!!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!!

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To Dream
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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!"
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