So I thought Id write another story, appoligies for the formatting when I copy pasted from word it messed it up, I have tried my best to fix it.
https://www.imagebam.com/view/ME15ITP9https://www.imagebam.com/view/ME15ITPAThe bass thrummed, a living thing vibrating through Kal’s chest, through the very floor beneath his worn boots. Laughter, sharp and bright, cut through the din, mingling with the clink of glasses and the murmur of a hundred conversations. The air, thick with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne, pressed in around him. This was 2023, the after-party for some awards show he barely remembered, a blur of flashing lights and forced smiles in the historical archives. He adjusted the leather jacket on his shoulders, the familiar weight a comfort. His eyes, the colour of glacial ice, scanned the room, picking through the throng of faces, each one a potential target for his peculiar brand of temporal tourism.
A flash of pale pink caught his attention, a ripple of satin in the kaleidoscopic light. She stood near a velvet rope, a small, dark clutch bag clutched in her hand, her blonde hair a cascade of moonlight around her shoulders. Her eyes, a striking blend of blue and green, held a flicker of something he recognized—a weary impatience, an underlying boredom with the spectacle. Eden. The name echoed in his mind, pulled from the vast, indexed memory banks of his temporal device. Twenty-four years old, an actress on the cusp of something big, though her true fame would blossom years after this particular night. He knew her future, knew the roles she would embody, the headlines she would generate. But tonight, he was interested in a more intimate, immediate future.
He moved through the crowd, a phantom current parting the human sea. His gaze remained fixed on her, noting the delicate curve of her neck, the way the pink satin dress clung to her slim, athletic frame, hinting at the subtle swell of her breasts above the orange trim of the bodice. She had a faint, almost imperceptible sway, a restless energy that belied her composed posture.
He stopped a few feet from her, letting the noise of the party wash over them both. He didn't need to introduce himself; his reputation, or rather, the effect of his presence, often preceded him. He simply waited, letting his blue-white eyes meet hers across the pulsating space.
Her head tilted, a subtle shift, as she felt his gaze. Her blue-green eyes, sharp and intelligent, narrowed slightly, assessing him. A faint smile, almost imperceptible, touched her lips.
"You’re not from here, are you?". Her voice, a low alto, carried a surprising clarity over the music, a hint of something playful, challenging.
He allowed a small, knowing smile to play on his lips.
"Here?". He paused, letting the word hang in the air. "Time and place, they’re relative, aren’t they?".
Her brows arched, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes.
"Oh, a philosopher. This party just got interesting. Most of them are just trying to get a selfie".
He took a step closer, the scent of her, something floral and bright, reaching him.
"I prefer genuine connections. And I appreciate beauty that transcends the fleeting trends of a moment".
Her gaze lingered on his face, a curious intensity in her eyes. She took him in, the short brown hair, the sharp, almost alien blue-white eyes, the easy confidence in his posture.
You have a way with words. Or perhaps, a way of seeing.
He extended a hand, his touch light as he brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her cheek. Her skin felt warm, alive beneath his fingertips.
"Kal".
"Eden". She didn’t offer her hand, but her eyes held his, a silent invitation.
The music shifted, a slower, more sensual beat taking hold. The crowd seemed to melt away, leaving them in their own bubble of quiet intensity.
"This party is… over-stimulating". She gestured vaguely at the swirling chaos around them. "I’ve had enough forced smiles for one night".
He understood. He always did. The temporal archives had given him a comprehensive understanding of human psychology across the centuries.
"I know a place. Quieter. More… conducive to conversation".
Her lips curved into a full smile this time, a flash of white teeth.
"Oh? And where might that be, Kal? Some secret speakeasy only you know about?".
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low murmur, just for her.
"My chariot awaits. And it’s far more comfortable than any speakeasy".
Her eyes widened, a spark of intrigue igniting within them. She liked the mystery, the unconventional approach. It was a refreshing change from the usual fawning and sycophancy she endured.
"A chariot? You really are from another time, aren’t you?".
He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound.
"You could say that".
She hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room one last time, as if severing ties with the mundane. Then, she met his gaze, a decisive glint in her blue-green eyes.
"Lead the way, then. My feet are killing me in these heels".
He offered her his arm. She took it, her fingers delicate against the leather of his jacket. They moved as one, a silent departure from the pulsating heart of the party. The air outside was cool, a welcome relief after the stuffiness of the ballroom. A sleek, black limousine, impossibly long and gleaming, waited at the curb. The chauffeur, a silent, imposing figure, held the door open.
She slid inside, the plush leather seats swallowing her with a soft sigh. Kal followed, the door closing behind them with a muffled thud, sealing them in a cocoon of privacy. The hum of the engine was a gentle lullaby.
"This is quite the chariot". She stretched her legs, her bare feet, with their perfectly pedicured toes, peeking out from under the hem of her dress.
"It has its uses". He watched her, a slow, appreciative smile on his face. He loved these moments, the anticipation, the subtle dance of attraction.
"So, where are we going?". Her voice was soft, laced with a hint of curiosity and something more, something eager.
"To your hotel, if you’ll have me". He kept his tone even, letting her make the next move.
Her eyes, luminous in the dim light of the limo, met his. The playful challenge was gone, replaced by a raw, undeniable desire. She leaned closer, the scent of her perfume growing stronger, more intoxicating.
"I think I would". She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt through him.
He captured her hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. Her skin was smooth, silken.
"You’re beautiful, Eden. More beautiful than the archives could ever convey".
A shiver ran through her, a visible tremor. Her breath hitched.
"The archives? You keep surprising me, Kal".
He shifted, turning fully towards her. The space between them evaporated. He felt the warmth radiating from her body, the soft brush of her satin dress against his jeans.
"I have a feeling tonight will be full of surprises. For both of us".
His hand found her waist, drawing her closer until her hip pressed against his. He felt the subtle curve of her body, the soft give of her flesh. Her eyes fluttered, her gaze dropping to his lips.
"I like surprises". She whispered, her voice husky.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, a whisper of a kiss. Her mouth was soft, yielding. He deepened the kiss, a slow, deliberate exploration. Her lips parted, inviting him in. His tongue, warm and seeking, met hers, a gentle dance that rapidly intensified. He tasted champagne and something uniquely her, a sweetness that made his head spin. She moaned, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his lips. Her hands moved, finding purchase on his shoulders, then tangling in his short brown hair, pulling him closer, demanding more.
His hand slid lower, over the smooth satin of her dress, tracing the curve of her hip, then moving higher, towards the swell of her breast. He felt the delicate lace of her bra beneath the fabric, the warmth of her skin. She arched into his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his thumb brushed against the soft mound of her breast.
"Mmm, you feel good". He murmured against her lips, his voice rough with desire.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, a faint tug.
"So do you".
The limo glided to a stop, a barely perceptible halt. The chauffeur, ever discreet, remained silent, a statue outside their private world. The hotel.
He broke the kiss, reluctantly, his breath ragged. Her eyes were still closed, her lips swollen, glistening.
"We’re here".
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with desire. She looked at him, then at the darkened window, a faint blush colouring her cheeks.
"Oh. Right".
He straightened, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Shall we continue this inside?".
She nodded, a quick, eager movement.
"Yes. Please".
He exited the limo first, then turned, offering her his hand. She took it, her touch still electric. They walked through the hushed lobby, a blur of polished marble and hushed voices. No one seemed to notice them, or perhaps, they simply didn't care. They were just another couple, lost in their own world.
The elevator ride was agonizingly slow, the silence punctuated only by their ragged breaths and the soft hum of the machinery. Her fingers still intertwined with his, a silent promise.
The hotel room was a suite, luxurious and impersonal, with sweeping views of the city lights twinkling like scattered diamonds below. But neither of them noticed the view. Their eyes were locked, a silent conversation passing between them.
She pulled him further into the room, her grip firm on his hand. She didn't bother with the lights, letting the ambient glow from the city outside filter in, casting long, dramatic shadows.
Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly in her eagerness. He stood still, letting her undress him, watching the intensity in her blue-green eyes. She unbuttoned each one, her fingers brushing against his chest, sending shivers down his spine. The white tee-shirt came next, then the leather jacket, discarded carelessly on the floor. His toned chest, sculpted from years of temporal travel and the occasional skirmish, was revealed.
She ran her hands over his chest, her touch light, exploring.
"You’re… magnificent". She breathed, her voice a low purr.
He reached for her, his fingers finding the delicate orange straps of her dress. He slipped them from her shoulders, the satin sighing as it fell, pooling around her feet like a discarded skin. She stood before him, clad only in white silk panties, her slim, athletic body a vision in the dim light. Her breasts, full and round, rose and fell with her quickened breaths, her nipples already firm, beckoning.
He knelt before her, his eyes tracing the curve of her calves, the delicate arch of her feet. He took one of her feet in his hand, admiring the perfectly painted toes, the subtle veins beneath the skin. He brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her instep, then suckling gently on her big toe.
She gasped, a soft, startled sound, her fingers tangling in his hair once more.
"Oh. That’s… unexpected". "But good, very good".
He continued his exploration, his tongue tracing the delicate space between each toe, then moving to her heel, then the ball of her foot. He loved the taste of her, clean and faintly sweet. He moved to the other foot, repeating the slow, sensual ritual. She swayed above him, her hands on his shoulders, her head thrown back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
He rose, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached for the elastic band of her white silk panties, his fingers brushing against the soft blonde hair at her crotch. She shivered, her hips instinctively pressing forward. He slid them down, slowly, deliberately, over her hips, past her thighs, until they joined the satin dress in a discarded heap on the floor.
She stood naked before him, her body a masterpiece. Her blonde pubic hair, a soft, inviting triangle, framed her pussy, already glistening with anticipation. Her clit, a small, sensitive pearl, peeked out from beneath her inner labia.
He reached out, his finger tracing the outline of her pussy, then dipping into the slick wetness. She gasped, her knees trembling.
"You’re so wet, Eden". "So ready".
Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted.
"I am". "I’m so ready for you, Kal".
He lowered himself onto the bed, pulling her down with him. She landed softly on top of him, her warm, naked body pressing against his. He felt her soft breasts flatten against his chest, her nipples brushing against his skin, sending electric currents through him. Her pussy, hot and slick, pressed against his hardened cock, already straining against the fabric of his jeans.
His hands found her ass, cupping the firm, round cheeks, pulling her tighter against him. He felt the heat of her core, the wetness seeping through his jeans.
"Mmm, you fit perfectly". He groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Her hips began to move, a slow, grinding motion against his erection.
"Oh, God, Kal". "I can feel you, I need you inside me".
He rolled them over, gently, until he was above her, his weight supported by his elbows. He looked down at her, her eyes wide, filled with a mixture of desire and a nascent vulnerability. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, thoroughly, his tongue delving into her mouth, exploring every curve, every crevice. She met his intensity, her tongue dancing with his, a passionate ballet. He tasted her need, her hunger, and it fuelled his own.
He pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes.
"I want to taste you, all of you".
Her breath hitched.
"Yes, please".
He lowered his head, his lips tracing a path down her neck, over her collarbone, lingering on the soft skin of her shoulders. He moved lower, suckling gently on her breasts, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth, tugging, teasing. She arched her back, a soft cry escaping her lips.
"Oh, yes! Don’t stop".
He alternated between her nipples, sometimes taking both into his mouth, sometimes gently nipping, sometimes rolling them between his tongue and teeth. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, pressing his face against her breasts. He felt her heart pounding against his lips, a frantic drum.
He moved lower still, his tongue tracing a path over her flat stomach, past her navel, until he reached the blonde triangle of her pubic hair. He inhaled her scent, musky and sweet, a primal aroma that drove him wild. He parted her labia with his fingers, revealing her glistening pussy, the engorged clit throbbing with anticipation.
He dipped his tongue into her pussy, a slow, deliberate lick, exploring the slick folds, the sensitive inner labia. She cried out, her hips bucking beneath him.
"Oh, my God! Yes!".
He focused on her clit, circling it with his tongue, then suckling gently, drawing it into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered, her legs spreading wider, offering him full access. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, her body trembling.
"Faster, Kal! Please!".
He increased the intensity, his tongue a relentless weapon of pleasure, darting, flicking, swirling around her clit. He felt the tremors begin in her body, building, building. Her moans grew louder, more desperate.
"Ahhh! Oh, fuck! fuck!".
He felt her hips spasm, her body arching off the bed. A wave of pure pleasure washed over her, a torrent of sensation. She cried out, a long, drawn-out sound of pure release, her legs twitching, her body writhing. Her pussy convulsed around his tongue, releasing a fresh flood of wetness.
He continued to lick and suckle until her tremors subsided, until her breathing slowed. He looked up at her, her eyes heavy-lidded, her face flushed, a look of pure bliss etched on her features.
"You’re incredible". She whispered, her voice hoarse.
He smiled, a triumphant glint in his blue-white eyes.
"And you, Eden, are a symphony".
He moved back up her body, his lips finding hers once more. This kiss was softer, sweeter, a tender acknowledgment of the pleasure he had given her. He felt her hands caress his face, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.
He reached down, his hand finding the rigid length of his cock, pressing it against her wet pussy. She gasped, a fresh wave of desire washing over her.
"Please, Kal". "I need you inside me, Now".
He positioned himself, his cock, thick and hot, pressing against her opening. He felt her wetness, the soft resistance of her flesh. He pushed, slowly, deliberately, feeling the tip of his cock slide inside her, a warm, tight embrace.
She whimpered, her body tensing, then relaxing, accepting him.
"Oh, you’re so big". "So full".
He pushed further, inch by agonizing inch, until the head of his cock was fully inside her. He paused, letting her adjust, letting her body acclimate to his size. He felt her muscles clench around him, a delicious squeeze.
He withdrew slightly, then pushed again, deeper this time, until his balls slapped softly against her ass. He was fully inside her, a perfect fit. He groaned, the sensation overwhelming.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, her heels digging into his lower back. Her hips began to move, meeting his thrusts, setting a rhythm.
He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm at first, then building in intensity. His hips pounded against hers, a primal beat. He felt the slick, wet friction of their bodies, the shlicking sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her moans mingled with his grunts, a symphony of raw pleasure.
"Faster, Kal!". "She cried out, her voice a breathless gasp. Give it to me!".
He obeyed, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, deeper. He felt the walls of her pussy gripping him, milking him with every stroke. His balls slapped against her ass with increasing force, a rhythmic thwack. He leaned down, kissing her neck, her shoulder, tasting her sweat, her musk.
He felt the tremors begin in his own body, the familiar build-up of pressure. He knew he was close, dangerously close.
"Eden, I’m…". He gritted his teeth, fighting for control.
"Don’t stop!" She cried, her voice hoarse with urgency. "Come inside me!".
He pulled her hips up, tilting her slightly, aiming for her cervix. He felt the soft bump, then plunged deep, a hard, desperate thrust. She screamed, a raw, primal sound of pure ecstasy. Her body convulsed around his cock, milking him, squeezing him, pulling him further into her.
He felt the explosion, a wave of molten heat washing over him, through him. He groaned, a guttural sound, as his seed erupted inside her, filling her, a warm, sticky release. He collapsed on top of her, his body heavy, spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
She held him tight, her fingers digging into his back, her body still trembling from her own climax. Her pussy still pulsed around his cock, warm and wet.
"Oh, Kal". She whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Oh, my God".
He lifted his head, his blue-white eyes meeting her blue-green ones. A soft smile touched his lips.
"That was…". He trailed off, unable to find the words.
"Perfect". She finished for him, her eyes shining. "Absolutely perfect".
They lay there for a long time, their bodies intertwined, the sounds of their laboured breathing slowly evening out. The city lights outside continued to twinkle, indifferent to the tempest that had just raged within the room.
He shifted, extracting himself slowly, reluctantly, from her body. She whimpered softly at the loss of contact. He pulled the sheet over them, covering their nakedness.
"You’re a phenomenal lover, Kal". She said, her voice soft, almost a whisper.
He ran a hand through her still-damp hair.
"And you, Eden, are an exquisite canvas".
She turned her head, looking at him, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"So, the time traveller. Are you going to tell me about it? Your archives? Your chariot?".
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound.
"Perhaps another time. Some mysteries are best left for the morning. Or for a future encounter".
Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, her touch light, possessive.
"Will there be a future encounter?".
He met her gaze, a hint of something unreadable in his blue-white eyes.
"Time, Eden, is a river. And I am but a traveller upon its currents. I go where the current takes me".
A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, quickly masked.
"So, you just… disappear?". "After this?".
He didn’t answer directly. Instead, he pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"For now, let’s just be here. In this moment".
She sighed, a soft sound of acceptance. She nestled into his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. He felt the soft rise and fall of her breath against his skin. He closed his eyes, savouring the warmth of her body, the scent of their lovemaking.
He knew, with the certainty of one who had seen countless futures, that he would eventually move on. There were other celebrities, other eras, other experiences to be had. His temporal device, a silent, unseen presence on the bedside table, hummed faintly, a constant reminder of his true purpose. But for now, in this stolen moment in 2023, with Eden warm and pliant in his arms, he allowed himself to simply exist, a man, not a traveller, lost in the sweet aftermath of desire. The memories, fresh and vivid, would be stored, indexed, and revisited, but the raw, immediate pleasure of it, the heat and the passion, was a fleeting gift, savoured only in the present. And as dawn began to paint the sky with streaks of pink and orange, mirroring the trim on her discarded dress, he knew this was one memory he would revisit often.
Topic: After the Afterparty (Eden Taylor-Draper) (Read 1361 times)