Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Also, there's another sexual scene. I won't point out where it starts and ends because I assume if you made it through the last one you won't care or are looking forward to it as my reviews suggest.

Chapter 25

It took an hour to work out how to make the time bubble once everyone had agreed, about that much time to track down all the materials, until nightfall to make sure everyone was in the city and about fifteen minutes to actually set the thing.

All in all, Tony and I came to the general consensus of one thing we agreed on, fuck were good, just ask us. We'd stayed at Foundling's Host that night, sharing a room.

"I think I deserve a little tit for tat," he said, trailing a hand down my naked stomach. The glow of the arc reactor lit up the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath. He leaned up from his previous position of his head laying on my thigh and cool breath hitting in between my legs where his mouth had just wrung an earthshaking (Literally) orgasm from me. I could taste myself on his tongue when he pushed it lazily into my mouth.

"I suppose that it's only fair," I concluded with a playful air, even though I was shit scared of what I was going to do, mainly because I didn't have a clue of what I was doing. Like that's anything new, I thought to myself, fake it till you make it.

"That's my girl," he murmured. I pushed him back onto the bed and shimmied down his body. He looked at me in anticipation as I gazed at what he wanted to take into my mouth. No way that was going to work the first time round, I thought, before noticing he was clean-shaven. He'd be expecting me to go for the joystick (and yes I could call it that, it has already brought me great joy).

"Fuck," he cried hoarsely as I took his balls in my mouth with a hard suck. Giving kittenish licks up and down his length made his squirm, by the time I finally closed my mouth around the end of him he'd by far lost his patience.

A hand gripped tightly in my hair as he moved in and out of my mouth at a frantic pace. I couldn't do anything, didn't want to do anything. I just sucked as hard as I could every withdrawal and moaned. There was something sexy about being able to drive him this crazy. All to soon he gave a shuddering pant and my mouth flooded with wave after wave of salty goodness (AN: I think? I wouldn't know, never asked.) Swallowing it all down.

"I'm…" he started apologetically. I cut him off, licking my swollen lips.

"Nuh uh, apologies are for girlfriends," I said waving him off and cuddling up to him getting ready to fall asleep, "Friends just get even." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around me. We drifted off into dreamless sleep.

The next morning we ate breakfast with the rest of the house. Some of them smiling extra widely and telling me how much they'd enjoy having us stay in the city.

"As you never seem to stay longer than it takes to start one of your grand schemes," one of the women said smiling. It seem she truly meant it and I couldn't help but think, 'fuck me, someone wants me around?'

"So, we need to keep all the other stuff on track while we sort out the soul stuff," Tony said picking at his food, "Also, is it possible for us to import coffee."

"Already way ahead of you," I said shaking my head, "They even have coffee beans here, they medicinal. Used for stress."

"Are we going to have a place where we live?" he asked, "Like a house/lab/testing facility?"

"That is actually a good idea," I murmured. That week we started building our house in the centre of the city. It was very temple like. There was an open space done on the first floor, no walls, just pillars made of strong ebony marbles that seemed to have rainbow swirls, like it had opal running through it. Underground floors housed the labs and the vault, where anything of importance was kept.

The top two floors were for us. Bedrooms, bathrooms, wardrobe, lounge, kitchen the lot, there was even a public Aquadome to the side, covering the left side of the house. With a pool, improvised gym/weapons training area, sauna, and spa. There were bright stained glass windows that told some sort of story neither of us understood.

We hadn't seen the first floor since it had been started, there were well like dips in the marble filled with cushions, fluttery elegantly gauze hangings and a fountain with the most curious statue in the middle. A man and a woman tangled together like two pieces of a puzzle (Not naked, or sexually or anything.) water dyed a soft golden colour that couldn't be called remarkably yellowish to save someone's life, ran over them both like a halo.

"This is amazing," I breathed, I wasn't kidding either. There was even a garden filled with wildflowers, which have the strangest meaning and could be used with magical means or chemical compositions and still managed to be beautiful.

"I agree," Tony said dragging me down to the labs, they were pretty cool and in the month that we spent overseeing construction and learning to see souls, became fully stocked.

"There has got to be an easier way to do this," I growled flopping down on the bed with a thumping headache. We were getting to the point that we could catch them out the corner of our eye and the pulsing colours that spanned the life and essence of another being were hard to look at. Let alone analyse.

"What if we tried resonating souls with one another?" he asked, "Then we'd know what were looking for."

"That's a pretty big step," I said softly, "I'm not even sure if we could manage it, but if we could are you sure?"

"How is it any less of a big deal than anything that we've already trusted to each other," he asked just as soft, "Our secrets, your virginity, my life… it isn't as though were lacking in trust." I checked to make sure I wouldn't be overheard, even though we were in our own bedroom.

"True, but I'm going to die and you have to live with a broken link to my soul," I said seriously, "You'd go from sharing everything you are with another person to having it all ripped away and it would hurt." I was startled when he grabbed me so tight that it hurt, not letting go.

"Good," he said fiercely, "Let it hurt. Let it be proof that I had you, my best friend, and the one thing that I never want to let go. Let it be a reminder."

I didn't make him let me go. I could see that he needed this and that was okay. It was only bruises and in the grand scheme of things, bruises weren't that important.

"Alright," I said complacently, "Alright."

So, who was onboard with me sneaking Perci a little more time. The question is, how long is Tony going to try and keep her there? Reviews are welcome.