Wistful Yearning

Chapter 4

Lonely

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. ~ Henry Ellis

She lay groggily on the couch, wrapped in a robe that smelt of cologne and aftershave. An empty bottle of bourbon sat upon the table. Gren relaxed across from her on the other couch. Not quite as intoxicated as Faye, but very nostalgic, and a light flirting was being exchanged.

"So I Faye Valentine does not stay where she's not welcome."

"I see, and you don't think these crew members will care?"

"No."

"So you left, before they could leave you."

Faye tried to get up to protest, but she was very drunk, and movement of any sort was dizzying.

"I'm going to take a shower, why don't you sleep." Faye fell heavily back to the couch its beaten cushion's sinking beneath her equally battered body.

"Only if you promise to be gentlemen."

Gren winked at her on his way to the bathroom.

The phone rang but Faye rolled over and ignored it. His answering machine picked up.

"Gren, I wasn't expecting to hear from you, but I arranged to meet at your apartment to discuss the details, of the trade."

She leapt from the couch. Her body was accustomed to the large quantities of alcohol and dealt with it efficiently under stress. Gren knew Vicious, no fucking way. The nice, intelligent, sensitive musician, was associated with the evil sadistic, did I mention evil, Vicious?

She grabbed her gun, there was more to Gren then met the eye and she wasn't about to be duped. Steam clouded the bathroom, and she slipped through the mist. Grabbing the curtain she through it back.

What she saw stopped her short.

"You're a woman!" She yelled in shock, fear, surprise.

Glancing down, she noticed some very unwomanly appendages. "Which are you!?"

Gren smiled, he seemed almost relieved that she had found out. He stepped from the shower, backing her into the wall, her gun seemingly forgotten in her hand.

She looked at him fearfully. "I'm both." He whispered silkily in her ear, his naked wet body only inches from her own. Cooling drops of water dripped from his silken hair and fell on her flushed face.

"But." He stepped closer, seeming intrigued with her increasing heartbeat.

She stared up at his eyes, then to his parted lips. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the loneliness, but to the day she died she would swear it was his eyes that drove her to what she did next. It was the same lost expression that she saw when she looked in the mirror.

She touched her lips to his tentatively, almost trembling. He captured her lips fully. She groaned he tasted like bourbon. He drew her back with him, the hot spray of the shower shocked her at first, but it only increased her passion. Gren's pale artist hands slid down her body, untying the bathrobe.

Faye had grown enthralled with the man's breasts, as she fondled one curiously, taking note of his obvious like of this. His body was so much like her own, yet she felt dirty for how aroused she was at the sight of it.

She kissed his neck, as she did this his slid his hand down, sliding his hand to her heat. She gasped as he entered her with his finger, moving it in a rhythm that set her thrumming of into ecstasy. She kissed him fiercely. They touched and explored each other's bodies, but as the water grew cold, Gren pulled her from the shower. He passed her a towel, and took one for himself.

He pushed her into his bedroom. His eyes were dark and hooded, but hers equally lustful. The foreplay was over; it was time for the main event.

The bed rocked, as did their bodies. Sounds of sex and pleasure flooded the dim apartment.

Faye groaned at the sight and feel of his breasts pressing against her own. Gren pushed into her harder with every stroke, loosing himself in her. Faye trembled with the aftermath of her orgasm, as Gren cried out with his own.

He lay beside her catching his breath. She smiled contently, and moved slightly atop him to kiss him.

The sound of a door however stopped her. "And all this time I had thought you were not interested in women Grencia." They froze, every muscle in her body tensed, as she pulled at a blanket to hide her body. Gren lying down could only get an upside down look at their guest.

"Vicious? I wasn't expecting you."

"I can see that. And what interesting company you keep," His soulless grey eyes fixed on her, causing her to pull the blanket tighter around herself in reaction. "Hello Miss Valentine."