PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 11: AKYRIA'S LOVER
Akyria's bedroom displayed Galan modern features. A bed stuffed layered in water lily motifs, ponds, and birds flitting about on thick covers. Her queen-size bed along aroused suspicions. The soft tan headboard stretched across the wall. Two pillows awaited their lover's presence. The carpet showed an ancient Galan design, reminisce of Turkish rug. But everywhere nature scenes of the outdoor. National Audubon might mistake her room for a preserve. She wore her short gyre A line skirt and off-white short sleeve blouse with blue flowers all lined up in an unnatural manner. She pulled back her brunette hair in a feminine ponytail. Her secret lover loved ponytails. He'd worn one, if Galan men had accepted the style. She didn't like anything encumbering her legs and her shoes--Greek sandals.
Her bedroom walls might cause alarm. The west held a military library, Sun Tzu's Art of War, Napoleon's Fourteen-Winning Strategies, Advance NanoTechnology War by Third Slith Chief. Spying in the year 7,000 A.D. an Interactive manual. She read these like they Romance novels. She didn't believe in love and yet here she waited for him. They guarded their relationship for several reasons, but none more important than the latest. The east wall armour-clad female knight on her horse kissing her standing husband before she road into war.
Her door opened slowly. Akyria put down a copy of Galan's War Against Quodarian 47 A.D.: The Tinion Split. "Lord Tweezer. I --"
Lord Tweezer narrowed his eyes after the soft click of door mechanism in socket. He turned the lock. Whenever his thin black eyebrows narrowed into the top of his long nose, Akyria knew something was afoot.
He moved fast and grabbed her into his arms. He kissed her passionately. She kissed him back. They mauled each other rubbing their skin through their clothes. He pushed her down slowly by her shoulders.
***
Lord Tweezer gave a loud sigh and pulled Akyria back up. He kissed her passionately and they tried to rub off each other's clothes again. She had wanted to talk about their relationship, but now she wanted him. His firmness. His hardness. His Spartan dress and thoughts. She pressed him to her breasts. He sucked her nipples through the thin blouse with orderly flowers. She pushed him downward slow by his shoulders, as she raised her gray A line skirt hem.
***
Akyria released a low moan of pleasure. She lowered her left leg from his shoulder and pulled Lord Tweezer up from his knees. They sat down on the bed and flopped back on the nature covers.
"I won’t allow you to do this," Lord Tweezer.
"I can't believe I'm doing this myself."
They both stared up at the pond with swans swimming and a frog perched on a lily pad waiting for a fly to eat.
"You will go there--"
"I will not fall in love. I promise."
"You think you can promise, but I doubt it. I hear she's romantic."
Lord Tweezer laughed, "All women are romantic. I'll be rough. Mean. Callous, but . . . It’s sex to save the planet."
"She's no idiot. She'll know you're faking."
Lord Tweezer rose and leaned over Akyria. "How will she know?"
"Women always know when a man's in love."
"Men separate love and sex all the time. Comes natural."
"You must contribute to her fertility. Sending your good thoughts to speed up the conception."
"I forgot about that." He paused for a minute. "Being callous might not be conducive for pregnancy."
"I'll forgive you . . . if you fall in love." Akyria said.
"Men can never have their cake and eat it too."
Akyria startled Lord Tweezer with a riot of laughter. "That absurd."
"How absurd?"
"No one in life can eat their cake and have it too. Look at me. Our families closeness for generation and not a single one married the other in over 600 years."
"That's tragic," and he laughed. "Tragic."
"I'd thought we'd be the first," she said with sadness.
"Don't be sad. It’s not good for my second in command to befuddle herself in emotions at this moment. This delicate moment in Galan and Tinion's history needs clear heads."
"You're going to fall in love and marry her," cried Akyria turning away toward the bed’s headboard.
Lord Tweezer put his hand on her shoulders. "I want you more than anything, Akyria. Before this happened, this Black Hole, I planned to propose..."
"And now?" she sniffled.
"I can't" He lay back and stared at the pond scene. "The prophets won't back a secret marriage. They won't have the faith of their prophecies if I'm married and cheating. They need purity."
"Purity!"
"I know."
"How can I protect you when you're making it easy for others to pull you away from our goals? From us! This move supports the Slith unspoken views you are a weak ruler."
"That's what Rolith thinks!" Lord Tweezer said angrily. "I'll crush him yet. One more time he crosses me."
"It's not too late. I can arrange it."
"No. First my parents, then this Clone Leo. What next Rolith? I'm waiting."
"I'll put the Praetorian Guards on alert. We're in every level of the Slith and Rolith hasn't a clue."
"I've no doubt he's up to something. But voicing descent now when I'm going into the lair of the Queen Bee."
"Is that what you call her?"
"Yes. She a ruler in her own right."
"And what am I?"
He leaned close and kissed her. He dried her cheeks with a strong thick forefinger. "You're a loyal friend. Perhaps the only friend I've ever had."
"Friend!"
"Lover and friend."
"No such thing exist. I'm either your lover or your friend. I'm you're fuck buddy or your trusted assistant. I'm either your marriage partner or your friend."
"Don't get upset. You're all three."
Akyria began crying anew. "I knew it. Our relationship is finished. You can't even be clear without the other woman in the picture yet. Get out!"
"What?"
"Get out! I don't ever want to see you romantically again."
"If that's the way you want it!"
Tears streaked toward her soft mouth, "Don't think you'll get rid of my position so easily. I'm here for the long haul as Vice Chancellor."
"What is it everyone wants to be a ruler?"
"I want to be your friend. In these shaky times, loyal friends all you've got."
He nodded and got up to leave. "I'll never forget you, if I fall in love. I want you to stay on as Vice Chancellor, no matter what happens?"
"We'll be friends forever. Just like in our childhood."
***
Lord Tweezer retired to his Spartan room. Lying on the metal bed, he wondered. "Why is it his family and Akyria's never joined ranks? What destiny is driving us apart? Who wants this chaos? Akyria brought him peace and a deep sense of purpose. With her, he was sure the war would end. They could do it--together.
With Rolith, Lord Tweezer began sensing a growing revulsion. The man walked in tiny steps like a Scorpion. He was mute, very quiet generally. He suddenly darts his hand in some quick motion like a stinger. The worse part, Rolith showed no hesitation to sting his own people and his King. Make matters worse he dared create a clone to succeed me, Lord Tweezer thought. Rolith's philosophy created chaos for Lord Tweezer to clean; Rolith constant desire for power at home and abroad stirred unnecessary trouble. Then Rolith claim Silth has to get revenge; Silth has to strike first; Silth has to put more people on the problem, work harder, faster, more people more technology. The security of Galan is at stake! All this supposedly to end the war. It hasn't won anything, Lord Tweezer fumed. His face displayed disgust.
Lord Tweezer's face softens when he considered Akyria's loyalty rested on 600 years of solid family relations. She's whom I should marry. She puts everyone else first. She never seeks the limelight. She has skill, political savvy. Skills desperately needed in war or peace. Now I've been forced to push away an ally simply to save the planet. What bedfellows fate tosses me! He put his hand behind his head. His broad shoulder muscles flexed. He stared at the blank ceiling. He missed the floral ceiling of Akyria's. He missed relating to her like a child again. He didn't have to guard himself, hold secrets. Act stately and kingly 24/7 with her.
Yes the lust factor wasn't as strong. Akyria wears pants all the damn time. This annoyed Lord Tweezer to no end. She knows I've had other girls. Any woman I can have. Why do I want Akyria? Now this dice roll and I matched with another like some horse in spring. I want Akyria more than ever. Yes, I'd find it enjoyable mating with Queen Morah, but for how long? I've a short time span for intimacy with women. They generally bore me with their neediness. Perhaps Queen Morah given all her duties won't be so needy, but act independent. No. No. I must stop thinking like this. It's purely a straightforward situation. Produce baby and baby saves the planet. Then finish this Eternal War. That. Ending the Eternal War could make me famous for generations to come
In order to end the war, I'll have to change Slith, reorder it. Put new people in charge in all places. People who want peace and security, not war and security. People not interested in building their power base. People not born of the incessant "more people, work harder and faster philosophy."
If I get the peace, should I marry Morah? No." Lord Tweezer got up and walked to his desk. "What to do about Akyria?"
end chapter 11
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