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Frisky
“Ooooooooobs”, She had heard that longing voice for weeks. It followed her everywhere; she could hear, even taste the yearning that went with the voice. What was calling her name, why did she respond to it in such a way? She caught fleeting glimpse of a ship in the distance but her sensors never locked on to a signal. Obsidian figured her mind was playing tricks on her due to lack of sleep. She tried to think of anything but the black vulture she would catch out of the corner of her eye. She tried to focus her mind by cataloging useless skills she had like tying knots in cherry stems with just her tongue, or saying the alphabet backwards.
Obsidian clawed at the sheets and tried to get comfortable, she had been having a hard time sleeping lately. She was being pulled towards someone or something as if she was on an invisible thread. Eventually she drifted off to sleep.
She stirred sensing the presence of another. Keeping her eyes closed tight she held her breath, ears trying to discern any sounds that would prove that she was not alone. The soft whirr-click of the oxygen generator, the low hum of the re-circulating fans were all the she could detect yet her gut told her that the voice was there.
She felt it circling the doorframe; all its focus centered on the raven-haired girl in the bed. Obsidian tried to remain calm but she knew it could tell that she was awake. Obsidian tensed, hearing the soft sound of something padding against the metal floor. She had been sure that it wouldn’t dare enter her cabin. Fighting the urge to open her eyes, she bit her tongue as calloused fingers ran through her hair. She had forgotten how gentle it could be “Ooooooobs” it whispered. She stirred at the sound. She could smell the longing; it was earthy with a sweet fruit chaser.
The voice had been making Obsidian antsy for some time now and she was frequently hanging out in capship battle prone areas, seeking the rush of battle. She didn’t care how dangerous it was or if she lived or died. She had something inside of her pushing her away from mining. To be aggressive and to dance in mortal combat. The voice was drawing her into its world and she liked it. Her guildmates had started to notice exactly how “frisky” she had become.
It watched her carefully, noting that her eyes had yet to open. Leaning over her, it caressed her mouth and planted a kiss on the jaw line, moving away slowly. “Ooooooobs” it sighed. She didn’t dare open her eyes but she reached out a hand, she needed to touch the voice she was craving. A whisper of a moan found its way to her ears and that was all it took. “Ooooooooobs” the voice called. Obsidian kept her eyes closed as she felt its mouth close on hers, and she wanted to taste the voice.
The sound came gently at first. Like a raindrop on the roof of her grandfather’s cabin terraside. However this had a slightly high ping to it. More metallic. Obsidian slowly realized that it was not gentle raindrops on a steel roof but the sounds of a meteor shower on the hull of her ship. BLOODY HELL! How did this happen? There was no sign of this when she had plotted the autopilot. How dare it so rudely awaken her? Her dreams had been so blissful. The blackness of space could be so overwhelming yet she appreciated how it distanced her from her senses, comforting her feelings and soothing her nerves.
Obsidian’s eyes popped open and she slammed her fist into the light switch. The cabin was filled with a blinding light. She blinked a few times and shielded her eyes until they adjusted, scanning the room she saw the door airlock was still in the un-pressurized position. It was improbable that anyone had entered her sleeping cabin. She tried to push the cobwebs from her mind to see what had just happened. Did she imagine it all? She stared blankly out the port window. She hated to think about how long she was deprived of this feeling, this absolute bliss that only it could provide. It had to have been a dream. Nevertheless on her lips she was left with a faint taste of … cherries?
Obsidian clawed at the sheets and tried to get comfortable, she had been having a hard time sleeping lately. She was being pulled towards someone or something as if she was on an invisible thread. Eventually she drifted off to sleep.
She stirred sensing the presence of another. Keeping her eyes closed tight she held her breath, ears trying to discern any sounds that would prove that she was not alone. The soft whirr-click of the oxygen generator, the low hum of the re-circulating fans were all the she could detect yet her gut told her that the voice was there.
She felt it circling the doorframe; all its focus centered on the raven-haired girl in the bed. Obsidian tried to remain calm but she knew it could tell that she was awake. Obsidian tensed, hearing the soft sound of something padding against the metal floor. She had been sure that it wouldn’t dare enter her cabin. Fighting the urge to open her eyes, she bit her tongue as calloused fingers ran through her hair. She had forgotten how gentle it could be “Ooooooobs” it whispered. She stirred at the sound. She could smell the longing; it was earthy with a sweet fruit chaser.
The voice had been making Obsidian antsy for some time now and she was frequently hanging out in capship battle prone areas, seeking the rush of battle. She didn’t care how dangerous it was or if she lived or died. She had something inside of her pushing her away from mining. To be aggressive and to dance in mortal combat. The voice was drawing her into its world and she liked it. Her guildmates had started to notice exactly how “frisky” she had become.
It watched her carefully, noting that her eyes had yet to open. Leaning over her, it caressed her mouth and planted a kiss on the jaw line, moving away slowly. “Ooooooobs” it sighed. She didn’t dare open her eyes but she reached out a hand, she needed to touch the voice she was craving. A whisper of a moan found its way to her ears and that was all it took. “Ooooooooobs” the voice called. Obsidian kept her eyes closed as she felt its mouth close on hers, and she wanted to taste the voice.
The sound came gently at first. Like a raindrop on the roof of her grandfather’s cabin terraside. However this had a slightly high ping to it. More metallic. Obsidian slowly realized that it was not gentle raindrops on a steel roof but the sounds of a meteor shower on the hull of her ship. BLOODY HELL! How did this happen? There was no sign of this when she had plotted the autopilot. How dare it so rudely awaken her? Her dreams had been so blissful. The blackness of space could be so overwhelming yet she appreciated how it distanced her from her senses, comforting her feelings and soothing her nerves.
Obsidian’s eyes popped open and she slammed her fist into the light switch. The cabin was filled with a blinding light. She blinked a few times and shielded her eyes until they adjusted, scanning the room she saw the door airlock was still in the un-pressurized position. It was improbable that anyone had entered her sleeping cabin. She tried to push the cobwebs from her mind to see what had just happened. Did she imagine it all? She stared blankly out the port window. She hated to think about how long she was deprived of this feeling, this absolute bliss that only it could provide. It had to have been a dream. Nevertheless on her lips she was left with a faint taste of … cherries?
"In dream, Love came out of Heaven
and donned his purple cloak"
and donned his purple cloak"
Nice, and thanks :D
Ah, I fondly think of many of the pilots I have encountered in the universe. Shape, I see you remember my favorite color. Smittens, I did this because you asked so nicely.
yeah, yeah, I know I have typing issues. thanks for pointing it out..... :P