All done. Enjoy.
Violence, while usually quite satisfying, had done nothing to rid Rhade's mind of Trance Gemini. Now he sat on his bed unable to sleep and holding a flexi with a third-rate epic glaring at him. It had cheesy lines and flat characters, but at least in the end the guy got the girl. He was extremely grateful when Rommie's hologram popped up in front of him; his novel was becoming a train wreck.
"Trance is waiting to see you. Should I send her in?"
Rhade's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Uh, send her in," he said uncertainly. The doors opened and he groaned internally. She stood there wearing a robe and black silk pajamas. They were simple: just a button-up shirt with a collar and loose-fitting pants, but something about her casual appearance and her ruffled look was incredibly sexy. She'd obviously been tossing and turning quite a bit; her dreadlocks had been pulled back loosely from her face, but several strands had escaped and a few stray hairs framed her face. She hadn't even bothered to tie her robe, which hung open as if it had been draped over her shoulders.
"Hi…" she said, unsure of what do say. She walked tentatively over to where he sat rooted to the bed and sat down facing him. He watched as she opened her mouth to say something, then looked down as if second-guessing herself. As if in slow-motion, she leaned forward and brought her lips toward his, pausing a mere inch away as if considering a different course of action. Finally she brushed them across his mouth in a feather-light touch, then pulled back and looked into his eyes.
"I thought you didn't want to do this," he said, his eyes wide.
"Yes I did," she answered, her eyes caressing his body. "I mean, I want you to make up your mind about me, but I think I want this even more." She leaned into him and kissed him, and this time he put his arms around her waist, pressing her against him. His hands found the hem of her shirt and slowly pushed it up, touching her bare skin with his fingertips. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, and that this wasn't just about lust, but he wasn't sure if it was the truth, and he'd lost all willpower; the minute she'd sat down beside him, he'd known she'd be in his bed.
Somewhere along the line he stopped thinking and just made love to her.
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Trance had fallen asleep, but Rhade lay awake, a smile on his lips. She was curled against him, her head against his shoulder and her hair spilling out across his chest.
He still hadn't been able to sleep; his conscience had been gnawing at him ever since her eyes had finally drifted shut. He felt he'd used her.
After it was over, she'd smiled and kissed him, letting him hold her as she'd drifted off, but something in her eyes told him that she was ashamed, perhaps for giving in.
But now he could smile about it. He could smile because he hated himself for making her hate herself, and that was how he knew he loved her.
He draped an arm around her and closed his eyes. He'd tell her in the morning.
