched his jaw and snorted hard through his nostrils. She dared him to give no quarter and he rose valiantly to the challenge. The bed protested and groaned with the force of the two lovers. Tommy’s eyes roamed over Elissa, who was now clutching at the bed sheets for support, but they would soon give way to tearing if Tommy had any say in it. With his hand firmly clasped to her thigh as he used it to gain full access he could only sneer as Elissa let out a strangled version of his name. Almost croaking as he found her pleasure spot.

At her cry, Tommy pulled out from her and did something totally unexpected. He snatched up the tie that had been discarded earlier and draped it around his neck. Tommy then used his grip on her leg to flip her over onto her stomach. Again being very much in charge.

“Relax….” He chortled, whilst taking the tie and reaching forward to wrap it around her neck. Tommy would then pull back enough that she could only lift her head back or find her breathing to become difficult. Slamming down his palm at her side, he then started to rub his length teasingly along the crack of her ass, her back having to give and arch as he had hold of her neck via the tie. This was extreme, but the shock should be enough to awaken the tiger within her.

His thickened member was already lubed from her own juices and made it all too easy to tease her with. Biting her shoulder (the good one), he whispered.

:”How about letting me in the back door?”

~RB~

 

VunG:  Sweat seemed to be pouring off of Elissa, her skin slick and beads rolling off her forehead heavily. Her cheeks were flushed red, her throat raw as a butcher’s shop, she could practically feel herself dripping, and she was pretty certain that her sheets weren’t going to survive the morning. And that was exactly how she wanted it. Of course, imagine her [very brief] displeasure when after getting her special spot struck Tommy, rather than continue pushing for that, pulled himself out. Of course, before she could even make any sign of displeasure, she noticed him reaching for something and realized that he had something in mind. Before she could get a good look at whatever he had snatched up she found herself bodily flipped over, and that sense of disappointment evaporated at the manhandling, eager to see what he had in mind.

She actually resisted the feel of the tie a little bit, in spite of his words, though not with any conviction since she figured there was a reason he was doing that; it just felt strange. However, at the pressure, she obediently tilted her head back, laying on her stomach and gripping the sheets and bending her legs out to grant him plenty of access. As he felt his member touch against her backside, she arched even without the encouragement of the tie, another excited gasp escaping her as she realized what he was planning to do. This wasn’t actually something she’d bothered to try, no particular reason it just never occurred to her; but hell if the rest of this was anything to go then this was going to be quite the experience. Hell, between her own juices and the way that his member felt slick against her backside she suspected that it would be easier going in than most times, but regardless she knew that her sheets were getting shredded.

As she felt him bite her shoulder, she let out another heady purr, arching into his touch, not caring at all about whatever marks she might have after this. To his question, she let out another purr and pressed her backside against him encouragingly, eyes turning as much towards his as she could and gave him a look so longing you would think she was being starved. While she couldn’t do so, if she had her voice she would have growled, ‘Yes! Whichever door! Just get back to it!’ She was still swimming from his actions before as well as from some strange semi-masochistic excitement, and she had no intention of letting her engines spool down.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy casually licked the bite mark upon Eliss’a shoulder – his tongue making small circles, knowing full well that she was now aching to have him take her once more. The pleasured purrs had a distinct sound to it. From a solid base and rising in pitch. Oh she wanted it bad. Having pulled out at the right time, in his view; he was staving off the inevitable. Tommy’s hot breath blew upon the wetness of the spot where his tongue had been – all the while he was pulling a little more on the tie. Giving a commanding hold over her. She wanted it rough? That was exactly how it was to be. No more soft and gently, this girl liked it hard and nasty. In fact, the view of her face as she turned to growl at him again was for him to get on with it. Do it! Do it now! Elissa pushed back with those sweet cheeks of hers – urging, encouraging him to use her and well.

“You want me? Don’t you?” Tommy’s voice had a down right husky edge as he pushed himself up to get right in behind her. Her round buttocks propped up for him – a right cat on heat. He could see the glistening of her lower sex and he gave that a slight rub with two fingers to tease her more. All the while his throbbing length tapped her left ass cheek. Tommy spanked that ass cheek and hard. Reinforcing his intent. The tie wound around his hand like a reign and he gave that a sharp tug. Tommy was going to ride this bitch till she couldn’t take anymore.

Lining up the shining head with his free hand, he placed it to the puckered opening and gave a little push – just enough to let her know he was ready. Tommy was rocking his hips slightly. Teasing that head to her opening. Such a sweet sight – her body glistening and arching all for him. Then he eased in just an inch, enough to make her yelp for sure. It was so fucking tight, that Tommy threw his head back and gasped. His right hand clasped her hip and he started to burrow in deeper…and deeper. The further he went, the pain was unbelievable. So TIGHT!. Even with the lubrication of her own juices, he could feel her inner walls resisting.

“Come on baby. push back” He growled, as he was now practically touching her ass with his thighs.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Agh! The damn teasing was nearly unbearable. Every tiny twitch of his body sent tingles across her skin, and every yank of the tie made her heart pound furiously in her ears. Even this short period of time showed just how much he enjoyed teasing her, to the point that she felt as if she might attempt to fight back just to get him back in. Yeah, she felt like a cat in heat alright, but to be fair he’d been the one to start the fire; no sense putting water on it. At his words, she felt a shiver, unable to confirm in any other way than a further purr. She propped herself up on her arms a bit, just so she would be able to stay stable. The feeling of his fingers’ intrusion earned more sounds from her, and at the spanking she just shoved her backside up against him again, submitting eagerly to the commanding force of the tie. She needed to be ridden, not now but right now! She needed to be taken as hard as he could manage and until they both collapsed.

As he prepared to enter, she braced herself fully, arching gladly and rolling her shoulders in preparation, almost resting into the grasp of the tie and finding strange comfort in it at the alien touch of his slick member near her tight hole. Oh how his body was tantalizing her; she might not be able to see his, but what she felt told all she needed. And then… penetration: almost immediately her entire body arched ferociously against it and she inhaled incredibly sharply. She’d heard how it was more than a bit painful for those new to it (and even those used to it), but jeeze this was almost like she was getting shot in the ass! Yet, it wasn’t quite unpleasant; there was still pleasure there, perhaps amplified by the pain, and her entire body seemed to be tingling at this strange and wonderfully tight experience! She could tell from his own sounds that it was just as hard for him, and as she felt his member forcing into her taut walls she knew that this would be a team effort, even with her juices helping the lubrication. At his urging, she gladly obeyed. Fingers digging into the fabric, she let out a strangely quiet, strangled roar and slammed buttocks ferociously at him, burying him in to the hilt. Immediately she gasped at the feeling, the sound of fabric ripping heard as she forced herself to remain upright despite the blended pain and pleasure.

For a moment she seemed to be gasping for breath, remaining in his tie’s grasp as their skin touched and he remained in her. Then, before he could even begin acting, she forcibly leaned forward into his reigns as far as she could go while arching her back and leaning her head back before slamming hard back onto him, letting out another cry as she felt her entire body tremble and her lower lips slightly dripping at the forced widening of her walls.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The beauty of that back as it arched and showed off the curve of her spine. Elissa was indeed a creature to be tamed and Tommy would do so right in that bed. The feelings were swirling through Tommy’s mind. The aching need to be complete with her – filling her as far as he could possibly go. The hand slap he had given her had left a red welt upon her skin, but it did the trick and had her submit. Gladly surrendering her inhibitions right then and there. The force though with which she pushed back showed an eagerness. She wanted him as much as he her….and was prepared to push herself past the boundary of pain. Those soft cheeks were set to take a pounding, that was for sure. The sudden tearing of the sheets meant that she had gripped the cotton way too hard. Be it the searing pain of his thick member opening her up inside, that had done it. The pain. It was exquisite. Words could barely describe the feeling. Almost like a vice as her walls tensed and gave no quarter. Elissa would need to relax, but at the moment she was as taut as a barbed wire fence, and just as dangerous. As they appeared almost locked together – fused, the pair both panted hard and fast. It was like each was gaining more from this action than either had imagined possible.

With a surprised expression, Tommy watched as Elissa drew her body forward – her neck being pulled tight by the tie as she readied to slam back so he would be forced to drill into her. God, was she real? The feeling as his slick member slid out was indescribable. Then she pushed back so hard it near took his breath away. Elissa was giving it her all – pushing past the pain as the pleasure erupted between them. Spurned by her actions, Tommy’s fingers dug into her flesh and he then started the rhythm that would be the catalyst for their wild lovemaking. Tommy almost let out a roar as he simply let himself go. Gripping that hip and pulling it back and then pushing it forward relentlessly.

Tommy kept a tight reign on her with the tie and now the pair were in perfect sync. The bed creaking and moaning, the bed springs squealing as the pair humped madly. Tommy riding her like no other man had. He was being driven onward by an aching need – a swelling that was set to burst inside of her at the rate they were going. How her body could take such treatment was beyond imagination.

“God, you’re so good!” Tommy blurted in between gasps of breath. These being ragged and intense. After a few good thrusts he pulled right out and then hoisted her hip up higher as he set to take her lower once more. To find that spot and bring her home.

She was incredibly slick…the bed sheets drenched and torn. No doubt she would need to get new ones.

~RB~

 

VunG:  This was utter and complete madness. This was probably the most painful sexual encounter she’d ever put herself through, bar none… and it was oh so good. Tommy was driving her absolutely insane, everything he was doing was spurring her on like some furious horse, and she was barely able to keep her breath up as they went. The feel of his fingers only encouraged her, the red marks that they would leave forgotten as she obeyed the unspoken command of his touch, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Every thrust made her arch her back and her arms shake, but she didn’t stop, remaining in sync with him as he rode her, her bed making the soundtrack to their furious lovemaking. She could feel herself wanting to climax yet unable to for some reason, his member throbbing within her as it went; oh this was exactly what she needed.

She was unable to respond to his words, indeed she could barely think other than to be encouraged by him, redoubling her efforts afterwards. Then, to her surprise she felt him pull out, her backside aching at the treatment and her body aching for more, to be finished properly. Of course, she knew what he was up to the moment she felt her hips moving upwards, and the moment she felt his member even prod into her she slammed herself back on him with all the force she could muster, a raspy, wispy howl escaping her as she did so. GOD that felt good! She was so sensitive now and her adrenaline pounding so hard that she would probably be ready to go at full power no matter how hard he pushed her. Come on! You’re on the home stretch! Bring it home! She could already feel the first hints of that familiar tingling in her, she needed to feel that member of his strike that spot of hers as hard and as often as he could manage! Don’t hold back, just pound away and use her until he couldn’t any more!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Beauty. That was the only way to describe the look on Elissa’s face. She was blossoming under the onslaught of Tommy’s brutal love making. Harder and harder he rode her, with the end clearly in sight. They were moving together in total sync, but the bed – it was crying out in protest as it wasn’t made for such antics. Would he finish her in time before breaking the bed? Any thoughts of that were extinguished as Tommy girth was now at a point where he could feel the ache in his balls. Tommy let out another series of grunts that were in time with his furious hip thrusts. Faster….faster. It was like a sexual marathon race and both were about to cross the finish line. He angled himself to thrust up and this was sure to set off her special spot deep within. Tommy wanted to feel her cum. He wanted to ejaculate right as she was in the throes of an earth shattering orgasm. Just a few more……

The last three thrusts would have Tommy start to stiffen, becoming almost rigid as the swelling reached a crescendo. Tommy threw his head back and cried out Elissa’s name. It was guttural and an almost strangled sound as he fought for breath then held it. Tommy gripped Elissa’s hips as he burrowed deep and then held her. His member shooting out streams of hot jism up into her womb. Tommy only moved slightly as he let himself go. The release was incredible after the long build up.

Tommy’s body was glistening with sweat and a small stream of their juices made a wet patch beneath them. The sheets were torn and abused, much like the bed. Tommy held Elissa in that same position until she was spent, and only then would he fall back on the bed – panting like a dog.

~RB~

 

 

 

One step ahead – GS.

Scene setting:  Elissa’s apartment.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  It seemed that Tommy had taken what Elissa had implied the worst way possible. She was a bit of a cynic lately, that was just what the world had made of her, and so she was reluctant to say anything definitely even to herself. She wasn’t trying to tell him that this was nothing but sex, because it wasn’t; even if she didn’t fall for Tommy she definitely cared for him, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt him. Indeed, she enjoyed this physicality, but it wasn’t what she truly found precious. She felt so… warm with him, it was rare for something to penetrate the shell she’d erected around herself, and she was more than happy to have him there. Unfortunately, her bluntness had bitten them both in the ass.

While Tommy clearly made an attempt to act unaffected by her response, it was clear that he seemed… well hurt was the best word she could come up with. It broke her heart that that was how he’d taken it, and even as he rolled over she began trying to come up with words to attempt to fix it. Eventually, after a lot of brainstorming, she came up empty and decided to just wing it. Suddenly she swung herself back over to straddle Tommy again and leaned on him with her elbows, looking down at him with the softest, most apologetic expression she could manage. Slowly she reached up and took his chin to get him to look at her, and then leaned up a bit and signed, a sheepish expression on her face. ~I didn’t say I felt nothing,~ she said, almost as if she were chastising herself as much as him, ~I’m more than willing to find out if it is love.~ She really didn’t want to leave him feeling like his emotions were falling on deaf ears, because they didn’t; she adored Tommy, and he was brave to get those words out to begin with. Much braver than her, when she could only speak in uncertainties. She leaned in close to him, not moving to kiss, but just resting on top of him, and returning his poke on the nose, giving him an uncertain smile, hoping he at least forgave her for her unthinking callousness.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy was wearing his heart on his sleeve. Laying there exposed and now flaccid. Amazing how the body reacts to the mind so quickly. The brave face was nothing but a front. A mask of feelings that were not genuine. Frank would smack the shit out of him for acting so stupid. He’d always been the one that loved and left. Staying to snuggle, hug….was never an option. He didn’t ever invest himself emotionally in a new relationship. Trying to stay one step ahead always. But Elissa had caught him off guard completely, and he reacted totally out of character. Was he even thinking of how she would react as he more or less mirrored her response. That gentle shrug. Trying to shake it all off.

 

The thing was he gave unsaid signals all by body language and Elissa was a lot quicker than he gave her credit. She was quick to straddle him, a dominant move just like earlier only this time it was not because she wanted to go for round two. Elissa took his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her as she sighed and showed a sheepish look. Elissa was trying to convey that she did feel something, but it just wasn’t love. Not yet. If Tommy had really been thinking, it would be impossible to fall in love with someone in such a short space of time. At least she was realistic. Grounded. This is something Tommy had to admire. He bore a crooked half smile as he tried to find the humor in the situation – always a fail safe. Then Elissa said something with her hands that he did understand. It broke through finally that she was willing to find out what love was. That would require time; and they both had plenty of that.

Elissa then poked his nose, rather than seal her words with a kiss. This would be their thing. She looked so hopeful that he understood what she felt and thankfully, he took her fingers and bit on them playfully. That boyishness returning in the full. His ego was bruised, sure – but not broken.

Tommy reached around and slapped Elissa’s backside playfully.

“You just wanted to be on top. I know all about girls like you.”

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was actually kind of strange, but Elissa was almost afraid of alienating Tommy… she didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to be left alone. She wouldn’t quite call it an alien sensation, but she certainly wasn’t comfortable with the thought; yet as had been made apparent she was more the sort to handle a problem head on than avoid it. Thankfully though, her bravery wouldn’t need to be tested, as once his expression cleared up, she could tell that he was at least mostly back, perhaps not fully but enough for things to more or less return to how they were moments ago. Of course, the way he decided to confirm those thoughts was… unusual, and when he began nibbling on her fingers she found herself stifling a laugh, not entirely certain how to react but finding it funny. She even went so far as to wiggle her fingers, playing with him as if he were a cat, happy to just take this playful stance. And then he went ahead and smacked her backside. She made a face like she would have yelped with surprise if she could, but then she promptly settled into a wickedly playful grin.

To his accusation of her being ‘one of those girls,’ she just sat gave him a ‘guilty as charged’ shrug, giving him a Cheshire cat grin as she did so. Then she sat up a bit straighter, looking down on him confidently, nibbling on her own lips thoughtfully. ~I didn’t see you trying to take charge,~ she countered challengingly, placing her hands on her hips afterwards, almost daring him to try something. Of course, she actually kind of wanted him to try something, whether it be just friendly non-sexual playing or bending her over and taking her furiously. In case he hadn’t guessed, she was a bit more rough and tumble than most gals, and while she could do soft, she preferred to go hard and heavy with whatever she did.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Oh she was the devil for trying to say that Tommy was not dominant. Not taking charge, eh? That was a dare if ever he saw one. Watching her sit up straight and place those tiny hands on her hips – the way she chewed her bottom lip all seductive like. Yep, she WAS one of those girls. Damn straight.

So…Tommy rose to the challenge. In fact the way he shot up would have her caught off guard, possibly falling backwards. Tommy was fast and reached for her legs, so he could make sure she did fall back on the bed as he went to being on his knees. Flat on her back. Who was the dominant one now? He didn’t grip her legs hard, but she wouldn’t exactly be able to wiggle herself free.

So there she was, legs spread and Tommy in a commanding position. Tommy arched his right brow as he cracked a wicked smile.

“Round two then?”

He’d seen the Cheshire grin, the playful tease. The earlier closeness and touching was now a memory as Tommy changed tact and decided to play the Dom. He bent forward and then licked her right nipple before biting it. The playing had just begun to get more serious.

~RB~

Wrong Impressions – GS.

Scene setting: Elissa’s Apartment – GS.

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Oh, the precious feelings of the after-glow. For the first time in what felt like ages Elissa could feel her barriers lowering; here the real world couldn’t touch them… they were away from it all. It had been far too long since she experienced a moment like this, where she could just take to someone like this and embrace. As they continued to kiss, her hands roamed a bit, straying down to his backside, lightly feeling and testing his wonderful body. Even if this wasn’t love, she felt absolutely enraptured by this wonderful intimacy.

As he took her cheek, she gladly looked back into his eyes, relaxing and searching him, trying to figure out what thoughts were going through his head. She, for her part, didn’t think that this was love… yet. She had felt this sensation before, her husband and another man on the force before him. The latter never progressed beyond a physical relationship, but she always cared about him as a friend, even now that he had left the city she kept in contact with him. This was something that could become love, and she had no issue with that, but at the same time it could just be the warmth of intimacy.

She too was aware of the day beginning, but she was in no hurry to let get the day get going. There was nothing she knew of that they really needed to do, unless Tommy had work, and while she definitely needed to get clean, she couldn’t shower proper for a few hours yet so it was something she wanted to put off as long as possible. She was perfectly fine just staying here with him, perhaps just snuggling, perhaps going out on a proper date, perhaps showering together, perhaps watching movies, perhaps making more bed music. To her the outside world wasn’t so much tearing away at their little world; it was laying siege, but she had more than enough food to last for a while yet.

And then suddenly Tommy said something that completely threw her off-guard. He was falling for her. She blinked with surprise, looking down and to the side in thought, trying to figure out her own thoughts. She… wasn’t quite there for him… she definitely cared for him, she wanted to find out if she would fall for him… but she wasn’t there. Still, she supposed they’d find out what this was in time. She didn’t talk in response, but she returned her gaze to him, a soft smile appearing on her face as she shrugged lightly. She didn’t want to crush his spirits, hurting him was so far out of her desires it may as well have been in China, but lying to him was something she also didn’t want to do. Regardless, she intended to try. Slowly she leaned back in and kissed him, softer this time, but still with a great deal of passion.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy had said what he felt in his heart, the problem was he also wasn’t thinking. The words blurted out like he was a love struck teenager. But that is not who Tommy really was. Was it? It didn’t take much to see that Elissa was totally caught off guard by Tommy’s surprise admission. The truth of her feelings came not from the soft smile, but that gentle shrug of her shoulders. To Tommy that was a sign that she didn’t know how she felt…..but she didn’t feel the same. That single moment was like time had slowed and Tommy found himself now in uncharted waters. He closed his eyes as she moved in to kiss him again – still with that hunger. The passion was there, yes.

 

But it was just sex……..

Tommy reciprocated and kissed her back as he tried to put douse the feelings. He was a fool for thinking that this was love. He was a man for god’s sake. If Tommy could have slapped his forehead and cursed he would have, but instead he just held her. The wandering of his fingers came to a slow stop. Tommy drew back and then shrugged his shoulders too, before placing a finger tip on her nose and pressing it lightly. Rolling back he pulled his hands so that they would be resting behind his head – staring at the ceiling. No amount of words was going to fix what he had said.  If only the world could swallow him up.

 

~RB~