Chapter 3
Provocative Propositions
Jack was certain that he had never slept this well in ever. Being naturally a creature of the night, slumber itself often evaded him. He took power naps during the daytime to keep him alert but sleep was foreign to him. Now, he was dozing away on the most beautiful and supple pair of breasts he had ever laid eyes on smiling in an almost idiotically contented way. During the afterglow of their sinful coupling, he was so drained of all his essence. Moreover, he was filled with this sense of serenity that was inexplicably unexplainable.
Jack was of a tense nature considering his mission in life was one of high importance. Yes, he knew how to have fun, he adored competitive and free play racing and he certainly was a cordial, friendly guy. But, underneath all of that, in truth, Jack had been trapped, stifled and almost suffocating. It was tough having to live up to strict moral codes and legalities. He took it all into stride loyally though and without complaint. His job was his identity. He was proud of who he was.
Yet, any man can tell you that they enjoy running wild, even if he was purest or shyest gentleman in the world. He never had such an opportunity to behave badly, the bend the rules for once and put himself first before his career. Tonight though, had changed all that. Tonight all his inhibitions had flown out the window. He had been savage, beastly, a true animal. And did he ever relish it. Tension that had been burdening his frustrated shoulders had lifted itself instantly the moment he released himself inside Hebina. Jack felt like a new man. There were no regrets here. Besides, hopefully, I can get in a few more nights. That was the whole plan after all. It would take some seduction, something that is not my forte but I can give it a shot. It'll kill two birds with one stone; I get to indulge in some distastefully good fun and I also get information she's been unwilling to share.
His eyes opened a crack, his golden pupil surveying the surroundings. With much reluctance, Jack lifted himself off of Hebina's warm, soft body. He missed the contact almost immediately and resisted the urge to pull the covers over them before wrapping his arms around her. On his knees, he looked down at the space pirate beneath him. Though, more appropriately, he was looking at the sensuous woman beneath the space pirate. All along, Jack had always thought of Hebina as the criminal, the anti-benevolent, and the pinnacle of injustice. Not once had he seen as anything more. Now, though, it would be impossible to not notice that underneath that malevolent, sinister and deceitful appearance, there was a desirable, flirtatious and luscious goddess.
She was still asleep, her blue hair draped over her face and shoulders. Her downy limbs were positioned gracefully on both sides of her body. In one hand, Jack noted, she had a slim pipe that had long since been extinguished. He could feel himself swell with pride. She smoked? Wow, I must have been amazing. Slowly and quietly, so as not to disturb this magnificent serpentine nymph, he slid off the bed and stood at the foot, gazing down at her exquisite nudeness. Her buttercup yellow skin contrasted with the darker shades of the sheets. It created this dramatic, hauntingly beautiful image of a fallen angel lying in a pool of inky sins. The way her face was in a state of complete peace, her lips loosely closed and her chest heaving slowly with each breath she took were far cries from the animated drama queen Hebina often was. Jack couldn't resist. He walked over to the left of the bed, where her head was tilted. Golden eyes were fixated on her swollen purple lips. He had kissed most of the lipstick off but they were still covered by a tint of violet. She looks so beautiful. I know I shouldn't. But I can't… He loomed over the rapacious beauty, his lips mere inches from hers when her large magenta eyes slid open.
"Morning, Jack," She greeted smoothly and, with one well-executed motion, raised her head to bridge the remaining scant distance. Slap him, shove his face away or even just whine to him that he had just woken her up. These were all he had expected of her. Yet again, she had proven his assumptions wrong. He really hadn't looked past the fact she was a pirate. Hebina could be just like any other woman, charming, lovely and coquettish. He definitely hadn't expected he'd be one of the men who saw this side of her. The thought of other men sent a heated bolt of anger through him though he had no idea why.
He focused his attention of the beauty before him doing a full body stretch. He swallowed hard seeing her breasts thrust upward, her back arch and her legs lunged forward. She released a moan of relief as her joints cracked and sat up fully, smiling at him. He realized he was gaping like a hormonal teenaged boy and immediately shut his mouth. Jack, you just slept with this woman! Stop behaving as though you're sixteen and back in high school and drooling over the hot girls who kept calling you Bush Bat!
"I must admit, Jack, you literally rocked my world last night. I haven't had such a satisfying night of shameless sex in a long time," She purred, her hand sliding up from his chest and cup his cheek. Jack's face suddenly had all the boiling temperature of a thousand suns. Words failed him. In fact, any form of communication failed him. Even after all that mind-blowing sex, Hebina could render him speechless and blushing by just smiling that come-hither smile and stroking his face. Perhaps this is what they meant by a woman's innate power. This is why intelligent men blabber like idiots when women show their interest. "You know, a performance like that has got me rethinking my…proposition."
That snapped him back to reality. A quick hand grasped her wrist, causing her to gasp out. His eyes narrowed and he had an expression that completely forbade any nonsense. Hebina felt herself shiver underneath such a pinning gaze. Jack may not look that threatening at first glance but when he wanted to, he could. That got her blood pumping. She loved men who held their own. Also, his grip was just so strong. He wasn't built like a brick wall but he was not someone that would cave under strenuous physical pressure. "What is this new proposition?"
Jack could not help being suspicious. Though she had proven to be more than just greedy and superficial, Hebina was still a space pirate. Her reputation preceded her and made up a huge part of who she was. Whoever the woman was underneath her would have to show up a lot more if she wanted him to trust her. Hebina straightened herself but did not make a move to stop him from holding her wrist. The action made her hand linger on his cheek much longer than considered appropriate. Strangely, both racers did not mind this fact.
"Instead of simply one night, I was thinking of something along the lines of...an arrangement. Oh, no arrangement is far too formal for something so devilishly good. I meant an understanding," Her lips pulled further up into a sinfully flirtatious smile and again, heat made itself present in Jack's cheeks. "To cut right to the chase, we'll meet up whenever either party is in the mood to tango between the sheets. However, terms and conditions apply." She finally shook off Jack's loosening grip, much to the chagrin of both racers, and ticked the "terms and conditions" she so aptly called off of her fingers.
"First, if one of the parties is absolutely not in the mood, be it due to emotional or physical illness, sex will not occur. Second, this is a strictly physical understanding; no emotions, no feelings and no thinking of having feelings," Jack raised his hand to swiftly interrupt. He couldn't have it that cut and dry. How was he to know anything about her if she was just asking for a bang and then left straight after?
"I'd like to appeal to you," He almost chuckled at his businesslike tone, given how the both of them were still naked. "About that second condition, surely, we can't even have conversations? Surely, we could be…friends, no?" He waited patiently, gauging her reaction. Thankfully, she didn't straight up laughed in his face. She actually seemed to be giving it a great deal of thought. Her violet stained lips were pursed tightly and she was resting her chin on her knuckles as her eyes stared off. I can't believe it. She looks beautiful regardless of what face she makes. This is ridiculous.
"Hmm, friends, you say? I don't know, Jack. You haven't exactly been very friendly. Next to stalking me, picking on me during the races and giving out these bizarre accusations, you're not exactly what I'd call a friend," Hebina wasn't going to magically forget that ever since they first met at Gurao, Jack had been nothing but a thorn in her side. If he wasn't following her around in a creepy fashion, he was just being plain annoying. What with all the probing questions and how he kept letting Vambat tail Hisstoria. Though she must admit those sonic wave-emitting guns he attached to his racer were impressive. That and how Vambat had been trained to race upside-down. She ought to see if Hisstoria could go the same. Jack looked perturbed.
"Well, I could start being a friend now! It's not like you gave me any allowance to do so," He reminded, already reflecting back on the many instances where she would either run away from him, growl in anger when he was around or simply just ignore his presence. "I can be a very good friend if you allow me to be." He leaned close and whispered that in her ear, succeeding in making her tremble. Hebina smirked. If he had tried this persuasion on me a few days ago, I'd pop his head in for making me uncomfortable. Now though, oh, things are certainly different. And I like it.
"I don't doubt you'd be a good friend. Team JET spoke highly of you. Well, then, I suppose being friends with benefits won't be such a bad thing. It'll be nice to get a man's point of view on some issues, no matter how wrong their opinions are," Jack sneered at her statement, prompting her to giggle. "Now, continuing the conditions. Third, either party can choose to break off the understanding whenever he or she wishes. And lastly, our tussles in bed are not going to interfere with our racing. I'm not going to let you win easily just because you gave me multiple orgasms nor are you going to patronize me because I gave you a hearty blowjob, understand?"
The only words that truly registered and hit home with Jack were "hearty blowjob". Oh space bats, the thought of her sucking on my cock, her purple lips dragging along it, her tongue tasting me, enjoying. I'd give anything for one right now. Have her slobber all over me, messily devouring me. Hngh… "I…understand," His vocal chords finally cooperated with him. He was erecting again and what with Hebina's uncaring nature about the fact she was still nude, it wouldn't be long till he was fully aroused and ready for another round. If it was too early, he hoped she would be in the mood for another romp about the sack. Otherwise, training later on would be an extremely awkward and uncomfortable situation.
Hebina, pleased that her latest stolen possession was completely eager in being captive, removed herself from the bed and picked up a towel from a rack. Bathrooms in Gurao were conveniently joined to the students' bedrooms and always spotlessly clean. Coach Dile tolerated no mistakes, even in the realms of personal hygiene. "Well, since we have come to a consensus, I'm stepping into the shower."
The magic words triggered Jack's baser instincts. He leapt to his feet too and before Hebina knew it, she was squealing and writhing in his arms. He had swept her up into a bridal style position and was now smirking down at her. "Permit me to assist you, Hebina," He nuzzled against her neck, purring. I haven't had such a great craving to bite a woman's neck before. It was past time I actually used my fangs for once.
Hebina had never felt this naughty before. Bad, certainly. Evil, no doubt. But, this sensation that one feels when one was committing an act so forbidden and so ludicrous was something all new to her. Sleeping around with Jack during their time in Gurao was so unlike her, so wrong and yet was quite possibly her most successful and favorite crime to date. She was always a queen of stealing but not one of seduction. It was time to do both. Her tongue lashed at Jack's ear as she hummed. "Mmm, fine. But we need to hurry, Jack. Coach Dile will kill us both and I for one, am in no mood to run extra laps."
"Trust me, Hebina, given how you look right now and all your mentioning a blowjob, I doubt it'll take quite long." The room resonated with their signature laughter until the bathroom door slammed shut.
After a not-so brief cleansing ritual-Jack may not have lasted long but he could reload quickly-both the racers, slightly aching in unmentionable areas and satisfied through and through finally joined the others outside near the running track. Everyone was already filed into four neat rows, as Coach Dile preferred. The morning sun was already peeking out over the horizon. Given the slightly larger toothy frown on the anthropomorphic crocodile coach's face and his even more narrowed red eyes, Jack and Hebina knew they were both in for it. Not that either cared. Both were trying excruciatingly hard, and failing miserably, to smother the nonsensically contented smiles on their faces. Ah, the uncontrollable after-effects of really good fucking.
"Well, isn't it nice for the two of you to finally show up?" Coach Dile's fists were on his hips, his muscular torso squared and his red, predatory eyes taking in the latecomers. He did not care for tardiness. The other racers began silently wishing both the investigator and space pirate all the sympathy and luck in the world. Repositioning his hands behind his back, the overbearing reptile marched down to the them both, glaring down his protruding snout at them both. Hebina gulped, letting her hair shield her face. Jack stood, stoic and ready to receive his reprimand.
"Care to explain why you're late, Princess?" The coach snarled, his attention fully on Hebina. She shivered in fear, feeling his hot breath against her hair. He had threatened her once that he would have her entrapped in his snapping jaws if she stepped out of turn. She wouldn't put it past him to not make the same threat again. And this time, he may actually do it. Inhaling deeply to contain her anxiety, she stammered out her reply. "I must have overslept. I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" Coach Dile threw back his scaly head and laughed long and hard, a mocking, superior laughter. The kind of laugh anyone gave when they wanted to show condescension and disappointment. Hebina would know. She had given it more than once. It wasn't nice to be on the receiving end. Damned karma. Fiona must be smirking like a triumphant little bitch right now.
"You think this is a finishing school for spoiled little girls, huh? It isn't! This is a training school for serious, passionate Scan2Go racers and if you don't think you can keep to the early morning timings, feel free to leave and not let the door hit you," Hebina trembled underneath his lecturing tone. His beady, crimson eyes were making her feel very small. Coupled with the sympathetic stares from the other races, Hebina was sure that she had never felt more humiliated in her life. How could one go from being filled with utter ecstasy to feeling lower than dirt? She was about to offer a feeble response when Jack suddenly stepped in front of her, blocking off Coach Dile's mad rant.
"I'm sorry, Coach, but I think that's enough. She's still a lady and needs to be treated as such. Moreover, I was late too. Don't make it sound as though she's the only one capable of making such a simple mistake," A collective gasp resounded from the rows of students. Even Dradd, the graduate of Gurao who had returned once again to his alma mater to relearn some tricks, had never heard of anyone brave enough to stand up to Dile. It was simply unthinkable. The coach himself was caught off guard by such a bold infraction. Jack, however, didn't budge. He met the coach's red glare with his golden eyes. He had no idea where this immense courage had spawned. Jack was not a man to confront authority even when it had misjudged. He was possibly the most pushover policeman on the force because of it. However, seeing Hebina nearly on the verge of tears and reduced to a quivering mass from the confident woman she usually was had instilled in him a silver hard backbone. As strange as it sounded, he found it actually angered him seeing Hebina hurt like that. Dile studied Jack's stance, his clenched fists and his straight back.
"Huh! Standing up for your lady friend, I see. I might actually consider it rather impressive. Not one student has ever dared stand up to me and certainly not to defend a lady. Unfortunately, it isn't impressive enough for me to excuse the both of you for your lack of punctuality. While the rest of the class do their usual laps, you two will do an extra five more, do I make myself clear, Bat Boy?" A lump was solidifying in Jack's throat but he gave a brave nod. Dile turned and proceeded to lead them all to the track. The investigator finally released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Hebina was staring at him with incredulous eyes.
She didn't have time to comment for their curmudgeon crocodile coach was blowing his whistle till he was red in the face for them to hurry to the starting line. The moment he gave the command all racers darted off. Jack took on an easy pace. Dile didn't mention that they had to conform to any sort of timing restriction. Kaz, the leader of Team Jet, along with Myron, the intellectual and Fiona, the only girl in the team were running in their own little cluster. His acute sense of hearing picked up snippets of their conversation as he overtook them.
"…Why would he defend her like that? It's not like him…" Fiona's voice rang true with disbelief. A quick look over his shoulder noted that Kaz and Myron both shrugged in unison.
"…Jack's that kind of guy, I guess. He won't let anyone, especially a girl get yelled at…" Myron was always the logical one who made deductions. Fiona's normally cheerful face pulled into a disturbed frown. "…Still, she's a space pirate. She didn't deserve to be helped what with all the cheating she does…"
Fiona Ryder was right. Hebina was a rapacious space pirate that deserved no pity and yet, Jack had felt an awkward, almost painful feeling tug at his heart when he saw the way her face quavered and degenerated into one of helplessness when she stood in Coach Dile's breathing space. This was very unlike him. Their affair had yet to truly begin and here he was, standing up for her? Surely, her influence over him wasn't that powerful that it traversed the boundaries of the bedroom. No, of course it had nothing to do with her. If any woman were getting cheesed at like that, he'd stand up for her regardless. Jack was well versed in the rules of etiquette and he was a firm believer in the liberation and rights of women; independent women were rather attractive anyway.
The incident brought Hebina to the forefront of his mind. He always believed her to be a woman that showed not even an ounce of fear. Yet, she practically radiated it when Dile stared her down. Heck, she did the same quivering when he himself stared her down when he begged her to be his partner. Hebina wasn't this immovable statue he erected in his mind to remind himself of her devious, heartless looting. She could be vulnerable. She could be lost. She could cry. She could be depressed. She was malleable. The very thought made his heart warm for some reason.
It shocked him that she had put forth the idea of having this understanding that allowed them to have wicked trysts whenever they wished. He had been set to seduce and chase after her to coax her into bed again and learn more about her, all the while getting shot down repeatedly. He had been confident at first, not at all considering her stance on it at first. Well, he was a lucky soul. She had called the shots and formulated this arrangement with him so if she was ashamed of it, she only had herself to blame. If he were to be brutally honest, the investigation was far from his mind at this point. He licked his parched lips. When was the next time they were going to meet up? One taste of the forbidden fruit and you were hooked for life.
"On your left," Hebina playfully elbowed him as she overtook him. He blinked rapidly, being so violently knocked off his train of thought. He let out a growl at how she had put quite a stretch of distance between them now that she was in the lead. Then again, the view was marvelous. Hebina's pert bottom was right in plain sight and, my, my, what a lovely incentive it was for him to quicken his stride. He pulled up right beside her and slowed down to match her even pace.
"How about a friendly challenge? First one to complete these laps gets a free donut. Loser treats winner to it," His golden eyes glimmered with the promise of triumph. A free donut sounded good and winning while against Hebina would be just so much fun. Hebina stuck her tongue out at him and he found himself wishing he could just tackle her onto the track and attack her mouth. "You're on, Bat Boy." And with that, she shot off like an arrow.
"Hey, no fair!" He shouted, trying to sound indignant when in truth, he was starting to laugh as he hurried up to catch up with her.
During breakfast, which was much needed after all that running, Hebina had the most grating and gloating smile on her face as she unwrapped her free donut. She always loved chocolate frosted pastries filled with blueberries. Jack sat across from her, seething and eyes narrowed. "If I had noticed that rock in the middle of my path, I'd have beaten you."
Hebina smirked as she bit into her donut, licking the stray chocolate off of the corners of her mouth. Jack bit his tongue. "I'm so sure, Jack. However, you didn't and thus I win," Winking at him over the top of her delicious trophy, she teasingly used the tip of her tongue to lick at the fresh, slightly tart blueberry filling. Jack's hand visibly clenched into a fist while his other hand trembled when he attempted to lift a mug of coffee to his lips. He tried to keep himself cool as he blew at the hot smoke. The sight of his lips pursed made Hebina's eyes glow with a hint of arousal. Of course, Antares, their red haired blue skinned friend with a showman's personality, plopped down right at their table.
"Hey, Jack, nice work standing up to Coach Dile there! Though why you did it for Hebina's sake is beyond me," The space pirate launched a fatal glare at him and he merely smirked. Jack laughed it off, finally digging in to his bowl of ramen. "It's nothing really. I'm just glad he didn't decide to eat me right there and then." The conversation between the three of them dissolved into random, good-natured topics. It ranged from their racers, the training program, to the good food and the new friends they've made. Jack rather liked Antares, whom was rather close to Hebina as well. Why, the former was almost like the latter's annoying little adopted brother. He too could quiz Antares about Hebina and her true intentions. Of course, he couldn't know anything about the affair. Knowing Antares, he'd spread it around Gurao in less than an hour simply to create a sensation and earn him the spotlight as the first one who knew.
A sudden brush against his calf made him jolt upright. "Hey, what's with you, Jackie boy? Soup's too hot?" Antares cocked a questioning eyebrow at him while Jack tried his absolute best to recover from his faux pas. He cleared his throat and noticed that Hebina was grinning a little too cheekily for his liking. Why, the little witch! She had brushed the side of her boot alongside the line of his calf. Playing footsie with me under the table? This is so unlike Hebina. She's so coquettish. It is not right that I like this side of her more and more.
The moment Jack settled back down and picked up his chopsticks, the sensation was back, this time with a vengeance. It held a certain amount of pressure and caressed all the way to his thigh, rubbing against the inner area that was a few dangerous inches away from his most sensitive region. He muffled his impending mewls by hurriedly slurping up his ramen noodles. Antares observed it all with amusement as he bit into an egg salad sandwich. "Gee, Jack, what's the hurry? Remember, pace yourself. Fifteen minutes or Dile shoves more food down your gullet."
The alien's voice sounded exceedingly far away for all blood had rushed to Jack's eardrums, blocking any ounce of sound. The toe of Hebina's boot was drawing teasing little circles along both inner thighs. All the while, she was nibbling at her donut, keeping a far too innocent smile on her face. As though she did not believe that the reason why he had grown flustered was because of her. She kept it on for a full torturous five minutes. Jack's hand would tremble just slightly as he sipped loudly from his coffee. Antares just kept staring at him with that confused and suspicious look on his face and Jack could only just shrug and smile sheepishly.
At last, Hebina relinquished her naughty booted foot and stood gracefully, the last of her donut in her mouth. As she pulverized it between her lovely white teeth, she apologized to both men that she had to leave earlier to meet up with her teammates. Something about Daijako suffering a serious perm problem and Kohebiko being unable to tame the emerald curls. The moment she retreated out of the dining hall, Jack's communicator buzzed. He flipped it open, having received a new message.
"Meet me in the hall closet at the very end of the corridor." A heart shaped emoticon followed the message and Jack could barely contain his entertainment. Shooting up off of his chair, he bolted out of the dining room after hurriedly chugging down the last of his coffee. Antares just stared on, scratching his blue head. "What's up with those two? They were actually...pleasant to one another."
Hebina was leaning against the wall of the tiny closet. A lone light bulb dangled overhead, caking the cramped space in an adequate glow. The door was forcefully pulled open and slammed shut behind him. The tightness of the little alcove left him no choice but to be up close and personal with the most devilish tease he had ever met. And she had all the gall in the world to smile pleasantly up at him when he entered.
"Why, Jack, are you okay? You seem a little…overheated," She had barely finished speaking when her horny lover lunged for her, pulling her in for a fiery, passionate kiss. His tongue was buried deep, his fangs gnashing at her lips. A strangled moan was ripped from her throat as she wrapped his arms around his neck. A loud thud echoed from behind her as her back collided with the smooth stonewalls. One bold, impatient hand gripped the waistband of her pants, tugging them down. Little harlot, she went without panties!
He didn't bother removing his gloves. One clawed, explorative finger slid up her damp inner thigh to tease the sticky entrance that lurked down south. Hebina released an animalistic squeal as he rubbed the tip of his finger against the engorged bead peeking out from the spongy, sodden folds. Unable to control his mounting desire, he pushed one of his digits into her. Hebina's eyes popped open as it curled and pumped and fondled around her most treasured jewel cavern. Another finger was added and her moans echoed loudly through the small quarters. The heat was unbearable and the scent of sex was thick as butter as it hung in the air. Sweat beaded both the racers' flushed and panting faces. A third finger and Hebina's body was wracked with endless sensations that caused her toes to curl inside her boots and her pupils to dilate. His fingers were slender, warm and strong. Coupled with the thick, smooth leather of his gloves, Hebina was certain she had never felt anything this pleasurable. His thumb penitently caressed her little bud, causing all her ecstasy to converge into overheated spires of flames that burned all through her. Without warning, she felt herself squirt all over his glove, practically soaking it through to his skin. Sliding down the wall, she was now a slippery, sweaty mass of female satisfaction, mewling pathetically.
Jack's teeth were tugging at her blouse, particularly at the area that encased her protruding nipples. He was sucking fervently on it. Hebina slid up her boneless, quivering fingers up his chest to his shoulders. After a few more heaving, deep breaths, she purred out weakly.
"You better keep those gloves on the next time we fuck." Jack's smirk quirked upwards and Hebina swore she was wet and ready almost instantly. "Is that another condition of our proposition?" Hebina leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"Shut up and show me your fangs."