#and the climax of Men At Arms had me literally holding my breath heart pounding I could fucking hear it

[talesfromthebandgeekmafia]

Why is the Discworld: City Watch series so fucking good holy shit

[enigma-im]

Sucker Punched pt.2

Rating:Explicit Relationship: Alien X Female!Human Warning: Dirty talk, strong language, Alien/human relationship, alien sex

Word Count:4055

Pt. 1

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We soon part ways as our responsibilities drive us. He to fuck about doing whatever it is he does outside of groping me, I to finish up work before heading back to my place. My small one-bedroom, two-room home. Bigger than most, having the perk of being faculty, but smaller than anything earth could have given me. The large living room is nice to divide the space between the front door and where I sleep. I truly feel for the people who don't have that luxury. It feels too unsafe to be comfortable.

I fiddle about with a quick shower and a change of clothes, completely forgetting about Kurt for the time. It's not till I hear a rather intimidating knock at the door so I remember our plans. Cursing to myself I throw on a shirt before heading into the living room.

He pounds on the door again," For fuck sakes, hold on." I angrily right my clothes, untucking my hair, before grabbing the handle. I thrust the door open, my hair billowing in the breeze. I glare out at the tall buff alien who fills my doorway-perhaps the hallway as well. His teeth are poking through his small smirk, giving him a dorky charm. Kurt eyes me from head to toe, not hiding his appreciations though I lack effort in my outfit.

"Beautiful as ever, though I know you never disappoint," he raises a brow. It's still strange to hear him speak English, though its through a translator. I find I miss the rough tone of his normal language, it never failing to send chills down my spine. Then again, who isn't a sucker for a deep voice?

"Flattery will get you nowhere," I scoff.

"I find the crimson hue of your cheeks to be something, like an incentive really," he tilts forward. The alien towers over me like no other, feeling like he is boxing me in with just his height. I find myself leaning towards him despite his natural intimidation.

"If I knew you were this much of a flirt I would have forgone getting our translators fixed."

"Oh, prefer my other attempts of getting into your pants better?"

"So confident that you could get into my pants? A flirt and cocky, how unattractive."

"the lies you spill from your mouth almost mask the arousal that practically oozes from you when I'm around," he quickly grasps the doorframe as he leans in close," Admit it, love, you want me bad." his proximity short-circuits my brain for a moment, just long enough for him to chuckle. I can smell his musk, it muddling my brain as he presses a gentle, loud kiss to my cheek. I can't help but sigh in defeat, the bastard has me there.

I take a step back from him, his glare following me as I turn towards the kitchen. I stop at the fridge, glancing over at the frowning Kurt still perched at the door.

"Well, come in. I rather not have my coworkers question while a nearly 7ft alien is guarding my doorway," I grin. He huffs, dropping his head with a shake before coming over. He closes the door behind himself, walking towards the couch to plop down. I look through the fridge for literally anything to eat. Never entertaining guests before now seems to have hindered my dinner plans.

I settle on some bullshit microwave dinners, almost mortified in having to do so. While they 'cook' I lean against the counter to watch Kurt. For a moment he looks around the space, not really reacting to anything. Once he grew bored he turns to me. He cocks a brow in question.

"I believe I was promised some wooing," I break the silence.

"Was what I said at the door not enough," he answers. I scoff at his response, turning back to the meals. Perhaps he was all talk and no action. How disappointing, I expected a lot more from him. I won't lie and say he hasn't grown on me, like a tumor. Being a constant thorn in my side has proven fruitful in his quest for my affection, but if he intends to be a stick in the mud then I have to quarrels tossing him to the side.

I barely hear him when he sneaks up behind me, cupping my hips as his groin meets my back. I bite my cheek to not respond, way too curious to see where this is going. I feel his breath on my neck, raising my hairs as he exhales near my ear.

"Since the day we met, I have not stopped thinking about you. You have invaded everything I do. When I sleep, I see your face. I dream of your curves against mine, feel your skin under my lips. Every night I have felt your sweet caress to my cock, on the verge of climax just as I wake. I think I can escape you in my wake but my thoughts only flow for you. I can only ponder how you would taste. Would you be sweet like I imagine, would you cum like how I picture," he licks just behind my ear," are these words good enough for you? I am not a romantic man, but you bring me to my knees and make me wanna do things I never even considered before."

I stutter on a breath, gnawing on my cheek," l-like what?" He grinds into me, pressing his hardening cock against my lower back. He thrills me more as he reaches under my shirt to palm my stomach. I can't bring myself to move, barely making a sound as he licks and nibble. Kurt teases my neck with his tusk before pressing the blunt tips to my skin, dimpling the area enough to wretch a gasp from me.

"I can smell your cunt," he purrs as his hands trail up. His fingertips barely touch my bra when I choke on a inhale. The anticipation of having his large palms on me almost takes my breath away. He chuckles huskily in my ear, rubbing his cheek to mine as he leans over to watch himself. He slowly slides his fingers under my cups, teasing the skin as he engulfs my breast. I'm sure he can feel my heart beating fast against my ribs, thumping loudly near his fingers. He hums as he palms and squeezes me. I sigh, falling against him. My head rests on his shoulder, tilting for his lingering kisses.

We both startle as the microwave beeps. I stand straight, suddenly ripped from the haze of building tension. He freezes as I do, his hands slowly trailing down as he worries about my next reaction. I look up at the meals resting in the finished device. I then look down at my clenched hands, finally noticing the throbbing between my legs and the hardon pressed to my back. I chew my lip in thought, really thinking hard on saying 'forget dinner'.

Before I can overthink this I tear his hands from my shirt and twist in his hold. I look up at his startled face, nearly laughing at his wide-eyed expression. I cast a glance at the tent in his pants, grinning as I meet his eyes. Quickly I leap and grab his horn, jerking him closer to my level with a Cheshire grin.

"Are you going to ravish me like I deserve, I refuse to waste my time with unworthy men," I ask near his lips. He looks a bit dazed as he stares down at my mouth.

"Yes," he answers.

"I demand you take me to my room before I change my mind then. I expect nothing but the best, understood?"

His lips part as he meets my eyes with wonder," Yes, ma'am." Fast as lightning he scoops me up in his strong arms and whisks me away to the bedroom, meals left forgotten.

Kurt attacks my lips while maneuvering in the dark. His hands on my thighs are scorching, also helpful in my grinding against his stomach. I fist his hair, twisting his head to delve my tongue into his mouth. His groans muddle my brain, throwing my thoughts in disarray.

I'm startled when he tilts forward. I panic, grabbing his shoulder tightly as my back suddenly meets the bed. His chuckle against my neck annoys me, taking me away from the lust riddled thinking I was drowning in before. As his tongue slathers up my neck I grab his horn, dragging him up.

"Yes," he asks displeased," do I need to woo you with more words, or am I free to satisfy my curiosity?"

I snort," Curiosity?" His fangs poke through his smile, a purr rolling out between his lips.

"I'm quite interested in seeing if you match the women of my kind," he lowers down to press a teasing kiss to my jaw.

"How about we don't talk about other women while in bed," I pull him back again. His cocky grin drops to another annoyed grimace.

"We can just not talk at all, that seems to be a safe bet," he suggests, wiggling his horn out of my hold. His lips press just above my shirt collar, his teeth dimpling my skin as he nibbles. The tips of his fingers tease around the end of my shirt, trailing his claw along the slightly revealed flesh.

I can hardly think of a snarky response, completely invested in his attentions. His tongue on my neck and his hands palming my hips. My nails dig into his shoulders, scratching down to his elbows.

"Ku-," I'm interrupted by a bell. We both pause in confusion till a loud knocking follows. I sigh, sitting up. Kurt quickly grabs me, keeping me where I am.

"No, ignore it," he growls. He quiets my protests by pulling my hips into his, grinding his hard-on against me. A thrill shoots up my spine, muddling any thoughts of the door.

"Hello," I faintly hear a voice call from outside the room. I freeze again, grabbing at Kurt. He tries to bring my attention back to him, biting at my shoulder.

"Just real quick," I smile apologetically. He answers with a growl, bucking his hips more. Fed up I grab his horn and drag him away. "real quick," I scold. He huffs then sighs before rolling off.

I hop out of bed, a wiggle in my step. I share in Kurt's frustrations, stomping towards the door with frustration. I rip open the door, already fed up with the upcoming conversation.

"Hello," the slim techie from the other day answers. His appearance at my door is startling enough to erase my ire.

"Hey," I respond confused," What are you doing here?"

"Just checking in. The update was sent out yesterday and I was hoping to get input on it," he answers.

"Works well enough, I haven't had any issues with it. I have to agree with you though, Kurt has a 'way' with words," I chuckle.

He laughs as well," He was a bit too vulgar for my taste. It brought on a very awkward situation."

As we talk I faintly hear steps behind me. My suspicions are verified when the techie tenses up. He looks over my shoulder, giving an uncomfortable smile.

"Seeso," Kurt growls.

"Ker'chak," Techie answers," How is your translator h-holding up?"

"Good," Kurt sneers," feel free to leave now."

"Kurt," I scold," chill out." Kurt continues sneering at the poor lad, not doing anything to hold back his anger at the man's presence.

"Alright then," Kurt grabs my hips, pulling me to his chest," Seeso I wish to get back to wooing my woman and you standing here is preventing that so I say nicely, piss off." before either one of us can answer Kurt slams the door shut and lifts me off my feet.

"That was rude as hell, you couldn't wait, like, five minutes," I slap his chest.

"I am extremely hard right now so excuse me for being a little impatient," he chuffs. I snort, stretching up to bite his neck. I tighten till he hisses.

"Good things come to those who wait," I press a kiss to my teeth marks.

He groans," And you can't get what you don't take."

Kurt tosses me onto the bed, quickly climbing over me. He doesn't take his time, ripping my shirt off swiftly to lather attention on my breast. His sharp tusk pricks my skin as he sucks on a nipple. I pet his hair back from his face, watching him. His eyes open to meet mine, growling as his swirls his tongue.

"You are quite handsome, I'll admit," I hum. His sudden purr startles me, along with the pinching of his claws on my thighs.

"Well thank you," he mumbles, pressing wet kisses to my chest.

I chuckle at his excitement, fisting his hair before pushing him down my body. He resists a bit to press his lips down a line of my stomach. He crawls off the bed and onto his knee. As he reaches my pants he nuzzles his cheek to my hips. His purrs increase, his hands massaging my thighs.

"Fuck," I groan," stop, it's too cute."

"Cute," he scoffs," No one has ever accused me of being cute." he unbuttons my pants, tugging them down my legs.

"Well you are, so get used to that," I tease. He hums in thought, a small smile ghosting his lips.

"As long as you are the only one saying it then I guess its fine," he mumbles. Before I can tease some more he tugs off my underwear. "Speaking of cute," he smirks. The smug smile makes me roll my eyes, biting off a chuckle.

"Yea, yea," I scoot out of his hold," Get on your back."

"Oh my back," he quirks a brow," now why should I do that?"

"Because I said so," I shrug. From his place on the floor, he rests his chin on the bed, grinning that mischievous smile.

"Since when did you become the boss," he says. I regard him with a teasing smirk. I crawl towards him, grabbing his horn to draw him back.

"Since I decked you in the face, now get on the bed big boy," I press a swift kiss to his lips," I'll make it worth your while."

He hums," When you put it like that." Kurt crawls onto the bed, resting on his back with his hands behind his head. He smirks down at me, tilting his head. "Now what, my sexy female?" I don't answer, instead of crawling up his body. I sit on his upper chest, looking down at him between my knees. I pet at his face as he looks from me to my crotch then back.

"this my prize for following orders? Feels more like a prize for you," he looks back at my crotch, licking his lips despite his words. I pet his bottom lip, pressing my thumb into his mouth. He wastes no time sucking on it.

"What? Don't want my cute pussy on your cute face," I quirk a brow. He nibbles on my thumb before pushing it out of his mouth. He presses one kiss to it then grabs my thighs.

"Well when you put it like that," he chuckles. I yelp when he quickly drags me over his face. Wasting no time delving between my folds with his tongue. At his first taste, he groans loudly, his hips bucking behind me.

"I'll take it you’re a fan," I huff, petting his head.

"I will dine on you every night as long as you stay wet just for me," he growls, licking another stripe. His fingers dig into my skin, showing off his enjoyment. As he laps at me I can't help but grind into him, biting back groans and cries of pleasure. His teeth poking at the cleft of my thighs adds a certain thrill to all this. His alien-ness becoming extremely apparent now. I look down at him between my legs, his eyes closed in pure enjoyment.

I find myself leaning back, holding onto his raised knees. I watch him, enraptured at his monstrous appearance. Moans leave me lips, my insides burning only for him.

"Kurt," I groan," you look so sexy like this." his eyes creak open a moment.

"You should speak for yourself," he hums. My hips grind on his mouth, a cry ripping from my throat.

"I'm close," I lean back up. I grab onto his horns, pulling him into my thrusts. His hands slide from my thighs to my ass, guiding my grinds. As his fingers knead my skin I burst. I shout, throwing my head back as I yell into the room. He purrs under me, lapping up every drop as I cum for him.

I nearly fall into the wall, barely catching myself on my hand. I pant, resting my head onto the cold wall. Catching my breath I look down at Kurt, smiling at his wide grin.

"You look so happy," I mumble. He kisses my mound.

"Of course," he answers. He adjusts me down his chest, sitting up to hold me close. He rubs my back, kissing my lips.

Once I come back to myself I react to his attention. I pull him into a strong kiss, delving my tongue into his mouth as I pull on his hair. His cock pokes excessively against my ass.

"Your turn," I grin. He hums before I push him back onto the bed. I crawl between his legs, grabbing at his pants. The anticipation builds as my curiosity peaks. What could he look like?

At my hesitation, he speaks," You good?" I bite my lip. Instead of answering I tug his pants down. His cock immediately slaps back against his stomach, then bobbing just over it.

His cock is fairly thick, long but his girth is more attention-grabbing. Along his shaft are nubs that really pique my interest. I grab him, huffing at his growl. I thumb the numbs, noticing their firmness. I slide up him, pinching at his spear-like tip.

"Interesting," I mumble to myself.

Kurt's head pops up," What?" his nerves revealed in his tone. I sit down on my stomach between his legs, pumping his cock a few times as I look up at him.

"Don't worry, it's a good interesting. You are fucking lovely," I kiss his shaft. He twitches in my hold, his head falling back as he purrs again. "You are all around the sexiest man I have ever been with," I smile. He groans again, bucking into my hand. I adore his reactions oh so much.

Too eager I wrap my lips around him, sucking on his tip as I jerk him off. His grunts fuel me, sending jolts of pleasure to my crotch. His taste is unlike human men, having a sweetness to it that I wasn't expecting. I choke him down into my mouth, feeling his tip hit the back of my throat. I bob, sucking on his cock with great interest. His noises grow in frequency, making me gain tempo.

As his hips begin to buck into me he lifts me from his cock. "Stop," he groans," stop." I rest my head on his thigh, watching him catch his breath. I trace a vein on his hip, grinning like a fool.

"Did ya like it," I ask. He tilts his head to look at me.

"Don't ask stupid questions and get on my lap," he pants. Instead of straddling him, I crawl up him, lying beside him on my back. He turns towards me confused.

"I want you to be on top," I shrug. He rolls his eyes, turning to crawl on top of me.

"I figured you would want to be on top," he leans down to trail kisses along my neck. I comb my fingers through his hair, my other hand reaching between us.

"Now why would you think that," I grab his girth, jerking him a bit. He doesn't answer, growling with his teeth bared. "Now, enough talking," I turn towards his ear, whispering," I want you inside me." he hisses, his tip prodding between my folds.

He presses in slowly, both of us feeling every thrilling inch. Our sigh of satisfaction when he settles to the hilt is echoing. We give each other a second, not wanting the moment to end so soon.

"Fuck," he pants," you are more perfect than I dreamed." he rolls his hips for emphasis. I hug him close.

"Yea," I huff," you too."

He chuckles," may I ravage you now?"

"Is that what you guys are calling it these days," I snort.

"shut up," he growls before pulling back and bucking forward. I choke on a gasp as he fills me so quickly. He repeats, thrusting hard and fast. His cock is as fulfilling as I hoped, his nubs rubbing splendidly against my walls. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body ever so close. My nails dig into his hard skin, almost piercing it.

He suddenly stills, his breath stuttering. "Maybe you shouldn't have sucked my dick," he laughs.

"Yea," I snort," you promised me a ravaging. we barely even started and you're ready to end it."

"Shut up," he pulls out, unwrapping my arms from around him. I watch him confused, almost disappointed. He slithers down my body between my legs where he presses his two fingers inside me. I sigh, straying off my future disappointment as he begins fingering me.

"stalling, big boy," I laugh. He doesn't answer, leaning down to suck my clit as his fingers glide in and out. His claws rake gently along my walls, tingling me with satisfaction. He rumbles with a purr, nibbling on my clit.

"K-Kurt," I grab his horn," I don't wanna cum on your face again." he withdraws his fingers, licking them clean before crawling back up. I grab his face as he nears, ready to tease him. He beats me to it, cupping his hand over my mouth.

"I underestimated you temptress," he nuzzles my cheek," now let's try this again." he thrusts in again with a strained groan. He bucks quickly, reaching down to rub at my clit to finish me off. The startling amount of pleasure makes me reach out and pull him close.

"Kurt, fuck," I cry out," I take it back, you are doing great." he curls on his next thrust, laughing as he does.

"yea, I'm close too," he kisses my cheek.

We both cry into each other, our hot breaths ghosting over the other's skin. I fall first, unsurprisingly. I clench him everywhere. Locking down on his cock, pulling him close with my arms. I shout out his name, rolling into a cry as he pulls out all of my pleasure.

He falls soon after, bucking wildly before stilling. Something hot leaks inside, pulsing with him. It paints my insides as his whole body tenses then relaxes.

"Bless the heavens," he captures my lips fiercely," and my the heavens bless you."

"That sounds like a great compliment," I kiss him back.

"Highest one I can think of right now," he laughs. He soon pulls out, the feeling of him spilling from inside me makes me shiver. He then rolls over, pulling me along. I rest on his chest, hooking a leg over his hips. He grabs my thigh, petting along it as we settle.

"so," he draws out. I look at him from the corner of my eye.

"so," I answer similarly to him.

"am I a keeper," he cocks a brow.

I hum," not sure yet. You still have to make me breakfast in the morning."

"damn," he looks to the ceiling," I'm a shit cook."

"Shame," I shrug," guess I will have to teach you another thing then."

"Another thing?"

"Don't worry about it," I tease. He turns in my hold, facing me dead on.

"Did you not like how I ravaged you," he asks. I shrug again. He answers with a growl, rolling us so I straddle his lap. He pets along my thighs. "I guess you will have to show me how it's done then," he teases. I lean down, pressing a kiss to his nose.

"I guess I will."

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Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6 GETTING TO KNOW YOU Duke stands up and she automatically wraps her arms around his neck. Still gripping her in his arms he lays her on the soft comforter, gently. She feels like she is on fire; not literally but within. Dukes body presses on top of hers. His shoulder are broad and flexed as he glides on top of her. Kissing her deeply as his breath increases he withdraws and in a breathy smile he whispers. “Breath Keera.” He gives a knowing wink and starts to kiss her neck, nibbling on her ear and working his way down her body. Keera briefly smiles and thinks about how sweet her name sounds on his lips. She then uses the meditation she had so painstakingly used with her anger and applied it to keep her ability at bay. Keera closes her eyes and breaths heavily and Duke kisses her stomach and thighs as he slowly removes her white lacy thong. She unlatches her matching bra from the front after a few deep breaths. Keep your cool Keera, keep your cool. She repeated in her head trying desperately to avoid the situation that occurred earlier. She felt like she was going crazy with how bad she wanted Duke. The realization came to her like a crash. Suddenly her legs shake as she pushes any rational thoughts to the back of her head. Later; she will psychoanalysis this. Later. She thinks briefly and she gives in to his kissing on her body. Breathing heavy she leans up on her elbows to toss the bra off meanwhile checking out this man. His tan skin is beautiful and all his tattoos gives him a bad boy side she always craves in men but never knew he had. He slowly touches the tops of her feet softly caressing his way up her body. She tilts her head back and moans. His touch feels like honey. Warm soft honey that leaves a cloud as a reminisce instead of a sticky residue. When he works his way back to her lips she latches on like a succubus needing a fix. He gently and slowly kisses her back leaving waves of tingles in her belly and groin. She thrusts her hips towards him feeling a rather large shaft growing hard against her skin up to her belly button and she gets a feeling of satisfaction at this. She doesn't remember ever being so turned on and so desperate for a man to be inside her. Duke pulls back and looks at her, studying her face and then body. He was breathing heavy himself now. “Bloody hell love, you are absolutely stunning.” Keera smiles thinking about all the guys that have called her hot or sexy and yet they all seemed like empty compliments. She knew she had a sex kitten type body but at the end of the day it was just that. A meat sack. When Duke complimented her though it felt like recognition from a man who was worshipping her not one that just wanted to say something nice in order to get a porn star for the night. Keera reaches down touching his now rock hard form through his underwear and locks eyes with him. Flutters run up from her belly and into her chest. She reaches her right leg up to catch the back of his boxer/briefs on her toe and pushed her leg down to get them down to his ankles. They both smile and laugh as Duke shakes his leg to get them to the floor like a dog shaking a wet foot. She strokes the back of his neck and stars at his face admiring him. “You have the most delicious mouth I have ever tasted.” She bit her lip knowing she was letting her sexual side out but didn't feel embarrassed. Instead she felt empowered as Duke smiled with a sort of hunger in his eyes. It was an odd feeling not putting on a sex crazed porn star show but an amazing one as well. She felt oddly comfortable with him. Like they were made for eachother. Keera positions herself for him to plunge inside her and thrusts her hips. His arms are under her shoulders cradling her head and neck. He kisses her deeply and then enters her slowly tightening his grip as he holds himself still when he is all the way inside her. She gasps, in pleasure breaking their kiss, still not blinking from his eyes. She usually finds it creepy when guys stare when they have sex but this felt like they were in another dimension. Slowly working his way back to the tip he plunges back in and holds. Tiny beads of sweat are forming on Duke’s forehead and dripping down to the tips of his dark thick hair that is falling forward leaving him to look much younger than he actually was. Keera is so worked up she feels like she might explode. Again the same thing and by the fifth stroke she does just that. Metaphorically that is. She cries out in ecstasy finally closing her eyes. As her core tightens and contracts Duke moves his head to the side. The candles that were melted into a heap each bared a blue flame that shot a foot into the air. “I can feel you love.” He whispers in her ear as she climaxes harder and longer than she had ever before. She wraps her legs around him and claws his back as though to never let go of this sensation or him. Duke moans out loud and Keera could feel him pulse inside her. He collapses to the side pulling Keera tight to him in an embrace. Keera’s legs shook so hard she knew if she stood she would walk like a newborn bambi. Her voice was hoarse and in need of a drink of water. She lay next to him drenched in sweat. Duke stroked her arm and hair and softly kissed the top of her head that was sliding onto his chest that was drenched. Both of them were panting; hearts pounding. He holds her tight with both arms and kisses her forehead again. “I think that was Heaven.” He says finally. They both laugh. There was no awkwardness for either of them. Keera usually is long gone before any occurs but she can feel it coming. “Love? Can you not burn my flat down?” Duke asked casually looking up to the candles that now had yellow flames at about six inches in height. She laughed and calmed her heart and snuffed out the flames. She lay limp in his arms high from this feeling. This feeling of walking on clouds. I guess Amanda was right, she thinks to herself and chuckles. “Am I that funny?” Duke asks looking down as to catch Keera’s expression. “There are a lot of words I could use to describe you but funny is not one of them.” She giggles a bit and Duke belly laughs. His laugh was rich and youthful and made her heart flutter. She loved that sound, She continues to laugh. “Oh is that so? Then what words would you use to describe me?” His crisp accent was so close to her ear she could tell he was lifting his head up towards her. She takes a deep serious breath and lifts her head to meets his gaze her silky blonde hair falling onto Duke’s chest. “Well so far you are extremely giving.” She catches a shy smile from Duke and kisses his chest averting her eyes to his intricate tattoo under her lips. She moves her hips so her belly is leaning against his side. “Sexy.” She kisses his collar bone. “Smart.” Then she kisses his neck. Duke closes his eyes as Keera puts her hand under his neck rubbing her fingers through his hair. She swings up on top of him straddling him. She pulls back feeling the heat come to her cheeks a new sign she is becoming aware of as not blushing but a sign of her ability starting to spill over out of her container of control. Sitting up she looks at Duke’s face and smiles at his angular features. How did she not jump him from the get go? Keera wondered to herself letting a smile come across her face. Dukes hair is still tousled across his forehead giving him a boyish charm. He grips her thighs with his hands and says. “You are so gorgeous.” Keera looks at him not knowing what to say whenever she hears those words from a guy. “You have this energy inside you that shines through.” Duke sits up cupping Keera’s face and gives her a soft passionate kiss. “It's weird to say I know but I have felt drawn to you since I laid eyes on you.” Keera had butterflies in her stomach again. She smiles nervously which was an odd feeling for her to have. Her long hair lays over one shoulder. Dukes brushes it behind her and tucks it behind her ear to kiss her once more. Almost breathless she whispers. “Me too. Like you were made for me.” Normally she would feel corny saying this but in this moment no one was there who cared. Just him and her both feeling vulnerable for each other. His eyes reached deep inside her and in that moment she knew. She was in love. The dumbest thing a person like her could do. She kissed him deeply, leaning down to reach his lips. Her hair cascading over Duke’s face. He kisses her breasts twirling his tongue around her nipple, grasping her ass in one hand and her breast in the other. Before she lets herself go she breaths and focuses her mind. She grabs his face and kisses him fiercely rocking her hips back and forth. Duke grabs her hips helping her up to insert himself in her. He is still sitting up as she slowly rocks her hips back and forth building up the sensation over what seems like eternity. Dukes caresses her back and moves with her. For the first time ever Keera knows what it's like to make love. The awareness of this causes her to smile in the middle of a kiss as she climaxes. “Im cumming” She whispers out. Duke hugs her tight to him holding her. She can feel him finish right after her and she collapses onto his chest after he does the same onto his back. Her hair lays clinging and sticking to their sweaty bodies. They both laugh a bit and she lays her head on Duke’s chest and traces her finger along his tattoo while listening to his racing heart beat slow. Duke runs his fingers through her hair breathing in her scent. “What does this mean?” Keera asks breaking the silence. She traced the tattoo over again. She could hear Duke's heart rate pick back up. Keera raised her head to read his expression. He was looking straight up as if the stars were shining through the ceiling. She didn't like that he didn't meet her gaze but waiting for his response anyways. “It is called a Aum symbol. It's a Sanskrit word that describes the single most important song in the universe. It was the first and highest word to be spoken. It represents the beginning and the holiest of words, and encompasses the cosmos and the mystic world.” An awkward silence follows obvious tension in Duke's body. Keera speaks “So basically it's the Hindu peace sign.” She laughs first and then Dukes catches on. Keera can sense Dukes hesitation in answering her questions about his tattoos so she keeps quiet and scans the room. When her eyes fell on the picture of the boy in the greenhouse she studies the face and smile of the young long haired boy in the frames picture. “Is that you in that picture?” She points. “Yes that is. Elephants are sacred in my family and so we use to travel and meet one's from all over the world. That one was in Africa. Her name was Splinter and she gave me the honor of a handshake. Well an elephant hand shake.” Keera moves her eyes to the picture of the figure petting the elephant. “Oh wow. I was talking about the other one.” Duke smiles, raising his chest. “Well yes that one is me too. I actually.” He pauses hesitating to continue. “I helped develop the first hybrid plant.” His chest stops moving as if he is holding his breath. “Seriously?” Keera says. She raises her head to meet his face. “That amazing!” Her energy was like a shot of caffeine in the morning, It was explosive. Duke smiles. He never got to see this side of Keera yet. She always was energetic and happy at work but mostly sarcastic. She had never given him any attention and her praise seemed extremely humbling to him now. “Well with my ability I learned which plants could talk to one another or were compatible with one another.” Keera laid her head quiety back on his chest listening intently. Keera thought that looking at him was probably making him insecure and to talk about his ability was a huge step. “What do you mean talk to each other?” Keera asked after a pause. “Well it's like a soft humming. Different plants humm in different patterns and different frequencies and some when matched harmonize. I was at a facility in Africa and when my Helmeliac plant was presented it won an award and grant. My family was so proud of me.” Duke seemed reminiscent on the last part pausing long enough to indulge in a memory before continuing. “ I had a mentor that took me in and set me up with this sort of apprenticeship. We were poor and this helped my brother and parents have food and clothes and a good life. It was the first hybrid plant that offered something more. My plant let off helium. It was something fun. Eventually I came up with the super oxygen based plants that allowed for higher levels of oxygen to be expelled and a few other strains. Once I developed a few strains it created a pattern for them to follow. But unlike me they couldn't hear the plants. They started pearing ones that didn't sound right together. They created hybrids that caused toxic gas. To me I couldn't even stand to be in the same room as them. It was like nails on a chalkboard. When I finally said enough was enough and decided to leave my mentor threatened to report my abilities to the government. I never told anyone about them but him and he used them against me. I stayed for a few months until they started other experimentations. I had life insurance and named my family as the beneficiary and ran. They all think I'm dead and that God awful place is gone. I had money stashed away, but I needed a job that allowed me to fly under the radar which is why I tried working at Bob’s wings and things. Well that and the fact that you bumped into me on the street wearing your work shirt.” “Wait what?” Keera asks rolling to her side to face Duke. She was trying to remain quiet in order to let him talk but this she had to know. He smiles a shy smile and continues his story. “Well yes. You were in a hurry trying to catch the light rail and I saw you walking from half a block away. Did you know you bounce when you walk?” He laughs softly. Keera remains quiet trying to remember the day he is talking about. “You ran and right before you passed me a guy called something crude at you and you turned your back to me to flip him off. I caught wind of your hair. You smelled like sugar cookies.” Duke squeezes Keera in his arms and kisses her forehead again breathing her in. I glanced at the back of your shirt and went straight there to apply. Doug said he would keep me off the books after I explained that a bunch of my papers were lost in a fire. He said that way they wouldn't have to pay workmans comp or anything. I knew nothing about bartending but figured what the hell if I got to see you.” Keera didn't know what to say. She felt this overwhelming sense of security in this. Which seemed crazy she thought. Or maybe it was because she knew that if he didn't tell her this story that she would never tell him the real reason she tracked him down. It was because she felt the same way. She gathers the words in her head trying to rip the sarcasm from them. Emotions were not her strong suit. “Yeah well I have never trekked down shitty employees to check on them before just so you know.” Duke gave a quick chuckle and this time Keera hugged him. She listened to his heart rate quicken. “Well then since we are letting it all out on the table you must know that with my ability I am not exactly legal either.” She can't look at him. She has never been able to talk to anyone about her even having an ability or all the stress and luggage that comes with it either. “Oh yeah? You mean you've burnt up guys that can't heal themselves in the past?” Keera pauses remembering the first guy she lost her virginity to. It was over so fast there was no heat needed. Maybe that was part of the facade of being a sex kitten with guys. No emotions and no out of control power? She wondered this silently to herself for a moment. “No actually you are the first. Maybe its because you have an ability to?” Duke stroked her hair then said. “Or maybe its because you feel something non superficial.” It was like he read her thoughts and then she had to ask, “Do you read thoughts to? What exactly is your ability?” She sat up knowing that her question was invasive but didn't care. She wanted, no she needed to know. “I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” Keera says in a childish tone while she sat cross on her feet and placed her hands in her lap. Duke smiles and reached up to caresses Keera’s cheek. Well as far as I know it's all healing. I heal myself and plants and small animals.” “Can you heal other humans?” Keera asked as if she was a child in school excited about the subject they were studying. She crosses her legs into an indian style to face him wrapped in the soft sheets, long hair thrown over one shoulder. “Sort of.” Duke says furrowing his brows. “I can heal small things. It takes a lot out of me. With plants it's like breathing life into them. Like I'm breathing out anyways and that energy is being recycled into the healing. When I am healing myself it's like running. Depending on the injury it's like wearing my muscles out. When I try and heal someone else.” He pauses looking for the right words to explain it. “It's like draining my life force. Like I'm doing a transfusion.” I can recover but it takes time.” Keera speak up. “Wow thats amazing! How did you learn to control it? I've worked all my life to control mine and it still gets away from me, as you can tell.” She looks down. Dukes reaches out to tilt her chin up. “You are amazing! All of you and your ability is part of who you are. It just comes from a different part of you. Mine comes from the control aspect of me. Making sure everything is neat and tidy is part of my compulsion to control my ability. When I was a boy I over grew my mother’s garden in a tantrum and nearly wrecked our house. Its my emotions I have to control. For instance my mentor found out about my abilities because of the way I reacted to a situation. A girl climbing a tree in Africa fell. I had come to love her spirit throughout the months. She brought us water from the river for money to feed her family. She broke her leg and would not be able to make the journey to the river to collect water for her family or for us to make her family money. Her mother had just bared another child and this was crucial to their survival for them. Instead of taking the time to assess the situation such as waiting to heal the girl's leg when I knew we were in complete solitude I healed it right away which caused my mentor to witness I had an ability and caused me to have a seizure. Duke looks back to the ceiling. “When my loved ones are on the line I act without my strongest attribute which is my mind.” Keera nodded in understanding. “You.” He lifted his finger to touch her nose. “Your passion is where I think your fire comes from. I knew of a boy in africa who had something similar. The war hit and the government took his family, his baby sister, mother and father. In a rage and heartbreak he burned the entire village to the ground. Including survivors, what enemies that where left and himself. It was said that he was a figure of a man made of lava and burned everything with a fire that was said to of burned for a year after his death or the figure of the man walked no more. They had a spiritual name for him but knowing what I know about myself I figured he had an ability that consumed him. He was nine years old. But legends exaggerate I guess. I don't want to tell you how you feel though, it's just what I think. What do you think?” Keera paused for a minute picturing the man walking on fire and it resonated deep within her. She clears her throat. “Um I'm not sure. I always tied it to anger. I mean before I met you that is.” She laughs softly. “But I think you are right in a way. For me it feels like a little camp fire with stones around it. When I get a little angry the embers starts to fly and then when i get more angry I feed fuel to that fire and the fires started raging outside its containment area so to speak.” She played with the end of her hair with her fingers looking for a better way of explaining it. “For example when I started at Bob’s place I would break the coffee pots a lot. People would piss me off and I would walk to the back to cool off my temper and I made the coffee heat up way too hot and they would break. Until today that hasn't happened in years. I tried smoking pot but that made it worse and less predictable and I hate drugs with a passion. It just takes extreme concentration and breathing techniques. With you it's more like a pot boiling over. Its different. It's not like a fire at all but hot water boiling over and I have to breath to calm it. It's so hard to explain because I never have had to.” Keera notices she is playing with her fingers now not looking at Duke at all. “You mean you have never told anyone?” He asks softly. Keera just shakes her head. Tears start to prick her eyes. “Well I did tell one person and he died because of it.” She wipes her face with her arm in wonder. Am I fucking crying? She asks herself in disbelief. Jesus her emotions were everywhere. She lays in Duke's arms immediately to avoid unnecessary emotional confrontation. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her forehead once again not pushing the subject that she most definitely did not want to talk about. Man she loved when he did that. It was such a small comforting gesture. “Enough talking for one night?” Duke says into her hair. Keera just shakes her head yes. Duke again does not push and Keera smiles at this. She squeezes him as to almost say thank you without actually having to say it and he does the same in return. She lays there listening to his heart beat as his body relaxes and she can feel him drift off to sleep. She feels more relaxed than she has ever felt in her life. Like she's home in a way. Like she's finally not alone. Keera went to sleep smiling that night and for the first time in a very long time she didn't even dread dreaming.