Jayme was quiet for a spell. “Yeah, but our lives aren’t a game, Xzion.”
“You’re right, they’re not, but for someone that thinks otherwise, you have to get into their frame of mind — see us how they view us. Then, you’ve already won half the battle once you understand the methods and mentality of your opponent. You know, love is kind of the same way.”
She gave a light laugh.
“Yes, I could see that. Interesting comparison, especially coming from you.”
“I’m a witness of this, first hand. When I first saw you, I was, as they say, infatuated with you. That infatuation turned into an obsession. I wasn’t sure why, all I knew was that I had to see you, and I was feeling things for you I didn’t understand.” He paused and cleared his throat. He was drifting into uncomfortable territory, that of expressing himself. He knew she needed it though, now more than ever, so he pushed himself forward. “Deep inside of me, I craved love. I just didn’t know it. It took a special person to bring that forth, to unlock that gate inside of me. Once we began to get to know one another, I realized, I had to understand you in order for you to love me the same way I loved you. Without trust and respect, which is built on acceptance and understanding, there is nothing.”
He ran his hand over his hair and took a deep breath before continuing. He found it intriguing how she didn’t interrupt him, not even once. He soon realized why — just as he suspected, she truly needed to hear this, and she would not clog the communication with comments. The way her body swam against his, the way her eyelashes fluttered against his partially exposed flesh and her small fingertips glided up and down his body…he had all the response from her that he needed.
“So, I tried hard to make you happy, so that you’d understand me and I could understand you. I knew I had a slim chance of getting my wish, especially if you found out the truth about what I really was…” He choked on the sentence. He’d never been ashamed to be a Zarkstormian or admit that he was, ever; but he’d never forget the look on Jayme’s face when she’d broken into his private lab. He didn’t have a chance to explain and even if he’d tried, at that moment, she simply wouldn’t have comprehended. The memory hurt, as if the tip was sharp and burrowing into his brain. He shook the emotional strain away, and continued on.
“And then, I found out you were pregnant with my child…and, I knew, some way, somehow, he was proof of our love for one another. We created him because…because we loved one another, and we expressed that through intimacy, thus, the seemingly impossible occurred. We created life. Our son was conceived. Zachary was proof that I hadn’t dreamt the whole thing up as I raced around looking for you upon my return.”
“I loved you way before that, Xzion. I left because I was afraid. You know that. Regardless, I meant everything I said to you during that time.” Her voice was soft and soothing.
He nodded, kissed her forehead and ran his palm down the side of her face.
“I believe I understand now. I was thinking about what you told me yesterday before we met up at the pub.”
“You yelled at me when I told you what I had done.” He smirked.
She chuckled lightly against him, causing his chest to vibrate from her shallow mirth.
“I did, but I understood it. It makes sense. No one else would’ve known that but you. I get it. I’m not mad anymore.” She swallowed. “It’s part of the strategy. You and I worked together so diligently to get those FBI agents off my back, so we could be together and I could be free, and our child safe. Whether you found me by coincidence, which I don’t even believe… Hell, I don’t know, but we fought together, side by side in front of the pub. That’s how I always envisioned us, Xzion. I wanted to work together on this with you, too. I just want us to be a team.”
He swallowed and looked down at her as he clutched her a bit tighter.
“We are. And that’s why I confessed. As far as the pub incident, that we’ve yet to really discuss, I honestly just happened to be in close proximity. I couldn’t believe you were surrounded like that, and I panicked. I was afraid they’d ambush you, since that is what they do. I doubt they even knew who you were; if they did, things may have gotten far more aggressive. Regardless, you handled yourself well and I am so proud of you, baby. I just had to tell you that again.” He squeezed her a bit tighter to his body. “And like I said, we are a team, honey.”
“A team, but someone has to be the leader I suppose.” She scratched her nose and closed her eyes, falling into an even rest against him. “It is kind of like I teach my officers. It’s the strategy that matters. How we approach a suspect is more important, most times than not, than what we actually say.”
“That’s exactly right, Jayme. It is in the approach. Every target has to be treated special, as if they are your first and last. Strategy is for masters…and you’re a master, baby.”
“I’m not, but I try my best.” She swallowed and turned in his grip, looking up into his eyes. “The resilient and patient player wins. The one in a hurry to the finish line to show off and gain their treasures as fast as possible only lives for today, and they end up with no tomorrow and little of nothing to show for it.”
She was speaking to him, as if she were trying to figure it out for herself as well, wading through the muck to get to the core of the issue at hand. All he could see in her eyes was her ache for their child, her need for victory and to survive this underground war the world was clueless about—and more than likely would remain so. He imagined she thought how in this crazy place called Earth, she was in love and married to an alien, sometimes a cold-hearted Warrior. He came from a strange place, twice the size of Earth with less than a quarter of the inhabitants, a planet called Zarkstorm. Regardless, she taught him all he knew about being warm, about being alive, about love…
“Jayme, that’s right…and at the end of the process, it is quality over quantity. Jatorn wants your world’s diamonds, and he wants to control you. But now, the prize is even bigger to him. He wants to destroy me, too. He wants to hurt everyone because that is just who he is. He won’t win, I promise you that. I will die fighting him if I have to…and to believe this all began over diamonds.” He chortled, though he felt beyond disgusted.
“Diamonds? Smoking diamonds like crack.” She laughed sadly and chewed on her short, glossy nail. “Not all that glitters is gold…”
“Not all that shines is diamonds…”
“Not all love is like ours…” She grinned mischievously as she circled his chin with her index finger.
“We’ve got a love like no other. I love you and our son so much, Jayme.”
He ushered her higher onto his body, and before he could land his kiss, her lips pressed heartily into his own as she held his head in place, clutching his head to hers, never letting go. Her grip tight and demanding, she was hungry for the embrace, for his touch, his love. He relaxed, allowing her to take the lead and feed herself what she so desired. Anything he had was hers, so he opened himself further to her, sensing she needed to feel him in more ways than one.
While she kissed him hard and rough, she tugged at his zipper and with one slew maneuver of her fingers, she reached down into his boxer shorts and grabbed his cock in her warm palm.
“Ahhhh….” He sighed, loosening the lip lock as she tightened her grip on his dick. It took no time for him to be worked into his full, lengthy glory. He looked between their slightly parted bodies and watched as she devoured half the damn thing; the quaking head, knobby veins and twists along his length disappeared into her gorgeous mouth. He pumped his hips in response, and gently grabbed the back of her hair, coaxing himself in and out of her wet oral sweetness.
“Ahhh, Jayme…” Falling back to the bed, his eyes rolling, he let her take him away to heaven. He hoped no one interrupted with dire news; he hoped he could just have this moment with her, complete it, and relish in the afterthoughts. As her need grew, so did her sucking. Harder and harder… his knees drawn up, he clutched the sheets with both fists
and gritted his teeth as he lost his mind. He wanted to feel her so badly. He had no idea they’d get to make love again so soon, with all of the tension and everything going terribly wrong. But not only could he have her; he was experiencing her in a way that was new to him. Jayme was not typically aggressive in bed.
She was borderline violent with offenders at work. Her personality was as ‘in your face’ as one could get and still teeter over that line of decorum. She was stern and strict with people who repeatedly tested the limits, but still, she did it with love and concern. This was one of the many things he admired about the woman. Her ways at times perplexed him and in that, he found that she, too, could be his teacher. During their intimate moments, however, she was an entirely different person more times than not. She became his feminine feather — a tickle of a sweetheart, flirting about, allowing him to dominate her at will. That was his way, he needed that — he desired to be the one to mount and regulate, to orchestrate the entire thing but to do so non-selfishly with her pleasure always in mind. Now, the tables were turned .The woman was angry. She was a mother who’d lost her child. It didn’t matter much that it was voluntarily or not, or somewhere in the middle.
Before he could grab Jayme, force her onto her stomach and push deep within her, her pants hit the floor, followed by her boy-cut medium blue panties with matching ruffles. She eyed him like she hadn’t fucked in ages. His heart beat a bit faster —he didn’t like the look in her eye, now devoid of the usual warmth he’d come to associate with her. He refused to fight her though. That would be unfair, he’d win, and right now, she obviously needed, for once during this whole horrific ordeal, to feel in control of something, anything…If his cock had to be the sacrificial lamb, so be it.
She mounted him, hard, teeth bared. Leaning forward, she grabbed a fist full of his hair then proceeded to fuck the shit out of him, forcing him to return the favor.
“Ahhhh! Fuck, woman!”
His hip muscles clenched and relaxed at each thrust as they made the bed quake to their determined, heated movements. Grabbing onto her waist, he gained leverage. She struggled, trying to knock him away, but he refused.
You can ride me as hard and brutal as you like, Jayme, but I have to hold on to you…I have to touch you…
He stared into her eyes. His right one ticked and turned, like a camera lens trying to focus. In fact it was doing just that. He zoomed in on her sweetheart shaped lips, the way they were ever so slightly parted now… and then he looked at her eyes. A faraway look haunted them, but they glimmered with fresh tears she clearly refused to let fall.
“Come on baby…” he whispered, pouring all of his love into the three words. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be strong around me all the time.”
And like that, she bowed her head, continuing to ride him hard as fuck. Her hair tussled forward while wetness from her face — though he could no longer see it through the thick, off-black, untamed strands — dropped onto his stomach and chest. Some tears rolled, leaving a wet trail until they puddled into his navel. The warm, salty waterworks coated his body, one by one, like raindrops from a storm. They in fact were; his woman was on fire with hurt and anger. Her body bounced up and down on him like he was a motherfucker she wished she’d never met, though he knew she didn’t believe that…
He could barely keep up with her as she hastened her pace, driving her pelvis down to his, taking in his sword like it was nothing. She was as quiet as the morning creeping into a night sky and then, she gasped loud and primal, digging her palms into his chest as she fell forward, rocking, sobbing, cursing.
“Uhhh! Shiiiit! I fucking hate this! I hate this! I will make them pay, all of em!” She pounded his flesh as the angry tears continued to rain down on him.
“I know, baby. We will make them pay together...” he cooed, letting her abuse him, not caring at all that she was striking him so. They weren’t particularly painful, but he felt the determination in the strikes nevertheless. She had to do it, had to use him to get back to her center. After a few more seconds, he felt the warm and sweet nectar from her pussy coat his cock and trickle away. He lay there, not daring to move, allowing her to have the moment just as she needed it. After a while, she popped her head up, as if awakened from some strange dream. She looked around the room, then down at him, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Shhhhh….” was all he offered as he placed his index finger over her lips, then ushered her gently onto her back. He wanted her off the hook. There was no need for her to apologize, or try to explain the shit away. It happened. She wanted to fuck him, and fuck him hard, so she did. Yanking her legs open, he roughly kissed up and down her neck, prompting her to once again take a fistful of his hair.
“Now, it’s my turn…” he muttered between licks and kisses all along her upper body.
“No…no…” she stuttered, yet her body said something totally different. He felt her thighs encircle him before he’d even gotten into position and finished the sentence. Cupping her neck, he put a bit more of his weight upon her beautiful, glistening, listless body, flattening her breasts.
“Yes, yes…Uhhhhhhhh!”
And he entered her, making her immediately arch on the bed and gasp as her eyes widened and her lips parted open, grasping at words not yet said.
His thrusts were hard, determined, yet gentle and loving. He kept right on, not sure how much time they had, but he was going to make her understand how much he loved her…and that he didn’t give a shit if she fell apart every now and again. Matter of fact, if she was going to, he wanted to see it — to be the only witness, so she’d know that her secret would always be safe.
“Uhhhh! Uhhhh, baby! Uhhh! Jayme!” He rose on his arms and looked down at her, at the love in her eyes, for the warmth had returned.
There’s my baby…
Giving her a faint grin, he continued on, jarring the bed and her poor body until he’d had his fill…but he was nowhere near done.
“Uhhh!” He wrapped his tattooed arms tighter around his gorgeous, brown-skinned lover’s toned physique, almost afraid he’d break her as he squeezed her so, never wanting to let her go. It was angry sex, but not to express anger towards each other — they finally accepted some shit simply wasn’t in their control and they just couldn’t have that. Something had to give.
“Ohhhh!” she called out, clawing at him as he took her there. Her eyes rolled; he took his cue. Hastening his pace, he reached between their bumping bodies and stroked her clit, making her lose the last piece of mind she had left. “Ohhh! Xzion! Xzion! Uh!”
She closed her eyes tightly as he continued to dig deeply into her, their bodies slapping like hands across wet drums.
“Let it out…let it go…it’s okay!” he encouraged as he fell atop her, grinding himself inside of her to the limit, keeping her prisoner beneath him as his ass humped the fuck out of her, moving like a jack rabbit in a race between her quaking thighs.
She screamed in his ear, and the piercing noise rang over and over through his entire body. Instead of feeling miffed about the incident, he relished it for it caused his entire body, his entire physical system to vibrate and feel the pain of that woman, thoroughly and completely. Finally, he got a small glimmer of what it felt like to be Jayme. To be a human, a mother in need…
He continued on, rushing towards the imminent finish line.
“Uhhhh! Yes! Yes!”
He rose back onto his palms, returned her gaze. “We…are together, forever, just like you promised me!” he screamed. “Nothing will stand in our way. No one…uhhhh!” He squinted, the climax so strong, he began to lose control over his movements. “No one…will tear…our family…apart! No one, baby!” and with that, he exploded within her. The cool, silky fluid left his body and entered hers, his semen no doubt flowing through her like a river as he settled and rested against her quaking form, still looking deeply into that perfect woman’s dark brown eyes. Those peepers of hers darkened; something had swallowed the anger and replaced
it with something far more sinister. He’d seen it before, and he loved its twisted face. It was the little, yet just as diabolical, sister of hatred. The little fiend was here; she’d come to pay a visit…
Revenge, nice to see you.
Welcome home…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“I’m glad to see that you’ve come around, Xzion. I consider you a wise man. Now, hand me over the child and —”
“No, you’ve misunderstood the nature of my call to you. I stated to you, Jatorn, that I would give you Earth without my interference, as well as my son, if you personally come to Earth.” Xzion stood in his backyard, the exact spot where his son had been whisked away, causing an emotional scene he’d much rather forget. The soil was still compressed where the pod had set, and the snow that covered it melted faster than that in the other locations in the vast, tree-lined area. Like a border, the shrubbery held back a thick layering of woods, anchoring the wildlife nearby. Mother Nature dwelled all around, promising more blistery cold and not a shred of warmth in sight. The afternoon’s meager slice of sun had come, and the suburb in which Xzion dwelled was quite still and tranquil. An uprising was long overdue. Birds fluttered suddenly from branches, as if something had disturbed their peace. Something in fact had. Xzion’s eye blasted red light into the backdrop as he scanned his surroundings, ensuring no uninvited visitors loitered about.
“Well? I’m waiting for your answer, Jatorn,” he said blandly as he began to slowly pace, crunching and cracking the thin layer of ice across his back patio as he gripped the receiver device.
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