All characters are TM and (C) Disney. Their appearance here is parody and is not intended as a challenge to their trademark.
This story is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18.
Author's Note:
This short story is envisioned as a 'deleted scene' from the movie. It fits more-or-less seamlessly between Quorra giving Sam the information to find Zuse and Sam heading off to the club. Obviously my imagination got the better of me.
Voting and feedback is always very much appreciated. Thanks!
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Sam sat on the edge of the bed, his entire world turned upside down. Everything he'd taken for granted, everything he'd considered to be 'real', had all been brutally rewritten in just a few hours. And now, having just been reunited with the father he'd been without for so long, he found himself frustrated by the old man's reluctance to involve himself once more with the world.
Sam's mind raged with half-formed thoughts and hastily-discarded plans, all of them involving finding a way to get himself and his father back to the real world where they could delete the rogue program CLU. But nothing he thought of stood up to scrutiny, and so he sat on the bed, angry and unsure.
His storm of thoughts was interrupted by a tiny tap on the door.
It was Quorra, the beautiful girl who'd already proved herself a trustworthy guide and an even better bodyguard in this brutal digital world.
Without saying anything, she closed the door behind her and walked up to Sam, staring at him resolutely.
He looked up at her – at her wide blue eyes, her asymmetric black hair, her lithe figure. She was like no other girl he'd ever met before. But this wasn't the time to be thinking of things like that...
"There's someone I once knew," she said, wasting no time. "A program named Zuse who fought alongside the ISOs. They say he can get anyone anywhere."
"How do I find him?" Sam asked. There was something about the way she was breathing, something about the way she was looking at him.
"This is his sector," she said, handing him a thin, silver, hexagonal disc. "Make it there alive and he'll find you."
With that she turned abruptly, walked out the room, and closed the door behind her.
Sam was left confused by her sudden disappearance for only a second, before the door cracked open once more. It hovered hesitantly between closed and open, before Quorra let herself in again, closing the door firmly behind her.
"There's...there's one more thing. Before you go..." She said, looking away to the side, her arms folded defensively in front of her.
"What?" He asked.
She fixed him with those piercing eyes again, and with decisive quickness she walked over to him and grabbed him, pulling him into a kiss that was overpowering with its need.
Her lips sparked against Sam's like he was licking the tip of a battery. She smelt of perfume and new plastic, her skin crystalline smooth. Her mouth was warm and soft as it explored his, both of them lost to the experience of this first kiss.
"I want..." She murmured, her mouth moving against his. "I want you...!"
With one hand clasped to Sam's shoulder, running up and down his back, Quorra reached her free hand up to tap a button on her collar.
Her bodysuit disappeared like a pneumatic iris shuttering open, the bulk of it disappearing into her gloves, arm and thigh bands like liquid down a sink. It left her standing before him naked, save for the gloves and straps, and the sight of it left Sam breathless.
"Oh my God!" He whispered.
Her body was, in a word, amazing – toned to the point of perfection, without an ounce of fat to it, with long firm legs and a washboard stomach delving down to a pubic mound kept immaculately tidy, a thin black stripe pointing to her rapidly moistening pussy.
