PHASES

Prologue.

I laid beneath him, frighten and intoxicated at the same time. His fingers crept up my arm, his warmth spreading from his fingertips through my skin where it sprawled out in electrifying tingles and shivered down my spine. I kiss him, I can feel his lips form a smile through the darkness. I wonder if he'll smart off since I always use to reject his advances, pat him on the arm and say with a small smile that time stood between us. Doesn't it still?

He whispers in my ear with that adorable southern accent that is always associated with Americans, "Time stands between us eh?''

I blush as I nibble on his bottom am pretty sure my actions from here on will answer him. The sheets were cool and felt like silk, we were still dressed but laying in this intimate position I felt naked, I know that he could feel every tiny shift my body made. If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have tried to follow my best friend, she was trying to find what this world couldn't hold for her. The future holds only my shell and mind but, the past holds my heart...How can I ever leave again? A side ways glance in the dark at my wrist which I could feel was clamp to his shoulder pinched the bracelet of tiny gears my ex-of two years ago gave me, he said he as up in his great grandmother's attic looking for junk when he spotted a worn leather chair that sat on top of a pile of scraps of metal, bolts and gears. He collected some of the gears and made a gift for me, he was sweet then but soon became a jerk and at the end he was a complete snobbish prick.

Tom's lips brush against my brow, this wasn't just pleasure...No, it was never meant to please any one of us. Duty first before play. But when did play ever mix with duty? Rarely. I played the role convincingly, the young wife who's shy but, who is also sweet all the same. He played the husband perfectly, kind and gentlemen like. I wonder if the others will think our fake romance too convincing? The feeling of us not being entirely alone bubbled up.

''Your quite tonight. What's on your mind?'' He kissed the corner of my mouth.

Sometimes I forget we are acting when are lips or any part of our skin meet. It's seems too good to be true and it is.

''Oh...Just woman things. You wouldn't be interested dear.'' I kiss his nose, the feeling of being watched intensified.

''I really don't know about that, I am always interested in you.'' He was just one breath away, his cool breath tingled my flesh.

''Yes me, but woman things no.''

''You are a woman thing. what's on ya mind?'' I can tell by the way he akwardly shifted and they way he spitted the last words Tom wasn't so pleased with me.

''Alright, alright... I really don't want children.''

''That's reasonable. We just got married and all.''

''Yes...But am saying at least in a few years.''

''How long is a few years, honey?''

''Well am what...Six-teen? so...When I am twenty-seven?''

''That's ten years sweet heart, wives are usually mothers by the second year.''

''I know but...I-''

''Shhh, We don't have to talk about this now. We've only just begun."

I was proud of him and me too. We knew how to act, both character like and convincing like. We kiss again, little kisses pulling on our lips. Tom leaned more into it, re-positioning himself over me. I knew what he was suggesting, but could I really go through with it as tempting as he was making it. Or was it a bigger question...Could we really pull this off?

I inwardly sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck, spreading my legs to where I could wrap them around his waist. I giggled a bit when I caught his look and how his eyebrows wiggled suggestively. My lips met his for a hundredth time and I could feel one of his hands rub the side of my leg and the other lightly touching my elbow. I couldn't really concentrate on kissing him with him rubbing my thigh like that, slow but impatient, tenderly but rough.

''Hun, I don't think-'' My whisper broke off when I felt him look up at me.

I couldn't really tell if his eyes showed that he understood or if he was disappointed.

''I know, I know.'' Tom grounded out as he rolled off me.

I went to pat his arm or leg but he moved away as soon as my hand moved an inch and sat up from my reach. I avoided his eyes and kept mine at his chin I believe, his acting was really convincing even to me. I heard him sigh then he leaned over to kiss me on the forehead and I just closed my eyes for a second, we were too good at this. Why couldn't they use Mina? Or better yet use her and Henry for the role? Maybe even that Mister Gray. Of course if Mina volunteered and Tom did too then she must have with drawled. I see how he looks at Miss Harker from time to time, with longing and a bit of hopelessness.

I was difently going to get hassaled for my refusal and most likely for none other then Mister Q, not that I refused his 'little southern son' but if my refusal alerted those who watched us, the enemy we have to desperately fool by our undercover then I was sure to recive hell for it. Of course I had my supscion that it might just because I am a chick, girl, young lady, woman or future woman, however anyone else saw it.

Sucks to be a future chick from the twenty-first century stuck in a twisted nine-teen century time period.

How did I even get sucked into this mind-fucked role play library?

It's been explained to me many times I guess, but that captain Nemo's voice kinda sounds like Morgan Freemen and my ADHD mind goes through the notable movies he has been in and I laugh mentally and sometimes by accident physically at the humorous scenes which everyone gives me a 'look' at my smirks and unintentional giggles. I say 'sorry', but that toad face old fart of a man still mutters something I can assume womanize like and shakes his head.

It took all my will power-which isn't much if you count all my weaknesses...Mostly food related-To not smile or laugh out loud-Hey Lol, ha!-And pay attention to what the others-The league-were telling me about my role of the mission that we are apparently on. Even though I am working for them, I think and feel that I am not apart of this club house.

Crap-ola. I let my mind ramble again...And I was doing so well.

''Sybil...Sybil! Are you even listening to me?''

I gave a soft laugh and moved to sit on my knees next to him. ''Sorry, love. I was miles away.''

I heard him chuckle then felt his hands gently grab my sides and pull me to him where wrapped his arms around me. I snuggle against him, this action was half acted and half minded. His head rested on top of mine and he let us both fall together into the mountain of pillows, I gave a soft relaxing sigh. My mind was just beinining to remind myself to 'play it' not 'live it' when I felt his hands slowly roam my body. At first it wasn't registering in my brain what his limbs were doing to my body nor how my body was reacting. The two had lost connection.

Briefly.

I was feeling the throb, the pulse of being turned on and it had it's own burning desire.

My brain had momentarily died and my body was vibrating with life, each sensation was greater than the last and I felt the urge to be closer and without much hesitation I positioned myself on top him, my legs curled on either side of his hips. I was in the moment and loving every micro second of it. His hands already rubbing my hips and my fingers and palms were fast at work smoothing themselves over his chest, lost in the texture of the frabic.

We have both been in this situation before, in the god forsaken rehearsal the others put us through and of course with our own intimate experiences. But the more the quick breathing, the caressing and the intense kissing continued I wasn't all quite convince that this was acting anymore. Tom's hands had found themselves under my blouse and were slowly rubbing my lower back so, it was only fair that I start to unbutton his shirt. I let my fingers trace a slight curved line down his abdomen, his skin jerk a bit and a soft laugh escaped his lips. I smiled almost wickedly as my finger hook his pants at the waist as my other hand started to undo them, I felt the throb again and this time it wasn't my own urging.

I caugh his eyes in the dark and they reflected what I was feeling: Warmth, arousement, and a good dose of naughtiness.

And I should have seen it coming when he grinned a wicked smile to match mine and I suddenly found my self under him. Tom had hooked his hands behind my knees and pull down while he rolled over on top of me, now he started to rub my tummy and the flutter of butterflies tickled me. I tried to hold back my giggles and thoughts but I blurted it out anyways. ''I am a cute puppy?'' I asked with a playful tone.

''No, your a seductive kitten.'' He replied back lovingly.

Tom began to remove my blouse and I helped him by sitting up and shurgging out of it, he gently pushed me back on to the pillows. He paused to look at my almost bare chest I watched him give me a raised eyebrow. I giggled abit and blushed, he has never seen a bra before...Well, never has my little bother. I sat up and and unhooked it myself, it was my favorite one; gray background with pink hearts and little Aifiel towers. I slipped the straps down my arms, acting like I couldn't see him watching...Every movement that I made. Before I laid back down I smiled at him and began to slide his shirt down his arms, ''Only fair.'' I whispered against his collar bone. Tom's hot breath brushed against the side of my neck, giving me goosebumps.

I laid in slience, feeing him removing my black stockings, slowly. I wondered if he was teasing me, or he was drinking in the moment my legs being reveiled. I know I bothered some of the men on Nemo's ship with my wearing of blue jeans most of the time but they seem to be less apprehensive when I wore the occasional skirt but of course always with my legs covered. It was the early twentieth century, woman and girls never showed much skin...But I liked to make them nervous and wear really low cut tops to mess with them. When your a woman, you're drunk with power.

His hands crept up my thighs and under my skirt and my skin jerked a bit at his spider like fingers. I felt him tug at my panties, slipping them down and I helped by drawing my knees up. Tom stretched over me after removing the last items of his clothing and helping me unsnap my skirt, I breathed deeply and at the worst moment for it...I remembered myself.

My brain and body had resumed contact.

I tried hard, very hard to push the doubts into the back of my mind while Tom left little kisses up and down my neck as he mounted over me. I shifted my hips and wrapped my arms around his neck, I kissed his jaw tenderly.

I wasn't even near being a nervous virgin, that was along time ago it seems. I was just over thinking things and letting my thoughts run ramped, he pushed himself inside and I was quite taken by surprise. I let out a sharp intake of breath, I believed the bed shook with this first action. It took only a few moments to adjust ourselves for the other and the pace began to pick up, he grunted softly with each thrust. My pants tickled the skin between his shoulder and neck, with each thrust he gave I gave a thrust of my own. Tom kissed my jaw and lips with little short hasted kisses as the tempo of the thrusts increased and came harder one after the other. We both knew what was to be expected shortly, I felt my walls contracting around his length and he quivered and he gave off a groan. After a few more thrusts he clung to me tight, his arms found themselves wrapped tightly around my frame. I didn't mean to scatched his back deeply after he snapped against me but I was still riding out the waves of my own bliss. Tom's hips jerked out of rhythm and with sharp breaths he spilled inside me, I was too out of it to really notice anything else but him and myself.

He collasped alittle on me and we still clung to the other. I don't think either of us wanted to let go and leave the warmth we created.

I began to leave gentle kisses on his cheek and jaw bone, we both were panting a little and he gave a raspy laugh and his chest vibrated a bit and ticked my breasts. Tom lifted his head up sightly, giving me a tired and lovingly look. I kissed his forehead and caressed my cheek against it, our hands still clamp on each other.

About fifth-teen minutes in all of sex if you didn't count the seemingly half an hour of four-play.

It hit me.

We had sex on top of the sheets, didn't even bother to pull back the top cover, That was silly. I glance around the dim darkness, our clothes were scattered around the room, I noticed my panties had found themselves on top of a unlit lamp. Tom's colts laid in the arm chair in a far corner, his vest laid crumpled in the floor next to my bra. I giggled silently, I don't know why the site pulled on my funny bone. My husband (well pretend husband) snuggled into me and yawned, I smiled and rubbed his back.

''Sleepy?'' I whispered in his ear.

Tom nodded and mummbled as he rolled off of me and stood up. I smiled weakly at him and stood up too, we pulled the covers down hopped back in bed, I scooted a bit towards the middle and he reached out and grabbed me even in his tired state he pulled me close. ''Good night'' He whispered with a small kiss on the mouth.

''Night.'' I kissed him back.

As I was drifting away, my body tired and my mind exhausted , the feeling of being watched that was pushed back in the deepest corners of my brain resurfaced for second before disappearing completely. I did not think much of it, for slumber had me and the slight paranoia wasn't enough to bring me out of this peaceful state.

I think...I forgot to 'act' during sex.

Oh, well.

A/N: Confusing?

How, Who, When, Where will be explain in Chapter two...One, yeah one.