ate was seductive. “I have missed the taste of berries.”
“I’ve missed a lot of things.” He popped one into his mouth.
“Starting with the taste of fresh fruit, plucked off a tree or a bush, not
procured from the hothouses.”
She pushed pillows against the headboard and settled back
against them, hugging her knees. “What else do you miss?”
He sat next to her and balanced the plate on his thighs so they
could keep eating. “Well, let’s see … the sound of the ocean, real stars at
night, the smell of rain, and watching birds fly, for starters.”
Her gaze turned sad, and he almost wished he hadn’t said
anything. “I miss the oddest things. Like echoes. They aren’t the same here.”
He nodded. “There’s a perfectly logical explanation for that,
but it involves math and physics, and there’s not much blood in my brain right
now, so I’m afraid it will have to wait.”
“Gee, I wonder why there’s no blood in your brain? ”
They both laughed, and her smile faded again. “I also miss the moon. Why can’t
they put a fake one in the sky? We have fake stars. Or does that explanation
also involve math and physics?”
He smiled slightly and shook his head. “No, that one is actually
pretty lame. It’s the same reason no one bothered to figure out how to alter
the fake sun’s position. We still use the same calendar, but the seasons don’t
change. The position of the sunlight and the fake stars never change, so no one
felt it was necessary to bother with a fake moon.”
“Well I miss it. I also miss blowing dandelion seeds in the
wind, and the sound of the wind itself, echoing through the canyons at night. I
even miss the plaintive howl of coyotes.”
Damien nodded. “I miss all the animals. I mean the pets. I know
we have animals, but only the ones we eat. I miss having pets.”
She shifted her body to face him. “Do you think if you and your
friends succeed one day and shut down The Madeline Project that we’ll find any
dogs or cats still alive up there?”
“I wish I knew. It’s been nearly seven years now,” he said
gently. “Where would they have hidden all this time?”
“I don’t know. Caves, maybe?”
“They’d still have to find food and water.”
She hugged her knees tighter. “Let’s talk about something else.”
Damien reached across to the nightstand again and brought the
bottle of wine close to his chest so he could open it. Sela handed him one
glass at a time, and he poured the dark red liquid into them, then she placed
the bottle back on the nightstand for him. “What a lovely idea, Damien. Thank
you.” She lifted her glass. “What shall we drink to?”
He gazed into her beautiful dark eyes, wishing he’d pursued her
six years ago. What a smug asshole he’d been. “To new beginnings, and endless
possibilities.”
The warmth on her face made his dick hard again, but then, he
suspected it wouldn’t take much for the rest of his life for that to happen.
All he’d have to do was think her name.
“I like that.” She clinked her glass against his gently. “To new
beginnings and endless possibilities.”
****
They
finished most of the strawberries and a glass of wine each while Damien asked
her questions about the studio. She talked about furniture and what she planned
to put on the one unmirrored wall, and then Damien placed everything on the
nightstand and pulled Sela into his arms again. She forgot all about her
earlier sadness over the state of their planet above ground as his mouth found
hers.
They
fell back onto the comforter wrapped in each other’s arms, their tongues
exploring and their hands all over each other. Sela ached to have Damien fill
her again, but then she remembered the incredible way he’d made her come with
his mouth. She wanted to return the favor.
Pushing
him onto his back, she climbed on top and straddled his chest, wrapping her
hands around his dick. It pulsed in her hands, thick, red, and ready. She
smiled down into
“I’ve missed a lot of things.” He popped one into his mouth.
“Starting with the taste of fresh fruit, plucked off a tree or a bush, not
procured from the hothouses.”
She pushed pillows against the headboard and settled back
against them, hugging her knees. “What else do you miss?”
He sat next to her and balanced the plate on his thighs so they
could keep eating. “Well, let’s see … the sound of the ocean, real stars at
night, the smell of rain, and watching birds fly, for starters.”
Her gaze turned sad, and he almost wished he hadn’t said
anything. “I miss the oddest things. Like echoes. They aren’t the same here.”
He nodded. “There’s a perfectly logical explanation for that,
but it involves math and physics, and there’s not much blood in my brain right
now, so I’m afraid it will have to wait.”
“Gee, I wonder why there’s no blood in your brain? ”
They both laughed, and her smile faded again. “I also miss the moon. Why can’t
they put a fake one in the sky? We have fake stars. Or does that explanation
also involve math and physics?”
He smiled slightly and shook his head. “No, that one is actually
pretty lame. It’s the same reason no one bothered to figure out how to alter
the fake sun’s position. We still use the same calendar, but the seasons don’t
change. The position of the sunlight and the fake stars never change, so no one
felt it was necessary to bother with a fake moon.”
“Well I miss it. I also miss blowing dandelion seeds in the
wind, and the sound of the wind itself, echoing through the canyons at night. I
even miss the plaintive howl of coyotes.”
Damien nodded. “I miss all the animals. I mean the pets. I know
we have animals, but only the ones we eat. I miss having pets.”
She shifted her body to face him. “Do you think if you and your
friends succeed one day and shut down The Madeline Project that we’ll find any
dogs or cats still alive up there?”
“I wish I knew. It’s been nearly seven years now,” he said
gently. “Where would they have hidden all this time?”
“I don’t know. Caves, maybe?”
“They’d still have to find food and water.”
She hugged her knees tighter. “Let’s talk about something else.”
Damien reached across to the nightstand again and brought the
bottle of wine close to his chest so he could open it. Sela handed him one
glass at a time, and he poured the dark red liquid into them, then she placed
the bottle back on the nightstand for him. “What a lovely idea, Damien. Thank
you.” She lifted her glass. “What shall we drink to?”
He gazed into her beautiful dark eyes, wishing he’d pursued her
six years ago. What a smug asshole he’d been. “To new beginnings, and endless
possibilities.”
The warmth on her face made his dick hard again, but then, he
suspected it wouldn’t take much for the rest of his life for that to happen.
All he’d have to do was think her name.
“I like that.” She clinked her glass against his gently. “To new
beginnings and endless possibilities.”
****
They
finished most of the strawberries and a glass of wine each while Damien asked
her questions about the studio. She talked about furniture and what she planned
to put on the one unmirrored wall, and then Damien placed everything on the
nightstand and pulled Sela into his arms again. She forgot all about her
earlier sadness over the state of their planet above ground as his mouth found
hers.
They
fell back onto the comforter wrapped in each other’s arms, their tongues
exploring and their hands all over each other. Sela ached to have Damien fill
her again, but then she remembered the incredible way he’d made her come with
his mouth. She wanted to return the favor.
Pushing
him onto his back, she climbed on top and straddled his chest, wrapping her
hands around his dick. It pulsed in her hands, thick, red, and ready. She
smiled down into
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