Pete and Liska: Interlude
Pete pulled the rough shirt hastily over his head. Next came the pants,
joining shirt and shoes slung in a careless heap upon the ground.
The fresh air was welcome on his bare and sweaty skin. Assuring himself
of his solitude with another glance around the sheltered area, he waded into
It was a small stream about five feet across, but deep enough so that the
water covered him to just above his waist. Good enough to swim
in. He dove under immediately, cool water engulfing his heated scalp,
face and neck. He surfaced and began to cut through the water in
long, smooth strokes, relishing the lap
of water against his naked skin, washing away dust and soothing aching
muscles. After a few minutes he slowed and tipped his head back,
letting his still body float towards the surface of the slow moving
The area was lush and verdant, with sheltering
trees and grass growing down to the water’s edge. Birds called busily
to one another. Pete sighed again, floating aimlessly on his
back. A moment of tranquillity… so rare on
Directly behind him came a loud splash and Pete jerked upright, heart
hammering. His brows raised at the sight of Liska, splashing towards him from the bank. She was
completely naked… and gorgeous. His eyes traveled over her slim,
athletic figure, the long, dark hair. He closed his eyes for an instant, then opened them to meet her knowing
"What the hell are you doing?" he said, voice raised.
"What’s it look like?" She reached
out for him and he stumbled back a step, scowling. Her eyes widened and
took on a humorous glint. "You’re not afraid of me… are
you?" she asked him, trying to keep from
"Maybe of Kabon," he said, smiling
slightly. He took a deep breath. "He’d kill me if he saw us together. I don’t think you should be
"It’s not my father’s business, and you have no idea how he’d feel about
it, anyway." she said,
reaching out a hand towards his chest. He caught it with his own.
said softly. "I’m leaving soon. You know that."
"I didn’t come down here to discuss your plans with you, Pete.
I came here because I wanted to. Simple," she said, and moved
"Not simple at all," he replied, voice hardening. "Why
exactly are you here?"
Her blue eyes flashed. "Exactly?" He nodded, jaw
flexing. With a sudden motion, she stepped into his arms and wrapped
her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face down to hers, covering
his lips with her own. Her mouth sent an electric jolt through
his body. He stiffened in surprise and put his hands on both sides of
her waist, but he couldn’t make himself step back. Burke grappled with
self control, finally pushing her gently away. She gazed upwards,
longing evident, then lowered her eyes.
Pete looked down at her closed and sweat-slickened
eyelids. Her vulnerability touched him. He closed his own eyes
again and swallowed. He’d resolved to leave Chandar
before letting things go any farther and yet, here he was. God,
she was tempting - funny, and smart, not to mention drop-dead
beautiful. A rarity, these days, he couldn’t help but think - a human
with spirit and intelligence. Impulsively, he reached down and kissed
her closed eyelids, tasting salt. She raised her lips to his.
This time he could not resist, leaning down to explore her mouth
hungrily. Her hand reached up to his face, cupping it.
Burke teetered on the edge of the cliff. He knew he needed to get the
hell back to the village, before something happened that he’d regret, knowing
how he wanted her, wanted this.
She opened her eyes and stared up at him, taking in the dark wet hair,
already beginning to curl and the brown eyes, softened now. Taking
every ounce of self-control, he turned from her. Liska
made a protesting noise and reached out, pulling him back, and he drew in a
sharp, sudden breath as her eyes burned into his, revealing the depths of her
desire. His eyes traced unwillingly over her small, high breasts.
Teetering… teetering.. falling.
Pete shook his head at the mental image. Against his better judgment,
his arms went around her, caressing the smooth skin of her midriff with his
roughened hands. She shivered as his long brown fingers ran up and
brushed teasingly over her naked breasts to clasp her shoulders. He bit his
lower lip quickly, trying to shake the sense of foreboding. He didn’t
think he could stop himself anymore, and as if to prove it, his fingers moved
of their own accord, stroking the sides of her breasts lightly. He
lowered warm lips to hers. Their tongues meshed. She wrapped her
arms around him, sliding her hands around his waist and down, fingers
slipping over smooth skin.
He slid his tongue achingly down the line of her throat. Slowly his
fingers slid to her nipples, stroking lightly. Liska’s
eyes closed as the sensation of his wet mouth and fingers against her skin aroused
her further. His mouth fastened onto her breast, following the path of
his fingers, caressing her with his tongue. She shivered, nipples
rising into hard, hot peaks, and her breath grew ragged. She pressed
herself to him, feeling the length of him throb against her thigh, feeling
herself grow wet in response. She was afraid to look at him now, afraid
of what he’d see.
Liska ran her hands over his smooth chest and felt
his breath hitch. She smiled and taking his hand, waded through the water, pulling
him behind her over to the bank of the stream. She turned to look into
his eyes, in control of her emotions now, looking at his slim, muscular frame
and the line of hair that ran down his abdomen. She traced it with her
finger and pulled him into an urgent kiss.
Pulling back, she licked her lips, whispering "Sit down." He
looked at her questioningly. "Here," she said, insistent,
pointing to the graduated bank next to them. "Lean against
it." He looked at her again with heated dark eyes and did as she
said, pulling her down on top of him. He was smooth and hard, and she
grasped him in her hand. He gasped and arched upwards. She
thought he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, and she tried to keep
a tight rein on the feeling, hoping he couldn’t read it in her face.
Pete’s eyes searched hers, tracing the line of her jaw with a gentle finger,
running it down her body, exploring, to her wetness. He rubbed her
lightly, making her gasp, and she poised herself over him, sliding upon him,
parting slickly for him. Groaning, he thrust upwards, feeling her heat
contrasting with the cool water seconds before. Gently she began to
move, gasping as he filled her. His hands roamed to her nipples,
touching them between sweat-slickened
fingers. She moaned, quickening her pace. Moving to her hips, his
hands contrasted darkly with her smooth white skin, holding her, making himself a part of her. She’d never felt so much.. feeling.
He threw his head back, gasping as the pleasure roared up and through him,
enveloping him, rocking him in great waves. She cried out,
reaching for them both, and shrieked into the side of his neck as he came
into her, pulsing.
Liska sat still, recovering. With him still
inside her, she buried her face in his hair and kissed his neck, reveling in
his heat and wetness. He shivered in response. Touching her face with
his hand, his brown eyes looked into hers a moment before he kissed her
deeply and completely, seeming to revel in his possession of her. She
thought, absurdly, that she might cry.
He tried to ignore the sinking sensation, knowing he’d done the wrong thing,
he’d hurt her and himself, knowing in that moment that he cared for her more
than he ever wanted to think about. And knowing it didn’t matter if he
wanted her, or even if he wanted to stay with her…
he’d never abandon Alan. Alan needed him to help face the fact of a
life without his family in this frightening future world.
He looked at her face, glowing and content, and kissed her gently on the
cheek. He wanted to protect her, to make her happy, and this was what
Somehow he’d try to make her understand… but first, he’d have to try and
understand it himself.