!!WARNING!! CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL !!WARNING!! !IF YOU'VE A WEAK STOMACH OR A BAD HEART DON'T READ FURTHER! Release notes: Please remember that I hold no claim to these characters and never want to. You are free to distribute this work freely to all. However, this item is not for sale, and may not be sold in any way, form, or fashion. It contains copyrighted work and therefore subject to international laws, and modes of conduct. P.S. Don't bother me with your ideas of morality. I've already enough of my own. Authors Foreword: I tried my best to give this work some integrity without ruining it entirely for you pervs (myself included) out there. As always, remaining in character was a problem, but I think I pulled it off rather well, considering the situation I was... um... well. I thought at first that a menage e' Tylor would be well suited to this piece, but Azalyn's too cute and innocent to experiment, and Kim just deserves better, pardon my inhibitions. Tylor, however, is such a hard character to write for that it became a problem how to get him into bed with the right person. After all, we can't go popping in on sleeping empresses (pardon the pun) in the middle of the night. What would the neighbors say? Much less Yuriko. Oh, about Yuriko. You'll be glad to know, she's quite a mattress dancer, as you'll soon find out, I'm sure (he he he). I plan to have everyone in the series in bed, but that was 'plan to', not 'will', you understand. It will probably depend upon the response I get from this (hint, hint, nudge, nudge), and of course, my available free time (ugh). One last thing: If you read this knowing you were going to get pissed off at the abuse of journalistic power (i.e. you're a goody-two-shoes who should never leave the house again, and the only thing you can stand to watch is old Shirley Temple movies, YECCH!) DON'T BOTHER ME!!! I don't care that I'm going to hell for my lewd machinations. As a matter of fact, I'm rather proud of my lecherous imagination. Why else do you think you would be reading this? $#@%@! twit! Well, now that I'm done with my rant, you may read on, my fellow countrymen (that's women included by the way. Sorry, I'm just not gender neutral. That's the pretty boy.) ENJOY!! -------------------------------------------- To Dream ²^Âð^Ì©^Âé^Á@ yumewomiru by Inaba Messages Unheard Fall to the sea. Deaf. Mute. Never to be seen By the eye or by the ear. Always to wander, Urequited, without end. Lt. Kim wasn't the sort of girl to be rebuffed by anyone. She certainly had never been so insulted in her life! she thought as she stormed down the hallway after her late night meeting with Tylor. How could any man be so obstinate! So dense! she growled as she rounded the corner to the officers club. But her vehemence didn't last long. Every pore in her body seemed to bleed. She slumped against the bulkhead, following its slow pressure down to the floor. It had been quite a long time since she'd been turned down by anyone. Well, she thought, it's not like I go around picking up guys... but that didn't help. Just the thought of the two men she'd really known in her life depressed her even more. The first had been only a crush, but to her it had been more than that. She smiled, thinking back. She had pestered the poor man almost incessantly. She being a fairly well developed fifteen year old at the time, it didn't take long for him to succumb. But that too was to no avail. Her first lover, and her first love had been a military man, and partly the reason she wore this uniform. He had left her in Kyoto, waving at the shuttle as he left among comrades. The only thing she'd ever received from him there-after was the entirely too painful Dear Joan. Then the news of his accident came. It was all too much for a girl only sixteen at the time. She had withdrawn into a flirtatious shell. Nothing more than a 'See?!, THEY want me, you bastard!', she knew that. But still, it hurt the same. The second: Well, she thought ruefully, that certainly left something to be desired. One night of romance, and three years of working next to him, day after day, after day, after day. She could still hear his words. "I'm sorry, Kim, I tried to make it work, but... I just can't." She shriveled. The bastard shouldn't have kept it a secret that he liked Andressen! But, they'd been drinking quite a lot, and well... it just sort of happened. Neither of them ever said anything more about it after that night. She was rather surprised that they'd become quite good friends in the mean time. She almost thought of him as a sister, someone to trade secrets with, and share those intimate dreams with. It was a shame though, she thought, so much beauty gone to waste. She looked at the doorway, a single ribbon of streamer laying across the threshold, almost an oracle, pulling her mind in through those doors, into oblivion. That's what I need, she thought defiantly, a good, stiff bourbon, or maybe even a screwdriver to get my mind off of it. She smiled gleefully, putting the pain away as she wiped the tears out of her eyes with a sniffle. I'll get so sloshed I won't even be able to remember my own name, much less TYLOR! With her new energy she pulled herself up and strode into the bar, her resolve eroding with each step, the walls that had blocked off so much distress crumbling at the tap of her heels on the deck. Hammered, she thought as she went round the bar, poured out a shot and slammed it. Fucked up beyond belief: another shot. "Tylor...." strait from the bottle. Tylor woke slowly, rising from the lurid dreams that always seemed to trap him at the scent of a woman so close as to touch her. He breathed it in and smiled, then felt the warmth of pointed nipples, and firm, silken thighs at his back and legs. He didn't remember doing anything. And who was it in his bed, snuggled to him like a cub suckling at his mother's teat. He moved, but slowly, and felt the bundle behind him twitch. He stopped, not wishing to wake his bedmate. His hand reached back, covering the warm thigh and moving upward, feeling for some clue as to who it might be. It was smooth, and soft, only a bit thick up around the buttocks, but firm lower towards the knee. His mind found the answer quickly enough. It was Azalyn. The slight amount of baby fat had given it away. He was almost upset that it wasn't who had filled his dreams that night. But nonetheless, Azalyn was as cute as any. He moved slowly, and propped his head on his hand, cherishing the supple curves of her face. She was such a cute thing, if only a little pushy. Always ready with a smile to brighten the moments that tried him. Yes, she was a trusted friend, and most likely always would be. He had grown very fond of her during their time together. But she was still just a child in so many ways. He frowned. The truth be told he felt for her. Even in her sleep he could see the pains that ebbed at her rummage through her features. One so young, he thought, shouldn't be bothered with the problems of an Empire, if only because she smiles so little, certainly not as carefree as a young girl should be. He often feared that such responsibility at such a young age would kill her spirit, but that was the one thing that this young hellion had aplenty, he reminded himself with a grin. He knew that she loved him, yes. Knew what would happen to her heart if she ever exposed her heart. It would crush her. And that spirit that he loved so much would be gone. Better to let her forget slowly, over time. "Give yourself that time." he whispered, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She stirred, mumbled, then peacefully drifted off into the abyss once again. He smiled, and pushed a curl away from her eyes. "Young one." Kim was plastered, and getting more drunk by the second. It just wasn't fair! she kept keening to herself, tears streaming down in droves now. She grabbed for one of the two bottles on the table that had multiplied themselves from the one she had brought with her to the darkened nook, secured it and poured out another drink sloppily, not noticing the figure that walked toward her. She lifted the unsteady glass, or was it her hand that was unsteady, she didn't care, and felt it slip from her fingers. "Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!" she bellowed aloud like a child, her teetering hand following the cup. "Kampai!" Tylor chimed merrily and emptied the drought with one gulp. "Ahh..." he mused, "Thank you, Kim." Kim sniffed soulfully, still watching the glass as Tylor sat down directly across from her. "What keeps you up so late?" he asked, measuring out another drink for himself, and sipping it slowly. "Nona yer busnis." she said flatly, reaching for the bottle, but Tylor leaned back, taking it with him as he emptied his glass. "Ahh..." she whimpered, her arms too heavy to continue her reach. "But I'm the captain." said Tylor, "Everything's my business." She looked at him dead center, closing one eye to focus and sneered. "Youuuu bashtrd! It's nun yer busnis!" and reached for the bottle again. "Now gimme back my lker Tylor pulled back instantly, tipping the bottle upside down, the remnants of the liquid gone. "But it's all gone..." obviously saddened. Kim's arms fell to the table, her head slumping into them. "It's all yer fault." she whimpered softly. "You rejected me as shertinly as any man can.", tears beginning to fall from the tip of her chin. "Pusd me aside like the ol' wrn' out hag that I am. You would'n ebn notice I was there!" "Huh?" (as witty as ever, eh Tylor?) Her head flew up, her fists stomping into the table top. "Dammit! I wanted you! I OFFERED myself to you. FOREVER! And you turned me DOWN!" Her vehemence drained, she began to sink back down slowly, her voice only a quaver, "Without even a thought, a look, a touch, a kiss, you pushed me away." Suicide, she thought, I'm too embarrassed to live another day. That's the only way, and the tears began again. "What are you talking about Kim?" "Dammit!" she howled, "Can't you LISTEN?" She stared up at him, her focus perfect, despite the tears, her body enlivened, despite the alcohol. He was there, in front of her, and despite of herself her loins pulsed as strongly as ever. "I wanted to make LOVE to you! I wanted you to LOVE me! I wanted you to rip my clothes off and take me RIGHT THERE!", she paused. "But you wouldn't. You wouldn't even look at me. You wouldn't even give me a sign that you knew I was there. "Oh how much I wanted you, and you just sat there, playing with your ecchi tape and dreaming of Azalyn, or Harumi, or Yuriko, or those damned twins, like I wasn't even a woman to you. Well, if I'm not even that, I'm NOTHING AT ALL!" She flew to him with speed so great that the force of her impact knocked them both to the ground. She kissed him, undaunted, rubbed her body against his. "Take me." she cried softly into his ear as she nudged it with her teeth. "Show me I'm real." His hands closed about her, pulling her to him as her swarmed over his body, pulling at his clothes, and prodding wanton fingers into their gaps to brush against his bare skin. He kissed her sweetly, and her tears began to fade, then his mouth grew more passionate, more urgent against hers as he rolled on top of her slowly. She could feel the strength of his hands on her bottom, the heat of his loins against hers and sighed. She rubbed harder against him, letting her hands flow about his body as he found her left breast and began to massage it through her uniform. Oh, to be free of it, she thought, as her own hands ripped at his tunic, pulling it open fiercely. He returned her sentiments slowly, pulling away the fabric as his tongue found her skin, moving softly down her torso to her breast, his fingers grabbing at the fabric of her bra and pulling it down to expose her bosom. A shot of electric heat sparked in her sex. She could feel the wetness rise with the wash of sensation that his tongue had found in her. Then, just as quickly, the exquisite pang had gone, only to be replaced by another as he bit gently at her already perked nipple. Her skin tightened all about her, her body flush with the heat that threatened to consume all of her at once. She dug her nails into his back, bunching the cloth that protected it, and forced the garment off his body. He rose to be free of it, and she followed, guiding his hands with her mind. He followed the mental instruction, lifting her up as he snaked off her blouse and bra. The cold air bit into her, and she threw herself to him, burying her face in his chest as he kissed at her neck his hands finding her shapely bottom. She whimpered softly. Oh, yes, there, she thought, dragging her hand about his waist to his sex, already hardening in his pants as he reach back, around her bottom and squeezed, the barest of a fingertip touching her own center. She let out a slow moan and kissed his chest, stroking slowly harder at his manhood as he guided her backward to the wall. The chill of the metal burned at her flushed skin, but his loving hands at her breasts forced the pang to release her, leaving her among her heat. He caught her mouth with a kiss, as his hand moved upward from her thigh, into her skirt. She moaned, her body rigid under the fires he spread, and squeezed at his organ. He rubbed at her, the one hand still at her breast, now pinching slightly at her nipple as the juices of their labor began to soak her panties through. She smiled. She had chosen that pair for this, and wanted so much for him to see her in them, then out of them. She blinked only once, and let her hands move to her own waist, the sound of the zipper ominous in the dense silence of the room. It fell to the floor, and finally, her white, lace panties were visible, bold next to the lace, thigh-high stocking that complimented them so well. She could feel his reaction in his gaze, and was proud, so glad that he liked them... that he liked her. His hand moved slowly to her face, now wet with sweat rather than tears, and caressed her reddened cheek. She smiled up at him, and he smiled as she wrapped her arms about him once more. "Kim... my most beautiful Kim." That was all he said, and it was enough. She immediately covered his mouth with a kiss, her hands ripping at the buttons of his trousers and pushing them in conjuncture with his boxers to the ground. She felt for the first time his bare sex against her skin, and howled in exquisite agony. Her body trembled, and such a sensation that she had never known before swept over her. She began to quake slowly, her innards rumbling to a beat he could only direct. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping about him as she felt his hardened member push at her panties. She cried aloud again, and slithered in his arms as he laid her down upon the table. It's cold top was no match for her body. She scorched it with but a touch. Suddenly his hands were at her breasts, his mouth over her nipple suckling, then his fingers prodded at the borders of the last garment that stood between them. He bit at her nipple and she howled aloud, throwing her eyes closed and her face to the side as she felt the panties, and now forever his slink down her thighs, her calves, and finally to the floor. He pushed one finger into her, and she screamed, pulling him to her as her nails clawed at his back, scraping through the tender skin. He grunted, his body clenched in the ecstasy that jolted him, as he prodded her deeper and deeper exploring her sex intently. She pulled herself up, grabbing for his manhood, needing him now, wanting him now, and finding his sex, pounding out the tempo of their passion. She guided him to her slowly as he grabbed at her hips, pulling her down to the very edge of the table. She felt his tip rub against the wet heat of her center, and bit at her lip desperately, urging him inside of her. And at once, she felt him enter. Slowly he went deeper and deeper, then only to recede, again and again as their passion gained momentum, further and further. He gently probed her again and again, curling and pushing and twitching his hips, exploring the depths of her center feel all and to give all, faster and faster. She could take it no more. The explosions inside her body wracked her mind with the agony of climax, and again he drove her to the cliff, taking all that she was and giving himself in return. She screamed aloud as the last tumult caught her, and him, the both of them grunting in ecstasy, then panting in agony as they lay together on the teetering table, exhausted, spent. Tylor lay there holding her warmth to him until he felt her breath fall off into sleep. She was so beautiful, he thought as he studied her with new eyes. So delicate, yet staunch, and brave. He caressed her cheek, pulling away some of the tear stains that remained. Brave in the face of her own pain, her own fear. He smiled. What a guise to wear. "I think I understand you most of all." He took her to her cabin, and covered her with her rose-filled garden cotton and silk, and kissed her thoughtfully once more. She smiled only briefly, then drifted back to her dreams. How much he wanted to stay with her, but there were other matters to attend. What a pity, he thought, that two souls so alike have only so little time to be one. "Paco-Paco! Where were you!" --------------------------------------------- To e-mail me with comments, crits, and applause (hint, hint) just copy one of these three addresses, sit down and write a letter telling me how great I am and how much you just LOVE my sarcastic wit ^_-, and pray that it gets to me (pray hard). inaba@earthling.net yuukun@mindspring.com inaba@officeonweb.com The entire secret of arms consists of two things: to give, and not to recieve. --Moliere 1671