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jeriendhal) wrote2008-04-09 07:26 pm
jeriendhal) wrote2008-04-09 07:26 pm
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Fic: Altered Trajectory, Part One (PG-13)
Yes, it's a new Alt-Ru & Hazel story. No, I haven't stopped working on Flyboys, I just had technical difficulties acessing the file at work so I decided to start something new until I could get to my backup copy.
“Rufus?”
“Hrm?” He pulled the covers over his head, as he felt Hazel poke at his side.
“Wake up, my leg has disappeared.”
“Mmm… Where did you see it last?”
Poke, poke. “On the floor, next to my pants.”
“Ah.” He pulled the covers back, before she got more enthusiastic about waking him, say by pulling the mattress cover off the bed, along with himself. Hazel was sitting on the edge of his bed, in the flat he had recently purchased after getting out of the hospital. She was lovely vision to see this early in the morning, naked except for her dark brown fur and the metal base plate installed on the end of the stump of her right thigh. “I really don’t see how you could lose something that. I mean my arm is…” He paused, trying to figure out where he’d put his right arm while they were busy pulling each other’s clothes off the night before, in celebration of his cardiac surgeon giving him a clean bill of health after installing his artificial heart.
“Ha, ha, you weren’t paying attention either.” She kneeled down, holding onto the edge of the bed for balance. “Ah, there it is. It got kicked under the bed.” She pulled out the chromed prosthesis, snapping it into her base plate and wiggling her black artificial claws as it powered up.
“Good for you, did you see my arm under there?” Rufus made to get up, but before he could manage it Hazel pushed her hand against the patchy fur still growing out on his chest, forcing him back down on the bed.
“That’s what I like about having two arms to your one, it makes wrestling so much easier.” She then proved her point by grabbing his left wrist and pinning it over his head as she sat across his stomach, before planting a deep kiss on his muzzle.
“Mmm, some matches are worth losing,” he said, coming up for air. Then he let out a loud groan as the comset on the nightstand began chiming. “It’s not even 0830 yet!”
“I’ll get it,” Hazel said, keeping her grip on his wrist while she fished for the comset. “I’ll tell them you’re about to get tied up in something very important.” She pressed it into her ear, grinned, and said in her best automated secretary voice, “You’ve reached the residence of Lord Ru Ofanius Brushtail, may I take a message?”
Her cheerful expression faded and then she covered the mic and said, “It’s an aide to the Minister of External Affairs.” She plucked out the comset and handed it to Rufus, letting go of his wrist and rolling off of him.
Rufus frowned and sat up, placing the comset in his own ear as he said, “Hello, this is Lord Ru Ofanius.” He paused, listening. “What, immediately? All right, very well. Let him know I’ll be over shortly.” He clicked off the set and placed back on the nightstand, frowning.
“What’s happening, Ru?”
“The Minister requests an interview with me, as soon as I can conveniently arrive at his office.”
“Well, that’s not so bad. We can still have a bit of fun before you leave.”
He shook his head. “The aide emphasized that the Minister had cleared his morning schedule for me.”
Hazel’s eyebrows rose as her ears rotated back in surprise. “Oh. What do you think they want, Rufus?”
“No doubt it has something to do with my little speech before the Council of Farm Lords last month.” A speech he had given after he’d been voluntarily injected with interrogation drugs, that had ended with the aorta of his old heart almost literally exploding in his chest.
“Maybe he wants some clarification on what you said.”
“I was interviewed by the Ministry of Intelligence twice while I was recovering in the hospital.”
“What then?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t imagine it’s anything good. Help me get my arm on, so I can get showered and dressed.”
Grumbling, Hazel fished out his arm from under the bed. It was colored a sandy beige in a pathetic attempt to match his natural fur, but at least it was waterproofed so he could take a shower without aid. Not that showering with a little help from Hazel wasn’t something to look forward to. She snapped it in place for him, saying, “I still say I should have told them you were going to be tied up.”
He smiled. “That would have been nice, but I don’t think I have any rope around here.”
“Silly male, that’s what bathrobe sashes are for.”
TBC
“Rufus?”
“Hrm?” He pulled the covers over his head, as he felt Hazel poke at his side.
“Wake up, my leg has disappeared.”
“Mmm… Where did you see it last?”
Poke, poke. “On the floor, next to my pants.”
“Ah.” He pulled the covers back, before she got more enthusiastic about waking him, say by pulling the mattress cover off the bed, along with himself. Hazel was sitting on the edge of his bed, in the flat he had recently purchased after getting out of the hospital. She was lovely vision to see this early in the morning, naked except for her dark brown fur and the metal base plate installed on the end of the stump of her right thigh. “I really don’t see how you could lose something that. I mean my arm is…” He paused, trying to figure out where he’d put his right arm while they were busy pulling each other’s clothes off the night before, in celebration of his cardiac surgeon giving him a clean bill of health after installing his artificial heart.
“Ha, ha, you weren’t paying attention either.” She kneeled down, holding onto the edge of the bed for balance. “Ah, there it is. It got kicked under the bed.” She pulled out the chromed prosthesis, snapping it into her base plate and wiggling her black artificial claws as it powered up.
“Good for you, did you see my arm under there?” Rufus made to get up, but before he could manage it Hazel pushed her hand against the patchy fur still growing out on his chest, forcing him back down on the bed.
“That’s what I like about having two arms to your one, it makes wrestling so much easier.” She then proved her point by grabbing his left wrist and pinning it over his head as she sat across his stomach, before planting a deep kiss on his muzzle.
“Mmm, some matches are worth losing,” he said, coming up for air. Then he let out a loud groan as the comset on the nightstand began chiming. “It’s not even 0830 yet!”
“I’ll get it,” Hazel said, keeping her grip on his wrist while she fished for the comset. “I’ll tell them you’re about to get tied up in something very important.” She pressed it into her ear, grinned, and said in her best automated secretary voice, “You’ve reached the residence of Lord Ru Ofanius Brushtail, may I take a message?”
Her cheerful expression faded and then she covered the mic and said, “It’s an aide to the Minister of External Affairs.” She plucked out the comset and handed it to Rufus, letting go of his wrist and rolling off of him.
Rufus frowned and sat up, placing the comset in his own ear as he said, “Hello, this is Lord Ru Ofanius.” He paused, listening. “What, immediately? All right, very well. Let him know I’ll be over shortly.” He clicked off the set and placed back on the nightstand, frowning.
“What’s happening, Ru?”
“The Minister requests an interview with me, as soon as I can conveniently arrive at his office.”
“Well, that’s not so bad. We can still have a bit of fun before you leave.”
He shook his head. “The aide emphasized that the Minister had cleared his morning schedule for me.”
Hazel’s eyebrows rose as her ears rotated back in surprise. “Oh. What do you think they want, Rufus?”
“No doubt it has something to do with my little speech before the Council of Farm Lords last month.” A speech he had given after he’d been voluntarily injected with interrogation drugs, that had ended with the aorta of his old heart almost literally exploding in his chest.
“Maybe he wants some clarification on what you said.”
“I was interviewed by the Ministry of Intelligence twice while I was recovering in the hospital.”
“What then?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t imagine it’s anything good. Help me get my arm on, so I can get showered and dressed.”
Grumbling, Hazel fished out his arm from under the bed. It was colored a sandy beige in a pathetic attempt to match his natural fur, but at least it was waterproofed so he could take a shower without aid. Not that showering with a little help from Hazel wasn’t something to look forward to. She snapped it in place for him, saying, “I still say I should have told them you were going to be tied up.”
He smiled. “That would have been nice, but I don’t think I have any rope around here.”
“Silly male, that’s what bathrobe sashes are for.”
TBC
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Yayy, more alt.Rufus and Hazel business =)
Great. With the inevitable cliff-hanger... *grins*
Thank you.
Let me guess... Another vessel from the Human GSA territory has arrived / is arriving and Gwen is in there?
Or the cyber-glider Gwen hacked into Vulpine computers and demands Ru's extradition in order to prevent her to crash all the Vulpine communications and supply systems?
Looking forward to the next instalments.
mjkj
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Oh, what a pity ... well, it was just my imagination then...
But still looking forward to the next instalments... =)
mjkj