Silos of Man

Chapter 2 - Waiting Games

After six and a half hours of both pacing and trying to stay otherwise occupied at the lab, Joan announces that she just heard from the Medical Science & Research Council, and there were some inconsistencies with their conclusions.  She sees the panic in my face and heads me off at the pass by pre-emptively reassuring me that this is common when research gets moved along the system, because the more people who look at it, the more perspectives and theories get thrown around.  I just nod, collect my bag, manage a disappointed, "See you tomorrow" toward the door labeled Dr. Joan Dwyer, and left.  Although disappointment is hovering, I allow Joan's words to comfort me en-route home, convincing myself that it was all going to come together tomorrow, when our findings are confirmed and the news spreads throughout The Councils that our lab has found something.

After a long, sobering walk home, I open our apartment door and smell  baked eggplant and Caesar dressing waft through the air.  There was a hint of apple crumble – probably made when she got home while racing around getting ready for our liaison.  I couldn't wait to further spark the night by telling her about the incredible turn that my professional life was about to take.  This changes things for us too.  We'll move into a Category Four.  That'll gives us resource options – potential to accomplish any financial goals we have.  She won't really care about that part, but the important thing for her will be that if she's tied to her lab, we can stay here, close to it, for as long as we want because we'll have priority preference for housing.  I'm so excited to flex a little tonight with her.  She's so fucking impressive, that despite my early accomplishments which have led to this major one, I still feel the need to prove myself to her.  I know that's my own insecurity, but it's there and I have to manage it.  I can see that I've got her hooked.  She flushes whenever I'm near-by.  When I speak into her ear, I feel her quiver.  When I talk about my work, her eyes light-up with admiration.  When I wrap myself around her at night, she folds into me and we become one.  I know I have her, I just want to have her deeper.  Always.

She comes around the corner from the bedroom hallway and, as always, instantly stuns me.  Oh, I see - we're playing first.  Heat washes over me.  She's wearing one of my button-up shirts, only half-buttoned, and her panties - that's it.  Fucking awesome.  She giggles as I quickly kick off my shoes and dramatically rush to wash my hands.  It's always the first thing I do upon returning home from anywhere, which she constantly teases me about.  She loves to call me her Germ-Nerd.  Despite her ribbing, she knows I'm smart about it because she does it now too.  She claims she does so to appease her Germ-Nerd but I know my epidemiology pep-talk landed with her back when we first moved-in together. 

The second my hands are dry, I lunge for her.  She giggles and turns to flee toward our bedroom.  I almost have her when I feel her tiny, toned waist just slip through my fingers as she gets away.  I chase her into our bedroom and just at the foot of our bed, she turns and instinctively muffles her own uncontrollable scream.  I tackle her onto the bed, and she kisses me passionately the second my lips touch hers.  Within seconds our limbs are entangled and our bodies are undulating with the rhythm of deep love and passion.

After what was one of the most pleasurable nights of my life thus far, our dinner becomes a very early morning snack, as we shuffle in our afterglow to the kitchen for replenishing.  I had done my flexing during our pillow-talk and she was very clearly impressed.  "So, my Germ-Nerd, Game-Changer, how does it feel being the big kid on campus?  I'll tell you - it feels pretty goddamn awesome fucking the big kid on campus!"  Ooh, she's still randy.  Perfect.   I feel myself blush.  "Well I'm happy to be of service, ma'am." I smirk at her, signalling that I'm game for round five whenever she is. 

"Honestly, I can't believe that this is happening...that I may be the instrument of their return.  It's something that has plagued me my whole life, if you'll pardon the pun.  I've dreamed about being the one to do this since I can remember, and now that I'm on the doorstep, I feel kind of numb, I think."  She takes a pull from our vape, passes it back over, and with a giggle says, "Don't worry man, that's just the weed."  We both laughed hysterically for a fun moment.   "I am super-excited about what this means for us, though.  That I can feel.  We should be able to reach our Maximum Accumulated Wealth Cap before we're 35, which means we'll never want for anything, and that was really important to me, for us".  "I know", she gently touches my face and smiles at me with a type of sympathy.  I know she thinks that my priority on physical wealth is a weakness, but I see it as a strength.  I will be able to provide for any request of hers or any mini-us that comes along.  We agreed to disagree on this a long time ago.  We've learned to just respect each other's position on wealth without agreeing on it.

"Guess what I'm doing tomorrow."  she smiles modestly at me.  "Marvelling at my intellectual prowess?", I smirk.  "Nah, I should be finished that by the end of the day", she jokes back.  "I'm meeting with Karyl Papas again".  Good for her, bad for me.  I'm going with the good.  "That's awesome, babe!  Does that mean there's more to the energy-connection idea you had?" ... or does it just mean that our overly-friendly friend, Karyl, wants in your pants again?  I hate Karyl, and I hate your past with Karyl.  

"Well, it turns out that by adjusting their sensors to the frequency used to detect small-wave energy signatures spewing in and around black holes, they caught an as-of-yet unobserved  energy emanating from our fresh-death corpses in a lattice-type framework of waves.  It took three days to start but as soon as the more advanced decomposition of the physical body started, so too did the energy signatures.  Now we're discussing a way to follow that escaping energy".  "Holy shit, Ry, that sounds really promising".  "Mhmmm.  Yeah, so you may not be the only Category Four generator around here, My Dear."  She ran her fingers up my forearm to the inside of my elbow, while tracing her toe up the inside of my thigh.  I walk around to her side of the table and pull her up out of her seat and into my arms.  Round five!