Escaping Relativity

Xander walked around his room time and time again. He’d found an older shirt of his that he’d worn Tracking a shipment of stolen goods through freezing terrain. It had been one of the few times he’d worn anything that was any bit larger than he was. He imagined Charlie would be more comfortable in something a little too large than something which fit her tightly without any bottoms. Now, he would be just fine with her not wearing any bottoms, but something told him she might not be. The clothing she’d been wearing the first time he met her, although extremely sexy, was also extremely modest. While this might not be the most modest thing in the world, it was long enough to cover her fantastic ass, and full enough to be roomy around the rest of her. Normally, he slept in the nude, so he had no need for specific sleeping clothes, but she had asked for some, so he would oblige. After everything she had already done, and everything she was planning on doing, a shirt was nothing in comparison.

However, what concerned him, was how and when to give the shirt to her. She seemed to be taking a long time in there, and he wondered if she was waiting on the clothing he’d promised before she came out.

He hadn’t heard anything more from Lennie or Rolara and imagined after their ordeal they had a good amount of rest to catch up on. Therefore, he walked down the hallway, with quiet steps. His intention was to give her the shirt, make sure she needed nothing else, then try to get some rest himself before facing down Sojo.

Stopping outside the facilities door, Xander knocked. Nothing.

“Charlie, Charlie, I have your clothes,” Xander said, loud enough to be heard by her, he was certain.

The longer he waited for her response the louder he knocked, and concern was soon replaced by worry which was replaced by fear. Icy cold fear that something had happened to her. What would he do?

Finally the fear had him override the door. One step inside, and the door shut behind him––and he realized why she hadn’t heard him––she was singing.

It was a deep, slow song which ate at his heart. Some of the words he did not know, but in music, feeling was universal. He listened to her until the haze of the heat cleared, and he saw her. Picking up some of the things left on the bathing floor, she bent over; her back to him, her legs straight, it was her backside slightly touching the breathable plexiclear enclosure. Her naked ass and legs were there, straight and lined up for him, like a present. The distortion of the steam and water, stopped him from seeing the mound at her apex, but he was sure he could find it on his own, and his view would be much better. He should be ashamed at his gawking, but he wasn’t. There was a feeling in him of rightness, of need and longing, and it didn’t just come from him. Using his extra senses, little as they were next to hers, they were always right, and she needed him as much, if not more, than he needed her tonight.

He cleared his throat and looked down, to let her know he’d come in.

“Oh! Xander. What are you doing in here?”

“I came to give you your clothing and when you didn’t answer me, I got worried and walked in to make sure you hadn’t fallen, or anything.”

“Well, I’m not any of those things. I don’t suppose you have something to dry me off with, do you?”

He could tell by her voice that she’d turned around. Then, before he knew it, she was in front of him.

“Look at me Xander,” she commanded softly.

Turning his head, he took her in from her long, slender feet to the top of her head, and she was glorious. What had started off hard upon his entrance was now painful; and leave it for her to notice.

In this manner, without her boots on, she was much shorter than he was, well, not much, but more-so than she had been. He looked down into her insane blue eyes and her black hair wet and plastered to her face, her lips red and slightly apart, begging him for a kiss. Slowly she took the shirt from his hand and put it around her. As she stretched to put wet arms into the sleeves, her breasts stretched and bounced for his approval; and Lord, he approved!

She left it open down the front, her nipples covered by the now offensive fabric, but the line of skin went straight down from her cleavage, to her lean stomach, then her soft black curls.

“Xander, will you take me tonight? Make me yours,” her soft words almost floated by him.

Did he hear her right? Was this vision serious in her request of him?

Bringing his gaze back to her face, he knew she was. There was no reservation in her eyes, only need and hope. She needed him, and if this one night was all she was asking in return, then he was damn sure going to give it to her. The only issue––would he be able to let go of her when it was time?

His kiss started out as tender as he meant it to be. He suckled and nipped at her bottom lip, then some unknown hunger took over. It was as though he had been waiting on this one woman for all of his life. It sounded juvenile and incredibly ridiculous in his mind, but he couldn’t refute it.

He needed her in a way he hadn’t known before. Need, strong and hard grabbed him, and his only recourse was to grab her the same way. He could do nothing but show her what she did to him, the place she brought him to, show her who she was to him. He grabbed her around the waste, and as though she had done this with him a thousand times, she jumped into him when he lifted her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, tangling her hands in his hair, she poured every bit of want and need into the kisses she returned.

Her wet heat scalded his own hot and tender flesh even through his pants, her breasts soft, wet and round pressed against his chest and he couldn’t wait to get every bit of cloth from between their bodies. Their momentum moved them from wall to wall, their desperation drove them higher and higher, until they finally made it to his quarters.