Some Sunday Smut for your enjoyment...
May. 27th, 2007 11:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdWarning, het follows. Pretty much PG
He handed her out of the limo and led her into the penthouse atop Leda Tech. He took the silken wrap and hung it up for her. Then, he guided her to the front room and made her comfortable on a dark leather couch.
“Meet me in the net,” he whispered, and gave her the coordinates. With a bare peck of her cheek, he vanished into his bedroom. Ariel hurried to his office and added the bit of code into the program. In a cage across the room, a guinea pig nudged at the breathing, yet motionless body of its twin. He hoped this would correct the cloning problem. If not, he had a plan. Gemini never ran without three plans and a back up.
Zara lay down and plugged the coordinates into her running program. It was a private node, just off the main thoroughfare. Her program kept presenting it as a room hired in a good inn. Gemini's overrode it briefly and then for longer periods. She lifted the hem of her silken black gown and climbed the old, but clean, wooden steps, only to stumble when they vanished for good, leaving her in a rich tent, filled with piles of carpets.
He was waiting, seated in a curule chair with a small lacquered table beside him. A robe of jade silk with heavy embroidery lay on the massive sandalwood bed behind him. She hesitated at the entrance. He smiled at her and reached over to the table and picked up a fig.
Zara watched as he caressed the small fruit and lifted it to his full lips. She smiled as he nipped off the end with fine white teeth, but when he broke the fruit open and ran his tongue over the pink flesh within, curling it to scoop the sweet seeds, she shivered. His eyes held hers as he devoured the fig, the smile of pleasure never leaving his mouth. Zara caught her breath sharply at the sight of his juice-smeared face, and went to him.
He embraced her and kissed her, devouring her mouth with the same eagerness he had shown for the fruit. She tasted the juice on his lips and in his beard, and licked his face.
“I have a gift for you, Princess,” he whispered, leading her to the bed.
She ran one finger over the robe's embroidery. “It's beautiful.”
“No, but it could be with you in it.” He gave an enigmatic smile.
She returned it and took the robe, stepping behind the screen. “Excuse me, please.” She flung her usual working clothes over the screen and came out, in the robe.
He smiled. “I was right.” he drew her close, running large hands over her slim frame. “But I usually am.”
He handed her out of the limo and led her into the penthouse atop Leda Tech. He took the silken wrap and hung it up for her. Then, he guided her to the front room and made her comfortable on a dark leather couch.
“Meet me in the net,” he whispered, and gave her the coordinates. With a bare peck of her cheek, he vanished into his bedroom. Ariel hurried to his office and added the bit of code into the program. In a cage across the room, a guinea pig nudged at the breathing, yet motionless body of its twin. He hoped this would correct the cloning problem. If not, he had a plan. Gemini never ran without three plans and a back up.
Zara lay down and plugged the coordinates into her running program. It was a private node, just off the main thoroughfare. Her program kept presenting it as a room hired in a good inn. Gemini's overrode it briefly and then for longer periods. She lifted the hem of her silken black gown and climbed the old, but clean, wooden steps, only to stumble when they vanished for good, leaving her in a rich tent, filled with piles of carpets.
He was waiting, seated in a curule chair with a small lacquered table beside him. A robe of jade silk with heavy embroidery lay on the massive sandalwood bed behind him. She hesitated at the entrance. He smiled at her and reached over to the table and picked up a fig.
Zara watched as he caressed the small fruit and lifted it to his full lips. She smiled as he nipped off the end with fine white teeth, but when he broke the fruit open and ran his tongue over the pink flesh within, curling it to scoop the sweet seeds, she shivered. His eyes held hers as he devoured the fig, the smile of pleasure never leaving his mouth. Zara caught her breath sharply at the sight of his juice-smeared face, and went to him.
He embraced her and kissed her, devouring her mouth with the same eagerness he had shown for the fruit. She tasted the juice on his lips and in his beard, and licked his face.
“I have a gift for you, Princess,” he whispered, leading her to the bed.
She ran one finger over the robe's embroidery. “It's beautiful.”
“No, but it could be with you in it.” He gave an enigmatic smile.
She returned it and took the robe, stepping behind the screen. “Excuse me, please.” She flung her usual working clothes over the screen and came out, in the robe.
He smiled. “I was right.” he drew her close, running large hands over her slim frame. “But I usually am.”
