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Beachcombing for Iron	By : dweller_of_roots Category: +G through L > Lighthouse: The Dark Being Views: 1025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For the first time in what seemed like ages, I slept peacefully.
No dreams of children being kidnapped in the dark, of mechanical monsters and tortured friends.
And yet, as the last grains of sleep fled from my eyes - everything sank in all at once, washing over me in a swell of unfiltered and uncontrolled emotions.
I'd slept with Liryl. She still clung to me tightly, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulling tightly, even in the throes of sleep. Her body was sprawled out above mine, and I could still feel it's warmth. Her slight, stuttering breathes were only rarely punctuated by the occasional shift of her body, hips unmoving from where they lay firmly locked to mine.
... I could alreayd feel myself growing hard, again. Embarrassed, I thought about getting up - but doing so would've dislodged her to the ground, and I had no intention of doing that. My fingers cradled her neck subconsciously as I thought about her - and I turned my eyes from the red forests around us to the woman nestled against me. Strands of blond hair, normally straight yet curled by the night before, hung over her shuttered eyelids. I brushed the strands away, gently. Her eyes opened, blinking against the light as a half-smile slid wordlessly to her lips.
Neither of us said anything. What was there to say? I'd wanted this - apparently, not as much as she had. But what now? Despite claiming that she wanted just this moment... I couldn't shake the feeling of how right this was, how good it felt to be next to her; and with that, the fragile state it existed in. When my time here was up, what next? Would Jeremiah live up to his original promises, destroy the portal machine - destroy this tiny happiness that Liryl and I had stumbled to?
By far, the easy option was not to think about it. Despite my protests though - I don't think I liked that option. I don't think many of us like easy options, for better or for worse.
"Hey, you. G'morning."
... As far as post-coitus pick-ups go, it probably could've been a bit better.
"I am - Well."
Liryl's grin threatened to spill over her teeth if she kept smiling like that. She wasn't even blushing anymore, simply smiling so brightly it outdid the red leaves fallen around us.
"You seem to be a little... Thoughtful, however. Was - it not -"
"No. No no! No. No. That was, uhmn... "
Laughing like a moron, my sentance slipped out of my head as Liryl slid over me - intentionally, if the slightly cruel spark in her eyes was any indication.
"Amazing. Please don't do that right now, I need to talk to you.
"It can't... Wait?"
"... Maybe just a little."
We took our time cleaning up - my back was pretty sore from the second night that it'd been overworked, though the lichen really did work as a good blanket. We didn't have anything on hand for breakfast, but Liryl pointed out some trees which had fruits - I think they were fruits - roughly the size of my fist. They were a darker, brownish-red then the leaves and their taste was rich and similar to roasted chestnuts. We ate several as we made our way back to the train... Very lazily, with Liryl often stopping me to point out tracks in the landscape from animals that managed to stay one step ahead of us.
Thankfully, that gave me a little time to build up my courage.
"Liryl - Are you really happy, here?"
That wasn't what I had meant to say at all, but Liryl perked up slightly at my words, eyeing me over inquistively.
"Yes. I am - very happy, here. This place is my home... And even if it is... Like this, and I am the last - I... Cherish it. Why do you ask?"
Shuffling my shoulders nervously, I tried to find the answer to myself - and did, though it took all my energy to ask.
"There isn't any future here for you, Liryl... Come with me, to my world. It's strange - but you said you wanted to see different places, didn't you? What could be more different than another world..? I - If you wanted to live with me, I - "
Liryl laughed quietly, but without malice.
"You certainly move quickly, don't you... I - I would very much like to visit your world. But I do not think... I want to stay there. I told you before. Even if this ends... I am happy with this. We have been lucky to have... This moment. Perhaps it will continue, perhaps not. But the future will find me - and it will find me, here."
It was my turn to laugh - well, more a combination of blushing, smiling, and awkward laughter, but I've never been a stickler for details.
"Well said. I just - "
Grasping for words, I came up empty. Emptiness...
I could barely remember what it had been like to grapple with deadlines, with editors, with the people around me. It seemed like so often I would find excuses to avoid spending time with others, simply because I found their presence draining - even if I enjoyed their company. And yet here, each day seemed to pass too quickly, every moment seemed too brief.
" - Guess I'm crushing on you pretty bad, Liryl."
"Crushing... On?"
"Find you irresistably attractive, and attractively irresistable."
"So I see. I guess I - am crushing on you rather bad, as well."
Beaming at me, Liryl pushed herself back to the train as we bid the forest farewell. Even though we'd only explored a tiny fraction of the leaf-strewn landscape, I wanted to come back and explore it again, more thoroughly. My breath caught in my throat as a memory of last night flashed through my mind, the feeling of being deep inside of Liryl still as vivid as if we were... Right now -
As the door began to shut behind us and the train made the slow, hours-long journey home, Liryl shot me an appraising look - her fingers darting to her lips in an attempt to hide her smile. Her eyes flickered from mine to the growing length I was doing a poor job of attempting to hide.
"You seem to be blushing... I never did, manage to get you - to finish that sentance, did I?.."
"I'm a writer - we suffer from vivid hallucinations, madness and the like. An essential part of the human condition, ehe -"
My nervous laughter was cut off as Liryl wheeled towards me. With me standing at my full height, her head barely rose above my stomach. An extremely devious expression was playing across Liryl's face, and that energy spread to me like a manic electricity.
"... We don't really... Have anything to hide, do we?... I want you - to finish it."
My irises locked with hers as she stared up at me, blue lanterns peeking through still-messy blond hair.
I took a deep breath, and killed the last of my resignations.
"Sure."
"I was imagining fucking you, vividly. I hadn't known you were going commando under that sundress - maybe waiting for a chance to get me where you wanted me. Was that fire..?"
She'd looked confused at the term commando, but nodded a little as I mentioned the fire. So I guess that dream hadn't been a dream, either... Her eyes didn't budge from my mine, though when she spoke - it was breathy, quiet.
"... Please. Continue."
"Even if it was a beach, if I'd known - if I'd been more confident, I would have taken you then and there, Liryl. Every time I caught the wind moving your dress, teasing me with the shape of your body - I wanted to kiss you, collapse to the beach in a wet sloppy mess, see you splayed against the sand. Your eyes looked so inviting, like a reflection of the sea - "
My sentence cut off as I heard the click of my slacks followed by the rustle of a zipper. I'd been staring straight ahead, lost in the reverie of a memory that hadn't even happened - well Liryl eased my eager cock into her outstretched hand, looking pleased as her fingertips teased its head. My hips slid forward a little, thrusting without me even thinking - and Liryl grinned, pushing me back with her free hand. The slow rumble of the train made he voice sound even more quiet and far away as she whispered-
"Keep... Speaking. Don't look."
Without explaining any further, she slipped her hand from where it had been ever so lightly teasing my shaft - and raised it to my chin, turning it away from the aquamarine eyes that threatened to drown me if I stared too deeply.
I gave a hesitant gasp that I hoped served as a yes.
"But it started before then. When I came back at first, and we met again after all this time... No, before that, when we first laid eyes on one another. I've wanted you since that moment. I've wanted to tear your robes to the ground and feel your body trembling against my own - w-wanted to cup your breasts underneath my fingertips, and feel the nubs of your... I wanted to - taste your lips, to feel your kiss still lingering as our bodies - "
As the track rumbled sonorously forward, her fingertips left my length - and I felt my body shudder as the tip of her tongue danced across my skin. I could feel her saliva as it mixed with the drizzle of precum that had already started to tremble from her teasing ministrations... But even as sweat trickled across my brow, I couldn't bring myself to look down -
Even as I felt her lips slowly closing around my shaft, and taking it into her mouth - a mouth that only moments before had been staring at me with a devilish smile.
" - Crashed against one another... I imagined your skin, pale and coated with sweat, and my cum. I wanted to see you panting as I - "
My mind blanked as I felt myself unable to hold out any longer. I could feel the warmth of Liryl's mouth pull back a little in surprise - but it staid firmly locked around my shaft, pumping up and down enthusiastically as I came into her waiting lips. Finally, I heard Liryl lean back, and the lick of those same lips - the tip of her tongue sliding playfully against my dick as it trembled against the sudden, cool, air.
"It was... Surprising. You taste - saltier, than I would have thought... But not unpleasant."
Liryl's fingers - still sticky themselves from playing with my shaft - slid down my thigh, tickling my leg as they went. I took it as a sign and risked a look down. Liryl was beaming up at me - only the quickness of breath and the slight white stain upon her lips giving a hint of what had just occurred.
"That was amazing. But turn about is fair play, Liryl."
Her eyes widened comically, as if she couldn't believe what I was saying - and as a luminescent red blush lit up her cheeks, Liryl shook her head furiously.
"N-no need..! There is really... No need, I'd thought - you'd done so much to make... Me feel nice, yesternight - "
"Did it ever occurred to you that maybe I enjoyed it?... Besides. I wanted to hear your secret, since you heard mine... Or part of it."
We'll have to share more, later. With less talking, and more -
The blush on Liryl's cheeks only widened, but she grinned in faux-resignation.
"I suppose that's fair. I - I'll just... Admire the ceiling, then - "
"And you can't look."
"No. I suppose I - cannot."
Her eyes shut for a moment, as if trying to carve everything about the day onto her eyelids - then a blissful grin spread onto her face and she began to speak.
"At first I thought you had been talking... About yourself, which I thought was somewhat egotistical... If amusing. And only - half-true..."
I snickered, at first.
"... It isn't a monster. It's beautiful. I'd been just so happy to see - someone else. I thought at first it might be only that... But... "
My laughter faded as Liryl's shoulders twitched in recollection. I shook my head, and remembered my task - easing her sundress up just enough to expose the tiniest hint of her slit, I moved her knees to the side with my fingertips, taking my time to feel the smoothness of her skin - and tracing them inwardly, enjoying the growing trepidation in her breath as my fingertips slid from thighs, to her hips, to her slit...
"There had been others I found... Attractive. I do not know how many... Saw me, that way. But I saw you... And I wanted to, aaah... The moment I saw you - I wanted to hurl you to the ground and r-ride you until you could not move from the spot. I - Wanted to take your hands in me - and, feel our fingers intertwined as I... Brought you to your limits time and... Time again... I... "
I could feel myself hardening again as she spoke. Liryl had wanted all that? My fingers were already smeared with her juices - the soaking wet sound of them easing in and out of her the only other sound for moments before I realized she'd stopped speaking, merely gasping quietly and irregularly as the train continued silently on its journey. I slowly moved my fingers out and her hand flailed as if to grab mine - then stopped as she realized what she was doing, and gave a nervous, esctatic laugh. I kissed the opening of her lower lips - and slid my tongue into her. Her fingers pulled tightly against my hair.
"I - Imagined you time and time again... When I pleasured myself. I thought about your body... Sloshing against mine, thick with desire... That you wanted to give to me - "
Liryl's voice trailed off into a hoarse, stuttering moan as I drank her in. I could feel her walls closing around me and contracting as my tongue pushed further and more feverishly into her, savoring the pressure and slight squirming it felt in return. As more and more of her delicious juices drifted onto my lips, I felt her fingers tighten imperceptibly - and then her body went surprisingly limp. I moved my head back to ask her if everything was all right - and her arm regained energy manically, pressing my head firmly back under the folds of her sundress. Gleefully, I obliged.
Neither of us spoke much for the rest of the ride home - the only other sound besides the rythmic pounding of the train against tracks the sound of my flesh against hers as Liryl squirmed against the moss-like safety of the train seating, her eyes shining like tiny fires upwards as we made love for the second time. When finally we stepped out of the train proper, her body was streaked with the white stains of my cum - and both of us were panting for breath as if we had forgotten how to draw air. Neither of us had bothered dressing.
As we made our way upstairs, Liryl took her arm in mine... Similarly to how we'd left on the train.
"... Will you come with me?.."
I nodded, and Liryl took me into her room.
The floor was spartan, the only sign that it was lived in the faint tread of wheeltracks in the dust, and the occasional wire from the disassembled birdman lying scattered across the room. Shelves containing small trinkets, drawings - some by a much younger Liryl, others almost photo-realistic and mostly crammed full of cross-sections and linear notes, and still others apparently drawn by the Priests - or perhaps, the thought entered my mind, by other wards, now gone. Opposing it, where a window might normally be was a dresser - it didn't have too many sets of clothes, and most were the same style of brown robes I had seen Liryl first wear.
A workbench at the corner of the room was littered with machinery and tools - some of which looked similar to those I knew about, and others the likes of which I had never seen. Hempen ropes strung with shell-ornaments and pieces of polished metal spun lazily from the ceiling, making quiet chimes as they did. The light arced towards the only real furniture in the room - a simple bed with brown blankets and a wooden chest at the base. The chest was so full of books, scrolls, and tools that it would hardly shut. My eyes looked to Liryl - who was staring at me, nervously.
"This is... I... Welcome."
I embraced her tightly.
We spent the rest of the day in Liryl's room - she offered to find me spare copies of the robes the priests here had worn, but I felt strange wearing the clothes of someone so long gone beneath the sea. Instead, I took a needle and thread from my bag, and begin the painstaking job of mending my clothes. Liryl watched, seemingly entranced - and then silently produced a plant-vellum like scroll of her own, and begin to draw.
Time passed, and we both worked in silence. When I was done with my own clothes, I began to mend hers - the edges had been frayed and torn from the force and somewhat neglectful desperation of our previous passions. Then - after interrupting her sketching with the question of what to do with them - I washed them in the basin of purified water, and hung them out to dry in the waning sunlight.
After that I returned and began to write. At first, records of the world I was in - but about halfway through, I realized that any traveler finding their way to this world wouldn't be able to read my chickenscratch anyway, and started something else. A sort of modern fairytale - it probably wasn't very original, but I liked it. My mind was brought out of the skritching of my pencil by a gentle tap on my shoulder.
I turned my face from my writing and the pencil dropped from my fingertips. Blushing furiously, Liryl held out her scroll - where she had drawn me, writing.
... Her bed was soft, and as I pulled her tightly against me, I felt a strange sense of security fall over me. The mobiles above drifted in and out of vision, their colors and sounds seeming to whisper that the two of us were safe here.
Then everything faded away - everything, save for the warmth of her body as it clung desperately and powerfully to my own.
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