1st Story of From the Ends to the Beginning
Introduction: A brief Avon and Cally scene. After the party.
Chapter Thirty-Three, Part 1
After dropping Reya off and seeing that the three drunk men were safely tucked away, Cally arrived in her own cabin. Avon stood stock still in the centre of the room, a bemused look on his face. At least he was standing.
"Avon, is something wrong?"
"Cally." He turned to face her. "Do you see it?"
Cally did a double-take. "S-see? What?" Avon's face was flushed. She immediately felt his forehead, it was slightly warmer than normal. "Are you feeling alright? What did you drink tonight?" His dim eyes gave no indication, if they had, that would have been surprising, or a miracle.
"Nothing Vila concocted, I assure you." Reaching out in the direction of her voice, he encountered her hands, took them in his own and drew her closer. "How was your evening?"
She searched his face but it was as it always was when they were alone, impassive still, but slightly more relaxed and animated. "It was enjoyable. We had a good time of sharing and treats."
"No drunken singing or men popping out of cakes?"
Cally scowled. "I heard about the men's party."
A brief smile touched Avon's lips. "Corinne, of course."
"Must men be so…"
"Disgusting?" Avon smiled.
"We are men." He pulled her closer, breathing in her familiar scent and feeling her curves fitting against his body. His eyelids flickered and he leaned in, brushing the softness of her neck with his nose as he took a deeper whiff. An explosion of swirling colours danced in front of his inner eyes. "Were strawberries among the treats?" The soft, sweet fragrance made his mouth water. It had been a long time since he'd tasted fresh strawberries. The last time had been…with Anna in Europa dome. It was a long time ago.
He had a irresistible desire to taste those strawberries again, he kissed the sweetly scented flesh, his lips parting, and the tip of his tongue tasting… "Strawberries." He pulled back in surprise. "You taste like strawberries."
"It's a special fragrance. Do you like it?"
"It stimulates different sense receptors? Producing an olfactory, visual and an oral effect? There are certain chemicals..."
Cally sighed. "I tried to convince the women you can be romantic when you want to be."
"Ah." His voice softened but remained flat, like silk caressing exposed flesh. "This would not be one of those moments."
"It wouldn't be high on my list."
"Then I shall endeavour to do better."
Cally brushed her fingers lightly along his forehead following the curve of his eyebrows. Her voice contained curiosity. "Avon. The scent isn't suppose to produce a visual effect. Did you say that you had one?"
Avon's head cocked slightly. "I was experiencing visual hallucinations before you entered the room. The fragrance intensified the effect."
"Hallucinations?" Her hand stopped its movement as she searched his eyes. "Are you sure you didn't drink anything Vila gave you?"
"I had the Wolf bring me a cup of water." His eyes widened. "It must have obtained the water…"
"From an unreliable source."
"I hope you don't need Vila for anything tomorrow, Avon. I might possibly want to kill him."
"I will leave you a piece. Would you like an arm or a leg?"
"It seems we can all have primitive urges."
Avon breathed in the heady, enticing scent of strawberries and Cally's lightly scented skin mingled deliciously together. Sensual warmth spread like a blanket over his body. "I would like to have a primitive moment now. If you have no objections."