Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
…end up back near where I’d found Vernon. I swear the singing arctic mocked me
Lost. Lost. Lost.
Off I went again managing to do an impressive circle that got me nowhere.
“At this rate I’m going to end up freezing to death before I find shelter.”
You’d better not die, the ice sang more distinctly than I liked. Freaking Vernon. I blamed him for making me think I heard voices.
When are you going to free me?
“It’s just your imagination. The ice isn’t talking to you,” I muttered.
Of course the ice isn’t. I am.
“Confusion, a sign of hypothermia,” I reminded myself even as I would have sworn I’d not gotten cold enough to suffer its effects.
Why are you deliberately ignoring me?
“Because you’re not there.” And yes, I understood the irony of replying aloud.
For a servant, you are most impertinent.
“Probably because I serve no one but myself.”
Not anymore. Now that I’ve awoken, you will obey.
“Or what?” I still spoke aloud as I slowly spun in a circle trying to decide what direction to head in.
Or suffer my wrath. Irritation hued the disembodied voice.
“Threatening isn’t likely to get me or anyone to help you.” I began walking away from the talking ice, wondering at my vivid hallucination. Since I didn’t feel sluggish and cold, could it be some invisible, non-smelly gas released by the quake causing it?
Go to sleep for thousands of years, and this is what I awaken too, it grumbled.
“If you don’t like it, why not nap for a few thousand more?”
Because I’m not tired anymore.
Despite the inanity, I couldn’t help but ask. “What are you?”
I’ve been called a god.
“By who?”
Your ancestors.
“And what did they call you?”
Nothing. The last time I roamed this planet, the organisms, even the two legged ones, lacked the ability to properly communicate and simply used to point and scream while shaking their pointy sticks.
I blinked. “Are you referring to cavemen?”
Is that what you call them? Apt, I suppose, given their choice of habitat. My understanding is, you’ve evolved since to live in structures you build.
“You speak as if you don’t know for sure?”
Did you not listen when I said I’d been sleeping?
“You don’t have to be snarky,” I muttered even as I wanted to slap myself for arguing with… no one.
Once more, my random steps brought me around in a circle, and I huffed in annoyance. “Blasted snow.”
On that, we are agreed. Between it and the lava that encased my form as I slept, I’m finding myself in a quandary.
“Is that why you keep invading dreams, demanding people free you?”
It is embarrassing that one such as myself must ask for aid, and yet, what other choice do I have?
“And if freed, what then?”
I’ll feed, for I am hungry.
“Dare I ask what you’ll feed on?”
Everything…
Before I could reply, a shout turned my head.
“Velma! Are you out here?”
“Noah?” My hollered reply held relief.
“Keep talking so I can find you.”
“I’m over here, somewhere. Feeling kind of dumb.” I orated aloud, the sound of my voice giving him a direction. Despite the blowing snow impeding my view, He soon appeared, a bundled and welcome figure.
“Geezus, there you are. Why did you wander off? You could have been lost,” he chided.
Should I admit that had already happened?
Never.
“I was just listening to the singing ice.”
“What singing? I don’t hear anything.”
At his claim, I frowned for indeed the melodic whistling—and the voice—had ceased.
“It stopped just before you arrived,” I lied. And then to make sure I was actually awake, I grabbed the lapels of his coat and yanked him close for a kiss.
Cold lips pressed together. Heated breaths mingled. My toes curled in my boots.
“We might want to finish this inside,” he murmured against my mouth.
“A great idea.”
The further from here, the better.
As we walked back to Building 155, Noah somehow knowing the way, I asked, “Everything okay?”
“Yes. No structural damage reported anywhere. Although, we do have a few new cracks in the roads that will need to be packed with snow.”
“Anyone know the reason for the strong quake?”
“Nothing confirmed, although there are signs of increased magma activity.”
“The volcano preparing to blow?”
“Not necessarily. However, as a precaution, the C17 will be arriving ahead of schedule.”
“Guess I’d better get as much footage as I can then in case we have to leave on the fly.”
“Weather permitting, we could check out Blood Falls tomorrow if you like. I know it was on your list.”
“Don’t you have to stick around the station in case shit hits the fan?”
“In the unlikely event there is an emergency, the personnel are trained how to handle an evacuation. Given our jaunt will only take a few hours, plenty of time for us to return and join an exodus, should Erebus blow.”
“In that case, sounds like a plan.”
The snow thinned enough I could see the blue building ahead.
“We’re home,” I sang. I glanced at Noah. “Care to join me for a nightcap?”
“Are you sure? It’s getting late.”
I snorted. “Late? It’s like, what? Seven o’clock? Eight, the latest?”
“Try past ten.”
I halted abruptly. “That can’t be right. No way was I out there listening to the ice for three hours.”
“It’s easy to lose track of time out here.”
Maybe for others, but I’d always been good at keeping aware of timeframes, given I often had to keep a tight schedule for production. However, Noah obviously didn’t lie, so I must have wandered in circles for longer than expected.
I grabbed Noah by the hand. “Hope you like brandy from a bottle.” Because I didn’t have glasses.
The arrival in my cramped room led to me eyeing the mess of paper from my afternoon research. Once I peeled off my outer layers, I began gathering them, only to stop, while bent over, at the feel of his hands on my hips.
“Nice view,” he stated in a low rumble.
I peeked at him over my shoulder. “Wait until you see it without the pants on.”
His smoldering expression just about ignited me. “I can’t wait.”
I shoved the stack of notes onto the desk as I rose and turned to face him. “Well then, Captain, what are you waiting for?”
Nothing but my willingness, as it turned out.
I couldn’t have said who moved first, only that our lips were suddenly touching.
Our mouths slid and caressed as hands, slightly clumsy with impatience, began tugging and undoing fastenings, the awkwardness of having to stop smooching to yank shirts off and remove boots led to a bit of laughter, not enough to ruin the passion, though.
Once nude, I wanted to spend a moment enjoying the view of his muscular body but found myself pressing against it instead.
Feeling the heat of his flesh, I kissed along the edge of his jaw and then nibbled my way down his neck.
I flattened my palms against his chest, enjoying the firm feel of his body before caressing my way to his nipples and giving them a tug with my lips.
He uttered a sound and grabbed at my ass, lifting me and melding his mouth to mine as he carried me to the narrow bed.
While a bit tight, we both fit on the mattress and continued to kiss, writhing, creating friction between our skin, which in turn, stoked our passion.
When I pressed myself against the wall and murmured, “Get on your back,” he obeyed immediately and lay flat.
I straddled his waist, his cock, rigidly at attention, hot and hard against my ass.
Leaning forward, I caressed his chest again, licking circles around his nipples before nibbling them.
He grabbed at my thighs, fingers digging into flesh, his body stiffening under mine as I continued to explore his body.
His ragged breathing, heavily lidded eyes, and taut expression showed him enjoying the sensual play, and I could tell he fought to not take control.
I half-wished he’d lost it and toss me on my back for a ravishing.
At the same time, I enjoyed being able to tease.
Many of my past lovers tended to be in a rush to get to the main event.
A slow wiggle backwards that had me rising high enough the tip of his throbbing shaft nudged me, had me sitting on his thighs. His erect cock stood in all its thick glory, and I couldn’t help but grab it.
Noah hissed and his hips jerked, bouncing me, and my grip tightened on his shaft.
“Trying to tear it off,” he murmured.
“Don’t worry. I won’t break it. I’ve got plans for this,” I replied, sliding my hand up and down his hard and hot flesh. Long, thick, slightly curved. He’d yet to really touch me, yet I ached between the legs. Felt myself moistening. Wanted him inside me.
Lifting myself up, I poised my pussy over the tip of him. Rolled my hips, sliding the head of his cock back and forth between my nether lips. Wetting it. Teasing. Not just him, but me, too. My breathing hitched, and my teeth caught my lower lip at the slow, sensual torture.
A sigh escaped me when I lowered myself onto his cock, taking him into my channel, his width filling and stretching me deliciously. For a moment, I sat atop his throbbing cock, just enjoying the sensation and tightening in anticipation.
Rocking my hips slightly, enough to give a little friction to us both, I leaned forward and kissed him, tasted him, panted into his mouth, caught his grunted replies.
Our lower bodies were locked and rolling in a rhythm that had me digging my fingers into his shoulders.
Had my pussy tightening around his cock.
Brought my pleasure to a simmering boil.
I reared upward, pushing down hard on the root of him.
His hands gripped my hips and helped me keep our rocking rhythm.
I gasped for air and felt myself beginning to float.
Each stab of his cock jolted my G-spot. Made me coil tighter.
When my orgasm hit, I went stiff and uttered a short cry.
My pussy clamped down hard, and I felt him come.
Felt the pulse of his cock as he orgasmed.
Sweaty and satisfied, I collapsed atop him and sighed. “That’s the warmest I’ve been since I got here.”
Noah chuckled. “Glad I could help.”
We snuck in a quick shower before our second bout, where he got a turn between my legs and set me on fire. Finally, a man who knew how to satisfy me orally. Ironic it took going to the South Pole to find him.
To my surprise, despite us both being sated, Noah didn’t look for an excuse to leave, and for once, I didn’t feel an urge to show a man the door. I liked being close to him. Liked being wrapped in his arms. That night, I didn’t dream, but as I drifted to sleep, I could have sworn I heard a whisper…
See you soon.