Guess who's not dead? LOL You guys don't even wanna know how life has been, but I wanted to drop in and give you this in the hopes that it'll help you to know that I do still walk among the living. I've been dealing with loss, personal chronic illness, and so much change that you can't imagine but I can understand firsthand what happens when authors just disappear. I can't promise when I'll be back and if you guys are done I'll understand, but I promise that I'll try. I hope you enjoy.
Take care,
Kit
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A moment that lasted for a few seconds, but felt more like a small eternity passed between them. He watched her chest heave as if there wasn't enough air in the room, and he saw her lips flush a deep red. He also noticed her pupils dilate, and a distinct flash of silver in her eyes for a split second. If he'd been human he would've missed it, but his Simarra was proving to be quite the mystery that he couldn't wait to unravel.
'Ohhhh shit! Ohhh shitshitshitshitshit, I have to get away from him,'
were the thoughts that were running through her head while her lusty libido was chanting a different tune,
'Holy shit he's so fucking hot, it's been two incredibly long, lonely years let's fuck him NOW!'
To make matters worse; images of them together began to flood her mind, him sitting on the bed with her on his lap, writhing above him while her legs were crossed behind his back. He had a firm grip on her hair with one hand, and was kissing and biting her neck while using his other hand to help her move. The images were so vivid, she could make out the fine sheen of sweat on their skin.
She jumped when he touched her hand, and let out a startled yelp.
"Simarra, are you alright?" When he looked into her eyes, he noticed that her pupils were dilated, and her breathing was shallow. Her cheeks also looked a bit flushed, and while he could sense and scent part of what was affecting her; he was still unsure of the entirety of what was going on.
"Wha...oh, fine...I'm fine," she stumbled out in reply. Before she got any more tongue-tied from looking into his eyes, she threw back the light blankets, stood up, and walked over to the window to view her surroundings. The hint of the outside world that she'd seen from the bed, gave this view absolutely no justice.
Instead of the blue skies on Earth, the skies on Edda were a beautiful shade of lavender. The window overlooked a large balcony that cantilevered off of the house and a cliff, and there was a waterfall off in the distance that flowed into a large lagoon. The area was surrounded by palm trees as tall as giant redwoods, and there were mountains on the right side of the house and the sea to the far left.
Loki almost groaned when she stood up and practically ran over to the window because in her haste, she must've forgotten that she wasn't dressed. She was only wearing a white camisole with a built-in shelf bra, and matching cheeky, hip-hugger underwear with a lace waistband. Not anything overtly sexy, but on a figure like hers, and to a man that already found a woman desirable it was extremely difficult for him to remain silent about the view that he was enjoying.
He also took notice of the full-back tattoo that he could see peeking out of her top. She was in such agony that he only focused on getting her comfortable upon their arrival, but they were clearly wings that spread from the center of her back out to the tips of her shoulders. The ink was black but held an iridescent quality to it, a technology he didn't think the humans had but was nonetheless a marvelous thing of beauty on her otherwise unmarred skin.
"Loki, this place is beautiful! The view is amazing," she said as she turned to him with a smile on her face. Her smile slowly faltered as she noticed the intense look on his face, and then she looked down at herself.
"I was thinking the very same thing," he replied, not even attempting to hide the fact that he was referring to a different view. "Although the view that you're referring to pales in comparison to one that I was just enjoying," he said as he slowly rose from the bed.
Loki approached her like a big cat approaches prey in the wild. Simarra's eyes were riveted to his as he took his time, once again marveling at the insane attraction she felt to this narcissistic megalomaniac. She was also realizing that as seconds turned to minutes in his company, she started to care less and less about the atrocities he'd committed; even though she should be repulsed by the very thought of them, and him. There was something about him that called to her, almost like a tether that bound her to him and although she knew the very thought of it was ridiculous, her heart had other ideas.
He was inches away from her when she noticed that he was offering her a robe to put on.
"Although I have no problem with your current state of dress, it seems that you do. Would you like to go for a walk?" He asked with a smile as he held the robe open as she put her arms in.
"Thank you, and yes; I'd love to go for a walk, but I don't have anything to wear."
"Simarra, you have everything to wear," he said with a smile as he offered her his hand. "Come, I'll show you."
When she took his hand she felt an incredible shock, they both did. It was more than a static shock, it was like a feeling of being slightly electrocuted, and she dropped his hand immediately and shook hers.
"Ouch! Oh my gosh, did you feel that?! That was intense," she said unable to mask the excitement in her voice.
"Yes...yes I did," he replied in a faraway tone while noticing that his hand and forearm had taken on a slight blue tinge at the sensation. His regular skin tone returned after a few seconds, but he seemed to be more perplexed by his Simarra as their time together wore on, and he was anxious for more answers.
"Shall we try again," he said with a smile as he offered her his hand again.
"Of course," she replied with a mock bow, but when she took his hand she was surprised to feel a similar feeling. Not enough to make her let go, but enough for them both to look into each other's eyes in acknowledgment.
"So odd...so tell me how I have "everything to wear" when all of my clothes are God knows how many miles away."
He looked thoughtful as he started walking toward the door, gently pulling her along with him.
"Hmmm, some would say miles while others would say a few doors down maybe?"
He opened the door to a gigantic room and she gasped when she realized that all of her clothing was neatly hung up along both walls. There was open shelving surrounding a set of French doors leading out to another large terrace with yet another amazing view, and in the middle of the room was an inhumanly long and wide white, suede tufted bench. She let go of his hand and walked around in awe realizing that he'd not only brought all of her clothes and shoes, but her photos, nick-knacks, and even her laptop, stereo equipment and CD collection. The only things he'd left behind was her furniture.
Carrie Bradshaw would eat her heart out at this dream closet!
"Wow, I'm really not going back," she said more to herself than to him as she ran her hands along the sumptuous fabric of the bench..
