Tara Across Time--NaNoWriMo

Chapter Seven

The next morning Robert pulled off the sheet covering Tara's lovely body, kissing the nipples on her incredible breasts.

"I love you, Tara."

"You had to know that I have slept around, Robert. "  Tara kissed him with passion. "Would that we could be husband and wife. Yes, I can't help loving you. There's a problem. "

"You're afraid, Tara,  that I will compromise my mission out of carelessness because I care so much for you?"

"I won't let you spare me but fail billions of innocent people. But there's something else."

"What, love?"

"I am not free in the true sense, not until the 'Visitors' say I am."

"Who are the 'Visitors,' Tara?"

"They took me from certain death in an earlier century,  but they gave me a mission, a test of character."

"Tell me about them, Tara."

Tara, as best she could lying next to the man she loved more by the minute,  began her unbelievable story.

"Whether or not the Visitors will save my life , or end it here in this time, or send me into the past or future again, I don't know." She pulled him  to her and hugged him with desperation.  "I don't know how I'll live without you."

He kissed her. "Then lie with me as the wife I will never forget should the Visitors part us forever."

They then made love with incredible passion knowing they might have their love separated forever. Robert's rapid in and out penetration into Tara brought deep and growing pleasure as she closed tighter around his growing  erection. As she sat leaning over him, his mouth took pleasure in her hardening nipples and fuller breasts.   The increasing pleasure of their joined bodies consumed them both,  their coordinated  movements were perfectly timed.  Tara took maximum pleasure in the pressure of his complete eruption within her. When he kissed her, she knew he had spent himself.

Tara then said, "I love you," as her hips increased speed against him. She moaned as each successive wave of pleasure grew even more intense beginning in her abdomen and reaching through her breasts, and causing even her jaws to quiver in ecstasy. 

Finally she leaned over. "I never suspected our love could be like this."

Hours later they were sailing their craft toward their island rendezvous, zigzagging against the wind. The jib sail would fill with air every time they shifted the boom of their main sail. It took hours to follow their guidance system, which bypassed the traditional compass and map, kept them on course.

After a few hours, their  lush island destination emerged from below the horizon.

Robert was able to determine by satellite image connection that the helicopter was waiting on the other side of the island.

"Just in time, Tara, for the waves are getting choppy."  They took out traveling clothes but held back.  "I have to verify the identify of the chopper crew." Robert received a coded message from the helicopter. "There's something wrong, Tara."

"What?"

"The authentication code is for yesterday."

They nevertheless met the crew, who sat in front of the helicopter. Before they could take off, copilot reached for a weapon. Robert was too quick and put a bullet through his head. He then ordered the pilot to stand down. Before Robert could say another word, the pilot bit on a cyanide capsule.  He was dead in seconds.

Robert then looked to Tara. "Well, our enemies somehow traced us here from Mars and alerted their agents here on Earth.  Looks like we'll will have to risk taking our boat to reach the plane, Tara."

"Why? Can't you fly this thing?" she said looking around.

"I can, but our enemy will have other choppers nearby to blow us out of the sky once they realize we're using it to get away."

"It's a day away?" Tara said.

"Yes. We can put the emergency rations and equipment from the chopper into our boat" He reached under the seat and loaded Tara's arms. "I am going to crash this helicopter into the ocean. I shouldn't have a problem getting out, I'm a good swimmer.  Follow me in the boat."

"Won't they look for us?" Tara said. 

Robert said, "I will send out a Mayday, the emergency distress signal, that  this chopper is going down with four people. Hopefully authorities will assume our boat was lost in the storm. That will keep them busy looking to rescue four people in the ocean and buy us time to meet the plane."

"I'll do my best, love."

Tara suspected the Visitors might save her again, but what about the man she had just come to love like life itself? Would they ever allow them happiness together?

Robert flew about a mile, tossing out the helicopter crew bodies as he went.  He wanted to make air-sea rescue that much harder.  The enemy would be monitoring their rescue efforts and would be expecting to find four bodies. Once they suspected Tara and Robert were still alive, they would alert other agents to watch for them.

Robert was careful to set the chopper down so that its tail was first to strike the water. Then the chopper blades splintered as they churned the waves.  The cold ocean water filled the cabin in an instant. Some of the debris fell on Robert hard as he swam toward their sailboat. With Tara watching, he sank unconscious beneath the waves.

Tara prayed he'd soon appear. Forgetting her own safety, she dived in the water where fortune was with her.   She laid hands on Robert about ten feet down.  Having brought him to the surface, Tara kissed him.

"Oh, my love! Don't die on me now!"

She managed to hang onto him and drag him into the boat where she pressed on his stomach. Water came gushing as he coughed. Then he lay in the boat where he took unconscious breaths.

"Hang on, Robert."

She pulled him to the back of the boat where she held the boat tiller in one hand and caressed his head and upper body next to hers. The boat's guidance system had been set for just such an emergency. Tired and wet, Tara resumed their slower journey toward their anticipated rendezvous point.

Two hours later the predicted rain storm almost sank their  boat. Tara struggled with the tiller, holding up Robert praying he would regain consciousness,  and bailing out waves that filled the boat.

Hour after hour Tara was pressed to hang on. The boat's program told her every time they were off course. More bailing of water. A tired hand struggled to hang onto the tiller to guide them. Then holding Robert close to her body to help dry them both.

As the sun rose the next morning,  Robert groaned as his eyes met Tara's. 

"How long had I been unconscious?" He struggled to sit up on his own.

"The rest of yesterday and all night, love."

At length he felt the bandage on his head. "How did you do all this and put the boat on course?" He groaned in pain but took a seat beside Tara. After checking the boat's guidance system, he said, "Let's dress in warm clothes and delve into our emergency rations."