*******Chapter Two: Day Two*******
Also Known As: Oops…
Syl woke up quite early the next morning, sweaty and feeling quite feverish. She looked over at Krit's bed and her thoughts became some of the 'R' rated variety (uh…NC-17 variety.) She leapt out of bed and knew exactly what was wrong with her.
"Syl? What's wrong?" Krit asked sleepily, rolling over.
"Um, a slight glitch in our plans," she flushed, willing herself not to walk over and jump Krit.
"Yeah? Our car wasn't stolen, was it?" he asked.
"Nothing like that," she said, moving towards the bathroom, in hope of a nice, cold shower.
Krit was more awake now and could sense – and smell- what was wrong. "Oh shit…" he groaned. "You're…"
"Sorry," Syl said, grabbing some clothes and a towel. "I'm going to have a shower – of the cold variety and then we can go."
"Syl," Krit got up and ran fingers through his hair. "Heat lasts three days – Zack expects us in Seattle in three days…how?"
"Um, leave me here and I'll catch up when I'm good again," she said, her focus on something completely different…
"But what if we need you…"
"Um, heat doesn't always last three days – I just need…and I'll be fine," Syl said. Both were horribly embarrassed.
Just as she opened the bathroom door, Krit grabbed her and began kissing her – not lovingly or caringly, roughly, just because he had to – needed to.
Syl didn't protest – she couldn't…Clothes were torn off and soon Syl lost focus around everyone and everything…
*~*~*~*~*~*
Syl blinked in the afternoon light, hitting her directly in the face. She rolled over and came face to face with - a now fully dressed – Krit.
"Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty," he grinned, brushing her hair from her face.
"You know that movie last night?" Syl blurted out. "The writers should be shot. Worst movie ever written."
"Glad you feel that way," Krit rolled his eyes. "It's still early afternoon. If we leave soon, we can make up a bit of time," he said. "Here. There are some clean clothes in the bathroom for you, everything is packed up – I'm going to find us some lunch. Aiight?"
Syl nodded and Krit handed her the kimono she kept in her bag. He really was a great guy, Syl smiled.
She limped to the bathroom – her legs were aching – and had a shower. Her knee was a bit swollen, and she had a collection of crisscross bruises and cuts down her back, along with teeth marks on her neck.
Not that she was completely out of heat, it was just controlled now, Syl thought sourly, washing her hair and changing into the clean clothes Krit had found for her. She guessed that the pheromones on the other clothes had been too much for him and the fact that he had physically ripped her top off and the zip on her jeans was permanently damaged, had made him find her new clothes.
Brushing her hair, she tugged on her sneakers and went outside to the car.
"Ready?" he asked, handing her a sandwich and a drink.
"Uh huh," she nodded and they got into the car.
"Spoke to Zack," Krit said. "He's about 20 hours from Seattle. We're about 26 hours out. So, we'll drive tonight…it's 3:00 now…we'll drive until 11 and stop in the closest town, okay?"
She nodded and nibbled at her sandwich, still hot and uncomfortable.
"Are you okay, Syl?" Krit looked at her, concerned.
"Better, but not back to normal," she said honestly.
Krit nodded and focussed on driving. They stopped for McDonald's twice and Syl threw up twice (She hated greasy fast food).
"Syl, we'll stop early," he said, pulling into a motel, similar to the previous one. "You need a break."
Syl nodded, feeling revolting and sticky with sweat. Added to extreme grossness of McDonalds food was her heat – it was back with a vengeance and the car wasn't air-conditioned. She grabbed their bags and Krit pointed towards their room.
Syl opened the door and walked directly into the bathroom to throw up the McDonalds again.
"Jeez, I'm never buying you food from there again," Krit joked, holding her hair back, as she coughed and spluttered.
"Good," she choked. "I hate vomiting."
Krit nodded. Syl flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth out.
"Go and lie down or take a bath – I'm going to get some dinner – I saw a pasta bar close by. I'll bring you back some ginger ale," Krit instructed.
Syl nodded, her eyes glassy, stripped and had a cold shower, sick of being so hot. It had to end soon, it had to. Pulling on a t-shirt of Krit's, she went and crawled into bed.
Krit returned half an hour later to Syl watching reruns of pre pulse sitcoms.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Heaps," she smiled and took the container he offered at her. "Thanks."
"Just lay off the junk food for awhile," Krit advised, sitting cross-legged next to her.
"Mmhmmm," Syl nodded, eating like she was half starved.
"Easy, or you'll puke again," Krit said.
Syl glared at him – all of the X5 females hated any other their weaknesses –temporary or otherwise – pointed out to them. Krit had learnt that a long time ago and never forgot that particular lesson.
They stayed up till almost midnight and then they crawled into bed. Syl couldn't sleep – wired and antsy from her heat, she tossed and turned, praying she wouldn't wake Krit.
"You know, it's affecting me too," Krit said softly. "I can sense it…smell it."
"Sorry," Syl murmured, embarrassed, sitting up.
"Come here," he said in an even quieter voice, praying she wouldn't hear and hoping she would.
"Really?" Her eyes widen in the darkness. "But…"
Krit's feet bit the floor and he made it across the room in half a second. Syl was pushed onto her back and then…she wasn't quite so uncomfortable anymore.
Also Known As: Oops…
Syl woke up quite early the next morning, sweaty and feeling quite feverish. She looked over at Krit's bed and her thoughts became some of the 'R' rated variety (uh…NC-17 variety.) She leapt out of bed and knew exactly what was wrong with her.
"Syl? What's wrong?" Krit asked sleepily, rolling over.
"Um, a slight glitch in our plans," she flushed, willing herself not to walk over and jump Krit.
"Yeah? Our car wasn't stolen, was it?" he asked.
"Nothing like that," she said, moving towards the bathroom, in hope of a nice, cold shower.
Krit was more awake now and could sense – and smell- what was wrong. "Oh shit…" he groaned. "You're…"
"Sorry," Syl said, grabbing some clothes and a towel. "I'm going to have a shower – of the cold variety and then we can go."
"Syl," Krit got up and ran fingers through his hair. "Heat lasts three days – Zack expects us in Seattle in three days…how?"
"Um, leave me here and I'll catch up when I'm good again," she said, her focus on something completely different…
"But what if we need you…"
"Um, heat doesn't always last three days – I just need…and I'll be fine," Syl said. Both were horribly embarrassed.
Just as she opened the bathroom door, Krit grabbed her and began kissing her – not lovingly or caringly, roughly, just because he had to – needed to.
Syl didn't protest – she couldn't…Clothes were torn off and soon Syl lost focus around everyone and everything…
*~*~*~*~*~*
Syl blinked in the afternoon light, hitting her directly in the face. She rolled over and came face to face with - a now fully dressed – Krit.
"Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty," he grinned, brushing her hair from her face.
"You know that movie last night?" Syl blurted out. "The writers should be shot. Worst movie ever written."
"Glad you feel that way," Krit rolled his eyes. "It's still early afternoon. If we leave soon, we can make up a bit of time," he said. "Here. There are some clean clothes in the bathroom for you, everything is packed up – I'm going to find us some lunch. Aiight?"
Syl nodded and Krit handed her the kimono she kept in her bag. He really was a great guy, Syl smiled.
She limped to the bathroom – her legs were aching – and had a shower. Her knee was a bit swollen, and she had a collection of crisscross bruises and cuts down her back, along with teeth marks on her neck.
Not that she was completely out of heat, it was just controlled now, Syl thought sourly, washing her hair and changing into the clean clothes Krit had found for her. She guessed that the pheromones on the other clothes had been too much for him and the fact that he had physically ripped her top off and the zip on her jeans was permanently damaged, had made him find her new clothes.
Brushing her hair, she tugged on her sneakers and went outside to the car.
"Ready?" he asked, handing her a sandwich and a drink.
"Uh huh," she nodded and they got into the car.
"Spoke to Zack," Krit said. "He's about 20 hours from Seattle. We're about 26 hours out. So, we'll drive tonight…it's 3:00 now…we'll drive until 11 and stop in the closest town, okay?"
She nodded and nibbled at her sandwich, still hot and uncomfortable.
"Are you okay, Syl?" Krit looked at her, concerned.
"Better, but not back to normal," she said honestly.
Krit nodded and focussed on driving. They stopped for McDonald's twice and Syl threw up twice (She hated greasy fast food).
"Syl, we'll stop early," he said, pulling into a motel, similar to the previous one. "You need a break."
Syl nodded, feeling revolting and sticky with sweat. Added to extreme grossness of McDonalds food was her heat – it was back with a vengeance and the car wasn't air-conditioned. She grabbed their bags and Krit pointed towards their room.
Syl opened the door and walked directly into the bathroom to throw up the McDonalds again.
"Jeez, I'm never buying you food from there again," Krit joked, holding her hair back, as she coughed and spluttered.
"Good," she choked. "I hate vomiting."
Krit nodded. Syl flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth out.
"Go and lie down or take a bath – I'm going to get some dinner – I saw a pasta bar close by. I'll bring you back some ginger ale," Krit instructed.
Syl nodded, her eyes glassy, stripped and had a cold shower, sick of being so hot. It had to end soon, it had to. Pulling on a t-shirt of Krit's, she went and crawled into bed.
Krit returned half an hour later to Syl watching reruns of pre pulse sitcoms.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Heaps," she smiled and took the container he offered at her. "Thanks."
"Just lay off the junk food for awhile," Krit advised, sitting cross-legged next to her.
"Mmhmmm," Syl nodded, eating like she was half starved.
"Easy, or you'll puke again," Krit said.
Syl glared at him – all of the X5 females hated any other their weaknesses –temporary or otherwise – pointed out to them. Krit had learnt that a long time ago and never forgot that particular lesson.
They stayed up till almost midnight and then they crawled into bed. Syl couldn't sleep – wired and antsy from her heat, she tossed and turned, praying she wouldn't wake Krit.
"You know, it's affecting me too," Krit said softly. "I can sense it…smell it."
"Sorry," Syl murmured, embarrassed, sitting up.
"Come here," he said in an even quieter voice, praying she wouldn't hear and hoping she would.
"Really?" Her eyes widen in the darkness. "But…"
Krit's feet bit the floor and he made it across the room in half a second. Syl was pushed onto her back and then…she wasn't quite so uncomfortable anymore.