Chapter Three: Bonds of Love
Author's Note: This is my third submission. Even though I have received no feed back as of yet on my first submission, the volume of readers is favorable. I hope those who are reading this are enjoying the story. I am having an absolute blast writing this type of fiction; it is so deliciously wicked. I will continue to advise new readers who stumble across this chapter to read from the beginning; it makes more sense that way.
If any fans of the series are reading this, you may notice that my personal interpretation of scene and plot varies greatly from the original, as it should. I am making this version of Ergo Proxy my own. I think the destination will ultimately be the same, but I enjoy walking my own path. I do ask with whole sincerity to those who are reading this to provide feedback. I don't care if it is positive or negative; okay, that is a lie. I prefer positive feedback of course, but I enjoy constructive criticism that may improve my writing abilities or offer particular insight that I may not have noticed. I like having my ego stroked like any other man, but outside encouragement is always nice. And don't worry. My head never exceeds my shoulder capacity; I always manage to inflict enough personal criticism to deflate any excess ego that may accumulate. Just think of me as a narcissistic egoist with a glass jaw.
In this chapter I will attempt to strengthen the budding love between Re-l and Vincent. There will still be a lot of humping like Pfizer bunnies, but I hope to add an emotional foundation to all the blatant, gratuitous sex. Just remember that I am only dictating to the voices in my head and sometimes the stories are fragmented and incongruous. This is just how my poor fractured mind works; it may confuse the fuck out of you, but it makes perfect sense to me. I know that may sound selfish and just plain weird; but in the end, I am the one who has to live with what I am writing. If I'm not happy, you sure as hell are not going to be. Just try to hang on and enjoy the ride, keeping in mind to keep your arms and wits about you at all times.
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Re-l stirred in the dim light. A warm amber glow washed over her body as she lay trying to thrust of the fetters of a deep and comfortable sleep. In truth she was afraid to open her eyes. Her last conscious thoughts were one of fear and confusion. She remembered being carried swiftly from that horrible detention center in the arms of her animalistic savior. Despite her physical comfort she was afraid she would awake alone and in the dark, her protector once more fled from view. She hated being alone. It scared her more than anything; it scared her more than the darkness and the cold.
The fire chose this moment to make its self known from the hearth as it began to crackle and sputter embers as it encountered small pockets of moisture. This unfamiliar noise forced her eyes to open and her body to wake with a small start. It took a moment for her eyes to regain their focus as she forced sleep from her eyes. She was in a large bed chamber with a roaring fire in an antique fireplace and hearth at the opposite end. As her brain began to comprehend the visual signals sent via her eyes. The bed she now lay in was a large king, four-poster bed from a forgotten era. The mattress was large and comfortable; probably made from down or some other natural material that was unheard of in this most unnatural world. The sheets were soft and sensual, massaging and caressing her naked skin as she continued to indulge in their luxurious depths.
"They're made of silk Re-l." A voice startled her out of her reverie.
Here thin, delicate ears received the sound waves easily, allowing her brain to interpret both direction and proximity of the speaker. Her brain quickly sent a signal to the muscles in her neck, prompting them to rotate her head sharply to the right. Her eyes focused on the shadowy figure lying next to her in the bed. The light was bad. She was not use to the soft amber glow of firelight, it being so low on the spectrum of visual light. Her eyes strained a little as she finally recognized the voice. It was the voice of Vincent Law.
Vincent was lying on his side facing her, watching her with those intense green eyes. The firelight seemed to emanate from within the depths of his emerald vision, belying a sexual hunger for her naked body. She suddenly realized that she was completely naked, and she made a motion to pull the covers to her neck. A strong, muscular arm held her tiny wrist gently to halt her action.
"Don't!" he commanded with a wicked grin, "I'm enjoying the view."
Re-l quickly allowed the covers to drop to her waist as she felt his gaze caress her naked flesh. She looked at him coyly as he continued to assess and appreciate her nubile form. Her skin began to turn a rosy color as she felt herself burning with renewed desire; a thin film of sweat soon coated her skin. Her nipples hardened and darkened into knots as she began to whimper. God! What his gaze alone did to her?!?