Zoe sat in the locker room, packing her bag. Her sore muscles made
her move slower than she normally. She's done her best out there and still
has only come in fifth place. She knew she should've practiced more instead
of watching the movie and going on a walk with Psymon, but he had seemed
like he needed someone to talk to. She zipped up her bag and got up,
picking it up with her, then shouldered the strap.
"Zoe, we're going out to eat," Seeiah called. "You want to come along?"
"Sure, sounds great. Who's all coming?" Zoe asked.
"Elise, Brodi, Kaori, and Mac," Seeiah answered. "Maybe Eddie, too."
"Yeah, I could use some time out with everyone. Isn't Marisol going? I thought she went everywhere with you." Zoe replied. Seeiah shrugged.
"She said she was tired and went to lay down," she said. Zoe nodded.
"I'm gonna go put my bag on the bus and change clothes, I'll meet you outside the bus in a few minutes," Zoe said walking out the door. Seeiah nodded and followed her out, but headed towards her own bus. Zoe walked on the bus she shared with Kaori and Marisol and headed back to her room. She dropped her bag down on her bed and undressed, then picked out an outfit from her closet and put it on. Walking back through the bus, she stopped at Marisol's room and knocked on the door, looking in. "Marisol, are you alright?"
"Yes, I am just a bit tired. I wanted to rest then get some practice in before tomorrow's race," the latin woman answered from her bed.
"Okay," Zoe replied. "You want us to bring you something back?"
"Yeah, that'd be nice," Marisol said. "Go have a good time."
"Alright," Zoe said, closing the door. She pulled on her jacket and went outside to meet the others. The waved as she walked up and the whole group walked toward the van they usually used to go in to town. Zoe stopped outside Psymon's winnebago and knocked on the door. After a moment, Psymon answered the door, looking tired.
"Yeah?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe. Zoe just smiled at him.
"We're going out to dinner. I thought you might want to come along," she said. Psymon just shook his head.
"I'm tired, Zoe. I sucked in today's showoff competition. I just want some sleep," he answered. "If you want, come by when you get back and we'll watch a movie or something."
"Want me to bring you something back?" Zoe asked. Again, Psymon shook his head, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. Zoe just chuckled. "Alright. I'll come by later."
Zoe walked back to the others and got in the van. She watched the trees go by, ignoring the conversation going on between the others. Yawning, she leaned her forehead against the window and dozed off.
Psymon flopped back on his bed and turned on his little tv, flipping channels until he got some old comedy on. He shifted around until he was propped up on his pillows, then lit a cigarette. He sighed softly, exhaling the smoke and looked over at the teddy bear on the bed. After poking it a few times, he picked it up and looked at it. Poor thing was coming apart at the seams now. Psymon barely remembered when his mother had given it to him. He'd been just shy of unconscious and his mother had placed this little stuffed toy by him and and held his bandaged hand. Hard to believe a year later she and his father had shut him out of their lives. Still, even though they didn't want him now, there had been a bit of love for him at one time. He set the bear down and looked back at the tv, not really caring what was on. A knock on the door brought his attention fully back to the present. He got up and made his way to the front of his winnebago, then open the door, frowning when he saw Marisol standing there.
"Now what?" he asked, blowing smoke in her direction. Marisol waved the smoke away.
"I thought you might like to talk a bit," the latin woman answered.
"Why would I want to talk to you? Besides, I'm tired," Psymon replied, starting to shut the door. Marisol stepped up and stopped him. Psymon frowned. "I said I was tired."
"Well, maybe we could do something other than talk," Marisol said, a mischievious twinkle in her eye. Psymon just looked at her and smiled. Well, why not? He sure wasn't getting any action from anyone else. He opened the door and let her in, then shut it behind her. Marisol looked around the winnebago, then looked at him.
"So, what do you propose?" Psymon asked, folding his arms over his chest and looking Marisol over. She was wearing her Material Girl outfit, the tattoo of an M showing just above the low waistline of her pants. Marisol walked up and put her arms around him, pulling him into a kiss. Psymon, pulled her closer, kissing back. He was surprised that she was the first to start using her tongue, but enjoyed it all the same. When he let his hands roam down to Marisol's rear, she pulled back, laughing.
"Well, you're certainly frisky," she commented. Psymon just grinned.
"I've got a lot of pent up energy," he answered, moving around to get behind her, then putting his arms around her. "Seems I'm not the only one."
"I can only think of one thing to release all that energy," Marisol giggled. She turned and pushed Psymon back towards his bedroom. He stumbled back then took her hands and pulled her in that direction. He sat down on the bed and looked up at her as she pulled off the small tiger-striped top. She sat down, stradling his lap and kissed him again. Psymon kissed back, moving his hands to her back and fumbling around with the clasps to her bra. Marisol chuckled and moved back, reaching behind her. "You men could never figure out how these worked, could you?"
"Well, it's not something we wear, so, no," Psymon answered, then moved his hands over her exposed breasts. "You have a nice body, Marisol. Much nicer than Elise's."
"I should hope so," she replied. "I'm more limber, too."
"I'll have have to take you up on that," he said, grinning, then fell onto his back, pulling her down on top of him. He kissed her again, becoming aroused by their actions. Marisol sat up and looked at him, then pulled his shirt off of him.
"You have a nice body, too, Psymon. Your tattoos really define it well," she said, tracing her fingertips along the chains. Psymon sighed softly, closing his eyes. He felt Marisol shift her weight, then move her hands down to his pants, unbuckling his belt. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
"What're you doing?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Making you more comfortable, since you seem to have arisen to the situation," Marisol answered, unzipping his pants. Psymon quickly caught her hands. She looked at him, confusion setting on her face.
"Not...not right now, Marisol," he said, pulling her back down and kissing her. She kissed back, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He moved his hands down to her rear again, steadying her as he shifted his weight under her. She moved her hips against his, as her kisses became more passionate. Psymon moved his head, breaking the kiss. "D-don't."
"What is with you?" Marisol asked, sitting up. Psymon sighed.
"I don't know. I want to, but I don't want to," he said. He looked up at her. "I think I'm in love with Zoe. I can't do this."
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Marisol scoffed. "With your track record? Most men have a girl in every port, you've got, like, twenty. You're telling me that all of a sudden a beautiful woman throws herself at you and you can't get it up?"
"It's not that," Psymon explained. "I don't feel right. Now get off me and get out."
"No way. You started this, now finish it," the latin woman replied, leaning down and kissing him again. Psymon kissed back, trying to give in to what he needed, but he could see Zoe's face in his mind. He bucked under her, making her stop again. Marisol frowned. "You're going to let her keep you from having a good time?"
"I told you, I don't want to. Get out," Psymon snapped, sitting up. Marisol glared at him, but refused to move. The crazy boarder just growled and stood up, knocking her to the floor. He picked her up, grabbed her shirt and walked to the door, then tossed her out into the snow. He threw her shirt at her and looked up to see Zoe standing there.
"Zoe, we're going out to eat," Seeiah called. "You want to come along?"
"Sure, sounds great. Who's all coming?" Zoe asked.
"Elise, Brodi, Kaori, and Mac," Seeiah answered. "Maybe Eddie, too."
"Yeah, I could use some time out with everyone. Isn't Marisol going? I thought she went everywhere with you." Zoe replied. Seeiah shrugged.
"She said she was tired and went to lay down," she said. Zoe nodded.
"I'm gonna go put my bag on the bus and change clothes, I'll meet you outside the bus in a few minutes," Zoe said walking out the door. Seeiah nodded and followed her out, but headed towards her own bus. Zoe walked on the bus she shared with Kaori and Marisol and headed back to her room. She dropped her bag down on her bed and undressed, then picked out an outfit from her closet and put it on. Walking back through the bus, she stopped at Marisol's room and knocked on the door, looking in. "Marisol, are you alright?"
"Yes, I am just a bit tired. I wanted to rest then get some practice in before tomorrow's race," the latin woman answered from her bed.
"Okay," Zoe replied. "You want us to bring you something back?"
"Yeah, that'd be nice," Marisol said. "Go have a good time."
"Alright," Zoe said, closing the door. She pulled on her jacket and went outside to meet the others. The waved as she walked up and the whole group walked toward the van they usually used to go in to town. Zoe stopped outside Psymon's winnebago and knocked on the door. After a moment, Psymon answered the door, looking tired.
"Yeah?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe. Zoe just smiled at him.
"We're going out to dinner. I thought you might want to come along," she said. Psymon just shook his head.
"I'm tired, Zoe. I sucked in today's showoff competition. I just want some sleep," he answered. "If you want, come by when you get back and we'll watch a movie or something."
"Want me to bring you something back?" Zoe asked. Again, Psymon shook his head, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. Zoe just chuckled. "Alright. I'll come by later."
Zoe walked back to the others and got in the van. She watched the trees go by, ignoring the conversation going on between the others. Yawning, she leaned her forehead against the window and dozed off.
Psymon flopped back on his bed and turned on his little tv, flipping channels until he got some old comedy on. He shifted around until he was propped up on his pillows, then lit a cigarette. He sighed softly, exhaling the smoke and looked over at the teddy bear on the bed. After poking it a few times, he picked it up and looked at it. Poor thing was coming apart at the seams now. Psymon barely remembered when his mother had given it to him. He'd been just shy of unconscious and his mother had placed this little stuffed toy by him and and held his bandaged hand. Hard to believe a year later she and his father had shut him out of their lives. Still, even though they didn't want him now, there had been a bit of love for him at one time. He set the bear down and looked back at the tv, not really caring what was on. A knock on the door brought his attention fully back to the present. He got up and made his way to the front of his winnebago, then open the door, frowning when he saw Marisol standing there.
"Now what?" he asked, blowing smoke in her direction. Marisol waved the smoke away.
"I thought you might like to talk a bit," the latin woman answered.
"Why would I want to talk to you? Besides, I'm tired," Psymon replied, starting to shut the door. Marisol stepped up and stopped him. Psymon frowned. "I said I was tired."
"Well, maybe we could do something other than talk," Marisol said, a mischievious twinkle in her eye. Psymon just looked at her and smiled. Well, why not? He sure wasn't getting any action from anyone else. He opened the door and let her in, then shut it behind her. Marisol looked around the winnebago, then looked at him.
"So, what do you propose?" Psymon asked, folding his arms over his chest and looking Marisol over. She was wearing her Material Girl outfit, the tattoo of an M showing just above the low waistline of her pants. Marisol walked up and put her arms around him, pulling him into a kiss. Psymon, pulled her closer, kissing back. He was surprised that she was the first to start using her tongue, but enjoyed it all the same. When he let his hands roam down to Marisol's rear, she pulled back, laughing.
"Well, you're certainly frisky," she commented. Psymon just grinned.
"I've got a lot of pent up energy," he answered, moving around to get behind her, then putting his arms around her. "Seems I'm not the only one."
"I can only think of one thing to release all that energy," Marisol giggled. She turned and pushed Psymon back towards his bedroom. He stumbled back then took her hands and pulled her in that direction. He sat down on the bed and looked up at her as she pulled off the small tiger-striped top. She sat down, stradling his lap and kissed him again. Psymon kissed back, moving his hands to her back and fumbling around with the clasps to her bra. Marisol chuckled and moved back, reaching behind her. "You men could never figure out how these worked, could you?"
"Well, it's not something we wear, so, no," Psymon answered, then moved his hands over her exposed breasts. "You have a nice body, Marisol. Much nicer than Elise's."
"I should hope so," she replied. "I'm more limber, too."
"I'll have have to take you up on that," he said, grinning, then fell onto his back, pulling her down on top of him. He kissed her again, becoming aroused by their actions. Marisol sat up and looked at him, then pulled his shirt off of him.
"You have a nice body, too, Psymon. Your tattoos really define it well," she said, tracing her fingertips along the chains. Psymon sighed softly, closing his eyes. He felt Marisol shift her weight, then move her hands down to his pants, unbuckling his belt. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
"What're you doing?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Making you more comfortable, since you seem to have arisen to the situation," Marisol answered, unzipping his pants. Psymon quickly caught her hands. She looked at him, confusion setting on her face.
"Not...not right now, Marisol," he said, pulling her back down and kissing her. She kissed back, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He moved his hands down to her rear again, steadying her as he shifted his weight under her. She moved her hips against his, as her kisses became more passionate. Psymon moved his head, breaking the kiss. "D-don't."
"What is with you?" Marisol asked, sitting up. Psymon sighed.
"I don't know. I want to, but I don't want to," he said. He looked up at her. "I think I'm in love with Zoe. I can't do this."
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Marisol scoffed. "With your track record? Most men have a girl in every port, you've got, like, twenty. You're telling me that all of a sudden a beautiful woman throws herself at you and you can't get it up?"
"It's not that," Psymon explained. "I don't feel right. Now get off me and get out."
"No way. You started this, now finish it," the latin woman replied, leaning down and kissing him again. Psymon kissed back, trying to give in to what he needed, but he could see Zoe's face in his mind. He bucked under her, making her stop again. Marisol frowned. "You're going to let her keep you from having a good time?"
"I told you, I don't want to. Get out," Psymon snapped, sitting up. Marisol glared at him, but refused to move. The crazy boarder just growled and stood up, knocking her to the floor. He picked her up, grabbed her shirt and walked to the door, then tossed her out into the snow. He threw her shirt at her and looked up to see Zoe standing there.