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Cerim 21, 0293
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Sunlight streamed through my closed eyelids as I returned slowly
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to wakefulness. I turned over slowly onto my back and stretched,
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feeling the well-worn linen sheets shifting against my legs as I did
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so.
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A sound caught my attention, making me open my eyes for the
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first time today-- Felinzi purring off to my right. Perry. I eased
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back and closed my eyes again, smiling and remembering our encounter
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last night. I sat up in the sunlit bedroom, carefully easing my legs
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over the side of the bed and standing up, making my way out the door
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and down the hallway to the kitchen.
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The smell of cooking breakfast steak apparently caught her feral
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nose. The sight of her walking down the hallway, licking at her
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muzzle and desperately trying to get her night-ruffled fur under
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control made me giggle.
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"Good morning, Perry," I said cheerfully, dropping my pan aside
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to give her a hug. "Sleep good?"
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Perry finally looked up at me, her greenish eyes clearing
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rapidly. "Very," she said. "It's been a long time since I slept next
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to anyone. It felt wonderful."
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"I'm glad," I said, kissing the side of her nose softly. "It's
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been a long time for me, too."
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"Are you cooking breakfast for me?"
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"Of course! One thing I learned from my parents. A good host
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always cooks breakfast. That's even more important than cooking
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dinner." I slid the pan of eggs off the burner and turned the heat
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down. She watched attentively as I dropped them onto a plate and
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then retrieved her steak from the oven. As I added it to her plate,
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she suddenly turned me around and hugged me tightly, pushing me
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towards the breakfast table. "Perea!"
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"Hmmm?"
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"Your breakfast will get cold," I said, protesting not too
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strenuously.
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She growled softly, lustfully as she guided me down onto the
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tabletop, holding me with one hand to the small of my back until I
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was lying flat. "What I want for breakfast will never get cold."
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I laughed as she nudged her way between my legs, sitting down at
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the table and running her slightly unsheathed claws through the fur
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of my legs. "If this is breakfast," I murmured to the ceiling,
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"maybe we should have it in bed."
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"We could have had it in bed, but you abandoned me, Private."
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"Last night you said you were tire-- Oh, Perea..." She pressed
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her hot muzzle up to my mound, her tongue flicking out and invading
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my privacy. So fitting for a soldier, the insurgency with which she
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approached my clitoris. "Gods, Perry, slow down!
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The soft purring noise she seemed to make even more consistently
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than Ember ever had migrated up from her chest to her throat,
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emerging as a soft and constant growling sound. "That's it," I
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sighed, running my mitts over her head and playing with her ears,
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"that's perfect." I could feel the moisture of her tongue mixing
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with my own, the feel of her cool nose pressing against the hood of
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my clit as she tongued my hole, tasting the juices that I could feel
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between my legs, or so I imagined.
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She retreated even further, finally just barely kissing my cunt,
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her licks softly raining down over my exposed and needful clitoris
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without pause of pressure. "Perry," I whimpered.
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She chuckled then, a soft and feminine sound, almost out of
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keeping with her body and profession. She started to lick me harder,
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faster, and the little shocks of pleasure from every flicker of her
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roughly-textured and gently-driven tongue pooled in my belly like
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fire coming to life. "Oh, Perry," I gasped softly, "How do you do
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this to me?"
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She didn't answer, but instead reached up and, with claws again
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slightly unsheathed, scratched her way down my sides, driving me mad
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with lust. "Gods, Perry, let me come already!"
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"I'm not stopping you," she said innocently, her parted muzzle
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kneading my vulva and her tongue parting my labia to lick at my core,
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my entrance, my clit.
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I moaned as she licked more directly, slashing at my clitoris.
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My body tensed as my mind floated away at her insistent kisses and
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licks. "P...Perry!" I gasped, coming against her face, feeling her
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bury her muzzle again between my blood-thickened lips and her tongue
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racing achingly against my clitoris.
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We lay there, my mitts grasping her ears, her muzzle deep
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between my thighs, locked together like some unmoving tableaux.
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Finally she leaned back and let me sit up. I looked down at her, her
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muzzle wet with our fluids, and laughed. She looked up at me with
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that sparkle in her eye that only now she allowed me to see. I slid
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off the table into her lap and held her, thanking her.
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"You're welcome," she replied to my whispered blessings. She
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laughed and leaned back in her chair, looking up at me. "I love
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you," she said with both awkwardness and sadness.
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"Are you sure that's something you want to say right now?"
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Perry looked away. "I need someone to say it to."
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"And I'm it?" I asked, pulling away slightly. "That's what all
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this is about?"
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She shook her head. "That's not what it's all about, but that's
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a good part of it. Rainy, do you know what a 'biological clock' is?"
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"I hope so. My dad's a geneticist and mom's a doctor," I said.
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"It's either the rhythmic cycle of hormonal release in an adult body,
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or the triggering of some biological process by a progressively
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regenerative or degenerative condition."
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"I mean, do you think someone could have a biological clock set
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for when they want to have children?"
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"Oh, that. I don't know. Some fems say they have them, times
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when they have to have kids. My friend Rachel says she's unhappy if
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she's not pregnant at least once every decade. Mom, on the other
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hand, thought she had gotten her maternity days out of the way two
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centuries ago. I'm glad she changed her mind."
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"I am too," Perry said. "Do you ever feel it yourself?"
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"What, me want to have kids?" I smiled. "Nah, not yet."
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"I do," Perry admitted. "I'm not suggesting anything. I just
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want you to know why I feel so... open, suddenly. Especially with
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you."
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"Are you looking for a partner to have them with? I mean, I
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can't right now, you know that... I'm going to go into PAS training
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in a couple of weeks."
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She nodded. "I know it sounds stupid, but yeah, I am. You're
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just the person I've been most attracted to in the past couple of
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years. I'm willing to wait a while, but I've decided I want to start
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looking now. I really want to have children."
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"Why don't you just find someone and have them yourself?"
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"Rainy, look at me! I don't even menstruate anymore. My body is
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so neutered because of what I do, what I love, that I can't have
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children."
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"We can change that," I said, looking her over. She was right.
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And I knew that part of the reason for her lack of menstruation was
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that her lack of bodyfat prevented her from harboring the cyclic
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hormones that triggered the start of her period. Like I said, Mom
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was a doctor.
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"But I don't want to."
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"If you want your own children, you're going to have to," I said
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softly. "If you want to be a soldier for the rest of your life, for
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the centuries you've got ahead of you, that's fine. But if you want
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children, Perry, you're going to have to shut down some of your
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habits. You're going to have to let some spread take over your
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life."
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She smiled. "Sounds terrible."
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"It should frighten you," I said, leaning back into her and
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holding her close. "Nobody ever changes easily. Nothing ever comes
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without a price."
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She chuckled. "I know."
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We were quiet for a few seconds. "My breakfast is probably
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frozen by now."
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"That's what microwaves are for."
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"Ugh," she said softly. "Microwaved eggs."
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"Aw, they're sunny-side down on biscuits. You won't even notice
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it, soldier."
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She laughed. "Okay, I'll take your word for it."
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--
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"Waking With Rain"
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The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al.
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are copyright (c) 1989-1994 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. Distribute freely
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