Hi All - Ok, so here it is. I've been reworking this post ever since I asked for Masqua to give me some 'MOD' advice concerning the 'spicy' parts.
I'd thought they were beautiful and tasteful but as Masqua pointed out possibly a bit over the edge from PG to what? PG14?
So, here's the post in full-length (rework) and I'm just not satisfied with the 'intimate parts' but I do understand the issues. So I'll post it
first here and for a 'check' before posting it in the story line and having it edited there. (That would so stink!)
If this looks ok I'll do a final edit and re-post in the story line.
Thanks everyone for your patience and help...
~*~*~*~ The Naked Truth ~*~*~*~
Adam thrust Dag from him, his eyes wide, his expression wretched with all the love, hate, confusion and helplessness of a man in love. And from these
mixed emotions anger surfaced first. ‘Why didn’t you tell me!’ He exploded more accusation than question.
Wiping the back of her hand across her bruised lips Dag’s eyes sparkled dangerously from under a fallen lock of white gold hair.
‘Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t know?’ The feral gleam burned brighter when Adam made the mistake of dropping his jaw, unable to
answer, disbelief fanning the lines at the corners of his eyes.
‘Ad-am, don’t answer that.’ She held up a hand, ’Don’t say a thing. Just...watch...’ Dag writhed out of her lab coat, then her
‘two-skin‘ a protective covering that molded to her body, the utilitarian garment worn by all from LAB. Naked, the chill air rising bumps along
her skin Adam saw, and understood the changes his touch, and his love had unleashed in her body. A man first, a doctor second Adam marveled at what
Her narrow boy like hips had widened as did the curves to her upper body, once flat now ripened and rounded into two separate globes. Her flat
stomach flared gently giving her curves the softness of a woman just come into her own. Thighs sleek and firm tapered down to long slender legs,
ankles and feet.
Adam’s eyes flashed from her body to her eyes with a thousand and one questions all snapping like sparks.
‘Tell me.’ He said and stepped toward her, drawn to her, needing to touch her skin. When he did Dag didn’t flinch.
‘Not all LAB ‘Rats’,’ Dag gave a bitter sweet smile and continued, ‘...not all of us are ‘gender specific’ at creation.’ A blush
crossed her cheeks and her eyes softened in pain. ‘Some of us never arrive to maturity, if you want to call it that, but are perpetually caught in
pre-pubescent conflict. A mistake in the ‘recipe’ they
call it.’ Dag’s eyes flashed again, Adam, appalled by the revelation caressed
Dag’s shoulders wanting to lend her his unspoken strength and understanding.
‘Go on...’ He whispered pulling her close, molding her into his embrace.
‘It’s in the ‘knowing’ Adam.’ Dag sighed against his shoulder and shuddered slightly.
‘The ‘knowing’? Adam’s lips brushed her hair while pulling a blanket from Silo’s bed and wrapping it around the woman in his arms.
‘Yes. In the final moment of ‘knowing’, when we respond to the one we...love,‘ Dag stopped and began to cry softly, ‘Adam I can’t
explain it, not really, but, here I am...‘ Dag relaxed inwardly but still stood rigid and giving at once in his arms.
‘You don’t have to say a word lass. Just know I’m sorry girl, believe that.’ Adam’s breath caressed her cheek where he bent to speak
closer to her ear.
‘Forgive you for what? For thinking you desired a boy?’ Dag’s nervous laughter revealed the vulnerability she’d so tried to hide.
‘No, for questioning you, even for a moment.’
When Dag didn’t answer Adam pulled her towards Silo’s bed and felt Dag stiffen.
‘No lass, it’s not what you think.’ Adam smiled thinly but understood. One moment ago he’d been about to ravish her, now he wanted to give
her more of the same but not in the way she thought.
Passing by the bed Adam stepped farther into the next room and continued to the gigantic window covering the whole end of the room, Silo’s portal to
the stars and what lay beyond the Yydryl. With a wave of his hand Adam closed the window a shiny surface much like a mirror slipped noiselessly in
It wasn’t embarrassment that kept Dag from dropping the blanket she hid behind but the fear Adam wouldn’t like what he saw reflected before them
in the mirror. She was more female than she imagined Dag admitted to herself ruefully.
Adam understood her at once but knew better. Removing the blanket carefully from her shoulders Adam slid behind Dag taking her hands into his.
What happened next was a wonder of exploration, passion, revelation and an act to banish fear.
Without a word Adam led her hands across the contours of her body guiding her tentative touch firmly, insistently.
He taught or her to feel the beauty in the lines of her form then the places only lovers knew. A touch behind the ear, behind the knee, the small of
her back, secret places. He taught her the textures hills and valleys of her maturity all the while watching her reaction in the great mirror range
from subtle to sublime. Dag was female, but it was her love for Adam and his love in return that brought that femaleness to life.
Adam pushed her away again, gently this time and turning her in his hands faced her with his soul reflected in his eyes. He wanted her. He loved her
and like this with his gaze glistening in emotion he looked more beautiful than Dag had ever seen him, something she thought impossible.
Confident Dag began plucking at the long row of buttons running up Adams’ chest. It was her turn to see him. With infinite care and trembling
fingers Dag released him from his clothes though her desire would have had her rip at its seams.
‘Dag, you’re something out of my dreams lass sweet and warm in my hands. I’m wanting you,’ His voice lowered his brogue more pronounced than
ever, ‘If you strip me bare now I’ll be needing to cover you. Do you understand what that means?‘ Adam, ready to give more or to get out held
his breath for her answer.
Dag nodded and ducked her head so Adam couldn’t see the bright hot flame scorching her cheeks. The flame of innocence, of passion and a woman’s
triumph. He wanted her!
Tipping her head back with a finger under her chin Adam remonstrated gently, ‘Never be shy with me nor ever turn your face from me again, not now,
not ever. It’s a beautiful thing we share and your a braw female entitled to feel your own power. It’s as old as time and more powerful still.
Without the draw there’d be no future, no love, no this...’ Adam licked his lips and ducked his head to kiss her again.
‘Adam?’ She whispered pulling away a fraction of an inch before accepting his kiss.
‘Yes?’ He groaned his resolve about to break.
‘Quit talking...’ Dag commanded as she dipped her head to run her tongue once across the salty skin of his chest taking in the taste and scent of
Adam growled and pulled her to him, lifting her on her toes to meet his lips, his...
The door behind them slid open with a hiss. Dag and Adam sprang from each other like criminals and bending down to snatch the blanket from the floor
Dag brought her head up, as Adam the slower of the two brought his head down unable to stop his motion but knowing what was about to happen, and
knowing it was going to hurt. Bad.
Dag’s head smashed into Adam’s nose the bone crunching cruelly releasing gouts of blood that spurt between his fingers clutching at his exploding
face. The pain was blinding. Eyes watering and barely able to breath Adam reached out to adjust the blanket across her shoulders and hips making
sure Dag was fully covered just as Chumley stepped into the room.
The look on his face was fantastic. There was his little friend Dag, naked and wrapped in a blood stained wrap her violet eyes wide with fear, her
face stained deep red, her shock of white hair ruffled. Adam his hands clutching at his face unable to stem the flow of blood running fast between
his fingers groaning his complexion pale his stance miserable.
Looking from one to the other Chumley wasn’t sure what he was seeing. Retreating a step back he wrung his tentacles not sure what to say or to do
next. Adam’s blood spattering the rug focused his mind.
‘Ohhhhh! ‘ Chumley howled his head flung back, ‘Ohhhh Adam, you can’t do
that Adam, you stop that, now! Carpet will killlll you!’
The great green Regalian squealed like a little girl, ’Adam that’s blooood
you’re getting all over!’ Chumley galloped for the door
where the intercom system rode the wall and called for working droids. Arms waving, tail held high in the air Chumley hurtled back to Adam and
without thinking grabbed the first thing he could to help staunch the blood. He snatched the blanket Dag was clutching to her chest and ripped it
from her grasp stuffing it into Adams hands and up against his nose.
Dag let out a shriek and ran past them to the bed the white flash of her nicely rounded hind end the last thing they saw before she disappeared
under the covers.
Chumley, mouth hanging open looked from Adam, back to the lump under the covers and back to Adam again before muttering the first thing that popped
into his mind.
Chumley didn’t finish the word before his nose exploded in pain bright green blood showing from the spot where Adam’s fist had plowed into his
Eyes running tears, his tentacles plastered over his nose to try and stop the bleeding Chumley grunted, shook his head, and grunted again.
‘You better call for another droid there big guy or your friend Carpet isn’t going to like you much either.’ Adam’s broken nose giving his
voice a nasally twang.
Chumley taking a closer look at the pool of green at his feet looked up, paled to a putrid beige, rolled his eyes back in their stems and with
tentacles flopping to his side the big Regalian promptly hit the floor.
‘Chumley! It’s just a little blood!’ Adam laughed around his pain before noticing the bright pool of liquid red at his own feet. His last
thought was of Carpet, the one he’d yet to meet, but hoping he was nice and soft cause Adam was about to do something he’d never done. He
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