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Chapter Nine

 

 

That night, Vivienne dreamed of…dancing. Not like a ballerina or a ballroom dancer, not like anything so graceful or purposeful, but like a puppet, with her limbs jerking out at erratic angles, flailing this way and that. She dreamed of a massive, bodiless hand above her, yanking her strings in all directions, like a show dog being dragged through its paces.

 

She dreamed of darkness. Of being thrown into a trashcan and left, but always with a little spider dangling above her, watching everything she did, even as the trashcan rattled and shook.

 

She dreamed of light, as the trashcan trembled and clamored until it fell over, as if the ground had been shaking beneath it, and the lid fell away, letting sunlight as bright as a supernova pour in.

 

She dreamed of the ground, as she dragged herself forward inch by inch towards the rim of the trashcan, the spider following her every painstaking inch of the way.

 

She dreamed of hooks and edges, of her puppet strings getting caught and sawed away, and as each string vanished, dragging herself along became that much easier, until the final string snapped with a musical twang and she hauled herself out into daylight.

 

She dreamed of…reluctance. Lingering by the trashcan, as if it was home, as if it was safe, as if she didn’t want to leave it. The spider stared at her and glared at her and watched her every move, no matter how she shooed it away, and it was always just a bit too far out of reach for her to smash it.

 

She dreamed of darkness, as shadows crept closer and closer to the trashcan that was familiar, until they reared up and surrounded her.

 

Like wolves upon a wounded elk, they threw her to the ground and savaged her, tying her puppet strings to her again, whirling her through the air, and letting her crash to the ground again in a pile of splinters and tattered threads. The spider laughed at her as she lay immobile, as the shadows began to stalk closer.

 

When Vivienne woke with a jolt, looking around quickly to be sure that the shadows of the room were all where they were supposed to be and they weren’t moving in ways they shouldn’t have been, she realized that it was early enough to be considered late, and she sighed in exasperation.

 

How was she supposed to get back to sleep?

 

Behind her, Que grunted at her sudden shifting.

 

With some muttered word salad, he slid one arm around her and pulled her back against him to still her once more, bare skin pressing to bare skin.

 


I’m being silly
,’ Vivienne thought to herself. ‘
He won’t let anything hurt me
.’

 

She had to pause and contemplate that thought. That it was the thought that occurred her—not ‘nightmares aren’t real’ or ‘that was a ridiculous dream’—was rather telling.

 

She didn’t want to go back. It was a startling realization and it left Vivienne feeling cold, but it felt truer the more she thought about it. She didn’t want to go back.

 

She didn’t want to be anyone’s puppet, to be used and abused and discarded. Even if she couldn’t get rid of the camera—even if she couldn’t be
entirely
free of them—she still didn’t want to go back.

 

She felt safer in Que’s bed than she did even
thinking
about the organization she had worked for.

 

“I can hear you thinking too hard,” Que grumbled against the back of her head.

 

He sat up slowly and she could just see him glowering down at her groggily out of her peripheral vision.

 

“It is a stupid hour and you’re awake and thinking and tense. Why?”

 

Before she could talk herself out of it, Vivienne rolled over in his grip to face him, and then pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

 

“Let’s make a baby,” she said, just like that.

 

Que stared up at her, looking perplexed.

 

“Alright,” he agreed after a moment.

 

“I’m not going to argue with that. But what brought on this change of heart?”

 

Vivienne debated with herself for a moment, and then she quietly admitted, “I found my pod, and I didn’t want to use it.” She offered a crooked, sheepish smile that felt out of place on her face.

 

“It took me a little while to be willing to admit that I don’t want to go home—I mean, it doesn’t even feel like home anymore when I mention it—but…well, here we are.” She sighed out the breath she had held while speaking.

 

“So…let’s make a baby.”

 

Que didn’t seem to need much more convincing. He asked, quickly and somewhat perfunctorily, “You’re sure?” and he waited just long enough for Vivienne to nod her head once before he flipped their positions on the bed.

 

He rolled them over, his knees and fists on the bed as he knelt over her, and he kissed her, capturing her lips in a kiss that could only be called searing, as if he wanted to devour her and absorb whatever was left.

 

As their tongues darted and clashed and their lips slid together like it was what they were meant to do, Vivienne reached up to pull Que down on top of her, and he went readily, flattening out on her after only a small tug. They were already naked, so it was instantly warm, bare skin against bare skin, rubbing together deliciously.

 

Vivienne could feel Que’s cock pressed against her leg, growing harder the longer they kissed. She could feel herself growing wetter as well, until she was sure the insides of her thighs were damp.

 

Now that Que had gotten what he wanted, though, he was in no hurry to have it be over and done with. When at last the kiss broke, it was so he could go at her neck with lips and tongue and teeth, nipping at the skin to darken it, easing his tongue over it to sooth it, and then sucking full-fledged bruises into the skin.

 

He cupped her breasts with both hands, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into peaks. He kissed his way down to her chest, and flicked his tongue over one hardened nipple, as he tweaked the other with his fingers. When Vivienne was squirming impatiently beneath him, he switched, swirling his tongue around the other nipple.

 

He trailed downwards, kissing his way down her abdomen, shifting down the bed as he went. When he got low enough, he shifted his position so that he was only straddling one of her legs, and he pushed her legs apart.

 

Vivienne drew in a slow, anticipatory breath and let it out as a gasp as he leaned down and dragged his tongue along the lips of her sex, from one end to the other. He lapped at the lips slowly for a few seconds, as Vivienne squirmed beneath him, before he finally dipped his tongue in to swirl it around her clit.

 

Vivienne moaned sharply and her hips lifted off of the bed before Que pinned them back down again, his fingers firm as they gripped her hips.

 

He lifted his head enough to click his tongue disapprovingly and say, “Patience,” before he leaned down again and resumed dragging his tongue over her clit in slow motions.

 

With one hand still pressing down on her hip, he brought the other down to stroke her perineum for a moment, before probing at her entrance for a moment and pressing two fingers in.

 

He shifted his hand, changing the position of his hand until he found the angle that had made her cry out the night before. Again, she cried out, a startled, enraptured, “Oh, yes!” and with a triumphant hum that made Vivienne gasp, Que redoubled his efforts.

As Vivienne was squirming desperately and moaning wantonly, her hips jerking fitfully in Que’s hold, Que abruptly drew back, with a last, long lick before he sat up again. Vivienne whined in disappointment, but the sound was soon muffled as Que clambered back up the bed to kiss her again.

 

He kissed her slowly as he shifted position once more, to instead kneel between her legs. He curled his hands around her thighs, lifting them, and she wrapped them around his waist readily.

 

He wrapped a hand around his erection, holding himself steady as he lined himself up with her entrance, and he pressed in slowly, the air leaving his lungs in a shuddering breath as he pressed into her soft heat, the kiss breaking sloppily.

 

Beneath him, Vivienne moaned slowly and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down on top of her again.

 

Que sheathed himself within her in a single slow, smooth glide, and he paused, breathing heavily and gathering his composure as Vivienne panted. At last, he drew out slowly and thrust back in, but after that, any semblance of ‘slow and steady’ was abandoned.

 

He wrapped his hands around her hips so tightly that it nearly hurt, and he pounded into her, relishing in the new, almost transcendental experience.

 

With each thrust, he drew out almost entirely before slamming back in. Vivienne clung to him, her hips shifting to meet each thrust. She moaned into his ear, wordlessly encouraging him, and her nails bit into his shoulders and back.

 

They kissed again, sloppy and clumsy, their teeth clicking together before they managed to slide their lips together. With their breathing already erratic, though, the kiss was short, and when it broke, Que bit down on her lower lip, and that was the final straw.

 

Vivienne gasped out a shuddering cry and threw her head back as she came, so intensely that she swore she blacked out for a second. It was as if all of her limbs were trying to fly off of her, and her brain wanted to explode inside her head. Her entire body clenched, and the world went white for a few seconds.

 

It was only the feeling of Que continuing to thrust that dragged her back to the present. She moaned and whimpered quietly, over stimulation leaving everything feeling tingly and just on the edge of ‘too much,’ and she went limp on the bed.

 

At last, Que came, stuttering through the last few, uneven thrusts before he stilled.

 

Slowly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows so he wasn’t resting all of his weight on her, and he looked down at her.

 

Neither of them spoke at first. Instead, Vivienne reached up, curled a hand behind his neck, and drew him down into a lazy kiss.

 

“So what happens now?” Que wondered when the kiss broke. He sat up slowly, until he was kneeling between her legs again.

 

“We wait and see,” Vivienne answered simply.

 

“There’s no guarantee it will happen the first time around.”

 

Que sulked for a moment. “So how will we know?” he asked.

 

Vivienne shrugged. “Attitude or behavior changes? Appetite changes? Weight gain?” She used one hand to trace an imaginary baby bump in front of her stomach.

 

“We’ll know if it happens, but it’s not going to be some magical instant baby.”

 

“Well, how long will it take?” he asked, shifting somewhat impatiently.

 

Vivienne’s eyebrows rose in quiet amusement. “Assuming it worked this time, there will be a baby in nine months.” She reached up to pat his cheek as he gaped at her.

 

“Welcome to the world of reproductive breeding. It’s slow and messy and has a shitload of unpleasant side effects, and people only do it because it’s fun.”

 

She stretched out underneath him and after a moment, she pointed out, “But you did fulfill that prophecy thing. You fucked a woman. There is potential for a baby. Congrats, your highness. I’m pretty sure that makes you king.”

 

Que stared down at her, his eyes wide, as if that hadn’t occurred to him until just that moment. And then he grinned and surged down to kiss her again.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Ten

 

 

They kept it quiet at first. It was fairly common knowledge amongst the men living on the base that Que and Vivienne were having sex, but they didn’t seem to connect point A to point B in that regard.

 

The fact that Vivienne had essentially moved into his room—during the night, at least, as she still needed her space during the day—was proof enough that something intimate was going on with them, though none of them seemed to have enough of a clue about how babies were actually made to come to any exciting conclusions, so keeping it quiet at first was fairly easy.

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