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This is part of Joey and Kizzyx’s story, it happens 20 years in their future. A brief explanation is that they are now heads of rival criminal businesses and have spent nearly 20 years not being able to do what they really want, which is to run away with each other. This night happens after Kizzyx propositions her, asking her to bear his child in exchange for money or whatever she wants. She agrees, but it’s not for the money…

It was nothing they hadn’t done before; so many years ago when the fires of youth burned so hotly in them both. Their bodies had been no strangers to each other, but the span of almost twenty years had turned the once-familiar into strange and exotic territory. Joey wondered to herself if was really just the years driven between them that had made this time so different. True, they were both older now and she didn’t feel as much of the urgency of youth, the race toward the crashing thrill of climax and conquest, but she was still a passionate woman. There had been no teasing or mocking words tumbling from her lips, no desire to fight and rut like animals. Had he known back then what her words and actions had really meant?

The single candle left burning provided paltry illumination and left shadows dancing across their faces, masking her expression as she watched him shift in bed. Kizzyx may have been reaching for his clothing, even with her sharp eyes it was hard to tell in this darkness. “You know…” Joey surprised herself with how husky her voice was, she paused to clear her throat. “You know, you don’t have to leave. I mean, stay the night and we can try again in the mornin’. I ain’t never tried to get knocked-up before, it probably takes more than one go ‘round.” She hoped her weak chuckle was convincing, and she also hoped that Kizzyx, always Kizzy to her, would take her offer. “Saves us the trouble’a arrangin’ another meetin’ like this, you’re a busy man an’ I’m a busy woman. Just one night, and then I can let you know in a few weeks if.. you know, if it took.”

Sheets rustled as the shadowy figure settled back onto the bed. His voice was tired and cautious as he spoke his agreement “Y’know, yous is right. It’d be easier if I jes’… if I jes’ stayed, an’ we can try again in th’mornin’. Could use th’sleep anyway…” He lay back against the plush pillows and smooth sheets and neither of them moved for a moment after that. They both seemed to be considering the other, wondering who should make the first move or if there was even any move to be made. Joey broke the silence by hugging the sheet to her breast and sighing. “Well, I, uh… I guess this is g’night…” She was prepared to sleep so alone in this bed, alone even with the person she wanted most in the world in it with her, but he surprised her. She couldn’t see his expression but he made himself clear by holding his arms out, beckoning for her to come closer. “Get over ‘ere, woman. S’cold an’ I don’ wanna freeze t’death.”

And so they lay for what seemed like hours, she tucked against his chest and he with his arms wrapped around her. Joey listened to the heart beating inside the scarred breast she lay against, and felt her own chest rising and falling, slowing to match the rhythm of Kizzy’s breathing. It had be so long, so very long since she had felt like this. Like there was nothing more she wanted than for this moment to stretch into eternity. She was afraid of closing her eyes, she wanted to drink in every drop of this experience so she could hold it in her heart long after the moment was over. Kizzyx’s breathing slowed, dropping into a steady and shallow cadence that threatened to lull her to sleep. Still she waited, kept her eyes open to study every small detail that she could make out in the waning light, every vein and hair and drop of ink under his skin. Light snoring accompanied the breath that ruffled her hair, and still she waited.

When she could wait no longer, just before sleep shut her eyes against her will, she did something that she had not done in far too long. Her words were quiet, and the voice that sang its soft tune was no longer the clear bell of a young girl’s voice, but it was a voice filed with affection and longing. She drifted away as she sang, falling into a sleep in which she dreamed her fondest dream, that she was asleep in the arms of the man she had longed for over many, many years.

“I have sailed a thousand ships across a thousand seas,
and always I dream of coming home to you.
I have kissed a thousand lips and loved a thousand times,
and in my heart was it only you, only you.”

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This is part of Joey and Kizzyx’s story, it happens 20 years in their future. A brief explanation is that they are now heads of rival criminal businesses and have spent nearly 20 years not being able to do what they really want, which is to run away with each other. This night happens after Kizzyx propositions her, asking her to bear his child in exchange for money or whatever she wants. She agrees, but it’s not for the money…

It was nothing they hadn’t done before; so many years ago when the fires of youth burned so hotly in them both. Their bodies had been no strangers to each other, but the span of almost twenty years had turned the once-familiar into strange and exotic territory. Joey wondered to herself if was really just the years driven between them that had made this time so different. True, they were both older now and she didn’t feel as much of the urgency of youth, the race toward the crashing thrill of climax and conquest, but she was still a passionate woman. There had been no teasing or mocking words tumbling from her lips, no desire to fight and rut like animals. Had he known back then what her words and actions had really meant?

The single candle left burning provided paltry illumination and left shadows dancing across their faces, masking her expression as she watched him shift in bed. Kizzyx may have been reaching for his clothing, even with her sharp eyes it was hard to tell in this darkness. “You know…” Joey surprised herself with how husky her voice was, she paused to clear her throat. “You know, you don’t have to leave. I mean, stay the night and we can try again in the mornin’. I ain’t never tried to get knocked-up before, it probably takes more than one go ‘round.” She hoped her weak chuckle was convincing, and she also hoped that Kizzyx, always Kizzy to her, would take her offer. “Saves us the trouble’a arrangin’ another meetin’ like this, you’re a busy man an’ I’m a busy woman. Just one night, and then I can let you know in a few weeks if.. you know, if it took.”

Sheets rustled as the shadowy figure settled back onto the bed. His voice was tired and cautious as he spoke his agreement “Y’know, yous is right. It’d be easier if I jes’… if I jes’ stayed, an’ we can try again in th’mornin’. Could use th’sleep anyway…” He lay back against the plush pillows and smooth sheets and neither of them moved for a moment after that. They both seemed to be considering the other, wondering who should make the first move or if there was even any move to be made. Joey broke the silence by hugging the sheet to her breast and sighing. “Well, I, uh… I guess this is g’night…” She was prepared to sleep so alone in this bed, alone even with the person she wanted most in the world in it with her, but he surprised her. She couldn’t see his expression but he made himself clear by holding his arms out, beckoning for her to come closer. “Get over ‘ere, woman. S’cold an’ I don’ wanna freeze t’death.”

And so they lay for what seemed like hours, she tucked against his chest and he with his arms wrapped around her. Joey listened to the heart beating inside the scarred breast she lay against, and felt her own chest rising and falling, slowing to match the rhythm of Kizzy’s breathing. It had be so long, so very long since she had felt like this. Like there was nothing more she wanted than for this moment to stretch into eternity. She was afraid of closing her eyes, she wanted to drink in every drop of this experience so she could hold it in her heart long after the moment was over. Kizzyx’s breathing slowed, dropping into a steady and shallow cadence that threatened to lull her to sleep. Still she waited, kept her eyes open to study every small detail that she could make out in the waning light, every vein and hair and drop of ink under his skin. Light snoring accompanied the breath that ruffled her hair, and still she waited.

When she could wait no longer, just before sleep shut her eyes against her will, she did something that she had not done in far too long. Her words were quiet, and the voice that sang its soft tune was no longer the clear bell of a young girl’s voice, but it was a voice filed with affection and longing. She drifted away as she sang, falling into a sleep in which she dreamed her fondest dream, that she was asleep in the arms of the man she had longed for over many, many years.

“I have sailed a thousand ships across a thousand seas,
and always I dream of coming home to you.
I have kissed a thousand lips and loved a thousand times,
and in my heart was it only you, only you.”