Desert Wind

TW: Suggestive content!

She barely felt the icy grasp of the cuffs as she lay on the bed, ignoring it in favor of the intense pleasure blossoming all over her body. His experienced tongue flicked its way along her skin, from the winged collarbone of her neck to the base of her stomach, and then back up. He allowed his fingers to trail her nakedness, amplifying the maddening, pleasing feeling welling up inside of her. She was warm, wet and tingly, and he knew it. He was the kind of man who knew how to prepare a lady.

"I didn't know a strip-search was required," she purred as she stretched herself out.

"A good private investigator leaves no stone unturned," he purred back, kissing her lips and then continuing down gently, swirling his tongue round her pink-topped domes and making her breathe heavily with anticipation. She used her free hand to caress his face, smooth, freshly shaven, his jaw nice and square. His hazel eyes were filled with tenderness, and she knew that what they had was real, that it wasn't just a friends-with-benefits arrangement. There was his mouth on her torso, and—she released a moan and arched her back, feeling his warm hands tease her inner thighs.

"I still don't know the crime for which I stand accused," she said seductively.

"Never fear. You're innocent until proven guilty."

"And what proof—oh!" She was cut off as his fingers met her walls and began exploring the moistness. And then the fingers began to move, sure and confident movements which made her mind go blank except for that wonderful feeling rocketing toward her, her breath now irregular as he stopped suckling on her skin and positioned his mouth in the right place. As soon as his tongue inched out, the throbbing warmth seemed to grab hold of it and her hips began to wiggle.

She was shouting now, shouting fervently, as he rubbed and licked and suckled. Her fingers played with his jet black tresses as she held his head in place, moaning and saying his name, her whole body keeping time with him. He was shocked at how slick she was—he'd been with other women, but it was the first time he'd done something like this. He told himself that he would do this only to a special lady. And here was the special lady, panting, blonde hair in disarray, anticipating more. He scooted his fingers past his mouth and started pumping them like he meant it, scrambling her brain and sending seismic heaves of ecstasy rolling over her. Ever since he was a boy, he vowed never to make a girl scream unless it was in delight or happiness. So, the lustful shrieks reaching his ears told him that he was doing this correctly.

These steamy ministrations lasted for about an hour. The flushed form splayed out on the bed watched with widening eyes as he reached down and unveiled her prize—a thick, meaty and glistening Polish sausage almost as long as a certain green-clad plumber's nose. He finally unlocked the cuffs so that she could examine her treat with both hands, and without a moment's hesitation she opened wide, and…

It was his turn to be taken by surprise as she heartily engulfed his frankfurter like a famished person, demonstrating her strong jaw and throat muscles as he twitched and jerked. Just as his world was about to go white, she stopped and withdrew, giving the Tootsie-Roll Pop a parting lick.

"Here comes the fun part," he said in her ear as his Polish sausage slid easily into her hot dog bun.

At the size of him, she nearly fell apart right then and there.

"Oh, my God—Val!" Evelyn hollered as her fellow Luigi fan took her ardently, swelling even further with each tender thrust.

He responded with a hearty chuckle, going deeper, faster and at different angles so it seemed that he was meeting her from all directions. Her walls hugged him close and anointed his mushrooming shroom in her holy water, pulsating in and out as they became one.

"Val—Val—Val," Evelyn screamed with desire, her stomach sucking back and forth and sweat popping out on her skin as she breathed hard. "For God's sake, don't stop! Make me yours!"

"Only if you make me mine," he said between kisses.

"Yes—oh, yes!"

He slowed, and then paused, "marinating" inside of her, tasting the moistness on her skin and pinpointing all of the sensitive spots as her receptacle continued to hug, squeeze and yank on the junior P.I. Evelyn fought to get her breathing back on track, small shudders traveling along her, and as he rubbed her edges, these shudders increased. Still stationary, Val sighed lovingly as he observed her, wiggling and gasping and tenaciously holding on as she did in all aspects of her life.

"Oh, Evelyn," he said as his thrusts started up again. "I'm glad I found you."

"I'm glad I found you," whispered Evelyn.

Evelyn woke up then, finding herself alone in bed with the sheets wrapped around her. She disentangled herself and glanced at the clock. Good. It would be time to wake up soon. Gray dawn was visible outside her window, the city lights still luminous and beautiful. She heard stirring in the room next to her and surmised that Luigi was just waking up, too. It was a good thing that Master Hand and Mario pooled their resources to upgrade them to these adjoining rooms. They could cross on over and visit at leisure while still having their own beds, their own bathrooms and their own TVs.

These wet dreams had been going on for quite a while now, and they always ended the same—waking up before the good part. Why these fantasies came out of the blue, she had no idea. But she knew that she couldn't get Val out of her mind. They'd known each other for a long time, and it wasn't just their shared respect for the man in green which drew her to him. He was virtuous, pure-hearted and fought for truth, justice and the common good. She was free-spirited, generous and spoke her mind. They clicked on so many levels. It wasn't just recently that she started having feelings for him—they'd been swimming around in her mind about a year into their friendship. She was just waiting for the right time to break it to him.

But "the right time" had sneaked past her. Now, that option was closed to her. Val had met and fallen in love with someone else. Evelyn wasn't one to mope around, though—she assured herself that there were plenty of other fish in the sea, and soon, the right guy—or girl—would come her way.

Now, however, she started having these dreams, and they were growing steamier and steamier. Of all the times to have dreamy, steamy dreams about the one that got away, this had to be it? She and her idol had a mission to fulfill and a bully to put in his place. Her personal problems would be shelved and dealt with later.

Most of all, she really wanted to know what was in those Mushrooms she'd been eating lately.

Luigi and Evelyn had been in Las Vegas for nearly a month, slowly discovering Spike and his network. In the process, they acquainted themselves with the best of Sin City, from the dancing fountains at Bellagio to the M&M Factory to the moving statue show at Caesar's Palace and the staged pirate ship battle at Treasure Island. They went to Circus-Circus for the free circus acts and the indoor amusement park known as the Adventuredome. They drank in the Show in the Sky at the Rio. And they came across tourists and locals ready and willing to help.

Their only worry was that somehow Koopa had beaten them there and had warned Spike. Once he knew what they were up to—neither was willing to finish the thought.

"Eve? You up?" asked Luigi's voice.

"Yeah. I'm just about to jump into the shower," she called back.

"Can you meet me in here, and we'll talk about today's agenda?"

"Sure."

Evelyn discarded her nightgown, bundled her hair into a shower cap and stepped into her shower. As the water began cascading over her and her bath sponge became covered in soapy suds, she allowed the sensual images of her dreams to creep back into her mind…

If only she knew that she was the "special lady" Val was referring to, and that he'd been having similar dreams longer than her…

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"Wow," breathed Paul. "Is this Las Vegas?"

"Yup, in all its glory," Val told him. "What do you think?"

"It's so huge!" gaped Paul.

"And it's mostly for grown-ups," Val explained. "Don't worry—they have arcades, and Circus-Circus is among the most kid-friendly with their Adventuredome and free circus acts at the Midway. But you cannot be near those slot machines, or you'll get them in trouble."

"Okay."

The P.I and his little assistant had slipped quietly into Sin City via a Southwest Airlines jet. Paul had enjoyed the free peanuts during the flight, as well as the birds-eye view of the world. During the landing, however, the kid had gotten airsick. Luckily, Val had come prepared and offered up a barf bag and some flat ginger ale, and a crisis was averted.

When Val had told Paul that they were going to Vegas, Paul had objected. "L said to stay here."

"I know. He wants me to look after our wonderful fans in this lovely city. But be honest—when your parents told you to do something, how often have you done it?"

"Well…"

"Besides, he can say all he wants, but he's my friend, and he needs me. He needs you, too."

Paul had eventually agreed and packed a small suitcase.

After a two hour or so flight, Val and Paul landed at McCarran International Airport, purchased traveler's insurance and hailed a cab to Caesar's Palace, where they checked into a room with two beds. After unpacking their things, Paul suited up in a Pikachu costume, and Val put on his Luigi outfit. Now, they were in full-on cosplayer mode.

From the casino, they took a taxi to the Las Vegas Convention Center, where a Smash convention was scheduled. From the roster, one or two representatives from each universe (except for the universes represented only by one fighter) had been selected to neck with the gamers, fans and cosplayers. There were Mario and Peach from Mario's universe, DK from the DK universe, Zelda and Link from the Legend of Zelda universe, Pikachu from the Pokémon universe, Samus, toting collapsible armor fit for travel, from the Metroid universe, Ness and Lucas from Mother/Earthbound, Kirby and Meta Knight from the Kirby universe, Fox and Falco from the Star Fox universe and Pit and Palutena from the Kid Icarus universe. Reflet and Lucina represented Fire Emblem, Douglas represented F-Zero, R.O.B. represented Q*Bert, Mr. G&W represented Game and Watch and Olimar represented Pikmin. There were the third-party people—Little Mac, Mega Man, Pac-Man, Wii Fit Trainer, Ryu, Cloud and Bayonetta. And there were some former Smashers, showing some love, from Wolf to the Ice Climbers to Young Link and Pichu. There would be booths, games and activities, bounce houses, live entertainment, tournament match-ups—and combo exhibitions by the Smashers themselves. And let's not forget the free food!

Paul and Val were among the first ones to arrive. The doors would not open for another twenty minutes. Luckily, Val spotted another familiar face to chat up.

"Christine," he greeted the young mother as Paul busied himself on his Nintendo 3DS.

"Hi," she replied simply.

"What do you have for me?"

"Koopa is scheduled to arrive here tomorrow afternoon," whispered Christine, "and he's brought a lot of his troops with him. Spike is staying at an executive suite at Caesar's Palace and has some employees on his payroll. Even some of the law enforcement here is on his side. Tread carefully, Val, and that goes double for your little boy."

"Oh, he's not my son," blushed Val. "We just united for a common cause. He's the Watson to my Holmes."

"Still, he needs to understand the situation. Spike is not like the villains in comic books or Saturday morning cartoons. He'll show him the same mercy he shows anyone daring to challenge him."

"I'll keep that in mind," shuddered Val. "It was nice talking to you."

"Same here."

Then, Christine went back to tending her son and Val went to check on Paul. To his relief, he was still absorbed in his video game, his Pikachu owning a Ness spammer in For Glory.

"Hey," he said. "Wanna 1v1 me?"

"You have a 3DS?"

"Yeah. Final Destination?"

"You got it."

As they went head to head in a series of stock battles, Paul whispered, "Don't quote me on this, but I think Skull Bash came before Green Missile."

"Gosh, not that again," groaned Val. "You're a very good Pikachu. You were right to main him."

"Luigi is my secondary. I was intrigued by his playstyle."

"Me, too. Always have been."

Just as Paul two-stocked Val in their eighteenth stock battle, the doors finally opened.

"Welcome," said the doorperson, taking the guests' ticket stubs and stamping hands.

The convention was now underway. Peach and Mario were signing autographs and answering questions when the Princess's eye fell on the man and boy.

"Hey, isn't that Luigi's L.A. friend?" she asked Mario.

"Yeah. What's he doing here?"

"I don't know, but we'd better tell Luigi and his companion," Peach said to him.

Mario waved the duo over. "Over here!"

"Princess?" asked Val.

"Mario!" squealed Paul.

"What are you guys doing? You're supposed to be in L.A.!" cried Peach.

"Everything's fine there. I have someone taking care of things."

"My bro said not to come looking for him," Mario put in.

Val sighed. "He's in danger. There are spies everywhere, and Spike must've found out he's here. He's so powerful that some of the casino employees work for him. Either by bribery, deceit or intimidation—he's made it clear that he won't go down as easily as Tristan or the others."

"You know we're going to tell him," warned Peach.

Val nodded. "You may do that," he said, "but I'm not abandoning him. Not here, not ever."

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The morning had involved Luigi and Evelyn "casing the perimeter", the perimeter being Caesar's Palace and its sister casinos. They quickly discovered that some enemies were hidden in plain sight, and Spike's influence extended across much of the Strip. Christine had texted them with information regarding Spike's whereabouts and warnings about his clout, hinting that some old friends were around to help them. Before setting their offensive into motion, the two decided to meet up with these old friends. Judging from the fact that a Smash convention was in town, Luigi had some clue who the "old friends" were.

"Somehow I knew L.A. couldn't hold him," he murmured.

Evelyn's breath hitched. "Val's here?"

"Yeah. At a Smash Con. We'll rendezvous and compare notes there."

"What about Paul?"

"Val took him along. And Christine is there with her little boy."

"Any Smashers?"

"Of course. One or two fighters representing a universe, plus the third-party fighters. We'll figure out a way to slip in unnoticed and disrupt Spike's agenda."

"Once we figure out what it is," murmured Evelyn.

"Spreading his hateful gospel, for one," said Luigi, "and I can only imagine what his plans for my fans are."

Evelyn let out a slow breath.

"You okay?" asked Luigi with concern.

"Yeah. I'm awesome," Evelyn said quickly. "Val showing up just threw me for a loop."

"How about we relax before heading out to the Con?"

"Sure," nodded Evelyn.

They headed over to the spa, where Evelyn wasted no time booking an appointment for a facial, a massage and a body wrap. A glass of watermelon-infused water in hand, she relaxed in the sauna, clad in nothing but a towel, imagining Val accidentally walking in on her like they did in the daytime dramas, sparks flying, the steam shrouding them as they kissed and dropped their towels and—no. He was spoken for now because she didn't speak up. The lucky lady had better count her blessings each time he touched her, kissed her and pleased her. Evelyn sipped her water and then slipped one hand under her towel, the pads of her fingers exploring her condensation-beaded skin. Her eyes slid closed, fingers beginning to dance and flick about herself, becoming sensuous, circular motions at key areas. Lips compressed together to avert moans, and her other hand set down her water to join in. She giggled as she teased a ticklish patch and then began to massage and manipulate expertly, taking comfort in the solitude of the steam. She lavished on her two "little girls"—starting with the rosebudded tip top and lazily working her way down—petite, domed peaks, they were, but they never made her self-conscious. Pressing down with finger pads, caressing, fondling. Skimming the small valley in between. The towel wrapped round her head began to come loose, and she made no move to redo it. Her motions became more furious, the towel slid off, and down tumbled her wet hair. She smelled hair care products and the steam and felt it stick to her face; she was past caring. She was an innie and had a 32" waist, and she was proud of it. It wasn't for others that she was keeping in shape, but for herself; she wasn't a health nut or figure-obsessed, but she couldn't help but gloss over celebs and swimsuit models in the magazines. The sauna fell away. Everything else fell away as fingers and hands reached their ultimate destination. Fingers dove in, and she arched herself upwards. Rockets and starbursts whizzed before her closed eyelids. This was her time and she was going to use it to decompress. Her tension gradually lessened, thoughts about her missed chance and the one that got away releasing from her brain like a handful of balloons, drifting into space, never to perturb her again. She softened her hands but increased her speed, driving deep, torso pulling in and back out as she rubbed it with her free hand.

"Val…" she whispered, feeling her wet, messy hair fall in her face, splay on her shoulders and tickle her bosom. She started moving hands and fingers another way, another direction, driving herself mad. These swirling sensation ruled her, and she didn't know if she could remain silent with them. The last thing she wanted was to attract attention to herself—especially if there were potential moles around. So, she made herself take a break and let her tempestuous feelings quell for a bit before resuming more relentlessly than ever.

Somehow, the edge of her mind registered the door sliding open and then closed, and then a perky voice sent her back to Earth.

"Hi, I'm Daisy!"

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The man sat in his hotel suite, playing with his pet cat. "It seems that our location has been betrayed," he said.

"Yes, sir. Luigi and a female companion by the name of Evelyn Fisk have gained wind of everything."

"And who is this betrayer, I wonder?"

"It seems that they encountered Quaz and turned him against us. He's disappeared from our radar."

"Is there any news on Koopa?"

"He's on his way here, sir. I think you'd like to know that Luigi has company. There is a Smash Bros convention being held, with the best Smashers in attendance. Our plant has alerted us of that P.I. and his pint-sized buddy planning a rendezvous there? Shall we send them a greeting?"

"Not yet. We'll let them get comfortable and lower their guard, and then we'll strike. In the meantime, we must check for more traitors in our midst."

"It's a shame that the Piantas got to our friends in Isle Delfino."

The man shrugged. "They only know half the story. At least they don't know the juicy part—the part we never talk about in case there are eavesdroppers about."

"You still must use caution, sir. Luigi has become braver, and thus more dangerous."

"Then let us meet in a fair fight. Our battle will be legendary."

"Will that be all, Mr. Spike?"

"Yes, that will be all."

"Silly little man in green," scoffed Spike. "He thinks he's so smart. We'll see who gets the last laugh!"

Please R&R.