Author's note/disclaimer. This story is on the lighter side of non con. The early chapters especially are a tad reluctant but mostly consensual. The non con will come into play more strongly a little further into it. Also if you're looking for the more violent, physical torture, this is probably not the best story for you. Lots of contest of wills and fatal attraction stuff though. Also a bit of sci-fi woven in here. Otherwise, happy reading and feel free to leave me some gentle feedback since this is my first submission here.
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The morning sun hazed lazily through the thinning fog in the massive trees that lined the community border. The beauty of it only added to Shara's excitement as she pedaled her bike to her secret destination and she let the warmth of the sun soak into her skin like a welcoming embrace. She turned her bike off of the main path and into the thickness of the trees until it grew so dense that she had to abandon it. She laid it next to a familiar tree, pausing as she felt the tingling of power that signaled sensitives to a live ship, moments before she actually heard and felt its massive roar as it flew overhead.
She watched, mesmerized by its awesome power, her senses humming with the need to feel that release. It sucked her in, holding her captive to the need to fly. She was born for that. She knew it with every fiber of her being. As the rumble of the live ship faded, she shook herself from her trance, more determined than ever to see her mission through.
The forgotten gate creaked open when she pushed against it. With a slight fear that someone might have heard the sound, signaling her invasion into this place filled with remnants of battles only recently abandoned, she whipped her head around to scan the desolate graveyard of what was once fleet upon fleet of live ships, their commanders now dead. Satisfied that she was as alone as ever, she set upon her task to gather another round of parts for her own secret creation.
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The morning sun glowed through her scarlet curls, conjuring up all sorts of flowery scents that he was sure they would smell of. His hands twitched with the need to touch one to see if it was as silky as it looked. She danced through the plane boneyard as though she followed a tune that only her ears could hear. Perhaps she did. He could have watched her all day and been almost content. But he had decided it was time for action. He'd already spent too many days in silent appreciation of this delicate beauty. Times had calmed enough that it wasn't so forbidden now for his people to commune with hers. Besides, he had enough dirt to blackmail her with if she didn't return his interest. Yes. This was his day. He smiled darkly.
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"Can I ask what you're doing here?" A masculine voice jarred Shara from her latest find, causing her to drop a chunk of metal, barely missing her foot. That pissed her off.
"What does it matter?" She retorted hotly, whipping around to glare holes into pale grey eyes. Oh crap. She cringed mentally. This had to be a Pilot. Could her luck have been any worse? Everything about him screamed power. He didn't look too old though, maybe she would be lucky and he hadn't inherited a title yet.
He watched her falter for a moment as she took in his appearance and regained her confidence. The fire he saw in her made him hungry. He shrugged. "This is forbidden property. I need to know why you're in here before I report you."
"Report me?" She sputtered, now realizing the gravity of her situation. "Who are you to report me and for what? I'm only looking around." She stuck out a lip and frowned, wondering if she really would get in trouble today. She was so close to having a complete unit. But he couldn't possibly know that.
He smiled sadly, feigning sympathy, though he knew he had her where he wanted. "This yard is under my care. I've let you sneak in and out with parts stuffed into your bag. I've seen you drag whole panels out of here." He watched her face fill with chagrin. Betrayal. How could she feel betrayed if they didn't even know each other? He almost laughed. She was so young and innocent.
Her heart beat frantically as he walked closer to her. So calm and cool. She held her chin up proudly, keeping her own cool. "What will you do?" She whispered. "I—I can make payments." She said, hopeful, while trying to sneak glances to the sides to look for an escape route.
He must have sensed her need for flight, as he grabbed her hand, forcing her eyes to meet his. "I want to know what you're doing with it all." He shrugged again, honest curiosity shining in his cool eyes.
She knew she was in deep. What could she tell him? The truth? Wouldn't that get her in more trouble? He was clearly of Avrarian decent. Surely he wouldn't have much interest in Tempian politics and hierarchies. "I—I can't say."
He squeezed her hand; just enough to let her knew he was serious. "You're trespassing, girl. Not only in unauthorized areas, but in unauthorized lands. Do you have a trading license?"
She shook her head. Her eye twitched slightly as she fought to keep composed. She wouldn't cry in front of this stranger.
"Just tell me what you're using it for and maybe I'll go easy on you." He said gently this time.
She let out a heavy breath. Hope jumping back into her eyes. "I want to fly." She whispered so softly she was sure he couldn't hear, but his brows nearly jumped off his face.
"What's your lineage? How can you even be one if you are not born into it?" He looked baffled, but held her hand firmly when she tried to tug it away.
She looked down at the rocky ground, embarrassed. "I don't know. I can't help it. It calls to me. It's all I can feel. All I ever think about." There. Now she had really said too much. Not only was she a thief, she was also desperate and pathetic and probably crazy. But when she looked back at him, she saw what looked to be genuine interest.
He nodded his head up towards the sky, "you feel them?"
She nodded. Watching him carefully now.
He looked at her skeptically. Deciding what to do with her. "Will you show me what you've got so far?"
