Authors: Melisse Aires
Later she took a break, standing on the edge
of the dance floor. Her Synths were doing one of their mirror dances, much to
the delight of some of the guests.
“Did you teach them to dance?”
She was startled by Fallon’s voice from
right behind her.
“No. It seems to be something they were
programmed with perhaps. It is their favorite way to play, with their music
box, dancing under my big tree.” She placed her glass on the nearest table. “I
was going to join them.”
Fallon joined her, an arm about her waist,
their other hands clasped. She fell into the two-step easily and they join the
Synths. Fallon picked the girls up and twirled them, making them chuckle silently,
their eyes glowing. Then he put them down and danced her back toward the center
of the group.
“The night will be beautiful with two moons.
I think I will take a run tonight.” His hand at her waist gave a sudden firm
squeeze, a secret touch not noticed by the throng around them.
Polly drew in a deep breath, a sudden
rush of passion making her knees feel funny. “I thought I would watch the sky
for a while from the loft. So gorgeous.”
His hand continued the rhythmic squeezing
of her waist as he danced her back to the girls and let go of her, bowing a
thank you for the dance with a flourish. But as he stood their eyes caught and
she knew what he meant to do tonight, what he wanted. She wanted it too.
Joy rushed through her, flushing away her
earlier sadness at the idea they would just be neighbors. She grabbed her
girls by the hand and the three of them made a small dancing circle. While they
twirled she laughed thinking…
Secret. We can have that. No one else ever comes
out by my place; we’re off the main road and on the corridor.
~**~
When Polly got back to her Steading she
helped the girls into their nightgowns and popped them in bed, where they were
asleep as soon they were settled.
She rushed to the bath and changed into
her own summer night gown. The soft fabric floated to her calves. She let her
hair down to brush the thick waves. With her hair down she though she looked
more Synth, since the braids and buns made her hair look darker, not the preferred
honey of most Synths. With her hair down the honey color was bright and
obvious.
She decided not to worry about hiding her
legs. It would be dark.
They would make love in here.
Not
love…have sex.
This was an affair, and could never be more than that…
She dropped the thin drapes in her
bedroom making it more private, the filtered moonlight giving the bed a cozy softness.
She went back up to the loft and sat in
the swivel rocker enjoying beauty of the night.
The dark horse appeared on the crest of
the hill where Hoggart was buried, then moved down the valley in the bright moonlight.
She went outside as he entered her driveway. He trotted up to her doorstep,
shimmered to man, beautifully naked and aroused. Polly drew in a deep breath,
then held out her hand. He entered her home without speaking and she drew him to
her bedroom.
Polly knelt on her bed and pulled off her
gown. Her eyes in the moonlight glowed, just a little…
She’s Synth, part Synth… I wonder if she
even knows?
It didn’t matter to him. She was so
beautiful in the moonlight, sleek, with the rosy tipped nipples, waves of dark
gold hair to her hips. Fallon couldn’t take his eyes off her. No one would
know about her ancestry, about them, it was their precious secret. He reached out,
cupped her breasts, feeling their weight and softness in his palms. She slid
back onto the pillows and he followed her, aching to be with her, to be inside
her.
Polly welcomed him clasping arms and legs
around him, pulling him tight. They kissed deep and wild and without thinking
or ability to restrain himself he was in her, deep within her wet heat. Lost in
her.
Afterwards they rested, admiring her in
the moonlight. “If I could offer you more than an affair, I would, Polly.”
She rose up over him and pressed a kiss
on his lips. “I have learned to take what joy a moment brings so I am not
discontent with our arrangement. The world around us is what it is. Let us make
the best of it…No regrets.”
“We can meet here frequently. My aunts
stay in the fenced area, as do the youth, for safety’s sake. I am the only one
at the Steading who travels the grasslands.”
Fallon thought of that as she pressed
slow kisses over his face. This was the world they lived in, for good or
bad…But they had this. They were so lucky to have a way to meet, privately.
He pulled her down for a deep kiss. “You
are right, Polly. Let us make the best of what we have.”
“What we have is wonderful,” Polly
whispered.
Fallon agreed.
The End