THE SCENE

THE DAEMON CONFLICT

"THE SCENE"

Important Author's Note: This is an intimate scene involving Bob and Dot that was cut from The Daemon Conflict because of its adult situations. Please be advised however that this scene is not pornographic. I believe this is tastefully done and personifies the love between Bob and Dot. It is not "sexually explicit" however it is "descriptive". If you are under the age of 18 I would appreciate it if you wouldn't read it. Of course I can't stop you, however, I'm going on the honor system. In order to understand this scene, you must have read The Daemon Conflict and in fact, I would like it very much if you read the story first, then this scene. This scene is rated "R" Thank you.

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It had taken him some time but Bob had finally managed to lose his watchers. He was grateful for the respite, as his patience had been wearing thin. He took the time to explore the surrounding area. He needed the time to himself. The young Guardian knew what – or more correctly whom -- he would face and he needed to be ready. He wanted to be at peace with himself and with everyone and everything around him before he returned to that nightmare that was Daemon's inner sanctum.

He had told no one where he was going, not even Dot. He had wanted to be totally alone.

He had snatched an extra zip board (they were scarce, but nobody wanted to go against the infamous General Dariem) and now flew low over the data trees. He had to admit, this was a pleasant part of the countryside. In the past, Bob had seldom gotten a chance to venture into areas like this. Anytime there was a break when he was attending the Academy they had either gone to the beach or had hung around the city attending party after party. Bob sighed at the memory. Those days were past and no longer seemed real to him.

Something caught his eye and Bob realized it was the pond where they had been replenishing their water supplies. Although the factory had its own water tower, the weather had turned unexpectedly hot and dry and water was becoming scarce. Bob was feeling roguish, so he glided down into the secluded area and stood on the bank.

A waterfall fed the pond, tumbling down a short cliff face from above and Bob knew that was where the stream met its end. The water was too inviting to resist. Bob tapped his icon and removed his clothing format, only glancing around afterwards to make certain no one was watching. There were a pile of rocks near where he stood and he laid his icon there, knowing it was dangerous and not really caring. Then the young Guardian took his first tentative steps into the water. It was chilly, but felt good against his bare flesh. Bob made his way deeper into the pond and when the water was waist deep, he dove under, enjoying the smooth feel of the water as he skimmed along just under the surface.

He came up near the waterfall and shook the moisture out of his eyes. The place was cool and inviting. The water tumbled over a cleft in the rocks forming a natural alcove, the stones worn smooth by the tumbling water. It was only about knee deep here and Bob stepped under the falls, and gave a yell as the icy spray tumbled down his back. For the first time in a long time he felt reasonably content.

He made his way into the deeper sections and dove once again, his Academy training doing him well as he cut through the water with swift, powerful strokes, surfacing after his lungs began to crave air. He had swum in a circle and was at the waterfall again. He was splashing towards the inviting space when he got the acute sensation that he was being watched, so he turned.

Someone was standing on the shore.

There was a brief moment of panic on his part, which quickly became consternation as he recognized who it was.

Bob was a man transfixed. How in the motherboard had she found him? He could only stare, mouth agape, as the figure moved over to the same rocks and laid her icon next to his own.

Still Bob didn't move. He watched as the intruder walked around the shoreline. The sunlight glinted off of her supple emerald flesh. Bob eyes saw nothing else, followed every minute movement of nothing else, but this visitor.

Ripples flowed away from her as she stepped gingerly into the water. They touched Bob in an intimate caress and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of them.

Then she was before him, looking up at him with those beautiful violet eyes so full of love and – something else Bob never expected to see but had wished he would see a thousand times over.

"Dot," he was surprised at the restrained whisper that issued from his lips.

She reached from him, almost shyly. She looked up with uncertainty and longing and Bob knew he should send her away. Gently she laid her hands on his chest and again, the Guardian's eyes, drifted closed.

"Dot," he said again. Other words failed him.

"Yes?" Her face was suddenly close to his, her reply breathed against his ear.

"What are you doing here?" What a perfectly ridiculous question.

She laughed lightly. There was no derision in her voice. And when Bob felt the soft brush of her lips against his neck, a chill raced over his skin.

He whispered her name a third time, "You shouldn't be here."

"And why not?" Her lips, though gentle, seared his throat with each touch.

His mind clouded, his body tensed. Strange, he couldn't formulate a single valid reason.

Her teeth sinking gently into his skin caused a sigh to escape from his lips. Unwillingly, his arms encircled her, wanting her closer, "I'm not – I can't --,"

"Bob," Dot said, "Don't start making excuses now."

"I'm not," Bob grasped on to what was left of his sanity. "It's just that – are you certain you want to --?"

"Yes Bob," Dot said, "Haven't you realized it? Don't you feel the same way about me?"

"Yes," How he had wanted her for so many cycles, "But --,"

"There shouldn't be any 'buts'," Dot said. She moved away slightly and bent her head to gently lick the droplets of water from his chest, which elicited a groan from deep within his throat. He felt his manhood react and he realized they had to stop now before it went any further.

"Dot," his voice was hoarse, "We can't. Not while I'm this way."

"What way?" She raised her head and regarded him seriously.

"What do you mean, what way?" He held her at arms length, "Look at me Dot! Is this what you want? A scarred freak? A half-viral monstrosity that could make your insides rot with just a mere touch? The man who – who – hurt you!"

"No," Dot responded, just as harsh. "I don't want that at all. I want Robert Lan. Bob. My Guardian, 452. Are you that man?"

He opened his mouth to tell her no, but couldn't form the words and it didn't matter after a time because Dot kissed him deeply. Unable to fight his burgeoning desire, Bob tightened his arms around her and pulled her against him, taking command of the kiss, deepening it and forcing her to yield to him.

They parted on a ragged breath. "Don't do this to me! Don't torture me like this unless you truly want me. Because I have wanted you for a long time Dot Matrix and if you don't leave now I will have you, understand?"

Dot's reply was to pull him roughly too her and capture his bottom lip between her teeth, while she sucked and nibbled and drove him to the brink of insanity.

The parted once more and Bob ran his calloused hands across her skin and was satisfied at the moan of pleasure she made and at the sight of her nipples budding tightly. Unable to resist, Bob knelt before her and closed his mouth around the forest green bud and was pleased when Dot cried out his name and plunged her hands into the mass of Bob's hair.

I should stop now, Bob thought. This isn't right. I shouldn't be doing this. A thousand denials ran through his mind, and each one he flung aside like so much useless trash. He found himself instead, giving Dot's other breast the same treatment, suckling with a roughness that surprised him. Her soft cries and her fingernails dragging up and down his back only served to arouse him further. This he continued for a few nanos until he felt her melt against him.

Bob stood and once again held her at arms length and smiled down at the dazed expression on her face. When she breathed his name as a soft plea, he kissed her hungrily, then claimed the soft skin at her throat with his teeth leaving a mark and enjoying the gentle sounds of helpless passion that she uttered.

He trailed kisses across her shoulders and breasts. Took a few nanos to tease her nipples with his teeth. He ignored her pleas to continue, to take her too that marvelous pinnacle. He had waited too long for this and he was going to savor each moment.

They shared a kiss again and for a time she dominated, her teeth and lips burning his flesh, sending him into a random frenzy. Then he would take control once again. He kissed every inch of her body; unable it seemed to him to get enough of her. He trailed kisses down her stomach and tickled her navel with his tongue. Then with a casualness he knew was driving her random, began to kiss the tender skin inside of her thigh. He felt her tense with anticipation but he instead tormented her by placing kisses so near to the heart of her desire and yet, depriving her, knowing he was torturing her and yet, he continued.

Finally he allowed himself to sample her treasure. The taste of her was so unbearably sweet, Bob thought he would go random then and there and he would be content. She cried out his name harshly and her fingers closed around handfuls of his gleaming silver hair, as he loved her. She repeatedly arched her back against his mouth and Bob pressed hard against her with his tongue, while wrapping his arm around her waist to hold her still as he drank deeply of her essence.

And when she finally screamed out in completion Bob kissed her tenderly all along her sex and across her thighs, while continuing to hold her with his arm until she quieted.

Bob climbed to his feet and pulled her against him. He could hear her moaning his name softly. And he tipped her face upward with one finger, "Dot?"

"Yes?" Her eyes were glazed and unfocused.

"No turning back," he muttered and lowered his mouth to hers once more. Gently he held her up with his right arm and forced her to part her legs with his left hand.

"Oh Bob," she breathed, "Yes, please. Don't torture me like this."

Bob smiled and lowered his mouth to her breast and she cried out in protest of being denied fulfillment. Doing this was no easy task for Bob. His sex was a solid painful mass and the urge to plunge himself deep into her warmth was hard to resist. Still, Bob coaxed another completion from her, before holding her up and staring into her passion-glazed eyes.

"Look at me Dot." He demanded of her.

As her eyes focused on his face, Bob positioned himself at the entrance to her sex and slowly entered her, sheathing himself to the hilt, watching with an inordinate amount of pleasure as her eyes widened in shock, then drifted closed in ecstasy.

Then Bob began to move and he was lost.

Suddenly everything else faded into an illusory world that consisted of nothing more than colors and sensations and the sounds of their passion.

Bob thrust harder into her, driving himself as deep as he could the sensations too intense for him to even consider stopping now. He had waited too long for this. His head back, his hands holding her in place, Bob once again surrendered himself, but to the raging desire that only this woman could elicit in him.

Dot was screaming his name now and soon Bob found himself totally utterly consumed by his passion and the feel of her, his own hoarse cries mingling with her own, and soon he joined her in climax and the shock and the force of it drained him of all energy.

He wanted to collapse then and there, with himself still inside of her. She leaned against him now, exhausted, as he was, the throbbing in his loins evidence of the force of his desire.

"Hold onto me Dot, wrap your legs around me," he muttered.

After a few nanos she did so, and somehow, Bob managed to maneuver them over to the waterfall where he sat with his back to the alcove and pulled her into his lap. As the chilled water washed over them both, Bob used his hands to gently bathe the perspiration from her body. Unbelievably, even with the cold water running over him, Bob felt his sex stir as Dot writhed against him.

The Guardian lowered his hands to the soft dark hair at the apex of her femininity and with deft fingers had her to completion again.

Lifting her gently in his arms, he carried her to the nearby shore and laid her under a data tree. He wished for a blanket, but it mattered little to him. He instead pulled her atop him, using his own body to pillow hers and after a time they both slept.

Bob awoke first. Somehow his inner clock told him it was early evening and he knew they would come looking for them soon. Still he hesitated to awaken Dot. She looked ten times as beautiful asleep, yet somehow vulnerable. The sight and the feel of her naked form aroused him again. Careful not to wake her, he gently eased her onto the grass beside him and began to kiss her. She awoke, for when his mouth once again claimed her nipple, she cried his name between clenched teeth and pulled at his hair.

When he attempted to pull away from her she surprised him by rolling him over and straddling him. He was incredibly hard by then and ready for her. She moved against him and Bob closed his eyes and he moaned her name. Her hands massaged his chest and the young Guardian grabbed them and drew them to his mouth and sucked each slim finger.

Dot arched her back and stretched like a languid cat and Bob had to fight not to grab and force her underneath him. Dot lifted herself from off of him and one hand closed around his shaft.

A harsh growl erupted from Bob's throat. He realized she was taking vengeance on him now. Her tongue darted out, tasting him and teasing him, but not allowing the release he craved.

"Oh Dot!" Her name on his lips was half demand, half plea, but any further remonstrations were lodged in his throat as Dot closed her warm mouth around his manhood.

His sanity fled. Bob's own hands now found the mass of her silky hair and tangled within it wildly and he cried out the name of his love as she returned the special ardor. When he could stand no more, when he knew he would go utterly random, his climax exploded forth, draining him once again, leaving him helpless.

He knew he slept for it was almost dark when he came awake again. Their clothing formats made a makeshift blanket (Bob smiled now why hadn't he thought of that? But that was Dot for you) but it was still cold and Bob was surprised they hadn't sent out the search parties by now.

"Dot?" He whispered, not wanting their time to end. Knowing it must.

"Yes?" She had been awake.

"No regrets?"

"Absolutely none."

Content, he pulled her close, "I love you Dot."

"I love you too."

"You will marry me, won't you?" He gently turned her body so she had to face him. He saw her tense.

"Why are you asking me? Because we made love?"

"I am asking you because I love you more than life itself. I want you to be my wife and have my children," he said, then added with a mischievous smile, "And the lovemaking is nice too."

She giggled.

"Oh good, I got you to giggle you don't want to skin me alive."

"Never that," Dot smiled.

He kissed her and breathed against her lips, "Dot Matrix, will you marry me?"

"Yes I will Robert Lan."

He pulled her too him again. "We had better get ready to go. They'll be coming for us soon."

"All right," she said resignedly. It was nice to know she didn't want to leave anymore than he did.

Bob knew that he may never return from Daemon's inner sanctum, but knowing Dot had said she would be his was enough of a shield for him. He would carry that knowledge like a shield and if he won he would be with her forever, and if not he would carry the memory of her and this time with her with him to the afterlife.