The Luteces had not anticipated how much time they would spend ferrying Elizabeth around. It often became dull waiting for her to arrive again. They had to stay where she left them or risk being unable to find her again. At first they'd found ways to amuse themselves, but now the Luteces were down to card games. The fact that it rained in Elizabeth's metaphor for dimensional travel was somewhat upsetting. The impacts of the raindrops were a constant reminder to maintain their physical manifestation and the rain stole the warmth from their hands and feet.
Rosalind huffed and looked over at the lighthouse. "She is taking her time."
"I thought time was an illusion." Robert teased. "A coat we could take on or off."
"If we move we'll miss her. It is a very uncomfortable coat at the moment." Rosalind frowned, eying the dark clouds as though she might intimidate them into doing something beside pour down on their heads.
Robert chuckled and drew Rosalind into his lap. Their rain suits squeaked against each other and boat rocked a little. "If she's going to make us wait we can't be held responsible for what we do in the meantime." His voice was low and soft in her ear. Rosalind shivered, but not from the cold.
"In the boat?" She asked, turning on his lap so she could face him. "In the middle of a rainstorm?"
"We won't catch cold." Robert pointed out, shedding his hat. Within moments his hair was plastered to his head, his face drenched.
Rosalind retained her hat to preserve her hair. She did lean closer, kissing him softly. The cold, clean water coated his lips and hers, flavoring the kiss somewhat. She wasn't certain this was wise, but it seemed more fun than sulking. She slid her hands under his raincoat, grateful for the heat of his body against her frigid digits.
Robert yelped in surprise at her icy touch, then laughed at his own reaction and how she'd taken advantage of the situation. He decided that turnabout was fair play, in this situation. His hands slid under her raincoat, drawing her trousers down.
The cold air was quite shocking when it hit Rosalind's butt and thighs. There wasn't room under the rain pants for her normal array of undergarments, so she wore nothing but men's briefs. Robert had thoughtfully removed all that in one fell motion. She stumbled backward and he rushed to catch her. The boat rocked and both Luteces fought for balance.
Robert laughed at the whole affair, helping Rosalind maintain her feet until the rocking died off. Rosalind sighed, as though she had suffered some great ordeal. Robert shimmied out of his own clothing, yelping a little when he sat on the cold, wet bench of the rowboat. "Come, Rosalind. We've weathered the worst of it. Let's not have suffered in vain."
Rosalind rolled her eyes, delicately sitting in his lap. Robert groaned when he came in contact with her warm flesh. "Oh," he moaned, drawing a hand around her waist.
Rosalind scooted back against him. "You're going to have to work hard to pull this off, as far as I'm concerned, brother. The cold does not suit me, and I don't believe I'm suitably aroused for this."
Robert nodded, kissing her neck softly. "I imagine I'll have to do something about how cold my hands are." He noted, wiggling under her hips until he was comfortable. Her nearness was maddening, but he didn't want to cause her discomfort. Pleasure delayed was often magnified.
He thought for a moment how he might accomplish his goal. The answer came to him with a rush of bad memories. The stench of burning flesh and heated metal, screams, the sound of metal rending under its own weight. He held his left hand far away from Rosalind and watched it ignite.
Rosalind shivered as those memories were called up for her as well. They had tried to be revolutionaries. Watching Daisy Fitzroy go up in flames had catalyzed many into action. Immolation was a horrific fate. Fire had been the weapon of choice for that Vox Populi.
He shut the memory out of his mind and his hand returned to normal. He pressed it gently between Rosalind's things, stroking through that coarse hair.
Violence, after so long, had a peculiar effect on the Luteces. It was wholly the realm of the living, the passionate. They might participate in it and encourage it, but that was for a goal. Fighting for one's life, for an ideal, for redemption was all something people did when they knew death would come for them some day. Memories of struggle reminded the Luteces what they had given up when life stopped being among their concerns.
When Robert thought of life he thought of children. When Rosalind thought of life she thought of comfort. His fingers slid between her lips. His hand was too warm, still, from the vigor. She moaned loudly at the contrasting sensations, her body shuddering as his fingers gently caressed her. He knew well what she enjoyed and he relished giving that pleasure to her, especially when it would erase a painful memory from her attention.
For a moment there was no sound but Rosalind's soft moaning and the rain falling on the water and boat. She felt warm and slick under his fingers. He knew she would feel soft and welcoming when she was prepared for him. He nibbled on her ear, drawing a delighted peal of laughter from her. Even here, mostly clothed, in the middle of a miserable rain storm they found earnest desire for each other. The cold became a secondary concern for them as Rosalind's shifting and Robert's delicate fingers began to have the predictable effect. Robert felt himself growing harder and his motions became quicker as his patience began to wear thin. Rosalind groaned and shuddered as he increased his pace, her hips twitching in response to the pleasure.
She gasped when he pressed her slightly forward and sheathed himself inside her body in one swift motion. He was slightly chilled, though he'd lost little in the way of size for the fact. She shuddered and groaned, rolling her hips. He moved smoothly in her and she nodded in satisfaction. That was acceptable.
Robert wasn't sure how he might accomplish this goal without capsizing them. He thought she might have to switch places with him, but Rosalind solved the problem, to his surprise. She moved with surprising dexterity, her hips grinding against his. His hands gripped her waist, his breath already coming in short gasps. "That's new." He groaned, trying to still his hips so she wouldn't become unbalanced.
"You enjoy it?" Rosalind teased, her voice low and sensual. She might not find her own release from this, but she wanted him to enjoy himself. He would certainly repay the favor. She had to focus to keep her motions smooth. It was surprisingly hard work.
"I-" Robert started, but words failed him. She was doing. . . something with her internal muscles and it was quite distracting. "When?"
"Rapture. There were several educational texts on the matter. Shush, now, and enjoy this. I didn't freeze my arse off for a full minute to get nothing out of this." She began to move faster, her motions somewhat rougher. She didn't expect that it would be so pleasant for herself as well. She felt her body becoming warm, despite the dreary weather. Her breath started to come in gasps. She ducked her head down to avoid inhaling rainwater.
Robert was beside himself. She was doing things to him that he'd never considered possible. She felt so good and warm around him. His thoughts became simplified, focusing on the physical point of contact between them. He felt the wind and rain, but that was infinitely less important than the heat and wetness of her body, and the way she was moving against him. He was rapidly losing his composure, and the small noises of pleasure that broke the monotony of the raindrops served to push him closer and closer to his climax.
Rosalind was losing her focus. The feeling of fullness was more than just physical. She delighted in each gasp and grunt she drew from him, and the twitching of his hips and fingers showed her how well her efforts were being received. She found herself moving faster, more erratically against him. One particular spot, she'd found, was especially productive. She altered her angle so that this spot was stimulated the most. The problem was that the more stimulated she became the less swift her motions became, which led to a loss of stimulation.
Robert wasn't sure if she was purposely teasing him or not, but the erratic movements were becoming distracting. He drew his hands tighter around Rosalind's waist and gently pressed her forward. She understood his intention after a moment they moved together to their knees. Rosalind bent forward and Robert thrust home. This angle was much more pleasant for them both. He began to move in her, fast and desperate. He was so close to orgasm and he wanted it, needed it, so much he thought he might go mad without satisfaction. The boat rocked slightly as he lowered his head and moved with all of his might against and inside her. The pleasure felt like a fire in his groin and stomach and all he wanted was relief. It came in a sudden burst that overwhelmed all though and all other sensation. He moaned her name softly, his hands gripping her hips so he could keep his balance.
Rosalind groaned breathlessly. Each thrust pushed her closer and closer to crisis. She heard him groan her name softly and his hips began to jerk against hers. She child easily tell when he was coming, now. It pleased her that he had, though she was somewhat disappointed as well.
The sound of someone clearing their throat drew the Luteces' eyes upward, toward the dock. Elizabeth ess standing there, her arms crossed over her chest. "I was only gone for a minute."
Robert sighed and drew himself backward. "Time is relative. If you don't care to watch us then you should avert your eyes." He tugged his pants back on, then drew Rosalind into his lap. He wasted no time before dipping his fingers between her legs again. She was much slicker, now, so his fingers were able to move with much more speed and force. Rosalind cried out when she realized his intention. His other hand slid under her. Two, then three fingers slid into her vagina, occupying the space he'd so recently filled. Between the external and internal stimulation Rosalind was not long in following Robert's example. Her legs shook and a feeling of tightness built inside of her until it broke and she found herself grinding against his fingers, wanting to drain every drop of pleasure out of this encounter.
Rosalind eventually relaxed and Robert withdrew his hand. She leaned back so her head rested on his shoulder and they kissed. After a moment they blinked out of and back into existence. Robert was dry and Rosalind was reclothed. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and got into the rowboat. "You guys are gross."
Robert snickered once, taking up the oars. "I had to get her to move the boat somehow."
