by Lace, Lisa
Dar was frowning.
“Wait a second. You said that Jared and I attacked the alien?”
“Yeah. It was a stupid move. We really have no idea what their capabilities are.” She shook her head.
“And he flung me into the wall?” he said slowly.
“Yeah.”
“And I was knocked unconscious?”
“Yes. So what?”
“Did I hit my head?”
“I assume you hit your head because you were unconscious. I didn’t actually see you get hit.”
“So I could actually have a brain injury that’s causing amnesia! Maybe I wasn’t mind wiped.”
His eyes were filled with hope. There were so many things wrong with this. Dar was happy that he might have a brain injury. The guy with either a brain injury or memory loss (but no medical degree) was diagnosing himself. This was one step away from learning how to be a doctor by watching a television show.
Dar was still talking.
“And if it was amnesia, then my mother was right. I may be able to regain my memories and get my life back.”
If only it were that simple.
DAR
When I had told my mother that I thought I had amnesia, she gave Kenna a look I didn’t understand and suggested that Kenna and I visit the healing springs.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, mother.”
“Oh yes, this time I forgot. The springs are famous on Susohn for being able to heal almost anything. If you do have a traumatic brain injury, maybe they will help cure you.”
“Dar was going to take us, before, but we never ended up going,” Kenna said. She had bitten off whatever she had meant to continue saying. My mother frowned and I wondered what they were thinking about that I couldn’t remember.
“Yes,” my mother said, a look of resolution on her face. “I’ll arrange transport for you. The monarchs have a private pool there. I will make sure that it is ready for you. You can go tomorrow.”
“Thank you, mother,” I said.
“I will do anything to give me my son back,” she said, smiling at me fondly.
*
The private pool was in a secluded area away from the public springs. The servant who escorted us there took us on a five minute walk to get there. It was hidden away in the middle of the oasis. When we arrived, we dismissed the servant. Then we just there, looking at the clear, steaming hot water.
Now what? Did I drink it? Wash in it? Would it really bring back my memory? I wasn’t sure if it could, and I didn’t know if I wanted to hope. Having hope meant the possibility of disappointment. I was tired of disappointing myself and other people.
“I don’t want a bunch of pressure put on me about whether or not the healing springs will actually heal my brain,” I said out loud. “Let’s think about this as a bath. Let’s just have a nice hot bath.”
“Okay,” Kenna said, and her cheeks turned pink. Great. She’s probably remembering some other hot bath we had together. Did we do anything besides fuck?
I couldn’t afford to think about that, though, because it felt like we had some chemistry together. Being in close proximity made me want to touch her immediately and that was a bad idea. She wanted me to stop playing with her emotions. That meant hands off until I remembered her. I sighed internally at the thought.
“But I don’t need to go in.”
“Why not?” I frowned.
“I think you know why.”
I looked her up and down.
“You’ve barely been able to keep your hands off of me when I was clothed. How are you going to manage with only a few scraps of cloth covering me?”
As soon as she said it, my imagination went wild and my breathing rate increased.
“See? I haven’t even stripped and you’re already done for.”
I wished she hadn’t used the word stripped because it was conjuring up all sorts of naughty images. I didn’t actually remember what her naked body looked like, but it’s easy for males to fill in the details.
“I’m sure that I can maintain my control,” I said. I would be happy if I was just able to control my voice.
“But can I?” she said, a seductive look in her eye.
Well, now that was a challenge. I hoped I was up for it. “We will have to try,” I said in my most kingly voice.
She smiled like she knew something I didn’t and then she proceeded to undress. I held my breath and stared, unable to look away.
She was wearing a Susohnnan outfit that was actually fairly conservative compared to other clothes I had seen. The long green skirt with matching shirt covered most of her, except for a small circle that was cut out in the middle of her back.
She slid the skirt down more suggestively than was necessary. I had everything under control. I could do this.
Her skirt dropped to the ground and I caught sight of the cherry red bikini bottoms she was wearing.
Shit. I couldn’t do this.
Then she crossed her arms over her torso and grabbed the edge of her shirt. In one smooth motion, she pulled it off leaving me with a clear view of her entire body.
I swallowed hard.
Her slim waist tapered down to voluptuous hips that led down to shapely legs. Her private parts were covered by that small triangle of red bikini.
My eyes trailed down and then back up, returning to where her full breasts were barely covered by two more small triangles that were hardly decent. Her nipples weren’t exposed but everything else was. I could see the round fullness of her breasts all around the bikini top and the fabric was tight so I could tell that her nipples were hard and round.
Was she as turned on as I was? I licked my lips.
“Hey buddy, eyes above the neck, please,” she said.
I looked up at her, feeling dazed. “Why was it that we thought we shouldn’t sleep together?” I said. “I can’t quite remember at this moment.”
She laughed and I watched her breasts as they jiggled. She shook her head.
“Oh Dar,” she said, grinning as she slid into the water. Her body was now hidden from my sight.
Unfortunately, the buoyancy of her large breasts made them float along the top of the water, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage. I took a deep breath, willing myself not to bury my face in those soft pillows.
“Oh my God,” she said, closing her eyes in pleasure. “This is amazing.”
Yes, it was amazing. I watched her, feeling all the blood leaving my brain and going elsewhere.
She tilted her head and looked at me, amusement in her eyes as she dropped her gaze to the tent that was growing in my pants.
“Aren’t you coming in?”
I blinked slowly, taking a deep breath. I quickly undressed and got into the hot water. It felt good, like she said.
But I was distracted. Kenna sat across from me in a tiny swimsuit. That swimsuit could be removed in about a half a second and then she would be completely naked. I felt myself harden more at the thought.
I looked over at her and I could tell she was laughing at me. She knew that this would happen.
It was my own fault. She had offered to stay clothed and I had thought that I was strong enough to stand looking at her in a swimsuit.
Apparently my faulty memory led to faulty judgment as well.
“So, we’re…ah, staying strong on the position that I shouldn’t fuck you anymore,” I said after we’d both been steaming for some time. That sounded casual, right? Wait a second, what did I just say?
She choked a little and looked at me, eyes wide.
“I said fuck WITH you. Not fuck you, Kenna. I hope I will no longer be doing the former. But I have to admit that the latter would be quite pleasurable.” I spoke with the most formal language I could imagine, hoping to keep my wits about me — even with all the blood rushing out of my brain.
I noticed that her beautiful lush mounds were heaving as she breathed erratically. So I WASN’T the only one who was aroused!
; Good, that made me feel better, though it didn’t take care of my straining cock.
She looked like she was considering my words.
“Will you?” she said and the look on her face gave me hope that I would get some relief soon.
“Will I what? Not fuck with you? Or fuck you? Or both?” I said. I could barely speak. We were both having trouble with rational thought.
“Yes,” she said.
“Come over here, Kenna,” I said indicating the stone bench next to me. “It would be my pleasure.”
KENNA
This got out of hand quickly. But my lust was so strong that before my brain had a chance to think about what I was doing, I was across the pool and in his arms.
We kissed fiercely, our desire too strong to be overcome by thought. Our bare skin pressed together with the hot water lapping between us. And at that moment I couldn’t remember anymore why we shouldn’t sleep together either.
Why had I thought that was a bad idea? This was right. This was so very right.
I bobbed against him, my breasts rubbing against his chest. I noticed again, as if I had forgotten, that his body was very muscular. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. No Susohnnan did, because their culture encouraged healthy food and exercise as a way of life. The hot climate also made it hard to put on a lot of weight.
I ran my hands down his biceps and then slid them down his torso to feel the ridges of his abs. He pulled me close again for another probing kiss and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the planes of his back beneath my fingers. My hands tingled from touching him. It felt like it had been so long since I had had permission to do so.
He kissed my neck, sending powerful waves of pleasure down to my core. Then he tugged on my earlobe and the feel of his breath in my ear made me tingle down below.
It was different in the water. Because we were touching in such altered circumstances and I didn’t really know if I would ever touch him again, I felt that every caress was heightened.
The feel of him was so intoxicating that I had the impression that I would never get enough. If we made love a thousand times, it would never be enough. I would always want more.
“Kenna, Kenna, Kenna,” he murmured as he kissed the length of my arm and then placed a kiss on my palm that made my hips buck in reaction. “I need you so much.”
After a lot more kissing that had me burning up inside, he put his hand between my legs, but I stopped him.
“Not in the water. It’ll dry me up.”
I knew that I was unbelievable slick down there, as long as no water got in and washed it all away. We climbed out and Dar grabbed our towels and laid them on the ground. We were so hot, we didn’t need covers.
And when he did slide his finger inside me, he groaned. I was so soft and slippery.
“Kenna, do you want me?” he said, fear and desperation and need and…love in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if I was going to say yes. He wasn’t sure of anything and for the first time, I saw things from his perspective.
I grasped just a little bit how anxious I would feel to know nothing about the people and places around me. My eyes filled with tears. I was his sheeranla and I was supposed to help him. All I had been doing was pushing him away.
He pulled back when he saw the tears. “You don’t?”
“No,” I said, quickly. Oh, he had got the wrong idea. “Dar, I want you. I want you so much.”
I looked him in the eyes, willing him to believe it. His eyes closed in relief and happiness. And then he began to kiss me again and I froze. He hadn’t asked me because he remembered the protocol. He really was afraid that I didn’t want him. And he didn’t remember about the scar. Shit.
“What?” he said. “What have I forgotten or done wrong? Please tell me. I want this to be perfect. You must have such high expectations.”
He looked desperate and I tried to soothe him, kissing him all over his face.
“It’s okay,” I said and he relaxed a little. “I don’t have any expectations. We always fit together perfectly.”
I slid down his body, kissing him as I went. I made sure to kiss the hollow of his hip bone that I loved so much; I knew was one of the spots that drove him wild.
When I reached his hip, I put a soft, reverent kiss on his scar. He hissed and his cock seemed to get even bigger, if that was possible.
Maybe he didn’t remember, but I did. And I would give the proper respect for our coupling.
“Kenna?” he said, unsure.
“Shhh.”
We kissed and touched and built up the intensity until neither of us could wait anymore. I pulled him into a kneeling position and straddled him. Then slowly and sensually, I eased myself down on to him, taking my time and letting us both feel every sensation.
I began rocking, loving the feel of him rubbing against my sweet spot and his pelvis grinding into my clit. We made love as if in a dream and when the orgasm finally took me, I cried out, the incredible climax rocking me to the core. My body shook and convulsed as wave after wave of bliss washed over me. Soon after, he stiffened in release and with a harsh groan emptied himself within me.
We were covered in sweat and still joined as our breathing gradually quieted. Finally he spoke.
“Fuck, Kenna, is it always like that?” he said into my shoulder.
“Pretty much,” I said, holding him close.
“Doing this couldn’t ever be a bad idea,” he said, pressing his forehead into mine.
I didn’t say anything, but I remembered how our bodies, hearts, and souls had been as close as two people could get.
If only we could stay this way forever.
But I knew that could never be because something kept coming between us.
And I couldn’t seem to do anything about it.
In spite of what Dar and his mother believed, the truth was that Dar and I were never meant to be.
*
We must have fallen asleep on the towels in the hot caves because all of a sudden I woke up and Dar was sitting up. His eyes were open, but he was having a dream.
“I met this girl,” he said. “Mana, I…I liked her! I want to find her again.”
I watched, stunned. He was silent for a while as if he was listening.
“A fake name? Of course. That was it. Why else couldn’t I find her in the database?” He slapped his forehead. “But why?”
It seemed that he was having a conversation in his dream with Mana, reliving when he had met me on Dobu. He had been unable to find me because he hadn’t realized that I was human.
“Kenna!” he yelled suddenly. “Kenna! Wait!”
He frowned and tried to get up. I pulled on his shoulders and kept him sitting down.
“Why isn’t she waiting?” he said, his voice anguished. “I can’t get to her. She’s gone. She’s gone.”
Tears were streaming down his face. I suddenly became aware that I had been in a trance of my own, watching him dream. I knew I had to wake him. It wasn’t right to leave him in such pain.
“Dar,” I said, loudly. “Dar, wake up.”
I shook him by the shoulders and he looked around and at me.
“I was dreaming.” he said.
“I know. I heard. I woke you.”
“No, you don’t know. It was awful. I couldn’t remember who you were. I couldn’t remember anything.”
He cupped his hand on my cheek and gazed into my eyes. I held my breath as I realized that he recognized me. He knew me.
And he remembered everything.
“Kenna, promise you’ll never leave me. Promise. I can’t lose you. It was terrible. I lost you, and that can’t happen ever again. Please don’t leave me.”
I gazed into his eyes and made a promise in a way that I hoped I would be able to keep.
“I promise Dar. I’ll never leave you, unless I absolutely have to. But even if I have to go, remember that I am always with you in your heart because I love you. I will come back to you. If there is any breath in my body, I wi
ll find a way back to you. I promise you that.”
“Oh good. Good.” He smiled then and his face was so full of love and happiness I felt terrible. Then he closed his eyes again and lay back down.
Would he remember me this time?
*
“Kenna,” Dar whispered. “Kenna, wake up. The driver will be wondering where we are. I don’t want him to come in and find us like this.”
I opened my eyes slowly with a big smile on my face, remembering first the sex and second that he had got his memory back. The smile faded immediately when I looked at him.
Dar, the beloved, confused stranger was back.
“What is it?” he said.
I shook my head.
“I remembered again, didn’t I?”
I nodded again, turning away from him and trying not to cry at the pain and despair I felt. To have him and then for him to be snatched back like that was torture.
“It was wonderful, Dar, but we can’t keep doing this. It’s tearing me apart,” I said softly.
“I know,” he said. Then he got up. We washed in the spring and got dressed.
By the time we returned to the palace it was the middle of the night. We each went to bed in our separate rooms — more alone than before.
DAR
“What do you mean, I’ve got to take Kenna to a wedding, mother?” I said, frowning. I was sitting at the breakfast table with the queen. Kenna hadn’t come down and I hadn’t gone to see why.
My mother looked taken aback. I guess she hadn’t expected such a vehement response. But the idea of taking Kenna to a wedding seemed like it would be as much fun as punching myself in the face. Seeing her amazing body in some sexy Susohnnan dress would drive me insane — especially after tasting it already.
After our very good very bad idea of making love, as we were putting on our clothes we had both agreed that it had been a mistake. We should stick to the original idea of waiting until I got my shit sorted out before we tried to be in a relationship.
It was painful existing this way.
But damned if I could get the woman out of my mind so I could figure out how to piece my life back together. It seemed as though she was such an integral part of me now that reconstruct my existence without her was like trying to put a broken vase back together without the glue. It just wouldn’t work.