The Immortal Series: Episode Five!

[Logan]

The Immortal Series Presents…
Busting A Sweat.. And A Little Bit More.

His eyes opened and hit the white ceiling sprinkled with tiny pieces of glass. How did they do that? Some sort of spray, perhaps. The glass did have a delightful way of shining in the morning sun that peeked through windows. Morning, yes, and a good one he felt it was. He had been nice to himself on Christmas the day before as the voice suggested he do, it told him to take it easy, go out and reward yourself with a nice gift. The voice seemed pretty satisfied with the latest promo he did against Bobby Cairo, and despite the fact that the voice did have to walk him through it word by word at times, it did have a lot of passion. Christmas was over though, the fatman was gone, and it was time to get back into fuck-up-Cairo mode. The voice agreed that he go and hit the local gym in South Hill to burn off those delicious hotdogs he had been inhaling the last few days.

A pleasure never comes without consequences.

LOGAN: Yeah, yeah.

He sprung up out of bed and looked at his topless body in the mirror. The hotdogs hadn’t left any marks, per say, he was in good shape. Hell, he was in damn good shape. He flinched a peck and winked at himself before heading off into the shower. The shower was nice, too, and this hotel seemed to have had an endless supply of hot water so he rinsed down for a good thirty minutes or so before dressing up in some casual gym attire and heading out of the room and hotel and towards the sidewalk to the gym on foot. Nice day for a jog, he thought.

THE SERPENT: Indeeeed.[/i]

IT jogged just twenty paces behind Logan. The sidewalks weren’t quite as deserted as they were on Christmas day and those jingle bells were still fuckin’ jingling, but it made do. It was better this way truthfully. It may have appeared a little more conspicuous if it and Logan were the only ones occupying the streets and it was staying in pace just behind him and making the same street turns as he did. It had a bit of a crowd on its side. And IT was good at blending in. Very good. Had he noticed it yet? Felt it? Did he feel it in his room last night when it watched him slept and oh very gently had a taste of his lips? Not yet, it thought, not yet. But soon.

THE SERPENT: Oh s’ssoo soon.

He turned the corner onto sixth and found himself right smack in front of the gym. His heart was racing a little but he wasn’t totally out of breath or anything, he actually felt pretty good. His forehead showed a small trace of sweat which was okay. Why not break a little sweat before you go and spill it. He entered into the gym, hitting the treadmill, and getting a free ride. He was decently popular, so the staff didn’t care if he worked out here for free. Good publicity if anything. Someone followed in suit just moments after he had, and they DID, have to pay. Ten dollars in fact. Sucker. He didn’t pay much attention to whoever it was, he was more preoccupied in programming the machine, just as he’d program a foot into Bobby Cairo’s ass in due time.

They have a lot of nice equipment here.[/i]

LOGAN: Yeah?

He hadn’t felt the eyes on him but when he looked up from the treadmill and scanned the gym he couldn’t help but catch two piercing eyes staring at him. Two dangerous eyes. Two BEAUTIFULLY dangerous eyes. He stared right back, and really, it was all he could even as his legs kept running in place on the tread. Those eyes. Those deep blue eyes. He imagined that behind the slick film lay a calm vast endless ocean, a gentle ocean, but one that could really rally up some waves if it wanted to. He stared. And.. she.. stared back. Only for a moment, however, and the stare soon ended following an embarrassed grin. She grinned too.

A little gymance?

LOGAN: Huh?

He turned his head to make sure she wasn’t watching him talk.. to himself.

LOGAN: Christ, she’s beautiful.

He shot another glance at her. She had black hair, black as black, black as black could ever think of getting. It was pulled back, tightly, almost too tightly probably but she pulled it off amazingly with no pun whatsoever intended at all. Matter of fact, not one stray of hair broke from the knot at the back of her head. It was a perfect head. If it were shot out of a canon it’d spiral with more velocity than a bullet. He wouldn’t actually try that with her head of course. And her eyes, those blue eyes greatly complemented her brown skin. She was like an Indian Goddess, if she was Indian that was, the skin tone may have suggested so. And there was her body, of course, it was well fit – probably explains her presence at a gym – and her breasts perfectly sculpted the hourglass of her belly unto her hips. He caught himself staring again. The attempt at just a glance was a complete failure. She looked up from her own treadmill and grinned again.

We’re here to train![/i]

He ignored the voice and killed the treadmill, ignoring that also, and headed into the direction of this… beautiful creature. He couldn’t put his finger on it but surprisingly she seemed unaware of his oncoming presence despite the long exchange of stares and smiles the two had been sharing. An act, perhaps? Playing hard to get before somebody can even say , “Hi”? And that’s just what he did.

LOGAN: Hi, my name’s Logan. Nice to meet you!

That was fucked. That was shit. He regretted opening up with that and it made him feel like a dork but he followed through and extended his hand any way.

Oh boy..

Her eyes found his and the wonderful smile he had seen before returned.

SAMATHA: S’ssamatha.

She took his hand into her own and properly shook. He noticed that she drug her S’s a little much, maybe she was nervous. He WAS a handsome beast. They broke hands and she killed her own machine.

LOGAN: Have I seen you around before? I’ve got this crazy feeling. You seem so.. familiar.

She nervously smiled.

SAMATHA: I don’t think so. But maybe, this is a pretty s’ssmall town.

The slurring of S’s displayed itself once more. Was she really stricken that much by him that he was impairing her speech?

LOGAN: Have you lived here long?

SAMATHA: About a year.

LOGAN: Really?!

She blinked a few times more than usual.

SAMATHA: You sound s’sssuprised.

A puncture of spit flew from her gorgeous teeth and into his eye during that last sleek of S’s. He blinked. He didn’t mind.

LOGAN: Because I’d think I would remember someone like you.

Her face turned a bit red, not at what he said, but because she had noticed that she literally spat in his eye. And whether or not he himself would acknowledge that she did, she knew he felt it, and such an embarrassing hand covered an embarrassing mouth and she softly gasped into it. Even her gasps had a slight hiss. Kind of cute, he thought.

SAMATHA: I’m s’so sorry.

LOGAN: What?

He played it dumb.

SAMATHA: I can’t help it.

LOGAN: Heh.. ya know..

He slyly leaned in and propped an elbow up on her treadmill.

LOGAN: I usually don’t exchange bodily fluids on a first date. But haha, it’s okay, it’s even pretty cute.. ya know.

SAMATHA: This’ss is a date?

He’s kind of glad she waited to take her hand from her mouth until after she spoke. He didn’t REALLY mind it, but all the same getting spit on was getting spit on. And this girl really liked her S’s and she really liked to spit.

LOGAN: N-not really, but would you like to have one?

She grinned. So beautiful.

SAMATHA: Tonight at s’ssssix?

He never thought she’d spit out ‘six’, it was almost like she was secretly arousing herself with a slur of S’s, and that she never wanted them to end until some type of climax was properly achieved. Very sexy, he thought, almost snake-like sexy. But snakes aren’t really sexy are they? He laughed to himself that this Goddess reminded him of a snake.

LOGAN: Sure.

SAMATHA: Pick me up?

LOGAN: Sure!

She started to sound direct and straight to the point. He liked that.

LOGAN: Where do you live?

SAMATHA: 2200 Maple Ln.

2200 Maple Ln? He felt like he had just read that actual address SOMEWHERE in SOMETHING – her breasts almost perked into his nose when she arched her back out and stretched. He soon forgot whatever the pointless hell he was thinking.

SAMATHA: Do you know where that is?

LOGAN: What?

SAMATHA: 2200 Maple Ln..

He broke free from her breast-trance.

LOGAN: Maple pine, yeah.

A giggle transpired from her lungs, real girly like giggle. He liked that.

SAMATHA: Pick me up there, Logan. At s’ssix.

And then that’s when he realized it or whether his voice realized it.

2200 MAPLE LN?! That’s the house you grew up in!

And what should have been a ton of bricks hitting him wasn’t, only a soft feather floated and landed on his clueless brain. He used to live in this town? And in that same house? He felt like he should say something. Maybe this was just a coincidence. Who gave a shit? Look at those breasts. They parted ways and he headed home. She watched him leave. IT, too, watched him leave. Could he feel it? Did he REALLY see it? It was very good at blending in. IT chuckled.

This house doesn’t ring any bells?[/i]

Seven or eight hours later since the gym meeting and he was parked in front of 2200 Maple Ln. The house Samatha lived in and the house he had supposedly grew up in.

LOGAN: H’m.. not at all. How long did I live here?

The family sold the house when you were four.

Well, shit, even if he hadn’t suffered from fuck-me-insane memory loss how the hell would someone remember that? He didn’t care right now. Tonight was all about him and Samatha and him trying to get inside Samatha. He closed the door to the red dodge and walked up the wooden porch steps of 2200 Maple Ln. There was no reason to knock, Samatha was standing in the door way, and excellently dressed. He picked up a quick smell of spoiled ham and old people but that soon however was masked by the alluring aroma of Samatha when she closed the door behind her and gave him a peck on the cheek along with a hug. She felt good in his arms, really good, and really warm as well.

SAMATHA: Nice to s’ssee you again.

That ‘tiss, the hiss, there was an unworldly darkness about it, but it was just too damn sexy not to love. It had only been half a day since he last heard it, but he had found himself missing it earlier. The two stayed on the porch, finally breaking the embrace, and dug into each other’s eyes with both of their own. What was it about her? He didn’t quite know. He was ready to stare into her eyes until the world ended. But they couldn’t wait that long, there was places to go and people to do.

LOGAN: You look.. wow..

He soaked her in just a while longer. She felt his adoring glaze and nodded as if she understood there were no words to describe her beauty. He took her by hand and guided her to the dodge, and they promptly took off once everyone was strapped in. The night went great. They ate fine food at an upscale restaurant in South Hill and collectively killed a bottle of red wine together. The night was eager, young, and far from over, but they both knew their interests weren’t in making a night of the town. It was making a night in a room, a bed room, or numerous rooms, who the hell knew where the two would wind up once they started clawing and biting at one another. But yet, they both knew it, they both saw the animal of lust and desire lurking behind their eyes. And it was just two simple words that finally shot that mystery dead and sealed the deal.

SAMATHA: Your place. Would you like to go back to your place?

He grabbed her by the hand and nearly dragged her out of the restaurant. She laughed all the way. The voice seemed nonexistent during the whole night which was a pleasant and good thing because he didn’t have to strain to ignore it or stop and explain to her why he might be talking to himself. It was even quiet during the sex. Maybe the voice was a gentleman. But she wasn’t quiet, no, she hissed and moaned and even broke skin. God, he loved it. LOVED IT. After a crazed sex rampage that ended in busting sweats and nuts, the two lay still, and simply gazed into each other’s eyes. He found himself drifting to sleep, trying not to break contact with those eyes.. those.. yellow.. yellow.. yellow eyes? She closed her eyes and he closed his.

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IT looked up at the ceiling and watched the morning sun peek through the window and sparkle the tiny shards of glass within the ceilings surface. Beautiful, it thought. IT felt an arm lovingly grab its own and kiss IT on the mouth. IT flickered its tongue with his.

THE SERPENT: Good morning, s’ssexy.

He replied to it.

LOGAN: Good morning, Samatha.