The water was ice cold as I entered it. “Verdomme! It is freezing!” My teeth were chattering, as my arousal decided to retreat to her lair. I was cooling down the heat which was wanting to explode from my body, the heat which was coaxed into life because of her.
I dunked my head under the water again, which covered every inch of my body in the freezing water. I welcomed the cold embrace of the water, in a pitiful attempt to put to sleep the arousal, which she had awakened inside of me.
My head exploded from the water as my body cried for air. I flung the wet braid, which was now in my face, over my head, before I wiped the water from my face. The splash of another body entering the water drew my attention back to Vadoma.
She was in the water, with her clothes still on, while she was swimming towards me. A dim part of my mind noticed her weapons were in the heap of items back at the camp. She swam to me, before saying in the most sultry voice I had ever heard from another person, “I was not done with you.”
Those simple words, with the promise in which they held, rekindled the fire I was hoping the lake would extinguish, as her right hand went to my damaged cheek, as her other hand snaked around to the small of my back, which held me in place against her body. I let her draw my body closer to her in the frigid water, as her right hand drifted along my cheek to the back of my neck, before her lips claimed mine. My arousal, which I had been trying to extinguish, came back alive, while it denied my insistence of I needed to be logical.
I have dreamed of kissing this wench, but in this moment, I realized the dream was a shade to this moment. Her lips were so gentle on mine, while the heat burned through my entire body. The hand on my back pulled me closer to her, as my body happily surrendered to her request, as my arms wrapped around her neck to draw her head closer to mine, as I deepened our kiss.
Then, her lips were gone from my lips, though our noses were still touching, with her thumb making small circles on my naked back. It took several moments for my brain to come back from whatever paradise in which it had found itself in.
When I opened my eye, I found her looking into my eyes. Not my eye, but my eyes, she was trying to gaze into my soul.
“W..W..What was that about,” I nervously stuttered to her. I did not want to break this moment, but I had to know.
“That? I tripped over by the edge of the lake and fell in, before somehow,” she shrugged her shoulders, “This kind of happened.” She paused for a moment, to let her words sink in.
I swear, this only happened, because I am pretty sure I had not been able to breathe, as I am sure there was something daft going on in my brain. “But, why?”
I do suspect at moments like this that I am mad as a hatter.
Her response was full of heat, want, need, promises to be made and pure pleasure in making those promises. “Because, I have wanted to kiss you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you.”
I really hate my mouth. In case I have not told you, my mouth does things without checking with my brain. “But, we are just friends.”
Really mouth? Are you trying to ruin this perfect moment? I think I may sew my lips shut after this, so you cannot do something stupid like this again.
She started to rub her nose on my nose. A sultry tone invaded her voice, which drew the words out, “I am pretty sure friends…can kiss…like this.”
She slowly closed the distance between our lips again, which increased my arousal by exponentials with how slowly she was torturing me. I could swear she took an eternity to cross the few fingers between our lips.
She was being a little more bold this time, as she bit my lower lip for me when she met our lips. Her tongue ran over my lower lip, as it sought permission to enter. I was not about to say no to this wench, so I let my lips fall apart. Her tongue played over my bottom teeth, before exploring my top teeth, until her tongue realized there was nothing in the way of her tongue finding mine. A tentative dart and touch was the first time our tongues met. My arms wrapped tighter around the back of her neck with a moan, which was trying to escape from my soul.
Then, her tongue was there in full force, which caused the fire between my legs to explode. She was playfully batting my tongue aside, before tenderly caressing my tongue with hers. Before I knew what was going on, or could explore her tongue, it was gone as her lips closed into a kiss upon my lips. I pulled my head back to separate our lips, while keeping our noses touching. Her hot breathe fell over my face.
I was the first to recover from the exchange, as I looked into her face. Her eyes were still closed, while her mouth was slightly parted. The heat of my arousal soared to new heights as it gazed at the utter peace and satisfaction on her face.
“If we do not get out of here, wench, I think our sun’s rise meal will be over cooked,” I quipped with our lips brushing with every word, thus evoking a small shudder of pleasure from both of us at the brief contacts of our lips.
Her voice was barely above a whisper as she responded, “Sun’s rise meal is the last thing on my mind, Relonor.”
I had to stop this moment. It was so new. I was afraid of what could happen. Then, my mind screamed at me, as it was telling me I did not know what to do. My mouth, who is an ever enthusiastic fan of wandering off, said, “Sun’s rise meal is the only thing on my stomach’s mind.”
The moment came to it’s end. Not as quickly as it had came into being, but it was a slow untangle of our bodies, little innocent touches to a our cheeks, my ribs or her shoulder. There was a tenderness to our touching, which was not there before this moment.
Trying to journal what happened after the kiss, with us getting out of the lake, is too complicated to put into words, as I do not believe I can get every action, thought or feeling down onto paper, to give that moment the justice it deserves.
Entry 10
4 Months Before
Turtle Silver Mine
West of Groenplaats
See Archive R.L 18.05.76.00153 Turtle Silver Mine for scientific notes and diagrams of this area.
I was almost fully naked to her regard coming back to the camp site. She had made no problem of stripping out of her wet clothes, before laying her clothes out to dry. She retrieved a quilt from the supplies, before wrapping us up into the quilt to have our fish for sun’s rise meal. After sun’s rise meal, which was more like sun’s crest meal, there were more heated kisses; however, she had been respectful of not going further than the kisses.
When her clothes were dry, we had helped each other dress, thus getting more innocent touches in the process. This time though, we did not hide our bodies from each other. My eye devoured every inch of her body, as I wanted to commit every piece of her flesh to my memory, as my wind vision devoured the sight when I would close my eye.
Her eyes held the same hunger to devour my flesh, at a pace in which I felt comfortable with. We had no words during those hours, as the only words being conveyed were by touches and by looks from our eyes.
After we were ready to explore, we had decided to climb the ridge, to check the landmarks, while making sure she had the right spot. I wanted to take the ridge to check the terrain, while making sure there was nothing untoward coming towards us. I was on guard duty for this…this what?
We had not talked about what has transpired between us. My friend? My love? My wench. I mean, if I had any doubts as to what was between us, let me tell you, I had it so undervalued. I love this wench with my heart, regardless of the title which was between us. I had thought we did need to have a talk, may chance allow, about what we were to each other.
While climbing this ridge, I noticed there was a lot of rock scree. What this missed was a mountain or rock source overhead, to produce the scree in which the ridge was made out of. I had noted this in the scientific journal I had on me at the time.
When we got to the top of the ridge, she was busy looking towards the mine, as I checked our back trail. The woods rose from the grasses in the valley behind us. The stream ran from the lake out of the valley
, as it traveled Southeast in my view.
Looking to the East, I could see Tidal Mountain in the distance. My eyes searched for movement, or smoke, anywhere I could see. I have my basic field lore, as it is taught to all the students in Centraleplaats. I know all of my signal fire craft knowledge, since we use signal fires to communicate quickly over long distances.
After being satisfied with our back trail, as I had found no problem in my search, I turned to Vadoma as I caught her closely watching me. I cocked my left eyebrow at the look she was giving me.
Vadoma’s mouth started spilling. “I was, like you know, um…thinking.” Vadoma looked down to her boots, as she found them interesting. “Are you okay with what just happened?” She was being extremely bashful with me.
I saw through the shy look she had for me, as I used my usual tact, “I think walking up this ridge was a good idea…”
She interrupted me hotly as she brought her eyes to meet mine. “No, you daft woman. I was talking about your lips and my lips!”
“I vaguely remember something about them meeting in pleasure, and we were both happy about it. Then, we have decided friends can kiss. So,…what was the problem with that?”
Vadoma looked at me for a long time with a blank face. “Okay, I seem to have been not there for that conversation. I will take notes on your accounts of the transpired interaction, while honoring the conclusions in which we agreed upon. One, friends can kiss. Two, we are both happy we can kiss each other. And three, I have started to loose my memories of time and conversations, thus I am becoming as mad as a hatter.”
I shared a chuckle with her. “Well, I mean…” I trailed off, as my mind was not exactly sure what I thought besides yes, and I want more. Then, I realized I started a sentence which made no sense with the thoughts in my head, before I tried again, “Can you give me some time to think about it? I mean, it is not a bad thing or anything, because I do like kissing you. I mean…Powers that Be! I have wanted to do that for some time, but I thought you were into men. And, you know, I thought you would not be interested in a person like me, with me being different and all.”
Vadoma’s face looked in shock. “Um, hello, you daft woman. What woman would not be interested in you? And, for your information, I like a person, not what they have or do not have. You can take your time…By the way, I do like kissing you too.” A smile crossed her face as she turned around to look out over the scenery.
The scenery in front of us led down the ridge into a dead end valley. I opened the spy glass to look over the valley. About half way through the valley, on the far ridge, there was a rectangular opening with some boulders which had fallen in front of the opening, while other boulders littered the valley floor. After a fast scan of the rest of the valley, nothing jumped out at me. With a more slow examination, I spent the next few moments studying the valley, as I looked for signs of of life with the spy glass. I payed closer attention to the boulders and the mouth of the cave, which was set in the rock’s face. In a few of the places, there were tufts of grasses spread about with small bushes. I spent several moments studying the area.
I closed the spy glass, as I replaced it into the case in which it was stored. I handed the case to Vadoma, who she stuffed it into one of her belt pouches. “Well, how do you want to proceed, wench?”
A small smirk crossed her lips, “We could either go down there now or wait for the sun’s rise.”
“Yea. That is the same options I see. I see no threats down there, with no signs of life around the area. So, wench, what do you want to do?”
“Our camp?” She thought aloud.
“If we do not make it back by sun’s fall, it will be there on the morrow. I am not overly concerned with the camp. I am only saying, this is your adventure. I am just here to watch you, wench.”
Her rebuttal came on the heels of what I had said, “You mean watch my butt.”
I smirked at our typical fight. With remembering her lips, I let the playfulness out of my mind, to enjoy a walk about. I responded in the most witty way I could, “I mean to say, my dear wench.”
“Weirdo.”
I turned around, before I brushed my lips to her, because friends can kiss. We have this fact established, with plenty of empirical data collected on this fact. Her eyes were still closed as I pulled back from her lips.
She quickly tumbled out her response, “We could go down, to see what is down there. Good idea. Let us go. You are making it too hard to share a quilt with you right now.”
Oh, too hard to share a quilt? With me? I was thinking the same damned thing.
“Then, off on our adventure we go,” I replied with a smile.
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See Archive R.L 18.05.76.00155 to R.L 18.05.76.00156 Turtle Silver Mine for scientific notes and diagrams of this area.
We had gotten to the bottom of the hill without much fuss. Both of us walked in silence, while keeping our eyes out for any danger. The cave was around a fifteen moment walk to reach.
The boulders we were passing were interesting. They looked as if they had been melted down. One had burrows through it, as if a worm had eaten through the rock. There were several skeletons, which had been there for many years, as they were barely visible in the pebbles, which had partially covered them. A few of the boulders were of some metal, which had long ago decayed to clumps of oxide.
Everything has it’s death.
When we got to the entrance of the cave, I realized what I had thought of as boulders were actually scree against tank husks. They were well rusted and worn in many areas by the elements, but the turret was not hard to miss. They did look like the canvas art, which I have seen in the tomes, with them referenced.
The cave was not a natural cave, as it was one cut out of the mountain face. It was too perfect in it’s shape. “I think this is one of the places of the Old People. If you see these mounts, I think these are tanks. And, this entrance is too perfect. If we go further into the cave, I am sure we will see tool marks on the walls.”
Vadoma looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, little miss smarty. But, I am sure you are wrong on one point.”
“Well, no. This part here,” I pointed towards one of the tanks.
She rolled her eyes as she interrupted me. “You are wrong on, ‘if we go further.’”
I rolled my eyes. If the Old People made it, then it was probably more stable than a naturally formed cave. I bit the corner of my mouth in thought.
If she is wanting to go inside, we can totally do that; however, we should stay in the area, if it is this large. We should stop if it narrows, or there is any visible damage to the cave.
I let my head start nodding up and down. I was there just as her guard, her friend, and her kissing partner. I snapped my thoughts away from her. But, I will tell you it is hard to do when you look over and right there, under her nose, those evil lips reside.
“Okay, but we need to be careful. And, you need to listen to me if I tell you that is far enough. The only question is how will you see?”
She responded hotly, “Girl, you are not the only one with secrets. I will be just fine in the dark.”
“Then, by all means, lead on, wench.” I held my hand out to the cave entrance as I closed my right eye.
My wind sight came to me, as it was showing me the cave entrance in the grays and blacks of my sight. The slow moving air currents gave me a blurry view, with the reduced white and light grays from my vision. The lack of air circulation made me feel a little uncomfortable, with the lack of clarity in my wind vision, as we entered the cave.
From what I could say, it was the size of three buildings inside, from where it widened up inside the entrance. Inside, there were many of the horseless conveyances and a tank, which was blocking the entrance into the larger section. The band of metal, which was around one side of the conveyance’s wheels, was laying off to the side of the other side of the conveyance’s wheels. I traversed the room as I used my wind sight to check the size of the room
. Vadoma stayed close to me, while taking a closer look at some things she found.
Vadoma had picked up a stick cylinder, while she turned it over a few times, before dropping it to the ground. The stick made a dull metal thump when it hit the ground. Vadoma looked to me before shrugging her shoulders. I shrugged mine back to her, only because I had no clue what it was, or what we were doing.
At the end of the room, the floor started to move downwards, while the width of the tunnel went back to the size of the entrance.
Vadoma looked up to a sign and read, “‘Welcome to Turtle Silver Mines.’” Her voice echoed in the tunnel. “‘Idaho Project E.L.E. shelter, site 4a. Unauthorized Access forbidden. Please have your state documents available for inspection.’” I looked to the sign as she read, but I saw none of the words she had read.
I walked up to the wall before I ran my hand over the stone, as I sought the tooling marks, to see if the cave was natural or cut out. My fingers found smooth stone underneath.
I retreated into my mind as I connected a few ideas. One, the walls were not natural. Second, the place was a mine, according to what she had read. The other evidence to support the sign was the ridge we hiked up. The scree would be a by product of mining, as that is the waste rock which was not needed from the mining process. I came back to the moment, while making a theory which stated: this was made by the Old People, which may be a bit safer than a natural cave. During the formation of my theory, I noticed Vadoma had crawled down to a lower section of floor.
I walked over to examine the floor. It looked like a step, which was made for someone much taller than I was. I sat down on my butt before swinging my legs over the edge, to drop the twenty hands to the bottom of the stair.
There was no notice as the flood dropped, as the walls lit up a bright white from the air, which was displaced while moving quickly with the floor falling.
Entry 11
4 Months Before
Relonor's Journal Page 11