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Subject: Journal Entry 166 / 0293 [ Waking With Rain ]
Date: 22 Feb 1996 13:18:41 GMT
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Seren, Cerim 19, 0293
Sunlight streamed through my closed eyelids as I returned
slowly to wakefulness. I turned over slowly onto my back and
stretched, feeling the well-worn linen sheets shifting against my
legs as I did so.
A sound caught my attention, making me open my eyes for the
first time today; Felinzi purring off to my right. Perry; I eased
back and closed my eyes again, smiling and remembering our
encounter last night. I sat up in the sunlit bedroom, carefully
easing my legs over the side of the bed and standing up, making my
way out the door and down the hallway to the kitchen.
The smell of cooking breakfast steak apparently caught her
feral nose. The sight of her walking down the hallway, licking at
her muzzle and desperately trying to get her night-ruffled fur
under control made me giggle.
"Good morning, Perry," I said cheerfully, dropping my pan aside
to give her a hug. "Sleep good?"
Perry finally looked up at me, her greenish eyes clearing
rapidly. "Very," she said. "It's been a long time since I slept
next to anyone. It felt wonderful."
"I'm glad," I said, kissing the side of her nose softly. "It's
been a long time for me, too."
"Are you cooking breakfast for me?"
"Of course! One thing I learned from my parents. A good host
always cooks breakfast. That's even more important than cooking
dinner." I slid the pan of eggs off the burner and turned the heat
down. She watched attentively as I dropped them onto a plate and
then retrieved her steak from the oven. As I added it to her
plate, she suddenly turned me around and hugged me tightly, pushing
me towards the breakfast table. "Perea!"
"Hmmm?"
"Your breakfast will get cold," I said, protesting not too
strenuously.
She growled softly, lustfully as she guided me down onto the
tabletop, holding me with one hand to the small of back until I was
lying flat. "What I want for breakfast will never get cold."
I laughed as she nudged her way between my legs, sitting down
at the table and running her slightly unsheathed claws through the
fur of my legs. "If this is breakfast," I murmured to the ceiling,
"Maybe we should have it in bed."
"We could have had it in bed, but you abandoned me, Private."
"Last night you said you were tire-- Oh, Perea..." She pressed
her hot muzzle up to my mound, her tongue flicking out and invading
my privacy. So fitting for a soldier, the insurgency with which
she approach my clitoris. "Gods, Perry, slow down!
The soft purring noise she seemed to make even more
consistently than Ember ever had migrated up from her chest to her
throat, emerging as a soft and constant growling sound. "That's
it," I sighed, running my mitts over her head and playing with her
ears, "that's perfect." I could feel the moisture of her tongue
mixing with my own, the feel of her cool nose pressing against the
hood of my clit as she tongued my hole, tasting the juices that I
could feel between my legs, or so I imagined.
She retreated even further, finally just barely kissing my
cunt, her licks softly raining down over my exposed and needful
clitoris without pause of pressure. "Perry," I whimpered.
She chuckled then, a soft and feminine sound, almost out of
keeping with her body and profession. She started to lick me
harder, faster, and the little shocks of pleasure from every
flicker of her roughly-textured and gently-driven tongue pooled in
my belly like fire coming to life. "Oh, Perry," I gasped softly,
"How do you do this to me?"
She didn't answer, but instead reached up and, with claws again
slightly unsheathed, scratched her way down my sides, driving me
mad with lust. "Gods, Perry, let me come already!"
"I'm not stopping you," she said innocently, her parted muzzle
kneading my vulva and her tongue parting my labia to lick at my
core, my entrance, my clit. I moaned as she licked more directly,
slashing at my clitoris. My body tensed as my mind floated away at
her insistent kisses and licks. "P...Perry!" I gasped, coming
against her face, feeling her bury her muzzle against between my
blood-thickened lips and her tongue racing achingly against my
clitoris.
We lay there, my mitts grasping her ears, her muzzle deep
between my thighs, locked together like some unmoving tableaux.
Finally she leaned back and let me sit up. I looked down at her,
her muzzle wet with our fluids, and laughed. She looked up at me
with that sparkle in her eye that only now she allowed me to see.
I slid off the table into her lap and held her, thanking her.
"You're welcome," she replied to my whispered blessings. She
laughed and leaned back in her chair, looking up at me. "I love
you," she said with both awkwardness and sadness.
"Are you sure that's something you want to say right now?"
Perry looked away. "I need someone to say it to."
"And I'm it?" I asked, pulling away slightly. "That's what
all this is about?"
She shook her head. "That's not what it's all about, but
that's a good part of it. Rainy, do you know what a 'biological
clock' is?"
"I hope so. My dad's a geneticist and mom's a doctor," I said.
"It's either the rhythmic cycle of hormonal release in an adult
body, or the triggering of some biological process by a
progressively regenerative or degenerative condition."
"I mean, do you think someone could have a biological clock set
for when they want to have children?"
"Oh, that. I don't know. Some fems say they have them, times
when they have to have kids. My friend Rachel says she's unhappy
if she's not pregnant at least once every decade. Mom, on the
other hand, thought she had gotten her maternity days out of the
way two centuries ago. I'm glad she changed her mind."
"I am too," Perry said. "Do you ever feel it yourself?"
"What, me want to have kids?" I smiled. "Nah, not yet."
"I do," Perry admitted. "I'm not suggesting anything. I just
want you to know why I feel so... open, suddenly. Especially with
you."
"Are you looking for a partner to have them with? I mean, I
can't right now, you know that... I'm going to go into PAS training
in a couple of weeks."
She nodded. "I know it sounds stupid, but yeah, I am. You're
just the person I've been most attracted to in the past couple of
years. I'm willing to wait a while, but I've decided I want to
start looking now. I really want to have children."
"Why don't you just find someone and have them yourself?"
"Rainy, look at me! I don't even menstruate anymore. My body
is so neutered because of what I do, what I love, that I can't have
children."
"We can change that," I said, looking her over. She was right.
And I knew that part of the reason for her lack of menstruation was
that her lack of bodyfat prevented her from harboring the cyclic
hormones that triggered the start of her period. Like I said; Mom
was a doctor.
"But I don't want to."
"If you want your own children, you're going to have to," I
said softly. "If you want to be a soldier for the rest of your
life, for the centuries you've got ahead of you, that's fine. But
if you want children, Perry, you're going to have to shut down some
of your habits. You're going to have to let some spread take over
your life."
She smiled. "Sounds terrible."
"It should frighten you," I said, leaning back into her and
holding her close. "Nobody ever changes easily. Nothing ever
comes without a price."
She chuckled. "I know."
We were quiet for a few seconds. "My breakfast is probably
frozen by now."
"That's what microwaves are for."
"Ugh," she said softly. "Microwaved eggs."
"Aw, they're sunny-side down on biscuits. You won't even
notice."
She laughed. "Okay, I'll take your word for it."
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