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Jack sat behind his desk, glasses perched on his nose, and scowled. In a fit of pique, he furiously erased the last sentence of his essay on Shakespeare.
“Fuck it.” It was a stupid assignment anyway. He’d taken a creative writing class so he could write, not so he could read and regurgitate someone else’s work.
“Fuck what?” Sean asked, walking through the door to their shared dorm room. A white towel clung precariously to his lean hips.
Jack prayed for a stiff breeze to knock it loose. One glimpse of Sean naked, every tanned inch of his perfect body on display, would be more than enough to refill Jack’s spank bank for months to come.
Jack balled up the paper he’d been working on and pitched it at Sean. “This stupid essay we have to write on William Shakespeare.
Sean rose up on his tips toes and caught the wad of paper before it could hit the wall. The white cotton around his hips tore free and plummeted to the floor.
Jack goggled at the monster hanging limp, but plump between his roommate’s thighs before raising his gaze to meet Sean’s.
Sean grinned and scratched his balls, entirely unselfconscious about his nudity. “See something you like, buddy?”
“Maybe,” Jack hedged. Was it possible his roomy wasn’t as straight as he’d thought?
As Sean crossed the small room toward where Jack sat, he thought maybe Shakespeare wasn’t so bad after all.
Her thighs quivered, her body flushed with heat. His rough voice skittered down her spine like a caress. He just wouldn’t stop talking. She wished she could flee. Run away from the board room, the office, the state but there was no where on Earth far enough from her memories. She tried to erase the New Year’s office party, his arms wrapped around her waist, his hands in her hair. His lips on hers, kissing her as if he couldn’t stop, as if the very air he breathed was in her lungs.
She clutched the arms of her chair in a tight grip, as she remembered what had happened afterward. How he had slammed her up against the wall. How his hand had traveled down her back, over her ass and lower to her thigh. She had raised her leg up to hook around his waist. He ground his straining cock against her stomach. He had been so hard and so demanding.
Then the next day he acted as if she didn’t exist. He just asked her leave his apartment with not even a ‘thank you’. She had to forget him, after all they worked together. She couldn’t run away from him. And now he was giving a presentation and her body yearned to back in that office, to have him pounding into her, hard and fast.
She looked up and found him looking right at her, dark green eyes hungry. She swallowed. Apparently, he hadn’t forgotten that night either.
“Where the hell is it?”
Mark stood at the threshold of Sandra’s home office, wearing only a robe having spent a lazy morning in bed keeping out of her way while she worked. He’d intended to bring her salvation in a cup of coffee but the sound of her frustration made him pause.
He watched her make a poor attempt to push aside a stack of papers. This precarious mountain wobbled, tipped slightly, and the domino affect took over. Several dead trees now reduced to writing material went down in the avalanche. Sandra gaped, staring, evidently speechless. Sighing, Mark set down the coffee somewhere safe and went to his hands and knees to gather the pages.
“What were you looking for, anyway?” he asked when he judged enough time had elapsed so that she wouldn’t snap.
“A rubber. I can’t find my goddamn rubber!”
Working in design, Sandra worked on a good many drawings as well as related paperwork. Mark grinned.
“Oh, if that’s all.”
He stood up, leaving the room, aware of Sandra’s puzzled frown. He returned shortly, minus the robe and sporting a condom. Being that she was still on her knees, his “gift” waved in her face.
“What do you want rubbing?”
Sandra stared, gaped, blinked, and then pursed her lips in a way that interested him.
“I don’t mean that kind of rubber,” she said, a smile teasing her lips as she gave his erection a little swat with her hand. “I wanted to ERASE something!”
Note: to 'get this' you need to know that in the UK we usually call an eraser a rubber and it's also slang for a condom :o)
I got it - after 6 years in the USA I still have to catch myself and remember to ask for the eraser :)
I loved these! They were all great ladies!!
“You can’t do it.” She whimpered. “Please, I don’t want to forget.”
“I don’t have a choice Brooke.” He shook his head sadly. “It has to be done or the Elders will send the Cleaners after you.”
“But I love you Kyle. I’d never tell anyone about your people.” Her eyes filled with tears as she realized that there was no way of convincing him that he was safe, that his people were safe. It didn’t matter to her that he was a descendant of Atlantis.
However, the Atlantean people had hidden their existence for centuries. Discovery was not an option. What was one human in the scheme of things compared to that?
“There are only two choices.”
“Two? But, you said there was only one thing that could be done or the Elders would have me killed. You’d have to erase my memories of you and the time we’ve spent together.” Her voice broke as she sobbed.
“Usually that’s true.” His gaze caught and held hers. “The only exception is the mating bond.”
“Mating bond?” Brooke felt a spark of hope warm her heart.
“Yes, when an Atlantean finds his mate, he can bond with her and convert her. She is then as much at risk of discovery as the rest of my people.”
“Is that an option Kyle?” She asked quietly
He nodded. “If you truly love me, it is.”
“Wh-what would I have to do?” Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she waited for his response.
Thanks, Robin. I love your post. I've always had a thing for stories about Atlantis. It's such an intriguing myth.
Thanks Amanda! That means a lot coming from someone as talented as you are!
Atlantis is pretty darn intriguing and so much can be done with it.
Thanks again!
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