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Chapter XII: Wild Emotions.
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We had finally arrived at Sol's loft and I stress the word 'finally.' Sophia's always nagging me. For some unknown reason, she sees me as a threat.
ME! A threat? For what? Sol? What do I have that could even interest him? And why am I all worked up at this? It's not like I'm jealous or anything. Sure she has a body fit for a goddess.
And I'm sure Sol had noticed it.
Actually, in human form, Sophia was the most beautiful woman in the world. I actually admire her. Strange, isn't it? Someone that irritates me is someone who I admire.
Sophia had the knowledge of ancients that, if she was not teasing me, was very informative and amusing. She had views that most people consider vagrant. In any other time, I might even consider befriending her.
But what about now?
Sol led us to his living quarters and strangely unfolded his couch, extending the folding bed that was hidden beneath it.
"I'll leave you two for a while," Sol said softly. "Please make yourself at home." Sol went to a secluded corner of the room. And trust me, it was a large room.
Ever since I first came here I really wanted to browse around and look at the artifacts he had collected. The walls were filled with framed artifacts that dated from the ancient times. Some were not common and hard to find.
Moses' staff was one of them. It looked like a regular walking stick that had been made from a dead tree. Probably he just found it somewhere and placed it here to impress his guests.
"I gave that to him," Sophia suddenly whispered into my ear huskily making my hairs stand on ends. She had her hands on my hips as she slowly rubbed it and trailed to my stomach. I could feel her smelling my hair and breathing softly into it.
My heart raced and my mind is in chaos. Was she seducing me? I thought that she wanted Sol for herself. I needed to be rational and it was clear that she wasn't.
"Gave what?" I asked but she was still hugging me from behind.
"Moses' staff," she said through my hair. "My ancestors found it somewhere in Palestine." She nibbled on my ear. I was too shocked to move lest stop her. "His staff was basically a large wand with extreme powers."
"What's in it?" I asked. She was still making uneasy with her... should I say 'attentions'? "What are you doing?" I asked.
"The touch of God," she said almost smiling. That really made me uneasy. "I meant the staff, silly. As for I was doing, isn't it obvious?"
"Somehow my nervousness dulled my powers of observations," I said. This is nuts. A Sphinx is seducing me and the worse part is... I'm beginning to like it. Now if it were Sol...
"STOP!" I shouted to control myself. I was already thinking of how Sol would feel like and I don't even fancy him.
Do I?
Suddenly, with great reluctance, Sophia walked away from me. I could see the pain in her face that reflected the pain in her heart. My heart fell for her when I saw her face. It was not disappointment that etched her divine features, but sorrow... and loneliness.
Guilt had struck my soul as she looked away from me. I knew I had to do something.
"Wait," I called as I held her hand. She smiled sadly but sweetly.
"I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "I don't know what came over me." With her like that, it was hard to hate her.
I squeezed her hand and smiled. "I'm sorry that I shouted. I was shouting at myself." Suddenly, Sophia smiled and hugged me. I don't know how long we were like that until we realized, and remembered, that we were not alone.
"Did I come in a wrong time?" Sol asked rather concerned. All the blood rushed into my face as I tried to get away from Sophia's grasp. But she still held my hand.
"Did you find them?" Sophia asked and Sol smiled at her sweetly.
"Please rest," he said as he took her hand and guided her to the sofa bed. "We will sift through the material when you wake." Sol's voice was soothing as he laid her on the soft cushion. Suddenly, she hugged him and kissed him fully in the lips.
My jaw suddenly felt numb as it fell. First she was coming on to me then she was sucking the life out of Sol.
As sudden as it had started, it ended.
Sol was gently laying Sophia on the sofa and immediately walked towards me.
"Undress her please," he pleaded as he walked farther away. I was dumbstruck with his request. But I did as I was told.
It was weird undressing another woman but I did it anyway. Why should she be undressed? The answer came seconds after I removed the last of her clothing. Sophia suddenly reverted to her original form and lay there like a large cat, purring whilst she slept.
She looked peaceful when she sleeps. It was like she didn't have any worries in the world.
I gave her a peck on the cheek and followed Sol who I had spied waiting for me at the lift. Giving me a nod, he closed the gates and opened a panel by the controls. You would think that it was strange considering that the lift was probably older than me, hell, probably older than my father and there was this fancy looking keypad. He pressed a few numbers and the lift began to move.
But my mind was still to the Sphinx that slept in his couch.
"Is there something wrong with Sophia?" I ask softly, not really expecting a reply. It was a tender subject that I'm sure Sol would not want to dwell upon. But he surprised me.
"Sophia has a tendency to let her emotions out in the open when she relaxes," Sol said as he leaned on the lift's wall. "She's a little paranoid about humans and what they might do if they found her. The first time she was like that is the time when we met. She is as fragile as a delicate ornament."
"And the only time she relaxes is with you," I said as I felt the lift stop.
"And you," he smiled as he opened the gates. "She likes you."
"I could tell," I said as I could still remember her gentle touch on my skin. Sol suddenly gave me a clipboard and exited the room. "What is this?"
"That's the inventory," Sol said as he turned on the lights. And when the whole room was illuminated, it was a marvelous sight. It was like a small museum with artifacts showing their splendors.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"We're here to find the Book of the dead," Sol said with a regretful sigh.
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End of 12
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A/n: Sorry for the delay. I kept getting writer's block. Please review.
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Chapter XII: Wild Emotions.
.
We had finally arrived at Sol's loft and I stress the word 'finally.' Sophia's always nagging me. For some unknown reason, she sees me as a threat.
ME! A threat? For what? Sol? What do I have that could even interest him? And why am I all worked up at this? It's not like I'm jealous or anything. Sure she has a body fit for a goddess.
And I'm sure Sol had noticed it.
Actually, in human form, Sophia was the most beautiful woman in the world. I actually admire her. Strange, isn't it? Someone that irritates me is someone who I admire.
Sophia had the knowledge of ancients that, if she was not teasing me, was very informative and amusing. She had views that most people consider vagrant. In any other time, I might even consider befriending her.
But what about now?
Sol led us to his living quarters and strangely unfolded his couch, extending the folding bed that was hidden beneath it.
"I'll leave you two for a while," Sol said softly. "Please make yourself at home." Sol went to a secluded corner of the room. And trust me, it was a large room.
Ever since I first came here I really wanted to browse around and look at the artifacts he had collected. The walls were filled with framed artifacts that dated from the ancient times. Some were not common and hard to find.
Moses' staff was one of them. It looked like a regular walking stick that had been made from a dead tree. Probably he just found it somewhere and placed it here to impress his guests.
"I gave that to him," Sophia suddenly whispered into my ear huskily making my hairs stand on ends. She had her hands on my hips as she slowly rubbed it and trailed to my stomach. I could feel her smelling my hair and breathing softly into it.
My heart raced and my mind is in chaos. Was she seducing me? I thought that she wanted Sol for herself. I needed to be rational and it was clear that she wasn't.
"Gave what?" I asked but she was still hugging me from behind.
"Moses' staff," she said through my hair. "My ancestors found it somewhere in Palestine." She nibbled on my ear. I was too shocked to move lest stop her. "His staff was basically a large wand with extreme powers."
"What's in it?" I asked. She was still making uneasy with her... should I say 'attentions'? "What are you doing?" I asked.
"The touch of God," she said almost smiling. That really made me uneasy. "I meant the staff, silly. As for I was doing, isn't it obvious?"
"Somehow my nervousness dulled my powers of observations," I said. This is nuts. A Sphinx is seducing me and the worse part is... I'm beginning to like it. Now if it were Sol...
"STOP!" I shouted to control myself. I was already thinking of how Sol would feel like and I don't even fancy him.
Do I?
Suddenly, with great reluctance, Sophia walked away from me. I could see the pain in her face that reflected the pain in her heart. My heart fell for her when I saw her face. It was not disappointment that etched her divine features, but sorrow... and loneliness.
Guilt had struck my soul as she looked away from me. I knew I had to do something.
"Wait," I called as I held her hand. She smiled sadly but sweetly.
"I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "I don't know what came over me." With her like that, it was hard to hate her.
I squeezed her hand and smiled. "I'm sorry that I shouted. I was shouting at myself." Suddenly, Sophia smiled and hugged me. I don't know how long we were like that until we realized, and remembered, that we were not alone.
"Did I come in a wrong time?" Sol asked rather concerned. All the blood rushed into my face as I tried to get away from Sophia's grasp. But she still held my hand.
"Did you find them?" Sophia asked and Sol smiled at her sweetly.
"Please rest," he said as he took her hand and guided her to the sofa bed. "We will sift through the material when you wake." Sol's voice was soothing as he laid her on the soft cushion. Suddenly, she hugged him and kissed him fully in the lips.
My jaw suddenly felt numb as it fell. First she was coming on to me then she was sucking the life out of Sol.
As sudden as it had started, it ended.
Sol was gently laying Sophia on the sofa and immediately walked towards me.
"Undress her please," he pleaded as he walked farther away. I was dumbstruck with his request. But I did as I was told.
It was weird undressing another woman but I did it anyway. Why should she be undressed? The answer came seconds after I removed the last of her clothing. Sophia suddenly reverted to her original form and lay there like a large cat, purring whilst she slept.
She looked peaceful when she sleeps. It was like she didn't have any worries in the world.
I gave her a peck on the cheek and followed Sol who I had spied waiting for me at the lift. Giving me a nod, he closed the gates and opened a panel by the controls. You would think that it was strange considering that the lift was probably older than me, hell, probably older than my father and there was this fancy looking keypad. He pressed a few numbers and the lift began to move.
But my mind was still to the Sphinx that slept in his couch.
"Is there something wrong with Sophia?" I ask softly, not really expecting a reply. It was a tender subject that I'm sure Sol would not want to dwell upon. But he surprised me.
"Sophia has a tendency to let her emotions out in the open when she relaxes," Sol said as he leaned on the lift's wall. "She's a little paranoid about humans and what they might do if they found her. The first time she was like that is the time when we met. She is as fragile as a delicate ornament."
"And the only time she relaxes is with you," I said as I felt the lift stop.
"And you," he smiled as he opened the gates. "She likes you."
"I could tell," I said as I could still remember her gentle touch on my skin. Sol suddenly gave me a clipboard and exited the room. "What is this?"
"That's the inventory," Sol said as he turned on the lights. And when the whole room was illuminated, it was a marvelous sight. It was like a small museum with artifacts showing their splendors.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"We're here to find the Book of the dead," Sol said with a regretful sigh.
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End of 12
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A/n: Sorry for the delay. I kept getting writer's block. Please review.