Thirst: The First Collection (Completed)

23. Let's Play

A #HarotFriday Entry
A MAICHARD Fan Fiction Based on the Netflix Original Series Sense8

BERLIN, GERMANY

Richard Falkner stood in front of the restaurant where he was about to meet with his father to talk about a business proposal that they're about to start building at the center of Berlin. It has also been a while since they talked due to Richard's discovery a few months ago that he's actually different species of human being and that they're being hunted everywhere in the world.

"Sa dinami-dami ng pagkakataong makakalimutan ko uminom ng blockers, bakit ngayon pa." He said to himself. Blockers are the medicine people like him use to block their special abilities, their sensacity, making it difficult for the hunters to find them. He forgot to take one and bring his stock because he was running late.

He proceeded inside and at that exact moment he saw a beautiful lady staring back at him, her eyes piercing his soul while he walked towards the table he reserved for him and his father.

"Hey dad."

"Son! Ang tagal na! It's good to see you!" His father stood up and hugged his son as he greeted him. "Upo ka na. I'm starving. Ano gusto mo?" His father waved to the waiter and asked him to come over.

"I'll have the Holtstein Schnitzel and a bottle of Dom Perignon."

"Nice. Like always. I'll have the Jaegerschnitzel." His father smiled and once the waiter was gone he began the talk he wanted to do with his son. "So, how have you been? Pumapayat ka. Have you been eating right?"

"I'm fine dad. I'm enjoying my life here in Berlin and I have enough money coming in from my businesses so you don't need to worry about my food." The waiter arrived and poured the wine on their glasses.

"And what about the voices in your head? Nag-therapy ka na ba?" His dad looked at him with utter concern.

"Dad, I'm fine. I'm not crazy. Di ko kailangan ng therapy."

"So your father doesn't know." A female voice suddenly said in front of him. "Nicomaine Meissner, and I'm sitting right over there." She pointed at her table, moved closer to him and winked. Richard looked over by the table where she saw her and saw that she was still in fact sitting there eating an asparagus dish while talking to the people with her.

"Ric, ok ka lang?"

"Uh yes, ok lang po ako." He kept glancing back at Nicomaine on her table and the one sitting in front of him.

"Is she your type, that girl?" His dad asked.

"Answer your dad. Because you, you are definitely my type." Nicomaine moved behind Ric and ran her hands over his defined pectorals that's hidden under his white button-downs.

"Yeah. She is dad. You have no idea." He looked at the table where she sat then transferred his sensate consciousness behind her. "If you wanna play, I can play." Ric smirked at Nicomaine then ran his hands on her bare shoulders.

"Have you ever played outside of your cluster?" She asked him. She moved in front of him, sat on his lap facing him, loosened his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"We are always on blockers. No time to play." While standing beside her, he slowly unzipped the side of her dress.

Ric's father was oblivious to what was happening between the two because he could only see what Homo sapiens see: his son enjoying the German salmon dish in front of him that he ordered. "Anak, kelan ka uuwi sa London? Your sister misses you."

Nicomaine unzipped Ric's pants and gently groped the hardening organ that was hidden from plain sight.

"Paano ko nararamdaman to? I'm not touching myself." Ric asked her. "Is it because you're sitting right there?"

"You have to want it. You have to feel it in your mind. Just like what you're doing now." Ric's hands were up Nicomaine's dress, pleasuring her precious jewels with only the lace blocking his full access. "And it helps that you're this close."

She stood up, kicked his chair a few inches away then sat on top of him. She undid his pants, removed her underwear then climbed on top of him, impaling herself on the massive tool he had hidden from view.

"Anak, are you ok? You're whimpering?" His dad asked.

"Yeah...ugh... it's just this fish is too good."

It was Ric's turn. He lifted her up and had her lie on her table, on top of the food. "You know it's not nice to play with food." She winked.

"Don't really care." He shoved his pants down then entered her in the middle of the crowded restaurant. "And I...ugh...have this...fantasy of taking... someone...shit... ahhh...as beautiful as you in a public place like this." He sensually whispered over her ear as he moved to and fro.

"It doesn't really count if your fucking someone inside the psycellium of their brain." She whimpered as she rode him on his chair, people eating around them and all.

"Nics, ok ka lang? Your sweating and you're flushed? May sakit ka ba?" Ric heard the lady from the other. table which turned his attention to them.

"Don't look there. Look at me. We're not done."

"Ric, anak, may sakit ka ba? Pawis ka at namumula." His dad asked when he saw Ric getting all hot and sweaty while eating the fish he ordered.

"Maanghang, dad." He said.

"I'm close." Ric whispered as he continued moving in and out of Nics as she lay across her table.

"Ako din." She wrapped her arms around his neck as she rode him into oblivion on his chair inside the restaurant.

"YES! FUCK!" They screamed simultaneously, drawing the entire restaurant's guests and staff onto them.

"Bakit anak?" His dad asked. "Ano nangyari?"

He was unable to answer. How could he tell his dad that he just had sex in the middle of a crowded restaurant without actually having sex.

"Let's see how he'll react if I spilled wine all over your clothes." Nicomaine said naughtily. She smiled then picked up his wine glass and poured its contwnts all over his shirt.

"Shit!"

"Bakit mo ibinuhos yung wine mo sa sarili mo?" His father asked.

Ric sat there not knowing what to say.