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crossing_lostrpThis takes place shortly after Ami and George finish their conversation in Playing Catch Up. If anyone feels like having a WTF moment, feel free to jump in. Here's a description of the active co-locator from the outside.
As much as Scott had wanted to contact his parents the previous night, he'd known that he was far too tired to try it. He and Ami couldn't keep their eyes open shortly after sunset, so they'd retired early to their shelter. "Four rounds of sex -- most of them island coffee-fueled -- plus working to stay fed will do that to you," Scott had joked. Ami agreed with a deep, lingering kiss. Despite that and full body contact, they'd been too exhausted to do anything other than sleep. Until they'd rested for a few hours, that is. When Scott awoke panting from a rather imaginative dream involving Ami, figs, and guava nectar, he was delighted to discover that their bodies were again able to keep up with their libidos.
After Ami had finished her social rounds for the morning -- something Scott truly couldn't fathom; making conversation so soon after waking up? Ugh. -- she'd suggested going foraging with Ripley as a pretense to try using the co-locator. Scott and Ripley had agreed, which was how he and Ami were now standing at the edge of the rippling, transluscent energy dome under the same root cave they'd used previously. Every few seconds a soft rustling emanated overhead from Ripley changing position at her sentry post.
Although the hemisphere seemed stable, Scott tossed a pebble inside just to be sure. It landed with a soft thunk on the other side -- presumably from the carpeted floor of his parents' apartment. Reassured, Scott squeezed Ami's hand. "No time like the present," he said. He let go of her hand and stepped into the shared space created by the co-locator.
Sunlight backlit the blinds covering the single window in the small room. (Ironic that I'm in two places at once and don't know where either place is.) He felt Ami's worry through their now-attenuated link. /I'm okay,/ Scott reassured her. /I'm in the same room as last time./ He turned to face the closed door, which was hazy since it was on the other side of the energy dome. "Mom! Dad!" Scott shouted. While he waited for a response he asked Ami, /If they're home, do you still want to meet them? You don't have to. Since the co-locator is still working, there should be other opportunities./
As much as Scott had wanted to contact his parents the previous night, he'd known that he was far too tired to try it. He and Ami couldn't keep their eyes open shortly after sunset, so they'd retired early to their shelter. "Four rounds of sex -- most of them island coffee-fueled -- plus working to stay fed will do that to you," Scott had joked. Ami agreed with a deep, lingering kiss. Despite that and full body contact, they'd been too exhausted to do anything other than sleep. Until they'd rested for a few hours, that is. When Scott awoke panting from a rather imaginative dream involving Ami, figs, and guava nectar, he was delighted to discover that their bodies were again able to keep up with their libidos.
After Ami had finished her social rounds for the morning -- something Scott truly couldn't fathom; making conversation so soon after waking up? Ugh. -- she'd suggested going foraging with Ripley as a pretense to try using the co-locator. Scott and Ripley had agreed, which was how he and Ami were now standing at the edge of the rippling, transluscent energy dome under the same root cave they'd used previously. Every few seconds a soft rustling emanated overhead from Ripley changing position at her sentry post.
Although the hemisphere seemed stable, Scott tossed a pebble inside just to be sure. It landed with a soft thunk on the other side -- presumably from the carpeted floor of his parents' apartment. Reassured, Scott squeezed Ami's hand. "No time like the present," he said. He let go of her hand and stepped into the shared space created by the co-locator.
Sunlight backlit the blinds covering the single window in the small room. (Ironic that I'm in two places at once and don't know where either place is.) He felt Ami's worry through their now-attenuated link. /I'm okay,/ Scott reassured her. /I'm in the same room as last time./ He turned to face the closed door, which was hazy since it was on the other side of the energy dome. "Mom! Dad!" Scott shouted. While he waited for a response he asked Ami, /If they're home, do you still want to meet them? You don't have to. Since the co-locator is still working, there should be other opportunities./
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[Scott] Payback (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-27 06:10 pm (UTC)At one point fabric ripped. It took Scott a moment to figure out what had torn, since Ami's bra had come off some time ago. The next time he came up for air he noticed Ami's white-knuckled grip on the blanket. Scott smiled smugly. He loved that they could do this to each other.
"Scott, please..." Ami groaned thickly. He slid his sweat-slicked body up hers, lavishing kisses and nips along the way. When their mouths finally met Ami beat on his shields, protesting, /Why? I can barely feel you./
Scott nipped her ear, then breathed, "Just a little longer." As he tickled the pulse point on Ami's neck he mentally located and connected with his sphere and dropped his shields. They both cried out from the rush of pleasure. Scott's concentration shattered, and it took him a few moments to reconnect with his sphere. Through their shared sensations he felt how Ami ached for completion even more than he did. As she wrapped her legs around him and raked her nails down his back, Scott thrust inside of her. Nirvana exploded through their bodies and minds, leaving blackness in its wake.
[Ami] Payback (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-28 12:31 am (UTC)The entire time he was shielded, and she could only feel the slightest hints of his desire, which only enflamed her and aroused her further.
When he finally let down his shields, their ardor connecting and melding, and thrust into her, she was already deep in the throes of overwhelming sensation. One touch, one move and for a moment the entire world seem to freeze around her, her entire body teetering on the edge. Something powerful lurked inside of her, growing stronger with every previous touch and kiss and now it shook, raining down through her entire body then rising up again and exploding outwards. She felt the explosion in every nerve cell, every fiber, a wave of completion rocking her body so strongly that she thought she might lose her senses. It went on and on, exploding, cresting, breaking, rising and exploding again until her body began to quake from the sheer intensity of it, breathing became nearly impossible and the line between pleasure and pain blurred.
Ami wanted it to end. Ami wanted it to go on forever.
By the third wave, she was senseless, and oblivion swallowed her.
[Scott] Awakening (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-28 01:34 am (UTC)As Scott neared the water's rippling surface he began to feel uneasy. It didn't make any sense. The closer he got the stronger his worry became, so much so that he dove back down. But he was running out of air, so he was forced to face whatever it was. With his lungs burning Scott swam faster, breaking through the surface and gulping down air.
As his racing heart slowed, Scott realized that he'd been dreaming. He sat upright in the night-darkened tepee. Although he couldn't see Ami, he felt her presence and heard her sleep-slowed breaths. (Everything's fine. We're safe. And well-shagged.) His lips curled into a grin at the memory of the mind-blowing foreplay and orgasms. (Weird. My lips feel puffy. It *did* get kind of rough toward the end.)
Reassured, Scott lie down, absently making a mental note to see if anyone had scissors for a haircut. All of this hair on his neck and shoulders was too damn hot for a tropical island.
*blink*
Scott's hand shot up, confirming that loose curls did indeed fall below his shoulders. (What the fuck is the island doing *now*?) he thought, panicked. He bolted upright again, gasping when he *jiggled*. Even more horrifying was the realization that his dick and balls were *gone.* It didn't take long to confirm what his subconscious was trying to tell him earlier. "What the fuck?!" he shouted in a voice an octave too high. "I'm a girl!"
[Ami] Awakening (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-28 01:56 am (UTC)“Ow!” a feminine voice protested.
Ami jerked her arm, her very heavy arm, away. “Blimey, what –“
She stopped in mid-sentence. Her voice was deep. Too deep. And her body didn’t feel right. There was no hair brushing her shoulders, no braid down her back – no breasts when she moved. Her hands instantly shot to her chest, clutching the area where there should have been breasts, but instead only finding muscles and pectorals. As the horrific realization sank in, Ami reached down between her legs and gave a very girly yelp when her hand contacted a very male penis and a set of balls.
“Ohmifuckinggod, I have a willy.”
[Scott] Awakening (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-28 02:20 am (UTC)*blink*
(*Our* bodies.)
(She smells like me. And I smell like her.)
(Jesus fucking Christ.)
OOC:
Date: 2006-04-28 02:23 am (UTC)Oh man, I'm loving the Freaky Friday thing...
Re: OOC:
Date: 2006-04-28 02:28 am (UTC)[Ami] Panicking (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-28 02:47 am (UTC)(And I'm Scott,) Ami registered as his thoughts tapered off. Her eyes went wide. /I'm you! And you're me!/ Somehow the horror wasn't so horrific, despite her surprised reaction. At least she knew Scott's body, nearly as well as she knew her own and that meant that the situation was manageable, right?
(And who hasn't wanted to be the opposite sex for a day?)
(What the bloody hell am I going on about?)
She felt herself panic and she pushed it back. She couldn't panic, not now. No, no way. Not panicking. Not even close to panicking. Scott was here and they would figure this out. She wasn't about to panic.
Yet.
[Scott] A plan (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-28 11:33 am (UTC)The pretense wasn't working.
/Okay, worst case scenario, we're stuck like this. Could be worse, right?/ Ami laughed nervously with her newly tenor voice. Scott shuddered, making his (Ami's) breasts jiggle, which was kind of hot. His nipples hardened, and were exquisitely sensitive when they brushed against Ami. Scott gasped. (Not. Now!) He wrenched his thought back to the problem at hand.
/*Something* had to trigger this. We just need to figure out what./ He felt Ami's mental nod. /The last time I remember being in my own body -- and I can't believe I just said that in all seriousness -- was during our last round of sex. I think I passed out. Did you?/
/Yes, finally, thank god!/
/What?/ Scott thought, dismayed. /I thought you were enjoying it./
Ami chuckled, which ironically was less disturbing. /Oh, I was. It's just-- can we discuss this later?/
/Yeah, sure./ Scott wracked his brain to remember what they'd been talking about. His now-long hair fell in his face. He pushed it back, irritated. (Right. Body-switching, for fuck's sake.) /So the switch occurred during orgasm or when were were sleeping afterwards. We've had other weird things happen during sex --" he giggled "-- so it was probably the orgasm."
He and Ami reached the same conclusion simultaneously. /We should shag again?/ Ami thought.
Scott surprised himself by smiling impishly. /Couldn't hurt./ Sobering, he continued, /If that last orgasm triggered this, then maybe another one will switch us back./
/So we're going to switch bodies every time we shag?!/
/Um... I don't know./ He pressed himself against Ami (him), delighted and slightly weirded out by the physical reactions it prompted. /Only one way to find out./
[Ami] A plan (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-28 12:40 pm (UTC)She was used to being lighter, smaller in comparison and she definitely hadn't been in Scott's skin (literally) long enough to be comfortable in his body. Ami didn't know his body's limits or strength, and was afraid of hurting him (her).
/I don't think I can do this,/ Ami confessed, reluctantly breaking the kiss. /I don't want to hurt you./
[Scott] A plan (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-28 01:43 pm (UTC)As he pushed Ami down it occurred to him that he probably couldn't use his sphere for healing or anything else. That prompted another shudder, which caused more jiggling which was hot/weird, but hormones didn't care about weird and he really wanted his body back so he jumped on top of Ami, amazed by how light and agile he felt. At first he let his hands roam, but reined them in because Ami felt just plain *wrong* which was having the opposite of the intended effect. Instead he stretched himself over Ami (him). They both gasped from the full body almost-tingle -- the one thing that hadn't changed.
They kissed passionately for a short time. As hormones overtook reason, hands began wandering, and they both surrendered to pleasure, exiling trepidation and unease to distant corners of their minds. When they both were on the brink Scott -- after a few false attempts -- guided Ami inside. They climaxed instantly, overwhelmed by the blissful yet unfamiliar sensations. Bodies entangled, they lie together panting and stunned.
[Ami] A plan (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-28 04:07 pm (UTC)She sighed, a muzzy sort of lethargy seeping through. Not only was she sated, but she felt drained and spent, her physical energy down(No wonder blokes go to sleep after sex.) Hugging Scott close, she closed her eyes, just for a minute.
[Scott] Observation (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-28 04:56 pm (UTC)/No wonder blokes go to sleep after sex./ The thought, which hadn't been directed at him, made Scott realize his lack of awareness of both of their bodies. Normally he had a background awareness of his own body which he could bring into sharp focus on a whim. That awareness was now dulled and blurred. When he touched someone else he normally had a similar, vague awareness of the other person -- less vague for Ami due to their link. Now, however, his awareness Ami's (his) body was utterly absent. Had he not been so sated and relaxed he'd have been upset. At the moment it was more of a disappointing curiosity.
With a contented sigh Ami wrapped her arms around him, enveloping him completely. Safety and security covered him like a blanket. Scott sighed as well, snuggling closer. He wasn't sleepy, so he wiggled and shifted occasionally, delighting in the differentness of Ami's body and the solidness of his beneath him. Gradually his eyelids grew heavy and closed completely.
[Scott] Awake again (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-28 08:28 pm (UTC)Walt's shout startled Scott awake. He rolled off of Ami, instinctively calling his sphere to his hand as his brain tried to figure out what was happening. The yellow lab's panting and multiple sand-soft footsteps sounded just outside of the shelter. Scott empathically sent a strong "go away" vibe, primarily to the dog. "I know, I know," Walt said teasingly from the outside of the thatched walls. "You're with your *girlfriend*." He snickered, then said "C'mon, Vincent." The footsteps departed.
Scott flopped back on to the woven mats, wincing from the scratches on his back. /What happened?/ Ami asked sleepily.
Scott chuckled. /Oh, nothing much. Walt and Vincent nearly walked in on us buck naked and in each other's... bodies...?/ He bolted upright, gaping at *his* arms and legs in the small amount of light that penetrated the tepee's thatching. "It worked!" he shouted.
[Ami] Awake again (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-29 01:08 am (UTC)Yanked completely awake, Ami sat up and blinked at him, fully prepared to ask what worked when she noticed that she was bouncey again, and felt hair brushing her shoulders. "We've our bodies back!"
She stretched her arms in front of her, looking at the chocolate skin with glee. Then just to be certain she reached down and cupped and lifted her breasts, "I'm a girl again!"
[Scott] Sleeping beauty? (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-29 02:40 am (UTC)"You certainly are," he growled, tackling her and rolling them both on the mat. They kissed and touched, of course, but didn't progress any further. "I don't care what this stupid island throws at us," he told her. "I love you. And lust you. In equal parts, I think."
Ami smiled with her heart in her eyes. "I love and lust you, too."
Scott kissed her, then turned his head away from Ami. "You hear that, island? Fuck you!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Ami threw her head back and laughed.
They lie there for a while, content in each other's arms, until thirst and hunger prodded them to join the rest of the world. They were locating their hastily removed clothes from the morning when Scott stopped short. "What time is it?" he asked abruptly.
Ami responded, bemused, "Does it really matter here?"
Scott grinned at her, absently laying one hand on her thigh. "Not really. But it's light out. When we woke up before it was dark. 'Can't see your hand in front of your face' dark."
Ami's brow furrowed as she followed his train of thought. "And before that it was the morning. Strewth! Did we sleep for the rest of the day?"
Scott shrugged, grimacing a little from his scratched-up back. "It sure looks that way," he replied. Then he crawled over to his carry-on bag. "My watch is in here somewhere," he explained as he unzipped the front pocket. "It has the date on it."
[Ami] Sleeping beauty? (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-29 02:48 am (UTC)(Or had such intensive multiple orgasms that my stomach actually hurt.)
She reached out to Scott and touched the unbroken skin just above her scratch marks, "Aren't you going to heal that?"
[Scott] Sleeping beauty? (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-29 03:09 am (UTC)Ami laughed softly and squeezed his hand. "I'm fine. Exceptionally well-shagged." As he resumed the search for his watch Ami touched his back near the top of the scratches. "Aren't you going to heal that?"
Scott grinned at her over his shoulder. "Nope."
Ami frowned, puzzled. "Why not?"
"They're 'badges of conquest,'" he replied in a close approximation of Kevin's accent.
[Ami] The Verdict (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-29 03:22 am (UTC)Scott chuckled, "I think it was a draw."
Ami laughed and kissed his shoulder. "Then I can't wait for the tie breaker." She watched as he produced his watch and checked the time, "What's the verdict? Did we manage to sleep the day away?"
[Scott] The Verdict (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-29 12:42 pm (UTC)[Ami] The Verdict (tag Scott)
Date: 2006-04-29 01:18 pm (UTC)She decided to double-check, and reached out telepathically to Megabyte. /What day is it?/
/For you? Seems to be screw like rabbits day. Oh, wait that's everyday./ Megabyte sent back. There was a teasing affection in his voice, but over the top of that was feeling of general exhausation. /It's the same day it was an hour ago, and two hours before that, and three hours before that./
Ami felt herself blush, even as she reminded herself that she had nothing to be embarrassed about for enjoying her lover. /I am trying to hold my shields against you. Really, I am./
/Yeah, well, keep it up and you're going to have to find *me* a girlfriend,/ came the answer, the tiredness more apparent.
/There's always Shannon,/ Ami teased, knowing how much he disliked the High Maintenance types.
There was a pause, his voice was quieter, as though making the effort to talk was distracting as well as tiring. /Oh, you're funny./
/Are you all right?/
Ami noticed Scott looking intently at her. She gave him a smile, explaining, "Megabyte. And don't make a fuss about it."
/Yeah, I'm good. Just tired. Making shovels./
/Huh?/
/For the boar pits, we need shovels. I'm making them./
Ami heard what he didn't say as much as what he did say. He was doing that molecular manipulation thing that wiped him out under normal circumstances; who knew how much the odd EM field on the island would affect him? /Be careful, all right? Don't tire yourself too much. Also, eat and sleep. Frequently./
/Yes, Mom,/ Megabyte quipped faintly.
Ami withdrew her mental touch, sensing that Megabyte was far too tired to keep this up. She had wanted to ask him about shared dreams, but didn't press. She focused on Scott, "I've never had a shared dream, not in that sense before, but I think that it's safe to say that between our link and the island. . . well, we can't know what's normal or possible for us."
But what did that mean? Not that she minded having Scott in her dreams - he figured prominently in the majority of them anyway. But her nightmares ... there was something she didn't want to inflict upon Scott.
Was dream sharing to be the norm now? Or was it triggered by super intense orgasms?
(And no way I'm giving up super sex, dreams or not.)
[Scott] The norm (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-29 03:47 pm (UTC)Scott chuckled as he tugged his clothes on. /Me neither./ A cartoonish image of the two of them pulling off each other's superhero costumes popped into his head, and they both laughed aloud. Scott grinned at her. "You saw that too, huh?"
"Yes," Ami confirmed. "You're silly."
Scott shrugged. "If there's one thing I've learned, it's to not take yourself too seriously."
As they finished dressing Scott's thought returned to the idea of shared dreams. That could be a lot of fun. He glanced at Ami. /So we're establishing the precedent for Tomorrow Person/half Algeiban intimate relationships on a bizarro island, hmm?/
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Date: 2006-04-29 10:08 pm (UTC)