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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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[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)