Enraptured in Ice Ch. 13
AN: As a guest reviewer requested, a quick explanation as to Pharah's feelings on Dan. It's true, she is being a stone cold bitch. However, for her it's a lack of understanding as to how Dan functions. The last time I did an AN response to a review, I mentioned that Dan has Asperger's Syndrome (though it's not explicitly stated), and because of that he's sometimes a little lacking in social finesse. Often, people who have had little to no experience with people who have Asperger's can perceive things they do as being rude or mean, thus causing retaliation. From the person who is the Aspergeree (not a real word), it seems like the lashback comes from nowhere, similar to how Dan view's Pharah's attitude towards him. For him, the fact that he accidentally saw her in a state of undress is something that completely slips his mind as to a potential reason for her dislike of him. Pharah feels as if this isn't something she should have to explain to him because that's a typical reaction of someone who's caught in a state of undress by a strange man at night. Because of this refusal to communicate between the two (Dan assuming she's just being mean and Pharah assuming Dan knows what he did wrong) their relationship won't progress, causing this hostility. I've seen it happen dozens of times at my job, and the worst part is when two people with lacking social skills (i.e. Dan and Pharah) butt heads, often they won't even entertain the possibility that there was a misunderstanding. It's showing that Dan struggles to empathize with people who are mean to him initially and Pharah's lack of understanding (or unwillingness to understand) for Dan. Sorry for that really long response.
So I know that a lot of you have probably been pretty concerned about where I've been and I greatly appreciate that. I've mentioned before that I've been going through some financial struggles. Things are finally starting to turn around now though, and in my free time I've been doing mostly work on my new original novel: Oracle. I do still need beta readers for that, should anyone be interested in my original work. Just add me on Skype: Kiba Vulpus Elunal. Let me know you want to read it and I'll send you it, as well as any other original stuff I've worked on (I've got two other novels finished). Thanks again for all of your patience and support everyone, it seriously means a lot to me and I can't believe how fast this story is growing. I know you guys are probably wondering about Reinhardt, Hanzo, Genji, and the other members of Overwatch that haven't been mentioned, but I promise, they'll show up soon enough. Needless to say, it may be a little while before my next chapter, so again, sorry about that. I wish you the best of luck in life and literature though, as always. Thanks again. -Kiba
"Athena, run sweep for Tracer," Dan stated.
"Dan…"
"Do it," he ordered. The computer let out an annoyed, but complacent beep as it began running a scan of the complex in hopes of locating the missing pilot. Again, the search came up empty. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. It'd been almost a week now since she'd vanished. Athena had swept the base and all of the world, but there had been no sign of his missing friend. It was as if she'd just dropped off the face of the Earth. "What about Mei?" he asked.
After a few moment, Athena returned with a readout. "Operative Mei is presently still located in Li Jiang. She continues to broadcast her biometrics, indicating she is in good health, though still does not answer her communicator."
She'd disappeared, too. Dan felt like he knew who to blame for that as well. His eyes lifted up to one of the monitors to see Pharah sitting on Mei's bed, her gun disassembled and strewn on a towel as she cleaned it.
"Hey love. Any luck?" Hana whispered in his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a kiss on his cheek. He nuzzled back against her affectionately.
"None thus far," he replied. "Tracer still has no biometrics, no tracker, nothing. She's not in the base, not in the world, not even in space. It's like she..." he paused for a moment in thought. "Like she doesn't exist."
"I know that look," she commented. "You're thinking about something. What's going through your head?"
"Her chrono displacement. It's possible that something happened and she ended up vanishing from our time stream. If that's the case," his gaze lowered as he placed his hands on his head. "Then she could be lost forever."
"Don't talk like that," Hana chided. "Until we find a body, she's still technically out there somewhere. You can't give up hope yet."
He remained completely silent as she stood behind him, massaging his shoulders. It felt nice after he'd spent so many hours in his chair, just staring up at the screens. It'd been the same thing every day lately. There also was still no word from Mercy, despite her promise that she'd come if Dan ever asked her for help. Now, he needed her more than ever.
"Dan," Winston grunted, swinging upward to the platform. "I know you are concerned, but we need to keep working. Pharah is getting anxious about her suit, and truth be told, if Talon got a hold of it, it could be disastrous."
Dan didn't reply, but Hana turned to Winston with a slight smile. "Give us just a few more minutes, Winston, then we'll start following some leads. Have you found anything on your end?" The lab assistant was grateful that she'd spoken up for him, because truthfully, he had a difficult time facing anyone other than her. It was bad enough that Pharah shot death glares at him whenever he came within view, but he was almost certain that the reason Mei had left was because of something she said to her.
"Not much," he admitted. "I've had a few operatives out in the field patch in to say they hadn't heard any word from Talon, but that was pretty much it. Jesse has been working with the Americans to see if they've heard anything, but it seems that the two men they hired are more destructive than they are intelligent."
"Our tax dollars at work, I guess," Dan muttered. "Winston, hypothetically, if Tracer's chrono displacement began acting up again, say something happened to her harness, how could we lock onto her coordinates?"
"That depends," the ape mused. "Her harness should keep her anchored to the timeline, even if it malfunctions or is turned off. She'd have to be away from it for some time before she vanished, however, her body would still release chronological distortions every few hours for months at least. Why?"
"She hasn't shown up on any tracking devices," Hana explained. "Including GPS and biometric scans of the world."
Winston's brow furrowed as he hobbled closer to the computer, pushing aside Dan's office chair to begin typing away at the keys. "Athena, run a scan for Tracer's harness instead. See if her core is still online. If it is, maybe it'll give us a clue as to where she's gone."
With an obedient chirp, her robotic voice came back. "Winston, it seems her harness is functioning perfectly fine, according to the scans. I'm picking it up on my sensors, meaning it is still somewhere within Watchpoint: Gibraltar." Dan stood up quickly his eyes brightening with excitement.
"She must be here then!" he cheered, turning and throwing his arms tightly around his mentor. "Yes! I knew she couldn't be dead," he cried, running to one of the many poles that led from the second floor to the first.
"Dan, where are you going?" Hana asked as he wrapped a leg around the metal rod and began sliding down.
"Athena, locate the origin of her harness' signal! I'm going to go see if I can find any clues." As his wrist communicator with the computer system beeped in understanding, he ran out of the lab, ignoring Hana's question.
"So much for Pharah's suit," Winston commented with a 'hmmph'.
The young gamer looked at him with a sigh. "Can you blame him? His two best friends have disappeared with no reason at all, and this is after Pharah has treated him so poorly and tried to make me abandon him. If I were in Dan's shoes, I wouldn't want to help her either."
"It's not about what we want or don't want," Winston huffed. "Our job is to help everyone who comes to us in need. For her mother's sake, we should work to assist her."
"Tell you what," Hana offered. "Give me the info you have and I'll check it out myself. It shouldn't take too long, and Dan could use a bit of good news."
"I don't like the thought of you going out to investigate without back up," the scientist stated. "Right now, we don't have anyone we can spare except for Dan, which is why I was going to come get him to tag along with you."
Hana frowned for a moment before nodding in understanding. "Okay, I'll talk to him tonight. Maybe I can convince him to go with me tomorrow. I know he'll probably fight it, but I have ways of making him behave," her eyes gleamed mischievously as she giggled.
"Spare me the details."
"Not to worry, sir. I don't kiss and tell."
Dan stared intently at the screen on his forearm, following the small arrow that indicated the direction of the harness' core. It was getting closer, and he could feel it in his bones that he'd find some evidence here about what happened to Tracer.
Ducking behind an old alley way amid the junk and scrap, he paused as a metallic object rolled in his path. Bending down, her picked it up curiously to find it was a helix rocket. Where had this come from? The arms warehouse was on the other side of the complex.
Turning around quickly to see if anyone was present, he could see nothing in the dim light, but far off he was sure he could hear a voice. "Athena," he whispered, "do a scan of nearby proximity. Any life forms?"
"Scans show two life forms," she explained. "Both are registered members of Overwatch."
"It must be Winston and Hana," he mused to himself. He was surprised that sound could carry so far through the halls. Stepping further into the shadows, he continued watching the map carefully until in the dimness, he could see a blinking blue light. "Tracer," Dan gasped, rushing to the small metallic harness that lay carelessly draped on a shelf.
He picked it up, running his fingers over it affectionately. This was definitely hers, which meant that she hadn't just vanished. Someone had taken her. Was it Talon? No, he would have noticed some kind of struggle about if they managed to fight her. She wasn't the sort to go down easily.
Slinging the harness over his shoulder, he continued moving through the dark hall. This time, when the voices came, he was certain he'd heard them. They were quiet, but he could make out a man and a woman speaking. "Are you sure about this, Jack?" the woman asked. "It's been a week, with no signs to corroborate your evidence."
"Certain," the man grunted in a familiar voice. "This intel is good, I found it myself. It was definitely him. They're biding their time for something, but the question is what are they waiting for?"
Who in the world were they talking about? Dan strained to listen further until a loud THUNK came to his right side, causing him to jump a few feet in the air. Turning to look at the source, he saw Tracer's face, stained with tears as she cried out to him in muffled words. Here image flickered for a moment then disappeared. "Tracer!" he shouted. "Don't worry, I'll get you out, Tracer!" He began tugging hard at the wheel on the door to free her. Who'd locked her in here? They should have known Tracer was afraid of confined spaces!
Just as it came loose, he fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding syringe that implanted in the door with a loud crack from the barrel of a gun. "Curse my old age," the woman's voice said, now much closer.
Dan looked up to see a smooth black helmet, hidden behind a scope that was now leveled towards him with a guidance visor glowing inside of it. He quickly dove to the side, avoiding another shot before getting behind the heavy metal door for cover and drawing his pistol. He didn't know who this woman was or why she wasn't showing up on the scanner, but he wouldn't let her get away with hurting his friend.
"Jack," she shouted. "We have company!"
"Already on it," a familiar gruff voice called beside her before Dan felt the door slam into him with explosive force. The man was shooting rockets at him! The young lab assistant was grateful that these old chambers were built to withstand bombs.
Quickly peering from cover, Dan fired a retaliation at the pair, sending them behind the steel shelves and tables that had been stored there. "Who are you?" he demanded, as bullets pelted his refuge once again.
"Stop shooting, kid! This is for your own good!" The man boomed.
"Yeah, I've heard bullets are great for your health," Dan scoffed, as he began to rummage through Tracer's harness for her pulse bombs. When he found them, he had to resist the urge to grin.
"You don't know what you're doing," the man warned him.
"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing," he shot back, before arming the pulse bomb. Turning the corner, he hurled the small discus like device between the two before taking cover. The pair's eyes went wide as they began to run, but with a concussive blast, they were both sent forward onto their faces with a painful groan.
Dan quickly ran to them, grabbing their weapons and backing away to a safe distance. It seemed like they were both out cold, but he wasn't about to check twice. Instead, he returned to the chamber door to toss in Tracer's harness.
"Come on, Lena," he muttered in desperation. "Come on, you're a tough girl, you can do this. Pull yourself back to this timeline. I'm here, you have to come back to me." There was nothing, causing Dan's heart to sink. It was entirely possible that she was gone for good, he knew, and the thought was breaking his heart.
Hana said he had to stay hopeful, and he desperately wanted to, but he also knew after long enough here that sometimes, hope just wasn't enough. The air in the chamber was still and musty. It was caked in dust as if it hadn't been used in years. But then, a distortion began to waver in the aether.
"Yes!" he urged. "You can do it, Lena! You can do it! You're Tracer! Come on!"
He could see a hand starting to form, followed by his friend's face, a determined expression planted there as she stretched through the void, attempting to just touch her anchor. Dan would have ran in and handed it to her, if not that he feared even a breath could send her back into the nothingness.
Her fingers reached further, further, just another inch or so before it touched the cool metal of the harness, and with a blue shimmer, it began to restore color to her hand. The blue energy swirled upward like a spark at the end of a fuse, dragging Tracer's body back through time and space to where her best friend was now waiting for her return. When she was fully formed, she collapsed with a gasp, shaking like a leaf and sobbing uncontrollably.
"Lena!" Dan cried, running to her and embracing her tightly. He hugged her close, and she returned the gesture, bawling into his neck and soaking his skin with her salty tears.
"Dan, I was so scared," she whimpered. "I thought I was gone for good. Please, don't ever let them take me, please. I never want to be locked away again, promise you won't let it happen again." She continued to babble on in his arms as he just held her there. His own tears were coming now, as he reassuringly stroked her back.
"Shh, it's okay" he hushed her gently, pressing his cheek against hers. "Cheer up, love. The cavalry's here now, okay? I'm right here." His words made her smile slightly as she clung to him.
"Thank you, Dan. I know I've never told you this, but I love you so much. You know that, don't you? You know that I love you?"
"Yeah," he whispered to her. "I love you too, Tracer. I love you very much." After another few moments, he helped the weakened pilot to her feet and strapped into her harness before leading her out.
Looking at the two who'd attacked him, Dan was relieved to hear their groaning still. They were out of it, and better, not dead. He had many words for them, and probably a few blows as well. They'd subjected his 'sister' to her greatest nightmare, and whatever their reason may be, he would ensure they paid for it.
"Stay here," he instructed her, moving to look at them as she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to stop her shivering. Walking to them, he recognized the man as the one he'd been advised by when helping Mercy operate on Mei. "Why you?" Dan asked himself, going to his tactical visor and removing it from his face.
The thing clattered from his hands as he stared into the face of the long dead Jack Morrison, the hero of Overwatch. That was impossible! Jack was dead, he knew it! Dan had seen his grave, he'd watched the newsreels of his funeral, there was no way he was alive!
His eyes slowly turned to the woman who lay beside him, before he swallowed nervously. With a shaky hand, he reached her facemask and plucked it from her, causing a single grey lock to tumble out from under her hood.
Staring into the dark brown face of the woman, an eyepatch strapped over her face, he found himself staring at another ghost. "Ana Amari," he murmured in awe. She had died as well, after a lethal bullet wound to the eye. This was Pharah's mother, two ghosts lying side by side before him, and yet he still couldn't believe it. Grasping their limp hands, he placed their thumbs to his scanner. "Athena, run fingerprint scan and identify."
"The fingerprints belong to Ana Amari and Jack Morrison respectively." This is why she kept saying there weren't any intruders in the base! Ana and Jack were still technically Overwatch operatives.
"Dan?" Tracer called to me. "Are they dead?"
"No," he assured her. "Just unconscious." It was better if she didn't know who they were. Dan didn't want to traumatize her further by exposing her to a shock so quickly. Putting their masks back on, he retrieved a set of pulse manacles that he kept on him. Sitting them back to back in the chamber, he handcuffed them to one another so he could question them once sure that Tracer was safe. "Come on," he urged her, returning to her side and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "we've missed you greatly."
When the two returned to the lab, Winston and Hana looked up at him in shock. "Lena?" Winston gasped, "What happened to you?" She opened her mouth to speak, but Dan quickly pat her hand to indicate she didn't have to.
"She's a bit shaken up," he explained to the two. "I found her locked in the old chrono chamber without her harness."
"Come on, Tracer," Hana urged taking her hand and leading her to a chair. "Let's get you a seat, okay? Do you want anything to drink or eat?"
"W-water," she nodded, sending the young girl off to go and collect it.
"I'll be damned," Winston murmured.
Dan walked up beside him and nodded towards his office. "We need to talk," he said, glancing over the ape's shoulder to his friend before adding, "privately."
The scientist followed his gaze before nodding and leading the way to his office. Closing the door, Winston turned to his assistant. "Okay, what do we need to discuss?"
"The two who locked her up...they shouldn't be alive," he explained vaguely. "It was Jack Morrison and Ana Amari."
"What? That's impossible, Dan!"
"I know! Worse, they fired at me when they saw me trying to let Tracer out. Jack Morrison is the one who's been breaking into all of the Watchpoints and stealing weapons and tech. He's Soldier 76."
"No, no. That's impossible," Winston grumbled, his nostrils flaring as he snorted hot air. He began to pace the room, frustrated and confused. "They died. They both died, I'm certain of it! You must have been mistaken, Dan."
"I was not mistaken."
"Well that or you're seeing ghosts! The dead do not come back to life!" Winston roared, before realizing his volume and lowering himself. "Apologies, Dan. I did not mean to shout at you."
"I have proof," he replied, pressing a few buttons on his wrist display to show a screen containing the results from Athena's fingerprint scan. "See? It's them. It has to be."
"Maybe it's a glitch," Winston grumbled in denial.
"I also have them handcuffed in the old chrono chamber."
"You're kidding!" the scientist gasped.
"What is it you two are discussing?" a voice asked from the doorway. Wheeling about, Dan and Winston gazed into the dark piercing eyes of Fareeha. "I heard you use my mother's name," she hissed, glaring at Dan. "For your sake, you'd be wise not to utter it again."
That was when she saw the screen showing her mother's portrait beside Jack Morrison. "What is this?" she demanded. "Is this your idea of a sick joke?!"
"Your mother and Jack Morrison kidnapped Lena," Dan uttered coldly. Even after a week, he was still at odds. She hadn't tried to convince Hana to abandon him again, though be it from Hana's threat or a simple disinterest, Dan wasn't sure.
"You insolent little…" she began, raising her hand to slap him across the face before Winston stepped in.
"Enough," he ordered. "Both of you! Dan, until I can look into this for myself, I don't want to hear another word about Ana or Jack."
"But…" he began.
"Not another word!" he shouted, his chest heaving angrily. "And Fareeha, you would be wise not to forget that you are a guest here. Dan's report to me is not of any concern of yours, and were it I would promptly bring it up to you."
She said nothing at first before glaring at Dan and muttering under her breath as she left, "Bidek nake bi-Asyut krake." Dan's wrist device chirped at the detection of the foreign language.
"Oh, real mature!" he shot back as she slammed the door behind her. "Can you believe this?" he asked Winston, showing him the screen. "She told me I needed a good fucking with a shovel handle! What the hell? It's bad enough she scares off my boss, then she's trying to get Hana to stop being my friend. What is her problem?"
"Actually, about that," Winston replied, clearing his throat. "We need you to travel to China."
"Really?" Dan asked. "But...what about…"
"I'll look after Tracer," he swore, "but right now, you need to go and bring Mei back. A powerful storm has been brewing over Brazil, and without her climate device, we can kiss that country goodbye. You need her to complete it."
"But, what if she doesn't want to see me?" he replied, Dan's gaze lowering to his feet. "I haven't seen her since the accident. She might even hate me."
Winston adjusted his glasses. "Normally, I'd send an operative to reclaim her, but seeing as how Tracer is out of commission, Jesse is in America, and Hana and her's relationship is...rocky...I'm afraid you're my only option. I've already purchased you a ticket, your plane leaves in a couple of hours."
"Yes, sir," Dan saluted before running off to pack his things for the trip. It was a long way to China, and Dan was excited to see his boss again. As kind as Hana had become, he'd discovered something about himself, and he had no intention of just letting Mei go.
Halfway around the world, in a private office she'd leased, Mei continued working on the device she'd brought with her from Gibraltar. It was very slow going without Dan's assistance, and there had been a few times where she'd burned out parts of the device and had to replace them completely, or when she'd touched a specific chip, causing it to short.
After the fifth failed attempt to slide in the temperature regulation chip that would ensure it wasn't boiling hot rain that began falling from the skies, she threw the small bit of plastic into the trashcan. Sinking into her chair with disgust, she placed her chin on her arms, gazing to the small picture of Dan that she had on her desk.
Okay, so maybe it was stupid of her to bring it along, but she knew that if she missed him too much, she'd end up going back. She'd hoped the picture would help to prevent that. She was wrong. "Don't look at me like that, Dan," she chided to the portrait, before placing it face down on the desk. "This is good," she told herself. "This way, I can keep working in peace, and not get distracted. It's a good thing!"
A knock at the door interrupted her monologue however. Glancing down at her watch, she found that time had passed faster than she intended. It was almost 1:00 AM. Who could possibly be disturbing her so late?
Her heart began to pound nervously. Had Talon somehow tracked her down? One of her primary concerns when she left Gibraltar was that she'd be excluded from any kind of back up. Reaching into her desk, she grabbed her gun and held it in front of her cautiously.
Moving to the viewfinder, she placed her eye up to it to see Dan standing there. "How the hell did he find me?" she squeaked.
"It wasn't hard," he replied through the door. "All I did was ask where I could find the most beautiful woman in China."
Mei turned beet red. He could hear her through the door? She had thought he was half deaf. Opening the door slowly, she peered out. "What is it, Dan? Why are you here?" she asked softly.
"For you, obviously," he replied. "Can I come in, or will I have to hold a boombox over my head at the bottom of the tower?"
Her eyes turned back to look at her lab which was, more or less, a huge mess. It had also doubled as her living quarters and in her pining, she'd often just strip from her garments, only to leave them on the floor until laundry day. "I...I n-need to cl-clean," she insisted, but Dan just smiled at her.
"It's fine," he assured her. "I don't care if it's a mess."
She nodded in surrender before standing aside and allowing the door to swing open more. Immediately, Dan had moved to her, scooping her in his arms and kissing her lovingly. For a moment, she lost herself in the kiss. How many nights had she dreamt of their escapades back in Gibraltar?
It was silly, she reasoned, for her to fantasize about Dan as if she were a teenage boy over his first crush, but even still she welcomed the dreams with open arms, even if they did only serve to make her miss her assistant even more.
However, as she savored the feeling of his lips on hers, memories replayed of the way his eyes and ears had bled when he collapsed to the ground, the way Tracer had shouted at her, blaming her for Dan's injuries. Despite how happy she was to see him, she pulled away from him, pressing on his chest to push him from her. "Dan, I can't…" she whispered.
"What's wrong?"
"I hurt you," she reminded him. "I made you blind and deaf."
"And, I'm better now," he scoffed. "Clean bill of health, totally patched up. Well, not completely," he chuckled, adjusting his new eyeglasses.
Mei hadn't even realized he was wearing them, but now that she did, she could feel her body stirring. He looked even better with glasses on. "Dan," she whispered. "I'm glad you're okay, but that doesn't change that I…"
"Did absolutely nothing wrong," he interrupted her. "I should have checked to ensure the machine was off. That's safety rule number one when working with any device. What happened wasn't your fault."
"Yes it was. I was distracted, otherwise I would have noticed the machine was on."
He frowned. "Mei, please don't do this," he begged.
"Don't do what?"
"This. You're blaming yourself so you're pushing me away. I don't want that, please."
She let out a huff before grumbling, "Not that it matters. I know you're back with Hana."
"What?"
"Fareeha told me everything. I know you and Hana were cuddled up together in your hospital bed. Well, I won't stand for it. I'm not going to let you start some harem with the two of us. Next thing you know you'll drag poor Tracer into the mix."
"How can you even say that?" he gasped. "Mei, you know me! I'm not like that at all!"
"So she wasn't laying in your bed?" she accused.
"Well, yes...but it wasn't like that, honest! She was protecting me!"
"From what?!" Mei argued.
"From Fareeha!"
"Fareeha said…"
"Screw Fareeha!" he snapped, causing Mei to fall silent. "Don't you get it, Mei? You're just making things to be upset about now. You're looking for a reason to get away from me. Why? Do you not want to be around me?"
She meekly twiddled her thumbs, sitting on her bed and unable to meet his gaze. "I do," she admitted.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Then stop trying to play the hero and protecting me. I'm a full-grown man, Mei. I'm glad you watch out for me, but it's not yourself that you have to watch out for." His hand rested on her knee, causing her to blush as she stared into his eyes.
"I know that," she answered. "I've tried, but I just can't help it. I care about you Dan, and I can't stand to see you hurt. Especially when it's my fault."
His hand began to slowly stroke her leg, flustering her even more as they spoke. "It wasn't your fault," he repeated. "You can't save me from everything, you know?"
She nodded silently as his hand continued to travel up her leg, slipping into her inner thigh and sending strange tingles through her body. Almost against her will, she spread her legs a little further, allowing his touch to slip there to stroke her pubic mound through her house pants.
"Please, Mei...you know how I feel about you. And I know how you feel about me. We don't have to play these games where we dance in circles around one another." As if to accent his words, he too began to stroke small circles over her crotch. Her body shuddered as she began to feel feverish. "I love you, Mei. Will you let me prove it?"
"Oh God, yes," she panted, turning towards him to grasp him and passionately press her lips against his. She moaned into his kiss as his hand continued stroking her. How long had she wanted this? How many nights now had she stayed up fantasizing about the way he touched her and wishing that her own touch felt the same?
His other hand squeezed her plump breast, drawing a gasp from his lover as she slowly closed her eyes to enjoy his touch more fully. He was exceptional, she decided, because while he was always gentle, he knew how to put in just enough roughness to make her mind do somersaults. She needed this, more than she needed him ever before.
She surged forward, using her superior strength to shove him onto his back. Her lips didn't leave his once as she left affectionate scratches along his chest, her legs straddling his waist so she could feel his bulge rising with every pump of blood beneath her.
The two of them parted as they helped one another out of their clothes, Mei's hunger driving her into a wild lustful frenzy that she'd never before experienced. "I couldn't stop dreaming about this," she purred, using her arms to press her breasts together for his pleasure. "I was beginning to worry that something may be wrong with me from all the ways I fantasized about you taking me."
"Nothing could ever be wrong with you, Mei. You're an angel sent from heaven. You're perfection," he swore to her gyrating his hips beneath her as he reached to playfully pinch her nipples. "But while we're on the subject of fantasies, which one would you like me to fulfill?"
Her cheeks again burned from her blushing as she slowly swayed her hips, moving lower along his body until she was near his crotch. "I really wanted to try this," she explained timidly, wrapping her massive mammaries around his tender organ. The heat alone from it felt wonderful between her tits, but she wanted to make sure that he was pleasured too.
"Oh man," he gasped, stroking her hair lovingly. "What did I do to deserve such a treat?"
"You were a wonderful man," she whispered, leaning down to flick the very tip of his cock with her rough, wet tongue. He leaned his head back, lifting his hips to try to feel more, but she just giggled, enjoying the thought of teasing him.
She squeezed her tits together around his cock, slowly moving them up and down his shaft as she stared into his beautiful eyes. She could feel it twitching for her between her tits, and that managed to excite her even more.
"Does it feel good?" she asked, eyes shining brightly as she continued rising and falling as a slow pace. "I've never really done this...before."
"It feels wonderful," he moaned, stroking her hair over and over again. "God, your love pillows are so soft and warm. I can't wait to be able to cum all over them."
He was talking so dirty, she noted. It was strange to hear him say such things, but she found herself hanging on every syllable. Every time she sank lower, she'd allow his tip to press between her lips parting them slightly so she could give his dick small affectionate kisses.
"You know, I wouldn't mind giving you some attention, too," he whispered to her. She smiled, adjusting herself so she was laying upside down on his chest. As soon as she continued her titfuck, she could feel his tongue probing her folds.
"Oh, Dan," she groaned happily, pressing her hips back against his tongue to feel it inside of her. "Please, don't stop."
Gripping her wide hips, he speared her on his flexible pink muscle, lapping at the juices of her arousal. She could hear him eagerly slurping from her pussy, which only served to make her even more drenched than before.
She began to follow suit on his cock, sucking it affectionately and lowering herself with every inch he pressed inside of her with his tongue. When he pulled out his tongue, she whined on his cock before he began to stroke her clit with it, causing her to shudder in bliss.
Her body screamed for more from him as she took him further and further into her mouth. His head tickled the back of her throat eliciting a pleasurable purr from her lungs. She sucked and sucked as he lashed wildly at her love button, and just as she could feel her thighs trembling, a loud knock at the door echoed in her ears.
Mei jolted awake, her panties damp and her head swimming with booze. It had only been a dream? She let out a whine as she sank back into her pillow. Turning her head to the side, she looked at the partially completed machine, with a few bottles of booze scattered here and there around her room. She was an absolute mess, she knew. Her latest dream proved it. Even still, she couldn't bring herself to go back.
Another rapid series of knocks showed that at least one aspect of the dream was real. Slipping on a pair of house pants over her panties, she made her way groggily to the door. There was more knocking. Her head was starting to hurt from the sound now. "Wo lai," she groaned to the person on the other side grasping the door handle and jerking it open.
Her eyes went wide as she saw Dan standing sheepishly outside of her door, suitcase in hand. "Hello, Mei...can I come in?" She immediately slammed the door shut, before the knocking came again. She quickly returned to the door, opening it again to find Dan with a frown this time. "I'm sorry if I upset you by being here, Mei...but this is really important. Please let me in?"
She closed her eyes, rubbing them in an attempt to inspire lucidity in herself, but when she replaced her glasses, she was again staring at her lab assistant. Maybe this wasn't a dream. "Dan, are you really here? Thish isn't a dream right?"
He turned a bright red at her question, looking about confused before noticing the contents of her room. "Oh my God, Mei...how much have you had to drink?" he asked. He pushed past her, closing the door carefully.
"If we're going to have shex, we'll have to keep it down," she slurred, pointing to her bed. "The neighborsh get upset when there'sh too much noishe."
"Jesus, Mei," Dan tsked. "All right, to bed with you. We need to get you sobered up. Tomorrow morning we can talk business. I'll just sleep on your couch, okay?"
"There'sh enough room on the bed," she hiccuped. "We could both just shleep there...together. Get it? Shleep together?"
"Yes, yes, I get it," he sighed placing his hand behind her knees and scooping her into his arms.
"I feel like a princessh," she giggled.
"You won't tomorrow, I imagine," he replied laying her in the bed and tucking her in.
"Aren't you shupposhed to be blind?" she asked him, moving to cup his cheek. Her intoxication however caused her to simply put her hand over a majority of his face. She began wiggling her fingers on her other hand. "How many fingersh am I holding up?"
"Shh," he hushed her, stroking her hair. "Get some sleep, Mei. We can talk in the morning, all right?"
"I won't shleep unless you lay next to me. That'sh why I haven't been able to lately. I have to drink until I passh out, so I can keep dreaming about you."
Dan hesitated for a moment, before finally nodding in agreement. Remaining fully clothed, he slid beside her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. A big goofy smile spread across her face and, true to her word, it was only a few seconds before she was sound asleep.
To be continued...