The moon beams crawled along the floor of the living room
having long vanished from the coffee table’s surface. Bathing in the grey light
was Hector, his chest slowly rising and falling with the fur unkempt from
previous activities. She mused over what Hector was doing while she was in her
room. Hector sighed, and then twitched as he slept.
She caught herself breathing and could not escape regulating her own intake of air. The nightmares were getting better but it seemed as if they would never go away. Her sleep was interrupted because of their violence or disturbance. Either way, she was glad not to have woken Nathan. He seemed unconscious after tonight’s lovemaking. It had been sometime since she was involved in a sexual relationship. When she went to Vegas last year to see Tracy, the two of them had an evening reminiscent of the times when they were both "executive companions". But before Nathan, it had been several years since she was with a man, the last being that scum Vargis. So it has been many more years since she was involved in a “relationship”. Scarlet smirked recalling the evening – her skills had not diminished with time. If anything, her endurance may have improved as a side-effect of her transformation or hero-work. Lucky for Nathan, she thought with a grin.
But what about her? She admitted Nathan was keeping her attention and she admired his courage to seek her out in the first place. His honesty in all things seemed rivaled by Crimsonstar’s purity in truthfulness. Scarlet raised an eyebrow: comparing Nathan to Marsius felt unfair, but that’s how impressive Nathan seems: he even looks ”heroic” … if such a thing is real. He would look good in costume, she was sure of it, so he was somehow more attractive because he was not a hero. Scarlet’s brows twisted in thought: why were heroes attractive and villains unattractive? Why do evil women tend to look like sluts? The stereotypes were almost comical – yet Scarlet played the part, sort of.
She reached up to touch her eye-patch. It was always worn while having sex, as a rule of hers, to protect her self-esteem even at Nathan’s insistence she didn’t need it around him. That was sweet, but until they were married, then it’s her way or the highway …
Scarlet’s face revealed surprise. She looked out the window hoping no one was watching an embarrassing moment.
Marriage?!
Did she actually even think that? She immediately became uncomfortable as if realizing someone witnessed her making a mistake. Craning her neck to look into the bedroom, Nathan had shifted position but otherwise was still asleep. Thank God he doesn’t snore.
Scarlet looked back to Hector who was awake, sitting straight up and looking at her. He yawned wide then stood to stretch his back. She gently smiled while watching Hector turn in place and curl into a ball onto the floor.
Shaking her previous thoughts out of her consciousness, she stood and quietly walked toward her purse. Finding her Dawn Patrol communicator, Scarlet activated the PPD band. A hologram lighted above the badge and lit the room with a bluish hue. Her fully naked body was revealed in the azure light as she placed an ear bud close to her ear. Listening to various reports, she found one that appealed to her: one involving the Council. Scarlet activated her hero ID and then shut down the police band.
Within minutes she was in her original hero suit with jacket and locking the door to her condo. A note rested on the kitchen counter.
She caught herself breathing and could not escape regulating her own intake of air. The nightmares were getting better but it seemed as if they would never go away. Her sleep was interrupted because of their violence or disturbance. Either way, she was glad not to have woken Nathan. He seemed unconscious after tonight’s lovemaking. It had been sometime since she was involved in a sexual relationship. When she went to Vegas last year to see Tracy, the two of them had an evening reminiscent of the times when they were both "executive companions". But before Nathan, it had been several years since she was with a man, the last being that scum Vargis. So it has been many more years since she was involved in a “relationship”. Scarlet smirked recalling the evening – her skills had not diminished with time. If anything, her endurance may have improved as a side-effect of her transformation or hero-work. Lucky for Nathan, she thought with a grin.
But what about her? She admitted Nathan was keeping her attention and she admired his courage to seek her out in the first place. His honesty in all things seemed rivaled by Crimsonstar’s purity in truthfulness. Scarlet raised an eyebrow: comparing Nathan to Marsius felt unfair, but that’s how impressive Nathan seems: he even looks ”heroic” … if such a thing is real. He would look good in costume, she was sure of it, so he was somehow more attractive because he was not a hero. Scarlet’s brows twisted in thought: why were heroes attractive and villains unattractive? Why do evil women tend to look like sluts? The stereotypes were almost comical – yet Scarlet played the part, sort of.
She reached up to touch her eye-patch. It was always worn while having sex, as a rule of hers, to protect her self-esteem even at Nathan’s insistence she didn’t need it around him. That was sweet, but until they were married, then it’s her way or the highway …
Scarlet’s face revealed surprise. She looked out the window hoping no one was watching an embarrassing moment.
Marriage?!
Did she actually even think that? She immediately became uncomfortable as if realizing someone witnessed her making a mistake. Craning her neck to look into the bedroom, Nathan had shifted position but otherwise was still asleep. Thank God he doesn’t snore.
Scarlet looked back to Hector who was awake, sitting straight up and looking at her. He yawned wide then stood to stretch his back. She gently smiled while watching Hector turn in place and curl into a ball onto the floor.
Shaking her previous thoughts out of her consciousness, she stood and quietly walked toward her purse. Finding her Dawn Patrol communicator, Scarlet activated the PPD band. A hologram lighted above the badge and lit the room with a bluish hue. Her fully naked body was revealed in the azure light as she placed an ear bud close to her ear. Listening to various reports, she found one that appealed to her: one involving the Council. Scarlet activated her hero ID and then shut down the police band.
Within minutes she was in her original hero suit with jacket and locking the door to her condo. A note rested on the kitchen counter.
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