oncoming_storms Prompt 38
The coordinator of the CIA was not having a very good day. He’d been impeached, arrested, released after some excellent political manoeuvring, reinstated, kidnapped, imprisoned and was now sitting in a dark cell with the Presidential bodyguard in his lap.
Wait, what?
“Leela!” he exclaimed, “What on Gallifrey ..? What are you doing?”
“I am taking your robes off.”
“Yes, yes, I can see that!” exclaimed Narvin, trying to wriggle free. It was hardly his fault the cell had only one bed! He would have been quite happy to share it in a more civilised fashion, if she’d only asked. Was all this really necessary? “Why are you taking my robes off?”
“You heard our captors. You have been poisoned.”
“And taking my robes off is supposed to help?”
“You will die if you do not have sex,” she answered, patiently, as if she was talking to a particularly petulant child, “Weren’t you listening?”
“Of course I was listening.” It had sounded ridiculous at the time, and it sounded even more ridiculous here in the cell. “But I don’t see ...”
“I do not always like you, Narvin,” Leela said, returning her hands to his buttons, “But you are an ally now. I will not let you die.”
“I’m not going to die,” he exclaimed, trying to hold onto as much of his dignity as he possibly could (which was difficult, given Leela’s frankness, not to mention the hands on his bare chest), “Romana will have received our communication by now, it is only a matter of time ...”
“You do not have time!” Leela interrupted. “Do you know this poison? Do you know how quickly it works?”
“No, but ... what are you doing now?”
“I am taking off my clothes.”
“Why?”
“I have already explained.”
He put his hands on her waist, determined to push her away, but his fingers came into contact with warm flesh and, panic stricken, Narvin let go immediately.
“I appreciate what you’re trying to do Leela, I really do,” he said, “But it isn’t necessary.”
“You do not have to be embarrassed, Narvin. It is only sex.”
“Has it occurred to you that this might be exactly what our captors want? The coordinator of the CIA, caught in a compromising position with a human?”
“With a savage, you mean?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You were thinking it.”
She stiffened. He could feel the muscles tense as he grabbed her waist again.
“You don’t know what I’m thinking, Leela ...”
To his surprise, Leela suddenly smirked, arching her back a little and allowing her hand to drift downwards.
“I think I can guess, Narvin.”
“What? Oh. Oh. I ...”
“Do not worry. That is supposed to happen.”
“I’m fully aware of the biological principles, Leela ...” he began, then: “What ..?”
“Do not worry! I was only trying to kiss you.”
“Kiss?”
“Yes. It will help you relax. Don’t worry,” she added, dropping her belt to the ground, “I am sure you will get better with practise.”
***
There was a discrete cough from the doorway.
"What is going on here?" asked Braxiatel. (A purely rhetorical question, Narvin assumed.)
"Cardinal!" exclaimed Narvin, torn between embarrassment and alarm.
"Mistress Leela and Coordinator Narvin appear to be engaging in ..."
"Yes, yes, we can see that K-9."
"Romana!"
He couldn't see her face, but he was almost certain that the Madam President was on the edge of laughter.
"Oh, don't worry, Narvin. I'll come back to rescue you later."
Prompt: Romance
Word Count: 583
Wait, what?
“Leela!” he exclaimed, “What on Gallifrey ..? What are you doing?”
“I am taking your robes off.”
“Yes, yes, I can see that!” exclaimed Narvin, trying to wriggle free. It was hardly his fault the cell had only one bed! He would have been quite happy to share it in a more civilised fashion, if she’d only asked. Was all this really necessary? “Why are you taking my robes off?”
“You heard our captors. You have been poisoned.”
“And taking my robes off is supposed to help?”
“You will die if you do not have sex,” she answered, patiently, as if she was talking to a particularly petulant child, “Weren’t you listening?”
“Of course I was listening.” It had sounded ridiculous at the time, and it sounded even more ridiculous here in the cell. “But I don’t see ...”
“I do not always like you, Narvin,” Leela said, returning her hands to his buttons, “But you are an ally now. I will not let you die.”
“I’m not going to die,” he exclaimed, trying to hold onto as much of his dignity as he possibly could (which was difficult, given Leela’s frankness, not to mention the hands on his bare chest), “Romana will have received our communication by now, it is only a matter of time ...”
“You do not have time!” Leela interrupted. “Do you know this poison? Do you know how quickly it works?”
“No, but ... what are you doing now?”
“I am taking off my clothes.”
“Why?”
“I have already explained.”
He put his hands on her waist, determined to push her away, but his fingers came into contact with warm flesh and, panic stricken, Narvin let go immediately.
“I appreciate what you’re trying to do Leela, I really do,” he said, “But it isn’t necessary.”
“You do not have to be embarrassed, Narvin. It is only sex.”
“Has it occurred to you that this might be exactly what our captors want? The coordinator of the CIA, caught in a compromising position with a human?”
“With a savage, you mean?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You were thinking it.”
She stiffened. He could feel the muscles tense as he grabbed her waist again.
“You don’t know what I’m thinking, Leela ...”
To his surprise, Leela suddenly smirked, arching her back a little and allowing her hand to drift downwards.
“I think I can guess, Narvin.”
“What? Oh. Oh. I ...”
“Do not worry. That is supposed to happen.”
“I’m fully aware of the biological principles, Leela ...” he began, then: “What ..?”
“Do not worry! I was only trying to kiss you.”
“Kiss?”
“Yes. It will help you relax. Don’t worry,” she added, dropping her belt to the ground, “I am sure you will get better with practise.”
***
There was a discrete cough from the doorway.
"What is going on here?" asked Braxiatel. (A purely rhetorical question, Narvin assumed.)
"Cardinal!" exclaimed Narvin, torn between embarrassment and alarm.
"Mistress Leela and Coordinator Narvin appear to be engaging in ..."
"Yes, yes, we can see that K-9."
"Romana!"
He couldn't see her face, but he was almost certain that the Madam President was on the edge of laughter.
"Oh, don't worry, Narvin. I'll come back to rescue you later."
Prompt: Romance
Word Count: 583