[Reader's discretion is advised. Mature readers only. Contains sexual content, not suitable for young readers.]
John's eyes met hers and he felt shock. Ocean blue eyes.. Racheal's eyes. The curve of her jaw. Her milk white skin. The fire in her hair. Everything he loved about Racheal, this woman shared. Of course, they were one and the same. He watched her flick a strand of hair out of her face as she looked at him with confusion. The strand of fiery red landed along her perfectly curved shoulder. He smiled to himself as he realized her sheer nightgown shown a perfect outline of her full breasts. He wheezed when he saw her nipples protruding through the sheer fabric thanks to the cool spring air. The thought entered his mind, would Racheal be as beautiful naked twenty years later as she was only this morning. Her hips wider from childbirth, her breasts fuller from nursing his children. She'd be just as beautiful if not more. He groaned as he felt himself stiffen at the thought.
"John?" She asked again, more out of concern. Quicker than he could blink, her pressed against the wall and claimed her mouth with a passionate kiss. "John.?" She said again when he moved his lips to her neck but she didn't push him away.
"Please?" He whispered.
She whimpered when she felt him press his hips to hers and she knew what he was asking of her." No, she thought. He isn't your husband." But another voice echoed in the back of her mind. "Technically, he is".
"Please?" He murmured again.
Her unspoken decline caught in her throat as thought of the last time her husband had been with her. Destiny's birthday wasn't it? Moments before she had found her way out into a warzone, found that she liked danger, and John's every thought had turned to worry for that child or the war.
"Yes."She whispered.
John eased her down on his bed. Quickly, he reached under her nightgown and removed her panties. She slid her cover up off as he pulled his boxers to the floor. He climbed on top of her, pushing her nightgown up as he moved upwards. Slowly, he pushed her nightgown to her belly button and slid his hands to her inner thighs, easing them apart. He met her eyes for a second and pushed himself into her. Racheal gripped the sheets and moaned loudly. John pushed her gown past her breasts and took a firm hold of them as he sank deeper. Her legs shot into the air by his hips as he began thrusting.
"Oh god, John." She moaned as he found his rhythm. He grinned and pressed harder. Racheal wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper making her shudder with pleasure. He caressed her breasts as he began to thrust harder making her sink to the mattress, gripping the sheets. Racheal howled as John gripped her breasts again and pressed himself to her again. She kissed the spot where his jaw and neck met and smiled. He smiled back, pushed her gown over her head and threw it to the floor before kissing her passionately. Racheal wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him to her and answered his kiss. John brushed his lips to her nipples as she gripped the sheets and moaned. He took a firm grip to her breasts and thrusted hard before jerking uncontrollably.
Panting, John laid down on Racheal as she tried to catch her breath. Lethargically, she stroked his damp hair. When his breathing had calmed, he left her to lie down beside her on the bed, smiling to himself. The click of his doorknob turning turned his blood to ice. He hurriedly wrapped part of the sheet around his waist. The younger Racheal snuck in to the room and quickly closed the door before looking for John. The color drained from her face as she noticed his sheet and then to her future self with no covering. John braced himself for her screaming at him, for her hitting him and storming out. He didn't expect her to be calm.
"You made love to her." She whispered. John took several breaths before looking at her.
"I was going to your room and it just happened. Racheal, I….."
The teen looked at her older self, the red circle on her right shoulder stood out like a bullseye. Her birthmark. She took a shaky breath and laughed. John's face reflected shock and confusion. The young Racheal undid the drawstring on her robe and slid it off her shoulders, revealing herself to be fully naked as well. John groaned and looked away , tightened his grip around the sheet covering his natural response to the sight of her nude.
"You were supposed to come to my room when the coast was clear, to come to me. Instead you pull her…...me into your bed." She shook her head like she was clearing a thought. "She's me…You didn't cheat..She's me….She's me" She said and sat down on the bed next to John. She pulled the sheet from John and pulled him on top of her. "Just …come here, Jojo. Like you were supposed to."
John took a deep breath and looked at the older Racheal. Sweaty, naked and most of all, satisfied. He could do this. He could make her happy. After all, he already did. Groaning, he pulled her legs apart and pushed himself into her as she moaned. He found his rhythm easily this time and smiled hugely as Racheal began to squirm under him. He cupped her breasts and thrusted with more force. "Oh, Rach." He moaned with her. Smiling, she showered him with kisses.
Racheal locked her knees at his hips as he drove her into the mattress. "Jojo, don't..stop…Don't stop." Growling softly, he climbed to her and drove her to the sheets as he thrusted himself harder to her. She shrieked in pleasure when he grabbed her behind and pressed her to him. Panting heavily in sync, John pulled back from her only to rush forward, caressing her breasts and claiming her mouth in a searing kiss as she trembled underneath him." Racheal." He whispered as he pressed himself to her. He laid his head between her breasts and groaned as the feeling of ecstasy came quickly. Drowsily, he left her and collapsed on the bed, facedown between both Racheals.
Destiny stirred and TJ grinned at her. "Good Morning."
She winced. "Dad?"
She blinked hard and found TJ staring confused at her. She looked around the room and frowned. "Where's Dad?"
"My guess is, he's home… back in 2030."
"Then what year is it here?"
"2010, Princess. Remember? You got shot yesterday.
"Yesterday?" Destiny blinked against the streaming sunlight pouring into her room.
"You've been out all night long."
Destiny nodded and winced. "I remember now."
She smiled. "You stayed the night."
He smiled back. "Of course I did, Princess." He leaned in and kissed her softly.
"What the hell is going on?!
A voice boomed from the doorway. Starled, Destiny paled when she saw her mother standing just inside her room. Still in her night clothes, arms folded looking quite angry and shocked. Mostly angry.
Gritting her teeth, "I said… "What the hell…. is going on?"
TJ shrugged. "I kissed my girlfriend. Simple. You have a problem with that?"
"Oh I have a big god damn problem with that. " Racheal balled her fists. "Just get out."
"Mom?" Destiny whispered.
Racheal's eyes flashed fire and she stormed over to Destiny. A sharp pop and Destiny held her hand to her burning cheek.
"Mom." She whimpered.
Racheal pulled Destiny to her feet and careful to not touch her wound, she wrapped her left arm around Destiny. Holding her steady with her left arm, Racheal pulled a belt from their dresser drawer and spanked her with it till she screamed. Breathing hard, Racheal let go of the belt and sat Destiny on the edge of her bed. She glared harshly at TJ. "I said leave!"
"You're not my mother..or my boss."
Racheal bit back a remark and looked at Destiny. "Did you…sleep with him?"
Destiny cried louder and looked away.
Racheal took a deep breath. "How many times?"
"Twice.." Destiny sobbed.
Racheal glared at Destiny and then TJ. "Did you two geniuses even bother to use protection?"
Destiny looked away and shook her head.
"Why? " TJ asked.
"What do you mean why? So you don't get her pregnant or catch a disease."
"She said she was on the pill." TJ looked at Destiny darkly.
Destiny sobbed louder.
" Well I can assure you she isn't..and won't be on it either." Racheal glared back at Destiny.
TJ looked at Destiny. "Were you trying to trap me!?"He yelled furiously.
"You said you were on the pill."
Destiny covered her face. "I'm sorry.. I…"
"I don't want to hear it."TJ said and stormed out of the room, holding his head and slamming the door behind him.
Racheal looked darkly at Destiny as she continued to wail."You're getting a pregnancy test as soon as I get changed." She said and pulled Destiny to her feet before leaning her over the bed.
"Mom , please?" Destiny whimpered.
"And you're grounded until further notice." She said as she picked the belt up off the floor.
John woke up with a big grin on his face. Both Racheals were still where he left them, both willing to let him have another turn. If things turned out like this for him a lot, than perhaps his life might have an upside. Of course Racheal the older had to check on Destiny, and Racheal the teen had to escape before his mother made her rounds. He showered and tried to soak up the experiences of the last 24 hours, before the yelling started. He snuck out to linger in the hallway and listen like Racheal and Sarah had done.
As TJ stormed to his room, the crowd trickled away as Destiny's cries bounced off every wall. John took Racheal's hand when Sarah disappeared from sight.
"What did she do?" Racheal asked.
"Something bad for her to deserve that." John replied and walked her downstairs to where their backpacks were waiting.
Destiny buried her face in her pillow and cried till her mother had gotten dressed and left the house. When Racheal was out of sight, she chucked her pillow at the door in frustration. She ran her hands through her hair and pulled. She went to the bathroom and took a shower, slamming the door. When she came out, Racheal stood there with her arms folded. "Do I need to smack you again?" She asked looking at the pillows on the floor.
Destiny shook her head as Racheal handed her a pregnancy test. "Mom, I'm not."
"Check anyway…..Without the attitude." Racheal added when Destiny stalked back towards the bathroom. A few moments later, She came back out and handed the stick to her mother.
Destiny sat on the bed and looked sharply at her mother. "That was degrading."
"It's degrading to find out that you've been sleeping around with a boy that is way too old for you and in no way compatible with the time and place you were born in.. TJ becomes Tyler. The devil, your guard. The man you can't stand. Remember? "
Destiny glanced at the floor.
"He was born in 1991, and you in 2014. You think it will work? If you go back home and he's here. It's not him being nineteen and you being seventeen. He'll be grown and changed by the time you're born. You can't have him."
"Like you couldn't have him you mean? Fate and all." Destiny muttered.
Racheal smirked. "That was my choice and he was my age at the time. TJ will end up nearly your father's age when you're born. Do you want that?"
Destiny huffed . "This isn't home. I'm here now and he's here now."
"You're right. This isn't your home. It's his home, his time. You ….don't belong here. You're supposed to be home."
Destiny grit her teeth. "Dad shoved me here, he doesn't want me home so I'm staying here."
"No, you are not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you are not!"
John smirked at Racheal over his textbook as the echo of shouting raced downstairs.
"They must have really gotten into it." He quipped.
Racheal smirked "Yeah, really badly."
"Maybe it's about the thing yesterday… you know." He whispered with his eyes on his mother in the next room.
Racheal frowned. "Thought you said it was TJ."
John shrugged. "Haven't seen either of them since so, I don't know. It's weird."
She chewed her lip. "Maybe they both exposed us and she's yelling because of that. I would" She smirked at John.
"Wouldn't that work against her with us..and her..and the complicated reality?"
Racheal shrugged. "No idea."
John got up and smirked before going upstairs. Racheal laughed and rolled her eyes while going back to her homework. John stuck his ear to the door and listened to the yelling. His eyes widen and he lunged towards the bathroom as the adult Racheal bounded out and slammed the bedroom door behind her before marching down the stairs. John stood just inside the bathroom and counted the footsteps on the stairs. He looked around as he mentally figured her location. Before he left, he noticed something in the empty trashcan. He gently picked up a used pregnancy test and stared at it before looking downstairs at both Racheals.
John waited till his mother disappeared into her room before returning to the table. He slipped the test on the table before Racheal and watched as she stared at it in confusion.
"Racheal, why didn't you tell me you thought you were?"
She took a breath. "John it isn't mine. I swear it isn't mine. I would have told you."
He glanced at the older Racheal. "Then who?"
She frowned. "Not mine. Too early to be hers." She nodded at her future self.
She looked up at John, startled. His look of disbelief matched hers. John shook his head slowly. "There's no way, Rach…Can't be."
"Either It's her or your mom. Pick one."
He swallowed hard and looked at the stairs.
Destiny stopped pacing her room and balled her fists. She climbed on the bed and opened her window. A quick peek at the door and she swung herself out to the branch of the nearby tree. A quick climb and she took off running into the woods. Five left turns in a row and she reached the main streets of LA. Sighing deeply, she ducked into the city library and climbed down the stairs to the basement. Books and dust and more books. Pages of past history, memories and stories birthed from creative imaginations. Their purpose is to entertain and record. Twenty years in the future, they keep people warm as firewood.
Destiny slipped into the restricted section and tapped her foot on the floor till she found the echo of metal. Slowly she pushed the covering away and slipped through the hole in the floor. She landed on her feet with a soft thud and looked around. Barely any light, a tomb of concrete around her, the smell of dust and earth. Home sweet home. The sound of wind caught her off guard and she whirled in time to be knocked to the ground.
A knee to her chest made her cry out in pain. Struggling to move, she stared at the older woman holding a knife above her face. A deep breath and she kicked the knife from her hand. Rage burned in the woman's green eyes. The dark black hair, the green eyes, hard mouth and stern expression. Reconition clicked into her brain.
"Nana?" She asked timidly.
The woman scrambled for her knife as Destiny kicked it further away. The fire in her eyes didn't quench as Destiny backed up slowly, showing her hands. Sarah kicked her legs out from under her and again pushed her knee to Destiny's side to hold her in place.
Destiny gritted her teeth as Sarah's knee pressed against her wound, bringing blood to the surface. "Who are you?! Why are you here?!"
Destiny strained against the pain. "I'm Destiny…and I live here in the future, with dad and mom and you. Don't you remember? You've…known me since I was born."
She blinked in confusion. She closed her eyes and tried to pull something more from her thoughts, something useful from shards of a broken memory. A red-haired woman bleeding badly on a table, a newborn, still wet, stirring to life in her arms and, the same look of wonder in the eyes of a dark haired toddler clinging to the arms of a teenage boy with beautiful blue eyes. She blinked again. The toddler, aged to a young girl grinning with no front teeth climbs on her lap, the girl as a teenager putting on a necklace, "Destiny"spelled in silver.
Sarah gasped and Destiny winced. "Nana, please get off."
Slowly, she backed away and pressed her hands to the Destiny's blood soaked shirt. "What happened?"
"GSW, yesterday and I think.. I think I ripped the stitches."
Sarah pursed her lips. "You did."
Thundering footsteps followed. Destiny whined.
Sarah turned her attention to the coming intruder. Heavy footsteps, stiff posture and a cold, calculating face. A vision popped before her eyes of another face with no emotion.. Glowing red eyes and a gun pointed at her head. Sarah scrambled backwards, tripping over her own feet. She grabbed Destiny and pulled her along as she ran from the hulking shadow.
"Nana, slow down." Destiny panted and looked behind her. "Nana, he's on our side."
"He's one of those things!" She shrieked.
Destiny panted and tried to keep up. "I'll admit.. he's strange but ..he's human."
"I don't trust it!" Sarah pulled harder.
"Then trust me." Destiny stopped running and, tried to catch her breath as the shadow gained on them.
Sarah stopped in her tracks and turned to face Destiny, inching her body towards the road for a life saving sprint when things went bad.
One minute
Two minutes
The hulking shadow caught up to Destiny and with one swift move, he swung her over his shoulder. The burning pain in the side screamed in agony and the darkness swallowed her whole.