he wanted me to find it there?
I plugged it in. It wasn’t rewound. I had my finger on the rewind button, but stopped myself. What had he been watching, specifically?
Jack and I had done some serious romping, victims of a sexual stimulant Lobos is developing. You could hurt yourself on it. I took it voluntarily, not believing its purported properties, and stepped up for Jack’s initiation just to irritate Hood. We--I--duped Jack into taking it. Then I let myself go and totally enjoyed his company--which, I’m sure, didn’t improve my relationship with Hood. I mean, I knew he’d see it all on video. Nothing happens at Lobos that he can’t replay.
The tape was right smack in the middle of the sex. Right before Hood came in and bit Jack. I staggered back and sat down. The camera showed us on the floor, Jack on top of me. We’d been all over the place. Just thinking back to it made me smile.
Jack had been so fun. Made me laugh. You could actually hear him cracking jokes, and me giggling hysterically.
When Hood entered, it was like a fleet shadow. He was fully dressed, wasted no time before he jumped on Jack, effectively stopping our action. The expression on Hood’s face appeared incensed, wrathful. I slow-framed it so I could examine that.
I’m sure he was pissed at me, but I figured that he was mostly irritated because he’d been held up elsewhere, an issue in the habitat--thus the reason I was annoyed, took the shake, met Jack, got it on with Jack. Yeah, I was in a mood to irritate Hood, but I won’t go into why here. That doesn’t mean I was actually expecting him to break in on us. I thought he had more couth than that.
I rewound that and watched it a few times over and over again, tried to make sense of the intrusion, and Hood’s body language afterwards.
I knew that Jack had been selected for the integration program, but honestly, Hood doesn’t usually do the DNA infliction himself. I thought the procedure had been scheduled for when Jack was sleeping, recuperating from the wild sex shake.
Let me explain that shake. Viagra meets Spanish Fly, or something like that. The scientists at Lobos like combo-drugs. Jack was supposed to be dosed with it. They really did want him to endorse the product for the open market. He’s a tri-athlete Olympian with a high international profile. One of those golden boy types, but he’s tall, dark and handsome. Funny, how he and Hood are so alike and so different. Hm. Maybe that’s part of Jack’s appeal?
Too in-tune to the scene before me, and into comparing, I never heard Hood enter. Not until he asked, “You like that?”
“Yes.” I didn’t take my eyes off of the screen.
“Which part in particular?”
Hitting rewind on the remote, I backed it up to the spot right before Hood came in, where Jack slid into me, making me laugh at the same time. “This spot, I suppose.”
Hood silently came around the edge of the sofa and sat down beside me. My nose wrinkled. He’d been with somebody else. She’d been all over him, judging from the strength of what I could smell. The bitch better stay clear of me on a full moon night. I’d kill her.
“What do you like about it?”
I turned to look at him. “Jack.”
He didn’t like that answer, which, of course, is why I gave it to him. I could tell by the way the muscles in his upper arm bunched. He said, “Jack’s a prime specimen, I guess.”
“You selected him yourself.” Without blinking, I said, “I thought you picked him for me.”
“You were wrong.”
“Apparently. You gave him to Fera.”
His gaze narrowed, but he was watching himself enter the room, not looking at me. “I gave Fera to him.”
“For safekeeping? You wanted someone who could--”
“Don’t try and second-guess me, Giselle.”
I, too,
I plugged it in. It wasn’t rewound. I had my finger on the rewind button, but stopped myself. What had he been watching, specifically?
Jack and I had done some serious romping, victims of a sexual stimulant Lobos is developing. You could hurt yourself on it. I took it voluntarily, not believing its purported properties, and stepped up for Jack’s initiation just to irritate Hood. We--I--duped Jack into taking it. Then I let myself go and totally enjoyed his company--which, I’m sure, didn’t improve my relationship with Hood. I mean, I knew he’d see it all on video. Nothing happens at Lobos that he can’t replay.
The tape was right smack in the middle of the sex. Right before Hood came in and bit Jack. I staggered back and sat down. The camera showed us on the floor, Jack on top of me. We’d been all over the place. Just thinking back to it made me smile.
Jack had been so fun. Made me laugh. You could actually hear him cracking jokes, and me giggling hysterically.
When Hood entered, it was like a fleet shadow. He was fully dressed, wasted no time before he jumped on Jack, effectively stopping our action. The expression on Hood’s face appeared incensed, wrathful. I slow-framed it so I could examine that.
I’m sure he was pissed at me, but I figured that he was mostly irritated because he’d been held up elsewhere, an issue in the habitat--thus the reason I was annoyed, took the shake, met Jack, got it on with Jack. Yeah, I was in a mood to irritate Hood, but I won’t go into why here. That doesn’t mean I was actually expecting him to break in on us. I thought he had more couth than that.
I rewound that and watched it a few times over and over again, tried to make sense of the intrusion, and Hood’s body language afterwards.
I knew that Jack had been selected for the integration program, but honestly, Hood doesn’t usually do the DNA infliction himself. I thought the procedure had been scheduled for when Jack was sleeping, recuperating from the wild sex shake.
Let me explain that shake. Viagra meets Spanish Fly, or something like that. The scientists at Lobos like combo-drugs. Jack was supposed to be dosed with it. They really did want him to endorse the product for the open market. He’s a tri-athlete Olympian with a high international profile. One of those golden boy types, but he’s tall, dark and handsome. Funny, how he and Hood are so alike and so different. Hm. Maybe that’s part of Jack’s appeal?
Too in-tune to the scene before me, and into comparing, I never heard Hood enter. Not until he asked, “You like that?”
“Yes.” I didn’t take my eyes off of the screen.
“Which part in particular?”
Hitting rewind on the remote, I backed it up to the spot right before Hood came in, where Jack slid into me, making me laugh at the same time. “This spot, I suppose.”
Hood silently came around the edge of the sofa and sat down beside me. My nose wrinkled. He’d been with somebody else. She’d been all over him, judging from the strength of what I could smell. The bitch better stay clear of me on a full moon night. I’d kill her.
“What do you like about it?”
I turned to look at him. “Jack.”
He didn’t like that answer, which, of course, is why I gave it to him. I could tell by the way the muscles in his upper arm bunched. He said, “Jack’s a prime specimen, I guess.”
“You selected him yourself.” Without blinking, I said, “I thought you picked him for me.”
“You were wrong.”
“Apparently. You gave him to Fera.”
His gaze narrowed, but he was watching himself enter the room, not looking at me. “I gave Fera to him.”
“For safekeeping? You wanted someone who could--”
“Don’t try and second-guess me, Giselle.”
I, too,
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