aeons_crackshot | OOM:Remember When I was an Amazon?

Annabelle is making a valiant attempt at organization, if only for distraction's sake. Connor's been gone and, well, she misses him a LOT.

Her closet had turned up with weird stuff in it again, but it is at least stuff she's mostly familiar with this time. She's going through the pile when she sees a familiar pair of worn bamboo canes. "Heh. I haven't thought of these in years," she says with a chuckle.

Once upon a time, the Æon Society found a culture that appeared to be based on the Amazons from ancient mythology. As you might expect, Annabelle got on with the female warriors quite well indeed.

She starts moving through the motions her body still remembers of one of their sword dances, the short bamboo sticks serving in place of swords.

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aeons_crackshot

He's going to hear quite a few of his Favorite Annabelle Noises as he kisses and caresses her. Chronologically, it hasn't been THAT long, but the desire he's waking is worthy of a much longer dry spell.

Even so, she's not going to let him have ALL the fun. Her clever hands and hungry kisses are giving pleasure as she eases him out of his clothes.

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leadinghome

Connor... is highly unlikely to protest being undressed.

Pesky clothes, right? Good for nothing right now that he wishes to make love to his beautiful girlfriend.

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aeons_crackshot

Pesky indeed. Good thing she's helping him get rid of them, no?

When the fabric is dealt with it's ever so much easier to caress, kiss, and tease him. By now, she's gotten good at driving him slowly out of his mind with pleasure.

That sensitive spot by his shoulder, the faint depressions between his vertebrae, on his neck near his ear...all places a stranger would miss.

But physical skill may pale in light of what he's picking up with the Package: the sweet and gentle warmth of true, deep love, the primal hunger of her desire focused entirely on him, the echoes of her pleasure at his touch sending delightful little ripples down his nerves....

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leadinghome

Nah.

Everything else pales before the wonder of being open to that contact, of body and mind, to be with someone whom he can let in past his mental defenses. With Annabelle, he can put down his guard and just... be.

And make sweet love to her, until a perfect mutual release.

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aeons_crackshot

Funny how the non-psychic feels very much the same about that, isn't it? She doesn't have to put up a front with him, be strong all the time.

The sex being really, really good is just the cherry on top. (Those poor, foolish women who didn't pay him any mind back home have no idea what they're missing. If they did....well, he'd be beating them off with a stick.)

She's sprawled across his body, relishing both the physical closeness and the afterglow. "Hmmmm." Looks like she's not quite back to being verbal yet...

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leadinghome

"Hmmmm." He agrees.

Words are over-rated.

Deeply so.

And even more when you take into consideration how these two are so deeply connected.

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aeons_crackshot

Annabelle shifts a little for better Naked Cuddling. Being connected with him is....restful. Something in his quiet, contemplative nature makes it possible for her usual hyper-vigilance to take a nap.

For a little while, it's almost like she's never had what modern doctors would call post-traumatic stress disorder and her own time christened "shell shock".

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leadinghome

Naked cuddling is the best cuddling.

Here, now, together, they're safe.

Safe.

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aeons_crackshot

'Safe' isn't a feeling she's terribly familiar with. It got shredded when she was shot for the first time at the age of 12, and her life after that only stomped it further into the ground.

But....she can believe that it's true, for these precious moments. The moments when their hearts beat as one, their very selves mingle in ways human language has not yet invented the proper words to describe.

She's floating somewhere between asleep and awake, adrift in the sea of their selves. The feel of his body close like this is very nice though, nice enough for the embers of desire to begin, ever so slightly, to stir.

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leadinghome

It's hard to describe, when you flash a 'grin' mentally. You see, it's open, clear, no possibility of misunderstandings.

Teasing, praise, excitement, and flattery all together. Already?

Of course, it's also clear how he feels pretty much the same, desire stirring.

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aeons_crackshot

Apparently, Her mental voice is teasing, flattering, eager. You are entirely irresistible.

Besides, I haven't had the chance to spoil you for DAYS.

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leadinghome

I feel like I'm eternally spoiled already. Connor draws her into a kiss.

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aeons_crackshot

Hah. I have only just begun to spoil you she teases. Spoiling him is her main plan for the foreseeable future, if you couldn't guess.

Kissing is good. Warm, soft, sweet lips meet his eagerly.

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leadinghome

Kissing is very good. Kissing Annabelle is bliss. Love you.

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You'll have to tell me about the amazon thing... Now that his brain is recovered, well, he's curious too.

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aeons_crackshot

Bliss is a very good word. Love you.

....

....

It takes a bit for her brain to recover. How I ended up there in the first place, or the dance? Or both, of course.

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leadinghome

Okay, so words are not completely useless... Both? You know I never tire of hearing abut your adventures. Even if he does worry a lot sometimes.

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aeons_crackshot

It takes a moment or two to dig up the details, as it was more than a decade ago.

People had gone missing, and I was the only one free to go and do some searching in the jungle. she says with a rueful chuckle.

Probably a good thing, in hindsight. It could have been Tallon who ran into them instead of me! While Tallon mellowed quite a bit over the years, he never DID entirely approve of women being warriors and explorers. (On the other hand, considering he grew up during an era where slavery was perfectly legal in certain parts of the United States....he was surprisingly liberal.)

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leadinghome

Right person for the right job. Even if you did not knew when you started checking it. Ah, the wonder of mental conversations: no hidden meanings, no misunderstandings.

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aeons_crackshot

I suppose. She says with a mental chuckle. I wasn't too keen on heading out, especially since that translation device of Dixon's made the back of my eyes itch.

Mental conversations are definitely a plus. Especially since you can share video, sort of.

A jungle: dank, hot, and humid. Oh, and eerily silent. "Oh, this isn't foreboding at all." memory!Annabelle mutters sarcastically to no one.

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leadinghome

Oh, a movie. Annabelle has great movies, even if they turn very scary and worrying at times.

Connor draws her closer, and 'listens'.

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aeons_crackshot

And unlike Hollywood, they really ARE based on true stories! Which...may be why they are so scary and worrying sometimes, come to think of it.

Annabelle steps forward between two especially large tree trunks, and the world seems to tilt sideways for a moment. She throws her arm forward instinctively to try and catch her balance, and her hand hits a rock face that definitely wasn't there a second ago.

Annabelle sighs, and looks around. Yup, it's not the same jungle she was in a second ago. Fucking pocket dimensions.

Grumbling, she starts following what looks like a trail crudely hacked through the brush.....

After much swearing, swatting of insects, and a surprise close encounter with a viper that was dangling from a limb, she reaches what looks like a camp. A very empty camp.

"Ah shit. Wonder what the hell ate them?" No, she's not assuming they've all just stepped out for a potty break or a spot of tea. Call it paranoia if you like, but it's kept her alive so far!

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leadinghome

Paranoia? It is a completely empty camp.

If the people were not eaten already, they are being munched currently.

Om nom nom.

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aeons_crackshot

Speaking of being eaten....there's suddenly the sound of shouting and something very, very big moving through the jungle.

Most people would take this opportunity to run the hell the other way. Annabelle....is not most people.

It doesn't take all that long to get close enough to catch a glimpse of the beast. It looks like something out of H.P. Lovecraft's fever dreams, an eyeless horror whose form wavers at the edges. Plant-life around it smokes and withers as its monstrous form passes over it. Up in the trees, warrior women are shouting at the thing, dodging it's attacks and watching their spears and arrows clatter off of it without leaving a mark.

To Annabelle's experienced eyes, it's clear that the women KNOW they can't kill this thing. If she had to hazard a guess, this is a suicide mission to draw this thing away from their tribe....

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leadinghome

That... makes Connor tense a bit: he draws Annabelle closer, knowing she's about to do something Incredibly Dangerous.

Well, memory-movie-Annabelle is, at least.

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aeons_crackshot

Memory!Annabelle isn't going to do anything Incredibly Dangerous! Well, not right this second, anyway.

Despite the grumbling from her teammates, she DOES learn from her mistakes. Ending up in the mouth of a T-Rex was quite enough to teach her the folly of small scale armament on something that big.

Think, Memory!Annabelle, think! Wait, she's almost sure there was a crate or two of dynamite back at the camp.

Oh dear. There is a PLAN afoot....