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jeriendhal) wrote2010-07-13 04:30 pm
jeriendhal) wrote2010-07-13 04:30 pm
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Fic: Altered Trajectory (cont) PG-13
Started working on this again to gain a breather after that last scene from POW. PG-13 for one very naughty word.
That night he and Hazel made love for the first time since they had left the Falcon Claw. It was slow and steady, with much mutual touching and tasting, not the hard, almost pitying fuck that Hazel had given him after his disastrous check flight. In the afterglow they fell asleep almost at the same time, with Hazel’s head laying on his shoulder, as he nuzzled the tips of her ears gently.
Some hours later, Rufus awoke to the sound of a series of rapid knocks on their bedroom door. Before he could get up, Matthew opened it and slipped inside. As he blinked awake he could barely see the small grey shape of Terinu waiting in the hall outside, his spurs and tail flat with worry.
“Eh, what?” Rufus muttered as Hazel stirred beside him.
“I’m sorry, Mister Brushtail, but you have to get up,” Matthew said. “Administrator Gisko is here to take you to the Gene Mage.”
“Whu? Now?” Hazel muttered, rolling off the bed and to her feet, keeping a sheet wrapped around herself for the boy’s sake. Rufus pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes, trying to get his thoughts in some kind of muzzy order.
“Goddess bless, child,” he said, peering at his wrist chrono lying on the bedside table. “It’s three hours till dawn. Why now?”
“From the way Administrator Gisko was looking, I’m not sure you have until dawn to see him,” Matthew said.
“Oh, crap,” Hazel muttered, letting the sheet drop and pulling on her pants. Matthew’s face flushed and he turned around quickly to face away from her and Rufus both as they began to pull on clothing and brush out their fur with their claws. They all trouped downstairs to find Gisko flanked by a pair of aides, waiting for them in the foyer along with a tousle headed Lance.
“Good, you are all here. I ask that you accompany me to the Lord Gene Mage’s residence,” he said, his voice rumbling and his eyes rheumy, as if he had not slept this night.
“Why now, what’s changed?” Rufus asked.
“As of two hours ago my Lord Gene Mage’s condition has begun to deteriorate. A result, I think, of him driving himself so hard in his quest to restore the Ferin. If you wish to speak to him, you must come with me now.”
“All right,” Rufus agreed after a glance at Hazel, who nodded her assent. Beside them, Matthew silently handed the end of Terinu’s leash to his friend, who clipped it onto his collar. Then they all headed out to the large ground skimmer waiting outside, which whisked them to a residence set in the center of a large garden by the edge of the sea.
“Not as big as I thought it would be,” Hazel observed. Indeed, the Gene Mage’s home, taking into account his race’s large size, was hardly bigger than an average vulpine commoner’s house.
“He spent most of his time in the gestation labs,” Gisko noted as they stepped out of the skimmer. “His home he used merely for sleeping and eating.”
TBC
That night he and Hazel made love for the first time since they had left the Falcon Claw. It was slow and steady, with much mutual touching and tasting, not the hard, almost pitying fuck that Hazel had given him after his disastrous check flight. In the afterglow they fell asleep almost at the same time, with Hazel’s head laying on his shoulder, as he nuzzled the tips of her ears gently.
Some hours later, Rufus awoke to the sound of a series of rapid knocks on their bedroom door. Before he could get up, Matthew opened it and slipped inside. As he blinked awake he could barely see the small grey shape of Terinu waiting in the hall outside, his spurs and tail flat with worry.
“Eh, what?” Rufus muttered as Hazel stirred beside him.
“I’m sorry, Mister Brushtail, but you have to get up,” Matthew said. “Administrator Gisko is here to take you to the Gene Mage.”
“Whu? Now?” Hazel muttered, rolling off the bed and to her feet, keeping a sheet wrapped around herself for the boy’s sake. Rufus pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes, trying to get his thoughts in some kind of muzzy order.
“Goddess bless, child,” he said, peering at his wrist chrono lying on the bedside table. “It’s three hours till dawn. Why now?”
“From the way Administrator Gisko was looking, I’m not sure you have until dawn to see him,” Matthew said.
“Oh, crap,” Hazel muttered, letting the sheet drop and pulling on her pants. Matthew’s face flushed and he turned around quickly to face away from her and Rufus both as they began to pull on clothing and brush out their fur with their claws. They all trouped downstairs to find Gisko flanked by a pair of aides, waiting for them in the foyer along with a tousle headed Lance.
“Good, you are all here. I ask that you accompany me to the Lord Gene Mage’s residence,” he said, his voice rumbling and his eyes rheumy, as if he had not slept this night.
“Why now, what’s changed?” Rufus asked.
“As of two hours ago my Lord Gene Mage’s condition has begun to deteriorate. A result, I think, of him driving himself so hard in his quest to restore the Ferin. If you wish to speak to him, you must come with me now.”
“All right,” Rufus agreed after a glance at Hazel, who nodded her assent. Beside them, Matthew silently handed the end of Terinu’s leash to his friend, who clipped it onto his collar. Then they all headed out to the large ground skimmer waiting outside, which whisked them to a residence set in the center of a large garden by the edge of the sea.
“Not as big as I thought it would be,” Hazel observed. Indeed, the Gene Mage’s home, taking into account his race’s large size, was hardly bigger than an average vulpine commoner’s house.
“He spent most of his time in the gestation labs,” Gisko noted as they stepped out of the skimmer. “His home he used merely for sleeping and eating.”
TBC
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...somehow I pity him...
..will he be able to restore the Ferin before his deterioration gets too far?
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