Chapter 34 Splice
Splice
I peer over at Lir across the top of my book.
It’s difficult to focus on this radio manual that I’ve been thumbing through to learn more about the device below and how I can connect to it while a literal fantasy creature sits across from me.
I sniff the wafting smoke as he skewers a gelatinous mollusk pulled from its spiral shell home.
He sets the now empty conch shell next to our other undersea treasures.
It’s roseate hue is so human, I blush realizing that its opening is one that Lir has poetically compared mine to.
Shaking my head, I return to the manual.
A series of words I don’t recognize is referenced in the index pages, looking through further I don't see a clear definition or any other information besides that single notation. I jolt up and run through the front door. Lir isn’t bothered and continues making our meal.
He is now used to my little outbursts of running up and down the lighthouse with frantic spontaneity.
Flipping through a dusty dictionary on my bookshelf, I look up each individual phrase.
An electro-mechanical-cipher.
A cipher, of course. To receive the messages from the ships, outposts, aeroplanes and I’ve even heard rumors of new underwater submersibles. This place that seems so far out from anything has actually been a hub of communication between it all and they stupidly handed it off to me.
Returning down to Lir, I grip the manual close to my chest, both annoyed and pensively lost in my thoughts.
He hands me a skewer and without looking up from the book I gnaw at the deliciously tender meat.
He waits for my praise—but I give him none, selfishly too immersed in my reading.
He huffs, and I still ignore him. Uncrossing his arms, he pulls me towards the tide pool, physically demanding my attention.
I look up at him, giving him a curt nod and smile as I enjoy the food, but this isn’t nearly enough for him.
“What are you going to do about that machine?”
“I think I’m going to try and splice into it somehow. Connect to it so I can understand what it’s thinking, what kind of messages it’s sending out. Hey! What are you—”
Lir is pulling my pants off and drags me closer to the water’s edge with a wild look into his sun-catcher eyes. He grins and says, “I’m splicing into you.” He kisses the back of my thigh as he raises it towards him, leaning me onto my back. “So I can know what you’re thinking when you ignore me.”
“Lir! I’m just reading about the machine, I wasn’t—”
“No, no—” He holds up his hand, swishing it in false benevolence. “Continue reading, I do not mind. I’ll make you praise me some other way.”
“Lir—” I whimper breathlessly, the book pressed over my face to hide its vermillion tone. Just from his most basic touches I am left whining for more.
He rubs already hard and shameless at my underwear. The thin veil dampened by our mixing fluids. He moves it to the side revealing his tearful bride who cries happily to accept him. He slides in slowly, making sure I can accept all that he has to offer—but stops after just beginning to enter me.
“Praise me.”
Still hiding behind the manual, I muffle out, “It’s so good, Lir.”
Moving in just a little more he taunts me, “I can’t hear you Andrea, your quiet voice is blending into the tide.” His claw reaches down, pulling the book below my chin.
My mouth opens wantonly, my words barely annunciated through my cries as I adjust under him. I’m not sure if I’m looking for release or relief. “I want more Lir, it feels so—incredible.”
A satisfied smile stretches across his face and he moves a little further. His thumb cups over the top of my mound to both pleasure my most hidden places and to keep me from pulling him into me.
“Are you going to make me beg for every inch?” I exclaim already tired of his antics.
“Yes.” He cruelly backs out a little bit.
At that moment, I turn into a blubbering, begging melted flesh-shaped devotee in his hands. Losing all sense of reason and rationality until we are fully connected, fully spliced into one being.
“That’s it, my love. Take all of me, Andrea.”
Pulling his face down towards me, I cup his large smile in my hands. As I move him back to straddle him, I exclaim through gritted teeth, “I’m trying to!”
His lustful gaze relaxes as I take over pulling down on the back of his scalp to bend him to my desires.
My ass pushing against the cold lip of rock is soon cupped by his warm hands and we stare into each others eyes.
With our blinks and moans relaying our most private messages, reading each others’ minds.
I can see all the ‘I love you’s’ I desperately crave melting from his eyes, being written out in cursive at the corners of his mouth.
I can understand his torment for my attention, just as I desperately wish, more than anything, to be loved by him.
Everyday Lir proves it, just by living it.
I scream out every praising verse or psalm I can conjure to make him smile as he makes love to me.
After awhile, I realize I have no word more fitting, more descriptive of the perfect pleasure that washes across me than his own name, and I repeat it over and over.
We claw at each other imbedded in mutual reciprocity, a symbiotic arrangement between two organisms attached at the mouth and hip.
He reaches up into parts of me I thought that were impossible to reside within and twists in past those secret doors to nestle up into me with such ease.
His left hand cradles me in all my dreams, his right thrusting me back in reality and I am bolstered between the two as I shatter in their powerful frame, my house crumbling as he simultaneously rebuilds it a new.
We go deep into the night, until the moon has fully risen and I have run out of any and all excuses to return to the bulb. He tries to hold my pants hostage, as if that would keep me from going in, but soon relents them in exchange for one final kiss.