Mutants (non x-men)

My skin tingles as it turns nearly black again, I can feel his lust his need and desire coursing through me the intensity near blinding and in a flash of light that expands from my body I bliss out only peripherally aware of my mind drifting in a place unknown
 
Lucas

I feel you thrusting back against me, our lovemaking fierce and all consuming. My cock begins pusling faster and faster, as I feel the gathering explosion within my groin. Your inner muscles begin to ripple involuntarily, stimulating me even more until I can hold back no longer. With a strong thrust, deep into you, I explode, gushing, feeling you tighten around me.

Suddenly, there is a flash as if lightning has struck there between us. I am blinded as my arms wrap around you gathering you to me. My senses reel from sheer intensity of our climax...

And I feel almost disembodied, at once knowing I hold you, feel your skin next to mine, our lips locked. And yet, as if I have somehow stepped outside this time and place. The sense of you, more than what I know through touch and taste, sound and smell, sight, is pervasive, potent within the veil of energy that surrounds, almost seems as if it will consume us.
 
Violet

I feel my eyes are closed though I can see and feel our bodies wrapped together a little soft sound escaping my lips, as we lay there entwined joined physically and mentally, I find my tongue and manage to say, "Was there a reason you brought me to kitchen table? it's kind of cold." My tongue slowly works part audible and part mental my heavy lids slowly opening to see him surrounded in a hazy nimbus of color, it's strong and bright and I watch the pinpoints of lights dance and blur around him.
 
Lucas

Not sure if I am speaking or thinking, maybe both, but I know you hear me.

"Hmmm...thought you might still be hungry?" I laugh, and feel you touch my mind with a bit of exasperated humor.

Slowly, I ease myself out of you, then help you from the table. We return to your bedroom and sit on the bed. I lightly touch your hair, stroking softly. There is something eluding me in your thoughts, an unanswered question, an unmet need...I can't quite make complete contact with it.

Touching your face, I smile. I give you a tender kiss upon the lips, then look straight into your eyes.

"I love you, Violet. And I can sense there's something on your mind, something I'm yet missing. What is it?"

I wait for you to speak, hoping you feel comfortable enough with me to know I want to hear.
 
Violet

"Just thinking about the future," I relax and stretch out staring idly at the ceiling. I had never considered much past the next day. "I never realized how much I missed my family. I miss being around people." I roll onto my side, "Of course now there's you." I take a moment to look over you, "It's also the fact that when we're together," my finger traces down your stomach letting you know I don't mean now. "I forget about my mutation, which can be dangerous." I close my eyes, as my fingers trace along his body, "I think I've accelerated your mutant genes," my eyes open. "Something has changed in both of us and it's as if I can feel you, see you, even when we are not touching and my eyes are closed."
 
In Fortunato's House

"Vincent, vincent, vincent, we mean you no harm, as long as you support our cause. If not, then you know too much to be pernitted to survive. I'm sure you understand our situation." Vincent just grins wider. I turn to Fortunato. "I'm taking the Girl and Deadeye back to my lab. You stay here and deal with the Parasite. If he joins us, bring him with you to the castle. If not, destroy him, then join us." I pick up the girl and carry her out of the house, Deadeye following me. Once out of the city, I use my powers to lift the girl, Deadeye and myself into the air and carry us to my home. We reach the castle and I alight on the roof. Deadeye lands next to me, a look of bewilderment on his face. He could not have seen the way to the castle; we had been travelling far too fast. I open the doors and lead the two mutants to my lab, where i place the girl on my operating table.
"What are you going to do to her?" Deadeye asked, a slight hint of concern in his voice.
"You and your mind control may have seriously damaged her ability to function. I must do a full physical test of her before we revive her. If she is to be any use to our cause, we must be convinced of her abilities." I clamped her arms and legs down, in case she awoke, then turned to Deadeye. "If you want to be helpful," I sneered, gesturing towards the wall, "fetch me that tray of tools. And be quick about it!" Deadeye grudgingly walked towards the cupboard as I bent over the girl. I quickly removed her robe, revealing a perfectly formed creature, absolutely beautiful. She was still asleep, a soft smile on her face, clothed in nothing but her lingerie. I shook the thoughts from my mind and focussed on the task at hand. Deadeye brought the tray, and I snatched the stethoscope from it and started the exam.
"Wonder if she's a real redhead?" Deadeye snickered, "guess there's only one way to find out." He reached down and pulled the girl's panties down until a few wispy hairs, bright red, appeared. I knocked his hand away.
"I am trying to work. Go fantasize elsewhere." Deadeye smirked and wandered away. I finished the tests and turned back to him. "She'll be fine. I'm going to revive her now." I released the clamps and then gave her a shot. She began to stir slowly, and finally opened her eyes and sat up.
"Good evening, my dear. We're glad to see you're all right. You gave us quite a scare."
"You . . . you're the doctor, right?" She looked around the room, then at us, then at herself. "Where's my clothes?"
Before I could answer, Deadeye burst in. "They didn't make it. So sorry. We'll try and find something for you, but in the meantime . . ." I pushed him aside. "You must be hungry, my dear. Come, let me fetch you some food." I led her to the kitchen and gave her some meat, which she ate quickly.
"My name is Dr. Mierau, but I am known as Perdio. This is Eddie Deadeye, an associate of mine."
"I'm Andrea. What am I doing here?" She suddenly moaned, and I looked over at Deadeye, who was obviously sending her some kind of sexual message. "You fool," I spoke telepathically. "Can't you wait a little longer? Stop that until I'm finished with her." I turned back to Andrea. My dear, I want you to join my team . . ."
 
Vincent

Vincent chuckled as they threatened his 'life'."Belive me people,including myself, have been trying to do that for years" . The Self styled Villain flys off with Eddie and Andrea before I even have time to engage my powers. His last order is for Fortunato to convert me or die. This is all very odd for me Eddie didnt strike me as the follow the leader type then again neither did Fortunato. I eye fortunato in a friendly mannner as I realize that they left a tantric magician/tele k-empath to deal w me. I dont register well to tele's although his teleknesis 'is' strong, without the sexual boost to magnify him, any thing he tries will fizzle againts my field which is growing as I hunger and begining to get annoyed w these villians. I smile at Fortunato as My field grows encomapsiing the room. "Listen Fortunate one, your mother doesnt like damage to the club and if we fight now, without your 'boost' you'll lose...count on it. This is a bussiness... tend to it. Ill take the power I syphoned off theses hacks and leave, just try to stop me and we will witness a conflaguration the likes of which will dwarf the fall of the genoshans." Vincent stood up to leave and pondered. "I d ask to be allowed to have a drink in your fine club but theres this girl that needs saving."
 
Andrea

"What team? What do you do?" I asked. I looked around...where was I? This all seemed to confusing...I don't even remember how my day started. Or what day this is. It felt like I was sleeping for years.
 
Lucas

I stretch out beside you, listening. I feel as if I could look at you for hours, just look at you and drink in your beauty, the way the light glimmers over your skin. There is a sort of haze around us, one that is visible at the flickering edges of normal sight and even stronger in the ultraviolet end of the spectrum.

Your touch is at once exciting and soothing. It is a loving sort of caress that warms me, among other things. Yet, none of that distracts me from what you are saying, the look of love and concern mixed in your eyes, the ephemeral bond between us vibratring. It seems, in fact, I am beginning to recongize within that bond what seems like threads, emotions, even bits of thought, even at times like these.

"Hmmmm," I say and it comes out almost like a purr. Well, hell yes, I am enjoying the way you are touching me.

"After what I saw in town earlier, I can understand why you have avoided being around a lot of other people for a while. But, I also understand the desire to be around others, to have friends and neighbors and just the feeling of other people nearby. And seeing as you are seriously thinking about that medical clinic, that would make it easier."

I grin at your eyes going wide for a moment, and reach up to touch your face gently. The bond strengthens then for a moment and in my mind I tell you, Oh, yes, my love, I have been receiving those thoughts from you.

"If that is what you want, and it does sound like a good idea to me, well, here I am as you've said. The thing about lone wolves is that they're exceptions not the rule. I have those tugs, too, darlin'. Between the two of us, I think we can find a way to make some dreams come true.

"You see, Violet, I love you. I want to be with you, a part of your life as you a part of mine. I want to help. As important as this is to you, it becomes important to me as well." Grinning, I add, "including finding that minister. But then, you already knew that."

I lean up on my elbows for a moment and kiss you on the cheek.
"I also know you're more than a little worried, based on what you've been through, about how your mutation is going to nteract with mine. That may not be such a bad thing, considering my particular mutation, and what I learned about it as a lab rat for the Genoshans."

There is a definite thought in the back of my mind that I know we will have to discuss sooner or later, but I figure one worry at a time.
 
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Violet

I frown slightly at the mention of genoshans, oddly pleased that I don't recoil in horror. My fingers continue tracing over his chest, "I could also work with plants," I feel compelled to lean over and kiss his chest, and one not being enough I continue little gentle kisses over his skin. "That's how I've made ends meet so far, you should see my outside garden." I'm feeling more and more interesting in how your skin feels little licks alternating as my mouth moves to one nipple. "So what did you find out while you were a lab rat?" I sensed he didn't want to say just yet but I felt a need to find out, I already could tell I had altered his DNA somehow in a pattern I was still trying to sort out as I kissed and licked the intimate contact giving me a better vision of his genetic coding floating in my head.
 
Lucas

Sighing softly as your fingers continue playing with the hair on my chest, I smile at the memory of how the plant responded to your touch.

Then, you lips touch my chest, and it's as if a trickle of electricity moves through me, electrons dancing along my nerve ends and forming a conga line all the way to my spine and breaking into bossa nova around my scrotum.

I'm a little distracted, but your touch has reestablished contact, and I know this is information that is important for us.

"The reason they kept me penned up in a lab instead of using the collar on me has to do with...oh, that feels good...the fact that I seem to have genetic similariities to a number of other mutants, certain traits we all have in common. The healing factor, enhanced strength and endurance--"

I chuckle when you raise an eyebrow at me.

"--enhanced senses, and traits both physical and personality inclinations similar to predatory carnivores. Those inclinations and traits are the unique features in each of us, among the more common ones I mentioned before.

"Playing the dumb injun as I did, they did not hesitate to talk around me, even leave their notes where I could get to them on computer. It would seem...oh, baby, I felt that kiss all the way down to my toes!

"Anyway," I say, forcing myself to concentrate, "there is evidence that this sort of mutation has cropped up before. It does not manifest in adolesence like most others, but seems to be something that we are born with and grow up with.

"They speculated that this group of which I was supposedly one, might represent the actual develoment of a sub species of human, a bridging the gap between different branches of mammals...which, if true, would mean a whole 'nother way of thinking about the mechanism of mutation and evolution, even the basic functioning of genetics."

As you play with my nipples, the trickles of electricity are growing stronger, as is the bond which flows between us. My words seem half spoken, half thought, memories flowing into my brain I can feel flowing out to you of the scenes I witnessed. It is an intimacy that suffuses me completely, lust and love intermingled.
My body trembles, aching for more...but I conctrate, focus on what I am trying to get across.

"Accelerating my mutation may just push that evolutionary tendancy, if they are right. I have a strong sense of my body...expecially right now do I sense my body...and yours!"

I laugh and feel you chuckle against me.

"I know my regenrative abilities are as strong right now as they have been, maybe feeling a little more powerful. My senses seem heightened, but is that a surprise. And as to the sensing of each others' thoughts and feelings...to some extent I have always had a little of that myself, possibly the pack instinct that is a particular feature of my mutation...though it has never been as strong as with you.

"I last experienced something similar after I escaped the Genoshans and joined the underground. I developed under those conditions a sense of location for the other members of my cell, what might be called a "pack sense" or maybe an extension of the hunting instinct, I don't know, which made cooperation much easier.

"I was never able to pick up their thoughts, could gain a sense of feeling, but that had as much to do with smell and sound as anything else...mostly was just a..."knowing" if that makes sense.

"I wonder if in our case, with this getting harder, uh, stronger and stronger between us, if you are taking on a similar trait, or if you are enhancing some latent abilities in me??

My body writhes just a bit under your kiss and touch. The sheer desire for you that I am feeling is so incredibly high, I wonder how I can stand it. And yet, I can. Perhaps you are able to keep me aroused and yet help me to focus, or perhaps it is this interconnection between us that is reaching new levels. I don't know. But there is a sense of something else also, changes taking place in your body even as we speak, within the field of energy that seems to be growing brighter as you languidly encite and arouse me.
 
Violet

I still can't identify what has changed within you but your words sink in on a nearly subconsious level as the images mesh into that spot within me that is filled with information about you. My lips slowly work upward following his sternum. "I think you are bonding with me." I pause to kiss him and smile, "That's the simplest way to put it," our lips meet again and again, "I'm actually fairly immune to not only diseases but genetic alteration." Our lips meet again and my body slides over yours lying on top of you. "The genoshans thought exposing me to lethal doses of radiation would, I don't know. I think they wanted to know how I resisted further mutation in hopes of protecting themselves." I take a slow deep breath. "They did things to babies," my eyes close my face tensed for moment, "unimaginable things." I kiss you again more as if I need to reassure myself that you are real than for simple pleasure. "I'm just glad that they are gone."
 
Lucas

Humming softly with enjoyment at the feel of your lips upon my body, then your lips upon mine, I return the kisses of your full ripe lips, listening, feeling the strands of what weaves us together grow stronger, brighter, clearer as we think/talk together. Even the word "communicate" does not seem to fully contain how we not only are sharing thoughts and feelings, but fitting together, meshing.

"Bonding, yeah," I reply, "makes sense it would be stronger with you than what I knew with the guerrilla group. Those conditions existed under stress only for the most part. And ended when I, when we finally took part in the liberation of the island those last weeks of fighting."

You slide on top of me and my body shudders with the pleasurable feel of your skin against mine, your breasts nestling into my chest hair like twin doves coming home to roost. Your sleek belly meets mine, writhing a bit over the hard muscles there. The warmth of your thighs outside my hips and legs ripples with their own strength. And the warm, faint moistness of your pussing kisses tenderly the length of my engorged cock.

I cup your face in my hands and kiss your eyes, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your chin, and then again your lips.

I shudder again, just a little, and a flare of rage comes and then is banked down quickly as the images form of you under the testing of the Genoshans. For the moment, I can feel what you felt then, your pain and horror and humiliation mingling with my own feelings of being subject to their peculiar brand of sadism and cold curiosity where we mutants were no more than interesting toys to be played with, then discarded if we broke or ceased to be amusing. And I saw for myself some of what they did with infants...It's times when I let myself think about that, I lose all sense of regret for a time at the sheer savagery of those days in the way went up against them.

My arms wrap around you and I hold you very, very close. I can hear your heartbeat, feel it through my skin as of the same rhythm and intensity. The scent of you is sweet musk, as of a garden at twilight. And I am filled with great joy, sensing your relief that they were not able to tear down the defenses of your mutation.

"They were bastards," I agree, letting my arms relax, caressing your back with slow hands, relishing the smooth flow of your flesh beneath them. We kiss again, and I taste your need for reassurance as well as my own in the way our lips linger together.

Perhaps it is the proximity, perhaps the way our emotions have flowed into the moment. Before I can recaputre it, what I've been speculating, sensing in scent and sight and somehow other, of changes in your body which are not altering your genetic structure, but seems like more something your body is trying to do or has done, escapes me.

I feel you absorb from my mind what happened late in the night, those moments of our lovemaking which seemed even more intense than what had happened before. When I felt I was pouring more into you than my seed, but some essence of myself your body was evoking, drawing from me. That moment of release just after I let fall into the pool of your consciousness how much I love you, and how my cock head had swollen and kept me within you.

I don't know then, if what I sensed was something your body accomplished even outside your estrus cycle or if I only sense what your body might have been trying to do, but the thought goes out from me anyway as we kiss, long and slow and deeply.

Beloved, you might want to take a mental peek inside your womb.
 
Violet

"Hmmmm," I cock my head to one side and smile, "Close but not quite," I nuzzle up against you. "I think I was preventing myself rom having children earlier, because of what I'd seen." I lick his neck, "I've heard of telekinetic's who were so adept, they could remove sperm from one person and inplant it into eggs within another." I kiss you again. "How do you feel about twins?" I watch the look on his face, "Don't look so surprised, I'm sure I could split an egg if I wished, but right now my ovaries have spit out two eggs. I will try and keep from an eustachian pregnancy but the way your little guys go, I may need more help." I glance down at him watching the ripples of feelings flowing across it.
 
Lucas

I chuckle watching you as the expression on your face becomes for a moment more inwardly focused.

"I can understand wanting to be careful after what you've witnessed, love. It's a new world now, our world, to make of as we choose."

My fingers weave a slow, sinuous trail along your spine. As you nuzzle me, my hands curve around your buttocks and cup them full and firm.

"Twins? Hmm, now there's a thought. Violet, to have children with you, to raise them with you, that would be wonderful. Sharing our lives together is more blessing than I ever thought I would know. But, you know your body better than I, and however you feel you want to proceed with this, you know I am with you, all the way. As for my "little guys", I grin, "Not surprised they want to get as close to you as they can."

My hands trail along your sides as we kiss, one coming to rest upon your breast, holding you within my warm palm, lightly caressing with my fingers as my thumb idly brushes over the sweet, puckered flesh of your nipple. The feelings flowing between us weave a sense of companionship whose threads are the colors of love and desire, security and joy, a tapestry both brilliant and soft in hue

My lips move along your throat, kissing, licking slowly those tender places beneath your chin and behind your ear. I catch your earlobe between my teeth, careful not to bite down too hard.

"What sort of help do you think you might need with this, darlin'?"
 
Violet

I let out soft little purr and snuggle in closer, "Of course that is unless you want to wait to have children." I say thoroughly enjoying being just the two of us. "Either way, we'd better find that minister soon." I kiss your neck before partly raising myself up watching your hands play with my ripe nipples. "I was speaking of either regular protection devices or I think I could alter your," I glance downward, "It wouldn't be permanent, just a containment of your...." I bit my lip I know how sensitive guys can be when it comes to that and I glance into your eyes.
 
Fortunato

Fortunato chuckled to himself softly as the Parasite left... evidently the freak's mutation had affected his eyesight, or he just didn't realize what it meant when Fortunato's forehead was as swollen as it was at the moment. Fortunato had just returned from 'recharging his batteries', as it were, and had a very healthy power level. Blocking Parasite's absorptive energy field had been a simple matter, but the man had a point. Even as charged as Fortunato was, he knew that he could not take Parasite down without a certain amount of collateral damage. Better to wait until circumstances were a bit more favorable to take him down.
 
Lucas

I raise up my head, my mouth finding the hollow of your throat. I kiss you there, pressing my lips to feel your pulse. I hear your words, but also, within this bond, can sense currents of deeper concerns.

Slowly, I draw my tongue up your throat to your chin and over until I find your mouth. The kiss between us is unhurried, a slow sweet time of intimate touch, of exploring again the joint grotto of our mouths.

Leaning back, I put my hand alongside your face, tracing lightly the contours. Your love for me fairly emanates, visible in your smile and eyes, as constant and clear as the wind in the high mountains. I wonder if mine is as vibrant to you as it is to me, as if I had undergone ressurection from the burial of feelings I nearly thought I could not have, and yet know stronger now for you than I could ever have imagined.

"Yes, darlin'," I say, "I think we might do well to find that minister soon, whether offspring for us are in the offing anytime soon or not.:

I chuckle as you roll your eyes at my awful pun.

"As for when we should have children, babe, I know there is much you have to think about, much you wish to do. Whether we have children or not, soon or in the future, just being with you, loving you, being loved by you, that's what matters to me most.

"and as for protection...hmm, as I recall most artificial protection does carry with it some risk of failure. I kinda get the idea your abilities would prove a lot more effective. And by now, you have to know I trust you completely."

I fling myself back on the bed, arms outstretched, bounching you a little on me as I do so. "Do with me as you will, my love, I am but genetic putty in your hands." Even though i know that is a loaded statement, I know our comfort with one another is getting to the point we can laugh even over such serious matters.
 
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Violet

I chuckle and move to one sit sitting up spreading both hands over your chest about an inch away as if I'm scanning your internal organs. "This won't hurt," I nearly giggle as my hands slide down to cup his balls and with my hands glowing slightly I sense the change and lick my lips.

I slump back onto the big bed, "I'm not sure whether I'm more tired or hungry. Even with you being close to me, it took a lot to make a tempory but rather important change in your body. I simply created a block to prevent your sperm," the word sounds so clinical as I say it. "from leaving, it should last about a week or so, your natural healing ability will eventually deal with it. I had to make it that much stronger just to counter. It doesn't hurt does it?" I look concerned as your eyes closed. I chuckle, "I'm sorry I forget how technical sounding I can get." I kiss him lightly, "Now about that minister," I murmur with a twinkle in my eyes.
 
Lucas

"Me?" I squeak in a high pitched falsetto, "I'm fine," then let out a yip when you squeeze my balls.

Laughing, I say, "Really, I feel great." Your skills are rather awe inspiring. Aside from a slight tingle that fades quickly, I felt nothing else.

I crawl back over to you, and gently cup your face in my hands. Smiling, I ask, "More hungry or tired, hmm? Well, I think I can help with that, depending upon what you feel with help you recharge best."

I hold up my hand, "Yeah, I know. I'm a lecherous dog. But those options also include food or if you feel the need for a nap, I can go downstairs and clean up a bit. Or whatever is best for you. And when you feel up to it, we could take a stroll on into the town and see about finding out about that minister."

"What is it you need, sweetheart. Your knight in fuzzy armor is at your command," I grin.
 
Vincent

Vincent made a point to walk out calmly. He had kept tabs on most of the most powerful mutants. But in truth he didnt know exactly how Fortunatos powers worked. Knowing basically what they did was enough for now. Vincent was feeling well fed off the gathering of individuals but the point was still that he couldnt take them all on his own. Vincent remembered Lucas and wondered if he would help. "recruiting has never been my forte' but somebody has to do it."
 
Violet

"Fuzzy armor?" I murmur and half smile, I manage to roll out of bed and stand up, I stretch slowly. "How about I snag a nice relaxing bath while you see if you can scrounge up something nice to wear. I haven't cleaned out all the closets yet, perhaps the former owner left behind something in your size. Then I'll dress in peace," I glance back at you knowing if you joined my bath I'd never get out of tub. "We can fix a snack or decide to have lunch in town. What do you think?" even before I said it I knew his thoughts, ranging from agreement to naughty ones about my bath.
 
Lucas

I grin while I watch you stretch. You are so beautiful, I think I could watch you for hours. And watching you stretch sends a sweet shiver up my spine.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I'll check out the closets and dodge downstairs to clean up. After you're done with your bath, I'd kind of like to get a shower myself. As for lunch, well, if we do it in town, we could do some minister hunting afterwards, too."

I can see from the gleam in your eye you've picked up on other thoughts I am being such a gentleman at not mentioning and laugh again. I am so happy, I feel like dancing or running or something.

Instead, I take you in my arms and kiss you, long and slow, then lightly slap your ass and with a mock show of great restraint move away. You laugh as you head into the bathroom.

I breathe deep and decide to hit the kitchen before looking through the clothes. Nice thing about having some speed to work on, I can clean quickly, too. While the dishes are air drying in the rack, I take the scraps outside.

Shortbeak dive bombs me almost as soon as I step outside. "Hey," I yell as she grabs a hank of my hair on her swoop. Redeye and Windwhisper merely caw and then go to fight over the scraps. I laugh watching my friends the ravens, and wonder what you will think of these clowns.

It concerns me though, that Longfeather hangs back, seems to be somehow distant. I let my sense of him brush over and it is as if he isn't even there. He doesn't join the others, but just sits on the roof, eyeing me. The thought passes through my head that someone else is watching through his eyes, and I quickly dismiss it. Who, but me, would want to play with the ravens?

I go back inside and find my jeans. I left my moccasins behind somewhere, but figure I will either find them or not, and it's not as if I don't have others. My shirt is somewhat the worse for wear, too.

sniffing, I avoid your closet and find another with an old, unfamiliar, male smell. I open it and find myself gritting my teeth as I regard Genoshan uniforms. I quickly sweep them back into the shadows of the closet and look at the more casual clothes.

The pants are pretty well useless as evidently the human was shorter than I. But well fed obviously from the size of his shirts. I find a light blue button down oxford that seems to be in very good shape. The shoes are a bit wide for my feet, but long enough. I find a pair of boots, black, that I figure I can wear with a couple of pair of socks, at least until I can get some of my moccasins.

Your feelings of near langour as you bathe, mingled with some excitement and much happiness drift to me and I stand for a moment with eyes clothes, just savoring your presence nearby.

I hear you get out of the bath and rustle around in the bathroom. While you are still busy, I take a moment to do some stretches that cause my sinews to crackle. It's actually a good feeling for me.

Idly, my mind wanders over just what sort of living arrangements we will need to make. If you feel this house is large enough for us or if we will need to find another. I have not lived in a house as such for a while, but split my time between several different places I have built out in the woods, like the cabin I built into the cave. Though I keep them clean, I doubt seriously you would be very interested in living in any of those, and I don't blame you. I find myself liking more and more the idea of a house, this or another, for us...and any future Violet/Lucas offspring.

For a moment, my mind turns to Vincent, the one called Parasite, who I offered to let stay at one of the cabins. I wonder how he is doing, if he ever got there or decided to go elsewhere. I figure I will check on him sometime later, but he seemed to need a little time to himself earlier.

I hear the bathroom door open and turn to smile at you with a long, low appreciative whistle.
 
Violet

"You clean up pretty good." I smile twisting my hair off my neck and clip it up. I had heard the murmurs of housing and had let them seep into my consciousness and for the most part sorted that out. I found my mind drifting inward watching the two eggs drifting down from either side of my body. I flick my eyes open again I snag a large bag and quickly empty it of odd items, I head to kitchen and put stashes of herbs and such inside it.

"Might as well get some visits in while I'm in town." I notice how the clothing fits and I mentally remind myself to clean out the other bedrooms in the house.

My white jeans and simple t-shirt stand in stark contrast to my violet skin. "Do you want a boy or a girl first? or shall we try for one of each?" I gently chide and ask as we make our way back to town.
 
Lucas

I've showered quickly, and used I fear a bit more of your shampoo than you might be used to...well, I am sort of hairy.

I grin as i drive off and dress. "Yep, I do clean up well. but I don't do flea dip. Nope, nope, nope."

The shirt and boots fit a lot better than I thought they would. I watch as your eyes seem to focus elsewhere for a moment and have the feeling you are taking an internal inventory.

The contrast of your jeans and t-shirt against your skin is lovely. You look so delicious for a moment I wonder how easily they might come off...but put that thought away quickly with a chuckle.

Your question catches me off guard for a moment, then I laugh and put my arms around you and swing you into the air and gently back down. "A boy or a girl or a boy and a girl. One of each might be a nice variety..." I hold you close to me, looking into your eyes, seeing them shine as I know mine do at this moment. I say softly, "I love you, Violet...and to share children with you, ah, whichever or both would be blessings beyond my wildest dreams."

We walk outside and sure enough, the ravens are waiting. The set up a cawing that sounds like laughter and for a moment I blush, for the vague touches of feelings they have always shared with me, nothing like that with you, are highly ribald. I wonder if you can sense them.

"Ah, yes," I manage to say without choking on stifled laughter, "it seems a few of my friends have stopped by." I grin, "and they very, very highly approve of you."

Offering to take your bag, we walk hand in hand down the trail to town, and the sun has never seemed so bright, the air so clear as it is in that moment with you.
 
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