The Progeny
Chapter 5 We Dream of Love
A/N- I know I said I'd get back to this story after the Oval, but this idea hit me and thought why wait to publish it.
Olivia smiles as tears of relief stream down her face. "I love you Fitz. Rest now my beloved." Her beloved is alive. He is alive and that is all that matters.
"Did he just say Olivia", Mellie asks with a stunned look on her face. And there it is, the death knell signaling the demise of any chance of a life together with Fitz. His delirium induced admission that he is in love with someone else. In his hour of need, Mellie may have present by circumstance, but his affections clearly belonged to another. His unintentional public rebuff weighed heavily on her to the point of being unbearable. She needed to get out of there. Mellie needed to escape. Escape the questions from her family. Escape the looks of pity from friends. Escape the truth of Fitz's words. Escape the reality of her situation. If she were honest with herself, she'd have to admit she was probably more in love with the idea of Fitz more so than Fitz himself. He is not ordinary man. His family name, his position as doyen, the immediate respect he engenders from everyone he meets makes him very attractive.
"Mellie, do you wish to retire here for the night? Gerry asks. I'm sure Fitz expects to see you in the morning."
"Patriarch, we both know that's not true. This illness served to reveal the true desire of his heart and is not me. Believe my words, I am happy he is recovering so quickly and I am happy he has found his mate. I need to move on with my life. I deserve love. I deserve devastating, life altering enduring love. A life with Fitz would be pleasant and nothing more. I want more. I am not upset. I am relieved, she says as she musters a somewhat forced smile."
"Thank you for this day and your concern. Tell Fitz I'm glad he is well but I suspect it will take him time to fully recover. I will inform the others not to expect him at the next exodus meeting." Mellie gathers her cover garments and leaves without further discussion.
Olivia relieved that Fitz is alive and bearing no ill effects from his alien encounter, stands to face the three life forces. "I need to know why you endangered Fitz's life?"
"We searched you mind and discovered you had chosen a mate. It was imperative we determine whether your choice possessed the same exemplary qualities we found in you."
"I am not special. I am as any other Hadarian", she says adamantly.
"No Olivia, you are not. You are brave, compassionate, giving, intelligent, curious, thoughtful, intuitive, selfless, stubborn, honorable and modest. Fitz is of the same ilk. He is also mentally and physically strong. Any other Hadarian would have succumbed to the energy transfer shortly after exposure. He did not panic; he fought to understand what was happening to him. His composure and your love saved him. You both exemplify what is best and most noble in the Hadarian people. This is why your species will be allowed to relocate within our system."
"Your praise and confidence in me humbles me. I will do my best to live up to the trust you have placed in me." Olivia bows to the aliens.
"Olivia know this, you are no longer solely Hadarian. You are the progenitor of who your species will ultimately become. The decisions you make and the actions taken by you and Fitz from this day forward will determine the success of your species transformation and its ability to adapt to the conditions of the new home world."
Olivia suddenly becomes aware she is still unclothed. She does not feel self-conscious, she feels cold. The temperature in the lab is lower than normal due to the alien's presence and the lack of energy output from the lab equipment. Reading her thoughts the entities encourage her to use her newly acquired powers.
"Olivia you must use the powers given to you in order to develop your skills and abilities. Think about what you want to happen and expect the corresponding action to follow. It is not enough to think an action; you must be convinced it will come to pass. The connection between thought and expectation strengthens and shapes your powers."
Instantly Olivia's clothes are in her hands. She quickly dresses, then bends down to pick up her commitment bracelet. She smiles as she puts the bracelet on her wrist. Images of she and Fitz flood her mind. In her mind's eye, she envisions herself and Fitz speaking the commitment vow to one another, embracing each other lovingly at the bonding ceremony, and their bodies intertwined as they make love for the first time. The feeling associated with the vision is so intense the furniture in the lab begins to shake. Before she can settle her mind she finds herself in Fitz's sleep chamber.
There he lay; her beloved mate. She stands in the corner taking in his presence. "How did I get here, she ponders?" The feelings drawing her to him are powerful and unlike anything she has ever experienced. Resistance is futile; she needs to touch him, to feel his hands on her body. She cautiously approaches his bed and positions herself next to him. He stirs when he feels the shift in weight on the mattress. She carefully runs her fingers through his hair. She gently caresses his face. Overcome with the desire to feel his lips on hers, she bends down and lightly kisses his lips. Fitz opens his eyes. He's not startled because he thinks he is dreaming. The object of his desire is in his bed. "It's not possible that she is here with me, but this feels so real, he thinks to himself." Nevertheless, he pulls Olivia down, closer to his body to deepen their incipient kiss. Their tongues lock in a passionate duel. The taste is so compelling, their desire so wanton they lose all sense of time and reason. More, they need more. Their bodies want more; they need to possess one another. The desire for closeness, intimacy is so intense they feel as though their bodies are going to explode. Fitz's hands wander to Olivia's breasts, her nipples stiffen at his touch, and their mutual touching becomes frenzied and rough. Fitz moans in her mouth.
"Olivia, tell me you are for me. Tell me you belong to me, that we belong together. Tell me this real. Tell me you feel the same way. Fitz exhales between unbridled heated kisses. I want you Olivia. I want you so badly. Do you want me Olivia." Fritz asks almost to point of hysteria.
"Fitz I want you more than I can express in words. Feel my love for Fritz. Feel it now my beloved" and with that said Olivia uses her power to project the physical, emotional and mental manifestation of her love onto Fitz. Her mantle of love fills him and envelopes him. He's overcome with indescribable euphoria, ecstasy and love all at once. His physical reaction is instantaneous; his eyes roll back in his head, his breathing becomes labored, tears of elation stream down his face and his reproductive organ erupts from amazing sensual arousal, spilling his seed and soaking his bed coverings .
"Oh Olivia how is this possible? I... I .. feel... I knew this is the way love should feel. Is this not the natural order of things? This sense of completeness and wholeness; this is what I have waited for. This is what I knew I would have with you." The room is still except for their measured breathing. Soft beams from the twin Hadarian moons filter in through the window, piercing the darkness and providing the dim lighting that exposes the preordained lovers gaze. Olivia and Fitz can see their united souls and their futures in each other's eyes. Fitz prepares to speak the words that will bind them in love forever. But Olivia bends to capture his mouth in a tender kiss one more time then vanishes.
A stunned Fitz sits up in his bed confused. He touches the light panel next to his bed. He's sweating and his body is tingling. Surveying the room he finds no physical evidence of that she was ever there. "What an incredibly vivid dream. If reality is half as exciting as my dream our bonding will be exceedingly joyful and fulfilling." He changes his nightwear and bedding. He places the soiled items into the laundry receptacle. He abruptly pauses as the sweet scent of vidallia flowers, her scent, fills his nostrils. "This was not a dream!"