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Somehow, I strike an accord with Sparks and our relationship moves towards a safer direction. I still sometimes feel that she's just biding her time for the next great romantic assault, but we get along. I catch Id holed up in his lab working on optical crystals and rib him gently about trying to seduce Sparks, but he gives me such a wounded beagle look of innocence I have to apologise. Shame, that could have solved a lot of problems. Oh well.
Lab's beginning to wind down for the holiday season - cold air and long nights put a crimp in a lot of Science, so apart from a planned get together, the labs start to feel empty. I'm in on a flying visit when Sparks catches me with an early Christmas present - a heart shaped box of chocolates. Uh oh.
"This is not a Christmas gift" I insist "this is a 'please be my boyfriend, mysterious man in rubber' gift." Yeah, well. I didn't have time to compose something that sounded less like something from Debbie does Dallas. Sparks is adamant that it is, and she'll give identical boxes to Id and Nick if I just eat one now. She'll even shut up and stop pestering me. So, like a fool, I do.
Rapture. Sweet ambrosia, manna direct from heaven upon my tongue. For the second time I lose my presence of mind in front of Sparks as a juggernaut of raw pleasure hurtles into my brain down the oral highways. I regain some measure of myself only when the box is empty, and much to my surprise, I'm still upright in front of her, rather than rolling on the floor moaning softly. Those were good chocolates.
Sparks smiles prettily and explains how there's an etheric sweet shop in town, and with her help those chocolates had been tailored exactly to me. I nod and and make appreciative sounds like "glomph", having found a last one hidden in the lining.
It's too much. I can't rebuff this last gesture. What harm can it do to treat her to a meal? She'll lose interest when she sees the real me under StormAngel's armour anyway.
What harm can it do?
Lab's beginning to wind down for the holiday season - cold air and long nights put a crimp in a lot of Science, so apart from a planned get together, the labs start to feel empty. I'm in on a flying visit when Sparks catches me with an early Christmas present - a heart shaped box of chocolates. Uh oh.
"This is not a Christmas gift" I insist "this is a 'please be my boyfriend, mysterious man in rubber' gift." Yeah, well. I didn't have time to compose something that sounded less like something from Debbie does Dallas. Sparks is adamant that it is, and she'll give identical boxes to Id and Nick if I just eat one now. She'll even shut up and stop pestering me. So, like a fool, I do.
Rapture. Sweet ambrosia, manna direct from heaven upon my tongue. For the second time I lose my presence of mind in front of Sparks as a juggernaut of raw pleasure hurtles into my brain down the oral highways. I regain some measure of myself only when the box is empty, and much to my surprise, I'm still upright in front of her, rather than rolling on the floor moaning softly. Those were good chocolates.
Sparks smiles prettily and explains how there's an etheric sweet shop in town, and with her help those chocolates had been tailored exactly to me. I nod and and make appreciative sounds like "glomph", having found a last one hidden in the lining.
It's too much. I can't rebuff this last gesture. What harm can it do to treat her to a meal? She'll lose interest when she sees the real me under StormAngel's armour anyway.
What harm can it do?