Where Angels Fear to Tread11
John didn't say a word. He stepped to Moira and pulled her into his arms, into a lengthy kiss. He ignored the pain in his arm as more sensual concerns assailed him. He guided her gently backwards, not to the bed but to the wall where he pinned her, pressing his body to hers.
A picture on the wall began to sway back and forth, back and forth.
"John?" Moira said breathlessly, pushing at him but she couldn't move him. She stared with wide brown eyes as he smiled at her. The taste of whiskey was strong on his breath and on his lips. Passion shone in his green eyes. Moonlight striped his handsome face in light and dark.
"Moy. I want you." He kissed her again, hands running along her body, rough and rude but gentle at the same time. He cupped her breasts and tugged at the fabric encasing them. His hands slid down, fingers tangling in her skirts, lifting and searching.
Moira returned his kisses, responding to his hunger. Careful of his wound she slid her hands down, down to undo his belt buckle and his pants. "John, John, John, are you sure?" Her voice was breathless with anticipation. She knew this was wrong, very wrong, to be with this man in a public hotel room but at the same time she wanted him.
She wanted to feel his love and his protection.
He chuckled against her skin, running his mouth along her throat. He grunted as her touch aroused him, teased and tormented him. "Fuck yes," he growled as her fingers tightened, tightened over him. Her nails were an exquisite torture along the hard length of him and he felt a shiver of pure lust. She freed him suddenly.
Moira blushed at her bold, brazen behavior. She shook her head as her breath came rapidly and her body was inundated with hot sensations. "John, we cannot! Not here! Not now! John, John, we have to be more circumspect and oh!"
She gasped as his fingers skimmed along her flesh, now pulling down the fabric that separated them. He kissed her deeply as he thrust inside her, swallowing her murmur as her hands grabbed at his shirt, then his arms. He came quickly, each thrust faster and harder in time to his grunting. Moira clung to him as she was being rammed into the wall over and over.
The picture on the wall was swinging wildly now, until it abruptly crashed to the floor. Glass splintered and shattered into tiny fragments.
Moira whimpered, dizzy with the passionate possession. The climax was a flower about to bloom and she tensed as the pleasure spiraled, spiraled.
Abruptly he groaned into her mouth and freed her. He hid his face in her hair, gentling his hold on her arms. He kissed her, meeting her gaze. "Moira…"
"Let's go to bed, John."
"Did you…oh shit." He smirked, realized he had stopped before she had enjoyed him fully. "Sorry, sweetheart, let me get you—"
She smiled and led him to the bed. "You need to sleep, John. Here." She eased him onto the bed and sat close, unbuttoning his shirt. "Relax, John. It's all right." She pulled off his shirt and eased him onto his back. She frowned, running her hands gently over several bruises. She kissed him softly, soothing his aches.
John ran his fingers through her hair. "Moy…I can make it right for you. Jes give me a minute here, okay? I just—"
She touched his perfect, full lips with her finger, smiling at him. "It's all right, honey. It's always right with you and will be again. You are exhausted and sore. Just relax, John. I will take care of you." She stood and moved to yank off his boots.
John watched her, already drowsy. "I just…I…Moy…you were right. It ain't a man, not quite. It's a man…but it's not. It's odd and creepy and has this weird thing on its hand…I…" He touched his palm then let his hand fall to his side. It was hard to keep his eyes open as much as he wanted to talk with her. "It's the strangest thing I ever seen..." he muttered, voice slurring as his eyes closed.
Moira smiled and pulled off his pants. She drew the blankets over him and turned down the kerosene lamp. She undressed and got in next to him, snuggling close. "John?" She suppressed a laugh as John was already fast asleep and beginning to snore.
The fulfillment of her pleasure would have to wait, for now.
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"And you are certain of this?" Carson asked. He was seated in a hotel room with Rodney. The two men were hunched over a variety of objects, metallic in nature but oddly shaped and corroded.
"Yes. And this part…it appears to be organic."
Carson took the piece and turned it over in his hands. He nearly dropped it as what looked like a brown vine twitched. "Bloody hell! What is it?"
"I don't know. What I do know is that this is no meteoroid deposit. The chemical composition is unlike anything I have ever seen. What's more there is a debris field not far from here which is, I believe the initial crash site. From my calculations of the meteor showers the crash would have occurred a week ago."
"The first murder was almost a week ago," Carson concurred. "Except I do not think it was a murder, not in the conventional sense of the word. As you said earlier, Doctor McKay, I believe it was in fact feeding. This creature, whatever it may be seems to derive its sustenance from the life force of others. And its own blood is more than human…I've never seen anything quite like it in all my years of medical practice." The doctor's piercing blue gaze fell on Rodney. "But you have."
Rodney almost squirmed at the accusation. Denials swarmed to his lips but instead of speaking he merely nodded. "Yes. Not quite like this, but yes…years ago. The culprit was never found and it coincided with another meteoroid impact."
"Do you believe this is the same…creature?"
"I do not know. I do not believe in coincidence, only in scientific evidence and facts. Do you think you could identify the species?"
"No…that is to say I determined that half of it is not human, nor is it a mammal. If I had more extensive medical equipment I might be able to narrow down the parameters but out here—"
"That is not an option." Rodney sighed, shaking his head. "I face the same dilemma with my own experiments upon the various meteoroids and other debris. In my correspondence with Mrs. Sumner I instructed her to look out for any unusual astronomical events, but unfortunately the recent storms were a hindrance to such observations," Rodney continued. "But you have this…man in custody now," he continued, changing topics. "We must see him at once!" He leapt to his feet. "Have you attempted any sort of communication with it?"
"No. It hasn't said a word as far as I know. At least the sheriff didn't mention anything like that. Wait, Rodney!" The scientist was heading for the door, caught up in his enthusiasm. "The lateness of the hour precludes any—"
"No, Carson! We must act now! If this, this creature is in fact from the stars just think of what we could learn from it!"
"It's a killer, Rodney, not an exhibit in a zoo!"
"It's locked up, right? I shall be perfectly safe! Well, come on? What are you waiting for?"
Carson sighed and made to follow the excited scientist.
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The snoring was loud, bordering on obnoxious.
It stood, gaze full of disdain as it glared at the human fallen across the desk. It tested the strength of the iron shackles that bound its ankles and wrists. The chains rattled but the man at the desk did not stir. He just kept snoring, oblivious.
Moonlight filtered through the windows, creating a maze of dark and light, of black and silver that had the desk at its center, as if it was some maze wherein the prize was the sleeping man.
It smiled and stood.
With a sudden snap the chains fell apart and the shackles soon followed.
The iron bars of the cell were cold to the touch as it grasped them. The lock was heavy on the door, but primitive. So much was primitive on this planet, with these people. They were technologically backwards in so many ways it was pitiful.
But they were excellent sustenance despite their lack of advancement.
With a few violent exertions the door refused to budge, but the iron bars parted, parted as he pulled them slowly, so slowly away from each other.
Just a few more inches and its slim, starving body could fit through and be free.
The man slept on, oblivious and lost in sleep.
It smiled.