Short Story : Chapter 1

“I don’t feel right about with this,” Pax told Surefire then added to himself, “And the potential side effects.”

"There, that's better, and after I make use of my tongue." Sitting astride her waist, the Hacker peeled off his shirt, revealing the toned, athletic torso beneath. Before the garment hit the floor, he'd covered her body with his, and mashed their lips together. "I'm going to fuck you into next week." After breaking the kiss, Richard arched a brow, daring her to deny him, then lifted Lexi's arms above her head. and trailed his lips down the Heiress' body, issuing nibbles and bites to her flesh. A wet trail glistened on her abdomen when he reached the apex of her thighs, released her arms, and wrapped his hands around her upper

Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.

“Sorry,” he said, rolling his sleeves down and untucking his shirt. “I guess you’re going to have to see if there’s anyplace on my back you can use.” He leaned forward and lifted up his shirt, and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the feel of her cold, rubbery mouth

Zolah patted her husband’s shoulder before he meandered back to his side of the room to coordinate with the techs once more.

“...call this meeting to order?” A deep, masculine voice spoke. Triven wasn’t quite sure who it belonged to. He hadn’t heard it before.

“They’ve done it. Everyone is coming back.” Vector nodded, eyes still on the floor. Zolah stepped between his knees to wrap her arms around his shoulders. She pulled his head against her chest and ran her fingers through his hair. There were things that she could say to try to soothe his bruised soul, but everything sounded inadequate in her mind. Vector needed someone capable of compassion, someone who could understand his pain.

"Take this off.“ Buffy tugged the black tee and spoke practically into his mouth. This was a mess and this was sick but it felt good, if not right. "You heard me. Take. This. Off."

“The vest protected you from the brunt of the stun attacks, but I wish Dr. Torance were here to give you a full medical scan, plus a nanite injection for your head wounds and the effects of the cuffs.” She ripped open a packet of NewSkin gloves, tossed them at Mark. “Put these on while I get a GelPack for your face.” Her hands felt light as falling snow as she applied surgical glue to his lip and salves to his face. Eva’s hands lingered on his shoulder, her eyes showed genuine concern. “Sure you don’t need a sanity check after being in those cuffs?”

Things weren’t looking good for this guy. “Spirits, Ze. You hit him too hard.” She muttered to he beast who was munching away nearby, but mostly to herself as she examined him. This man was at risk of dying or going into shock. Being called a murderer, even by uncultured swine like the tribesman. It cut deeper than she could ever allow anyone to know. There were casualties in war and Zinni had caused a fair share of them, but she never wanted to kill. If people would cooperate they would never have to die. Not like this. Hurt? Yes. She could support hurt, but not

And it was so strange to think that Drea and Guinevere were now friends. After all, Drea had slept with Gwen’s husband, and Gwen had slept with Drea’s future husband. But oddly, those events of almost a half-year ago seemed far off. They’d bonded through their

Orion sat in his cell waiting for the ceremony to begin. He had spent most of his time in the cell listening to Interron’s taunts for hours upon end. It was something that irritated Orion but it was nothing he could not handle. Interron was nothing more than a nuisance after the last few hours.

But another thought replaced the one that had kept him company for so long. "I'll come to you," the voice continued. 'Not if I find you first' the Commander thought to himself as he stood back up.

The other women stepped closer to Kiza and placed a hand to his forehead, it felt cool and smooth. She was within in inch of Kiza's face, staring in his eyes. A small blush formed on her and in turn caused Kiza face to become a shade of red. He didn't like people staring at him, especially his eyes. He couldn't help but note that both her eyes were the color of his right, a bright yellow. He tried to look away and focus on something else but couldn't as the world around him was blur...it took a moment for him

“We’re almost there, Ron. Just wait.” Katherine chuckled. Ron, a solid build for 25 year old, picked himself off the tiny bush. They tiptoed through dead brush around a forgotten path, lit by pale moonlight. The trees looked like death and the air was dry and empty, filled with silence. No birds chirping, no crickets, no wind in the leaves, only the crackle of dead weeds beneath their feet. Through the shadows of the forest stood two trees different from the rest, yet so subtle it’s almost invisible to see if you don't know what to look for. Two small branches at shoulder height, one coming from each of the trees, linked