Pale Blue Shadows
Author's Note:
Hi All,
Sorry for the delay. Life happened (some bad, some good, all overwhelming). Special thank you's to Karen B. Jones and mommy2caitlyn, who took time to check on me. I loves all you guys who have taken time to review and cheer on this story. I'm so sorry for the unexpected hiatus – I honestly wasn't expecting it myself.
Love you all,
Dreamflight
Chapter 14: Seduction
There was a long pause as Syx processed the unfamiliar words. Roxanne watched him with patient eyes. It had taken her a long time (years, if anyone was being honest) to arrive at this conclusion, and she wasn't going to be surprised if it took the blue, big-headed object of her affections time to understand, accept, and otherwise come to grips with her statement.
It was almost adorable to watch as the meaning of all she had said really soaked in. His green eyes widened slowly, pupils dilating. His mouth was parted just enough that she could see his devilishly sharp, white teeth. After a moment, the slackness of his jaw tightened and his lips pressed closed. His eyes fixated on Roxanne, and she felt a thrill run down her spine. One hand snaked around her waist and pulled her close to him, but he paused when his forehead bumped lightly into hers.
"Roxanne," he whispered, his voice deeper and huskier than she had heard it yet, "Do you have idea what you do to me?"
Roxanne slithered even closer to him, the curves of her body fitting softly against the straight, lean lines of his. "Not really," she whispered seductively, "You haven't really told me." She paused, her breath coming in long slow drags. "Or shown me," she added finally, the invitation in her voice clear.
The sound Syx responded with was almost inhuman, a cross between a pained groan and a growl. His entire body reverberated with the tone, driving vibrations through Roxanne's body. Without conscious thought, Roxanne shivered against him. "Roxanne," he growled against her ear, "If you let me show you, I will never let you go again."
Roxanne swallowed calmly, making sure her voice held no trace of hesitation. She angled her head so her lips brushed against the edge of his ear, delighting in the faint moan that slipped from him. "I don't want you to," she whispered as a faint grin spread across her lips.
Syx's hold on her waist tightened. Very suddenly, Roxanne found herself backed up against one of his worktables. The raw wood of the tabletop ground into the small of her back under the pressure of their bodies. Syx's mouth found hers and hungrily exploited her momentary surprise. His lips danced across Roxanne's, pulling brief gasps and moans from her as she clung to him, helpless in the face of his passion. Even a few weeks ago, she would never have believed any of this would be happening, but now it seemed that she would truly love nothing more than to drown in his kisses.
His lips were by turns fierce and soft, almost teasing in his manner, and Roxanne felt her knees go strangely weak. Her back was increasingly curved over the table, tools and scraps of technology and metal threatening to make her life increasingly uncomfortable. Roxanne pulled away from Syx's lips regretfully. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with an unnatural brightness to his eyes. His lips ran over his lips, fascinating Roxanne and diverting her attention for a long moment. She pulled herself away from his gaze, twisting sideways to survey the table's contents. With only a moment's hesitation, she swept an arm across the table, clearing it effectively of potentially dangerous debris. When she turned back to her lover, his eyelids had dropped, giving him an aura of dangerous desire.
In a moment, his grip on her waist had tightened again, and Roxanne found herself perched on the edge of the table. Her breath caught in her throat as her lifted her with apparent ease to the position. His face was now a few inches below her own, and in a lust-filled haze, she immediately decided that the only appropriate action here was to take advantage of that slight difference in height. Roxanne began at his lips, but quickly traced her hungry mouth across his jawline, pausing just below his ear to nip at the fragile, sensitive skin there. He jerked slightly in her embrace, and Roxanne felt suddenly powerful. In her arms, under the spell of her words and her touch, was a supervillain. Momentarily tamed, she held one of the world's most potentially dangerous men, and one of the only aliens her species had ever encountered.
Roxanne smiled darkly, her lips tracing the shape of his ear, pausing to bite down gently on his earlobe, pulling at it just slightly. His grip on her tightened, even as he began to pull her back into him. His hands ran heavily down the few inches from her back to her buttocks, his thumbs already straying under the hem of her top. Roxanne let a pleased sigh escape her lips, the warmth of her breath ghosting across his ear. She squeezed her legs slightly around her lover's slim form, experimenting with the contact. A second growl escaped him as his lips plundered the curve of her neck. His sharp teeth rasped lightly across the sensitive skin, his kisses becoming open mouthed as they demanded more from her throat.
Roxanne let her head tip forward, angling so her own lips could explore the arch of exposed blue skin. Gently, she pressed kisses along Syx's neck, breathing lightly as she dragged her lips across his skin. She felt Syx pause, his throat working slightly as the faintest of gasps slipped from his lips and into her shoulder. Roxanne lifted her lips from his skin, her lips twisting into a smirk as she opened her mouth slightly, baring her teeth as she sunk back into the curve of his neck. Her teeth dragged across his pulse point, a slight nip of smooth skin the final flourish.
Syx shuddered against her, his hands slipping completely under the light fabric of her shirt, as he pulled her tighter against him. "Again," he hissed softly, his hands working the hem of her top up with painstaking care. Roxanne smiled against his skin, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks as she momentarily came to herself. Syx was seconds from pulling her top right off her, she was perched on the edge of one of his work tables, her legs wrapped around him, and Minion or the Brainbots could come in at any time. Roxanne let her eyes flutter closed as she pressed another series of gentle kisses against his neck. She found that she didn't really care what the world thought any more. She loved Syx, and she was damned if anyone was going to stop them at this point. Her lips parted as his hands traced lines across the sides of her ribcage. She bite down again, harder this time, and tightened her legs around Syx even as he pulled her even closer against him. His hands lingered for a long moment in the place just where the soft mound of her breasts melted into her sides. His breath was ragged against her shoulder.
Roxanne tilted herself away from him for a brief moment, her eyes meeting his as he lifted his head in surprise. His eyes looked almost black, swamped with desire for her. Roxanne felt as if she were finally alive. Nothing else really mattered but this moment. She'd made her choice, and Syx was it. Whatever came hereafter, they would be in it together. He was in her heart and her head and almost irrationally, she craved that he be in her very skin. In a moment that felt like eternity, Roxanne felt some fraction of her feelings pass in between them. He leaned in and pressed a shockingly soft kiss to her lips. He pulled away just enough to look at her evenly. His emerald eyes bored into her, seeing her all the way down into her soul. "I love you, Roxanne," he whispered, "Completely."
Roxanne had only a moment in which to wet her lips before he had pulled away from her and whipped off her top, all in one smooth action. The cooler air of the lair met her hot skin and sent a jolt of surprise through Roxanne. Syx's green eyes flashed at her in wicked delight for only a moment before they sank to take in her form. His cool fingers were tracing shapes lightly across her skin again, snagging momentarily on the lace of her bra. Roxanne let herself relax against his body. Shivers ran through her as his fingertips danced across her bare back and belly. The sensation was exquisite, but she wanted so much more. The gentle touches were only fanning the flames she was feeling, feeding the desire to know nothing of the world but him. She could get lost in his touch. If the universe had any romantic sensibilities at all, she figured she would.
In the moment she was about to loosen her legs, Syx scoped his hands under her bottom, holding her to him in a way that sent any fears Roxanne had had fluttering out the door. She squashed a faint squeak and tightened her legs around him more firmly, even as her arms wrapped fiercely around his neck. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed. Her voice coming out as a breathy whisper, which seemed more intoxicated than demanding.
"Taking you some place where I can conduct a much more thorough investigation," he replied, his words spoken at her temple.
"Investigation?" she murmured, bemused at herself for being slightly aroused by his phrasing.
"Indeed," he whispered, his lips pressing against her hair, as he deftly navigated the lair to the secret entrance to the house, "I want to know how close my imaginings were to reality."
Roxanne shivered deliciously against him in response. Knowing that he had wanted her for far longer than either of them were really willing to admit was almost as intoxicating as the press of his hands against her bottom, or the dance of his lips against her temple and her hair. The strangely compact muscles of his body were strong against her, even as he carried her with apparent ease.
The pair slipped through the kitchen behind Minion's back as he puttered away at the kitchen stove. Neither noticed the knowing smile on the fish's face as he listened to his Master carry his prize down the hall.