Chance Encounter

The boy pulled away from her lips, shocked.
‘What are you doing? You won’t get the vial that way, I can assure you...’
She bit her lip, scowling through the sudden pang of embarrasment.
‘I won’t apologise, kid. But I’m not going to force you, either.’ She pulled at the vial again. ‘I suppose we’ll just have to settle this like gentlemen...’
He leaned into her, his bright eyes laughing at the disappointment that she was trying to hide. He tutted, mockingly.
‘My Lady,’ he smiled, ‘did I ask you to stop?’

He kissed her back, as aggressively and desperately as she had done moments before. She recognised it somehow. It was the kiss of a lonely soul, of one who lives each day as if it were their last, since it quite possibly could be. But most of all, it was the kiss of the living wrapped in the dead, of a kinetic creature in a hall of indifferent, ancient stone, fiercely crying out into the ages of silence. ‘I am alive!’ it screamed. ‘I AM ALIVE!’

She didn’t pull away from him. She let him kiss and kiss her, pushing back into him, sliding her tongue over his, tasting him, feeling the warmth of his wet mouth. They curled up around one another, enjoying the moment. And then the moment ended. It was he who stopped the kiss first, gazing at her curiously. She felt that in that case, she should get the first word in.
‘Don’t think that you’re getting your hands on the vial that way, either,’ she chided him.
The lad sighed, releasing her hands and sitting back.
‘I wish that bloody thing never existed,’ he frowned.
She propped herself up on her elbows. ‘But then I wouldn’t be here,’ she said, ‘and I doubt that you would, either. Do you suppose we might have ever met, under different circumstances?’
He smiled, sadly. ‘Definitely not. But then, what’s the point in our crossing paths? What’s the point in this... connection that I feel? You can’t trust me any more than I can you. Why does this always happen to me...?’
She blinked to herself. ‘Same reason it keeps happening to me, kid. Because, if you’re anything like me, you’re a fundamentally untrustworthy person. So you rarely feel that connection. But when you do, it’s for somebody who’s bad news. Just like you.’
The lad just nodded, solemnly.
She got to her feet.
‘Wretched, isn’t it? Wretched and lonely and miserable.’
He nodded again, watching her.

She sighed, meeting those sad, bright eyes again. She briefly squeezed the vial in her hands. It was so brittle and cold and dry, this treasure she had chosen. So dead.
‘Not today.’
The lad blinked up at her.
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘I live for the moment, kid. This isn’t the first temple I’ve raided, and it certainly won’t be the last.’ She took a step towards him. ‘Believe me, these sands are valuable beyond all rhyme and reason. But they’re not unique. I can get a prize like this some other day.’
He held out his hand towards her, expectantly.
‘Thankyou.’ His tone was one of pure relief. Still, she felt her lip curl cruelly. His face fell at it.
‘What? You want something in return, don’t you?’
‘I did warn you, I don’t leave without my treasure.’ She grinned at him. ‘I just fancy taking a different type of treasure today. That’s all.’
‘”Treasure”?’ he met her smile, slyly. ‘You’re not going to Ravish me, are you?’
‘No.’ She took another step towards him, so that she was practically standing over him. ‘You’re going to give me what I want, freely. It’s only fair.’
He pretended to flutter, coquettishly. ‘But I’m just an innocent child...’
She pushed a boot against his shoulder, playfully. ‘And I’m Mary Bloody Poppins. If you’re old enough to grow that chin of fuzz and build up those muscles you need to go clambering around stealing my treasure, you’re old enough to get fucked by a Big Nasty Girl.’
She watched his gaze glide slowly up the long, bronzed leg pushing against his shoulder, over the tiny khaki shorts that tightly wrapped her pelvis, up her toned belly and midriff, only pausing slightly at her large breasts, finally resting on her face.
‘Give me the vial,’ he said, eventually.
‘Not yet,’ she teased.
Without taking his eyes off hers, he opened his mouth and slowly licked as far up the smooth calf at his shoulder as he could reach. She concentrated on staying as motionless as possible.
‘Give me,’ he reiterated, forcefully, ‘the fucking vial.’
She pushed her boot harder against him. ‘Now now,’ she chided, ‘I have to be sure that you’re not just going to run away with it.’
‘You’re not having my sword,’ he told her.
‘Fair enough’, she replied. ‘Just take those silly pyjama bottoms off for me, would you?’
The lad scowled. ‘And if we get in another fight? Those sand creatures are wild animals. The females are the worst, but even some of the males... they tear at my clothes as it is. A naked human would give them... Ideas.’
She pursed her lips with sarcastic concern. ‘Poppet. Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. And at least I know you won’t run off on me if you’re in your Altogether.’
He cocked an eyebrow, despite himself. ‘You really want my trousers in exchange for the vial?’
She nodded. ‘They’re very nice trousers.’

She took her foot from his shoulder. ‘Get up.’
The lad followed her command, hooking his thumbs over the waistband of his royal blue trousers, watching her expression. He pushed them down a little, over his hips. Millimetre by millimetre, more of his caramel coloured skin was exposed, taught with youthful muscles and shining with sweat. Gently curving lines began to run down the seam of his thighs, and short, black hairs marked out the top of his crotch, all leading down, down... all drawing her eye down to the promise of the boy’s adult genitals. The silk still covered his penis, but she could tell from the shapes against the bright blue fabric how big he was, and that he was already erect. He may as well have been wearing nothing at all.
‘Stop’.
He froze at her word, his thumbs still over his waistband, now halfway down his darkly haired crotch. His penis now pushed so high up against the fabric of his trousers that he would have to lift it back up over his erection to free it.
She reached out a finger and stroked it against the bulge in the silk, feeling its heat through the cool, delicate fabric, feeling smoothness move against smoothness as the silk rubbed up the length of him to the small, wet stain that indicated his head.
‘Turn around.’ She tried to keep her voice level as she ordered him.
He obeyed, facing the wall.
‘Hands against the wall,’ she commanded, wondering what she was going feel impulsed to do next.
She stood close behind him as he leaned his hands against the wall, taking the silk into her own hands. She tugged down, gently. Still hooked over his hardening penis, the waistband stretched enough to uncover two muscular, shining buttocks. She pushed it down as far as it would go without slipping off his cock, so that the whole of his backside was exposed.
He turned his face to her, over his shoulder, as she cupped his tight buttocks appreciatively with both hands, the way she always hated men doing with her breasts.
‘Are you sure you’re not going to Ravish me?’ he hissed, ‘Because if you are, I think I’d like to make sure I get my part of the deal first...’
‘Oh for God’s sake...’ With one hand still on the boy’s backside, she reached into her backpack for a reel of twine, then quickly tied the vial to a length of it, before slinging the hastily created necklace around his throat. ‘Happy now?’
The boy turned to face the wall again.
‘You know, I could just elbow you in the face, pull my trousers up and run away now.’
She smiled, even though he couldn’t see it.
*Live for the moment...*
‘Yes. You could.’
She bent down slightly, and in one fluid motion, licked from his smooth buttock up, up over the inward curve of the small of his back, up, up to his shoulder and the sensitive spot at the nape of his neck. He leaned his head into her as she gently bit against his hot skin, and his longish, glossy hair fell over her cheek.
‘Let’s face it, though,’ he sighed, ‘I’m not going to.’
She grinned against his neck, and reached around his slender body, finding the hard appendage that his trousers were still caught on. She stroked the swelling gently through the silk, once, twice, three times... then took the waistband and lifted it over his penis, letting the garment finally slide down his parted legs to billow like a tiny blue parachute on the floor. She guided his feet out of the material, pulling his shoes off with it, before kicking the clothes to a corner of the small chamber and turning him around. She looked him up and down, possessively, her eyes drinking the sight of his dark, naked erection.
*So pretty! Such a Pretty Thing!*
She caught his expression - a strange combination of shyness and pride.
‘So...’ he looked down at his own naked body. ‘Was it worth your treasure?’
She ran her tongue over the top of her teeth, smiling a sharp, carnivorous smile.
‘Well, it looks all right, but how does it Go?’ she replied. ‘I’m afraid I won’t know that until I’ve given it a Test Drive.’
‘I haven’t got the faintest idea,’ he grinned, ‘what the Hell you’re blathering about.’