|| WOULD YOU TWO PLEASE GET A ROOM?!? DON’T MAKE ME ASK YOU AGAIN! || Thug said loudly. And once again, Veronica had no idea why Eliza was snickering, but she didn’t care.
The two women climbed onto Veronica’s hovercycle with Eliza riding behind, her arms still wrapped snugly around Veronica’s waist.
“What are you doing here?” the vampire asked as her lover parked.
“I told my superiors I needed to take the weekend off for personal reasons. They didn’t have anything else for me to do, so they gave me some leave time.” She held Eliza’s head still and kissed the vampire again. “And I needed to see you. God, it’s only been a week, but it feels . . .”
“. . . like forever,” Eliza finished. “I felt it too. Ambassador Kelik is here and . . .”
“I know. My bosses told me, and I used that as another excuse to drop by.”
“Yeah, but I’ve been talking to him about . . .” Eliza blushed. “About what’s been happening between us. You know, what we’ve been feeling. What I’ve been . . .”
The door opened and Kelik was standing there. “Well young lady, aren’t you going to introduce me to your . . . ahem . . . friend?”
“Oh . . . uhm . . . this is Veronica Adams, official envoy of the United States government and . . .”
“Is it common practice in this area to ram your tongue down the throat of official envoys?”
“Don’t start with me,” Eliza joked, then turned to her companion. “Veronica, this is Ambassador Kelik, an old, old . . . old friend of the family.”
“I think you missed an ‘old’ in there somewhere,” he said, then shook Veronica’s hand. The three wandered into the conference room where Veronica received a warm welcome from the team. They talked a while about what the group had been researched. The researchers back at Washington had discovered the references to the two additional gems as well. And like Eliza’s crew, the governments of the world were trying to track down the sorcerer, though their search was a little broader than the one Wyrm was conducting. Veronica probably could have raised a ruckus about the group using classified information for their own purposes, but she chose not to. The government might no longer need this strange crew, but she knew they might before it was all said and done.
When Kelik wasn’t speaking, he was watching the lovers very carefully. They never left each other’s side and were almost always holding hands. He doubted they even realized they were doing it. It didn’t take a sorcerer to see that the two women had become incredibly close. They were a unique couple, and he wondered what the future held for them.
After a few more hours, the group broke for the evening. Dennis and Allyson went off to spend some husband/wife time, and Wyrm, Kelik and Thug broke out the most time-honored of brain-dead ways to pass time; a game of Monopoly. Eliza and Veronica went for a walk outside.
“So . . .” Veronica started.
“So,” was Eliza’s brilliant response.
“What . . . does Kelik . . . I mean . . .”
Eliza sighed. The two of them had made their way over to the grove of trees where they had fist met. “He doesn’t understand completely. It appears we are something of . . . an oddity.” She lay down on a grassy slope while Veronica lay down with her head on the vampire’s chest. Eliza explained everything she could, from the concept of “linking” to Kelik’s theories of magic of the blood. Veronica was disturbed by the idea that their might be some “other force” at work in their relationship, but Eliza assured her that both of them very much had a choice in the matter.
“I guess it doesn’t matter,” Veronica said. “It doesn’t change how I feel. It makes me so mad that I don’t get to see you every night. I wish I could get away more often, but . . .”
“Don’t worry that gorgeous head of yours. We’ll find a way of getting together. It’s only been a week since we’ve been gone,” Eliza said, looking back towards the house.
“I know. At first I just missed you. Then . . .”
“Then what?”
“Then it got harder. I . . . promise you won’t laugh at me?”
“I can’t make that promise, particularly if it’s funny!” Eliza smiled down, and Veronica smiled back. “Go ahead.”
“I haven’t been sleeping well for the last few days. I’ve been . . . I’ve been having dreams about you and about us . . . well, you know.”
Eliza was a bit more alert all of a sudden. “Veronica . . . I’ve been having dreams too, and they’ve been so . . .”
“Real!” Veronica said with eyes wide open. Then she blushed. “What were we doing in your dreams?”
It was Eliza’s turn to blush. “Making love. The first time, we were on the beach.”
“The second time,” Veronica whispered, “we were in the desert. And the third time . . .”
“We . . . we dreamed the same thing? Is that possible? I mean . . .” Eliza was horribly confused. “You were in my dreams?”
“And you were in mine. Lord, this ‘linking’ thing must be more powerful than you thought.”
“Powerful enough to . . . well, let’s just say I’ve had to clean my sheets a lot,” Eliza said shyly.
Veronica laughed. “Me too.”
“The strange thing is,” Eliza said, “is that I’ve always wanted to make love on a beach, or even on the rocks in the desert. I always thought it would be so romantic. And it meant that I wasn’t hiding who I was anymore.”
“Maybe somewhere down the road, those things will happen,” Veronica replied, snuggling up against the other woman. She buried her face in Eliza’s neck, but not in an erotic sort of way. She just wanted to smell her lover and feel her warmth. “Uhm . . .”
“Yes?”
“You know the last one? That dream last night . . .”
“That was kind of hot, wasn’t it?” Eliza stopped, lifted Veronica’s blushing face and smiled. “That was yours, wasn’t it? Your fantasy!”
Veronica was incredibly embarrassed. “Kind of. I mean . . . yes. God, that’s one of those things no one was ever supposed to know about.” She placed an arm over her lover’s abdomen and held her tight. “When I was a teenager, I was in this high school play. I don’t remember the name of it now. But there was a damsel in distress, an evil witch and a knight in shining armor.”
“Which one were you?” Eliza asked.
“The damsel. The knight was a total ham, but he was kind of cute. For a guy. But the witch,” Veronica added with a notable shiver, “. . . she was a hottie. Her name was Molly Jennings. She was one of those girls that blossomed at the right time and in all the right ways. For the play, she was wearing this tight black robe that was split open right down . . .”
“Hey! Getting jealous here!”
“Nothing to be jealous of. She was as straight as they came. But there was this one scene where the knight was supposed to kiss me to wake me from the witch’s spell. And all I could think of was that I wanted the knight to fuck off and for Molly Jennings to . . . well . . . have her way with me. And I guarantee you, being ‘rescued’ from her was the furthest thing from my mind.”
“My kinky little . . . are you my girlfriend?”
“Sounds kind of childish, doesn’t it?” Veronica leaned her head and kissed Eliza.
Eliza grinned. “Would you mind? It might be childish, but I’ve never had one . . . a girlfriend before.”
“You can call me anything you want, as long as you hold me,” Veronica murmured as she settled her head back onto Eliza’s chest.
“Even ‘My little ho’?”
“Maybe. If there’s a spanking involved.”
Eliza kissed the top of her girlfriend’s head. “My kinky little . . .” She as interrupted by the sound of snoring. As soon as Veronica’s head had come to rest on Eliza’s body, the human woman had fallen asleep. ‘I guess I can let her snooze for a bit,’ Eliza thought. But as soon as her own head lay back against the soft grass of the hillside, she fell asleep as well. And they both slept a contented and almost dreamless sleep.
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Twelve hours later . . .
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“What the . . .” Eliza mumbled. The light was shining in her eyes. Sunlight. More specifically, light from the setting sun was falling on her face. She had slept through the rest of the night and the entire day. Someone had apparently found her and Veronica and had lain a blanket over them. Despite the irritating brightness, Eliza felt wonderful and totally refreshed. A lump under the blanket moved and Veronica poked her head about the edge.
“Evening,” the human woman muttered as she squinted her eyes against the offending final light of day. “Is that thing going up or going down?” she asked of the sun.
“Down,” Eliza said, holding Veronica closer against her. “You sleep okay?”
“Like the dead,” the blonde woman replied. “I don’t think I realized how tired I was, but now I do. I needed that. I wonder why I didn’t dream.”
Eliza thought about it a moment. “Maybe our blood knows we’re together in the flesh, so it doesn’t need to bring us together in our dreams.”
“You’re awfully philosophical way too early in the evening. Who brought the blanket?”
Eliza saw some fairly large footprints in the grass nearby. “Thug, I’d guess. I suppose we should go inside and . . .”
Veronica kissed Eliza. “Let’s at least wait until the sun is all the way down. I haven’t taken the time to watch one (a sunset?) in a while.”