Page 37 of Down to One
The cameras show what happened between Xzavic and me last night. When I watch, I’m surprised at the emotion on my face. Even a casual observer could see my tenderness when I gazed upon him.
Even more surprising, though, is the look in Xzavic’s eyes. That wasn’t faked or made for TV. The male who’s been at my side all day has feelings for me. It’s obvious.
“This is about to get interesting, isn’t it, folks? Because as much as these two appear to care for each other, we all know that in the end, it all comes Down. To. One.”
Somehow, it’s as if she looks straight at us, her lips revealing her predatory smile.
Music pours from the drones’ speakers. We’re not in Kansas anymore. No human ever stripped to music like this before. It’s the opposite of the boom-chicka-wow-wow of porn videos.
Sensuous and full of strings, it strikes me this might be what a loving wife would pick when she and her husband were trying to spice things up in the bedroom. I’m glad the sound guy made this unlikely choice. It somehow makes what we’re about to do seem less filthy.
I know the music is my cue, but I take my time. Hahn said the longer we took, the more money we’d make. And by “we” he meant “they.” But it gives me time to slide into the right headspace.
Xzavic has taken his place at the foot of the bed as ordered, so I stand in front of him. I don’t exactly walk. I saunter as if every male on the planet is watching. Well, that’s almost true. But I’m feeling full of my womanly power. Mostly, I’m watching interest spark in Xzavic’s ice-blue eyes.
“Right now,Titan,” I say his name with emphasis, so he knows that in my mind I’m calling him his real name, the name only I know. “Right now, it all comes down to two. Not millions and not one. Just the two of us in this room.”
“Two.” He nods once, his gaze never leaving mine.
I begin a sinuous dance, all in my hips, as I stand at the foot of the bed. Sometimes bending my knees low, sometimes not, I move my pelvis back and forth and in little circles. I decide to keep my eyes from the screens. I don’t want to know what I look like to the masses, because inside my mind, I look beautiful and alluring.
I’m not ready to take anything off yet, so I move around the room, exploring the space. For a swift moment, I imagine Xzavic’s former owner, Hahn, screaming at no one in particular in the studio, bitching about me not getting down to business. As much as I enjoy knowing I’ve pissed him off, I push him out of my mind and close the door on him and Zedd and millions of denizens of the galaxy. It truly is just Down to Two.
Titan
Blaze is beautiful. It doesn’t matter that we’re in this shitty cave and five drones’ bright lights are illuminating her every move. She’s tiny and lovely and strong. I didn’t expect it of her, didn’t dream she’d fight with such courage. I wouldn’t have bet she’d make it out of that holding area alive. But here we are.
In all of this, she’s wearing a shy smile. She wants to forget the world is watching. I’ll help her.
“You’re beautiful,Slayer.” The emphasis is my coded way of giving her a verbal caress, telling her I’d rather call her Blaze. “You move like a dream.”
This spurs her to shimmy her hips, then she moves her arms. They’re graceful, although it shouldn’t surprise me. She’s strong and lithe and athletic.
She must know she’s at the end of Hahn’s tether, because she works her way back to me, all elegance and grace, then stands in front of me at the foot of the bed.
Her gaze holds mine as she pulls the silken tunic up her body. She teases it up and down, as best she can in the loose garment. Sliding it up, she reveals her midriff, then she slides it down again. All the while, she keeps her hips gyrating sinuously.
When she finally pulls the top over her head, I suck in a quick gasp of appreciation. Although I saw her naked in the ruins last night, her sexy dance served its purpose—it’s made me hungry to see more.
She moves around the room again, owning it more this time. Her arms are more active, graceful. My cock is hard, my mouth is dry. I imagine all the males and half the females on the planet are aroused as they watch her.
For me, though, it’s more than sexual. I’m filled with pride. Somewhere today, I began thinking of this female as mine. In fact, I know exactly when that happened. It was when we were fighting thecrindles. I was focused as much on saving her as I was on keeping myself alive.
Yes, I think of her as my female, and I’m proud of her courage. By the look on her face earlier, I think this—having sex in front of all these people—is going to be harder for her than fighting thosecrindleshours ago.
She’s standing between my feet now. I can feel her heat radiating to my skin. She’s only inches from me. My heart is beating as fast as it was when we fought those beasts.
Taking my wrists in her hands, she puts them on the flimsy scrap of fabric that binds her breasts. My palms itch to rip the purple strip of cloth off her, but I follow her lead.
She must want to keep this wordless, because she says nothing. She simply holds my gaze in hers and nods until I pull the top up, slowly revealing her beautiful breasts.
My cock punches up, tenting the silky fabric of these ridiculous pants. She may not want to talk, but I’m under no such restrictions.
“Beautiful, Slayer.”
Dipping my head closer, I keep my gaze on her while my tongue darts to flick first one nipple, then the other. Watching, I see them pucker for me in the cool night air. I pull the fabric over her head and toss it to join the top she threw on the rocky floor moments ago.
She dances out of my grip and circles the cave once more. The drones follow her like canines on the hunt, jockeying for the best position to film her. I think she’s oblivious to them now. I smell her arousal.
Good girl, Blaze,I think.You’ve figured out a way to ignore all the network shit and be present in this moment.She’s correct. In this moment, it all comes Down to Two.
