Into the Black
Angel
September, 4, 2505
2501
We were leaving tonight. Me and my Tara, shipping off into the black in search of…new prospects so to speak.
Pity, really, ‘cos I did like this planet. Plenty of rich, plump girls to feast on, lots of fancy shops to keep my ladylove occupied. But then again, when you’ve eaten almost the entire population of a place it really becomes past time to move on. Plus the sodding name of the planet was really starting to get to me. Angel, who in the hell would decide to name a planet that god forsake name anyway? Well, not that it mattered anyway, because we were leaving tonight.
Already had my girl packing.
And thank fuck because she had more dresses than a troupe of bloody whores. I couldn’t for the death of me figure why in the hell women had decided that dressing like Victorians again was a good idea, I mean at the very least it made it almost impossible to get their bloody clothes off. Luckily I was practiced, very practiced, but I still felt sorry for the poor sods who had to learn the art anew.
But just ‘cos I new what I was doing with the laces of a corset didn’t mean I fancied spending precious minutes untangling Tara from her finest of fine garments before I could shag her senseless. Hopefully this little trip we were going on’d force her to wear clothes with…easier access. I grinned to myself, remembering those little outfits she used to love so much. Bugger me but I’d love to see her in a schoolgirls outfit, one from years ago, just one more time.
Doubt it’d happen now though. Anyway, that was enough reminiscing for one night. Time to get going.
Being the take charge sort of fella I was, I’d already found us a transport - one with as few blokes on board as possible so Tara didn’t decide she wanted to…play - and booked us passage, all I had to do now was help Tara drag all her gorram trinket filled trunks to the ship.
As I pushed open our front door and stepped over the threshold, I felt that familiar thrill run through me, the same thrill I always got when I knew my Tara was near. Still surprised me that after over 500 years together I still got excited to see her, true, we’d had our times apart, had to when you’d been together so long. There was that time after the first interplanetary war when she’d gone off for a few years, and that time after the little incident in Switzerland when I’d buggered off back to New London for the best part of a decade, but no matter what happened we still couldn’t stay apart. No matter how long our breaks got, no matter who we took up with in between eventually one of us’d find the other and everything’d just fall back into place…it’d be like a new lease on death.
I’d never stop loving her.
“Kitten,” I called, as I walked, boots clacking on the bare wood floors, through to the bedroom. “You all packed up and ready to go yet?”
But when I entered the bedroom I saw she wasn’t. The place was littered with gowns and open trunks. Run-tse duh Fwo-tzoo…
“Blood hell, love,” I said eyeing the dresses covering the bed and looking back at her. “Do you really need to take every gorram dress you’ve ever bought?”
I walked up behind her and twined my arms around her waist. She smelt delicious and I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent and pulling her closer to me. Pity the bed was covered in her posh linens…’cos I was starting to fancy nothing more than throwing her down on it and putting it to her ‘til she screamed.
Then again I always fancied that.
“You know I like it better when you’re wearin’ nothing at all.”
September, 4, 2505
2501
We were leaving tonight. Me and my Tara, shipping off into the black in search of…new prospects so to speak.
Pity, really, ‘cos I did like this planet. Plenty of rich, plump girls to feast on, lots of fancy shops to keep my ladylove occupied. But then again, when you’ve eaten almost the entire population of a place it really becomes past time to move on. Plus the sodding name of the planet was really starting to get to me. Angel, who in the hell would decide to name a planet that god forsake name anyway? Well, not that it mattered anyway, because we were leaving tonight.
Already had my girl packing.
And thank fuck because she had more dresses than a troupe of bloody whores. I couldn’t for the death of me figure why in the hell women had decided that dressing like Victorians again was a good idea, I mean at the very least it made it almost impossible to get their bloody clothes off. Luckily I was practiced, very practiced, but I still felt sorry for the poor sods who had to learn the art anew.
But just ‘cos I new what I was doing with the laces of a corset didn’t mean I fancied spending precious minutes untangling Tara from her finest of fine garments before I could shag her senseless. Hopefully this little trip we were going on’d force her to wear clothes with…easier access. I grinned to myself, remembering those little outfits she used to love so much. Bugger me but I’d love to see her in a schoolgirls outfit, one from years ago, just one more time.
Doubt it’d happen now though. Anyway, that was enough reminiscing for one night. Time to get going.
Being the take charge sort of fella I was, I’d already found us a transport - one with as few blokes on board as possible so Tara didn’t decide she wanted to…play - and booked us passage, all I had to do now was help Tara drag all her gorram trinket filled trunks to the ship.
As I pushed open our front door and stepped over the threshold, I felt that familiar thrill run through me, the same thrill I always got when I knew my Tara was near. Still surprised me that after over 500 years together I still got excited to see her, true, we’d had our times apart, had to when you’d been together so long. There was that time after the first interplanetary war when she’d gone off for a few years, and that time after the little incident in Switzerland when I’d buggered off back to New London for the best part of a decade, but no matter what happened we still couldn’t stay apart. No matter how long our breaks got, no matter who we took up with in between eventually one of us’d find the other and everything’d just fall back into place…it’d be like a new lease on death.
I’d never stop loving her.
“Kitten,” I called, as I walked, boots clacking on the bare wood floors, through to the bedroom. “You all packed up and ready to go yet?”
But when I entered the bedroom I saw she wasn’t. The place was littered with gowns and open trunks. Run-tse duh Fwo-tzoo…
“Blood hell, love,” I said eyeing the dresses covering the bed and looking back at her. “Do you really need to take every gorram dress you’ve ever bought?”
I walked up behind her and twined my arms around her waist. She smelt delicious and I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent and pulling her closer to me. Pity the bed was covered in her posh linens…’cos I was starting to fancy nothing more than throwing her down on it and putting it to her ‘til she screamed.
Then again I always fancied that.
“You know I like it better when you’re wearin’ nothing at all.”