Supernova Rapture

Chapter 3

Darien returned home from the park thinking about the woman he'd met and how he wished he'd gotten her name, and maybe her phone number too. He could easily see him on a date with her. She was easy going and genuine something he found to be rare enough here that it surprised him.

Her large brown eyes had a kindness in them that he had wanted to explore a bit more. A woman like her was something he wasn't sure even existed on this planet until today. He remembered how soft her hair was in his hand as he moved it off her forehead and away from her eyes. He wasn't sure what had prompted him to do it. He just wanted to feel the silky looking strands of it and he wanted to be able to see her eyes so badly he didn't even think about it first. That was the same reason why he carried her to the bench. He knew when she said sure she was being sarcastic. He knew she didn't think was able to do it and he couldn't resist showing off a bit. Darien also knew damn well men didn't do that here, not for a woman they just met, or one whose name he didn't even know. He had kicked himself all the way home for that bit of supreme idiocy. But had she felt so good in his arms he hadn't wanted to let go of her when they reached the bench. The desire to keep touching her was so much stronger than anything he had ever experienced before that he had actually kissed her hand before he even realized he was doing it! Men hadn't done things like that on this planet in over a hundred years. But he did it today. Maybe its for the best he wont be able to find her again he'd made a right ass of himself and he made too many behavioural mistakes with her. If he saw her again he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from making more, and putting himself and his mission at risk. Oh but she had been beautiful. Her full perfectly arched lips were the kind that begged for kisses that lasted until they both needed to stop for air. Her rosy cheeks made her look young, fresh and sweet. Something he found himself craving more all the time. The more he let himself remember the feeling of carrying her in his arms the more he wished he'd been carrying her to his bed. He found himself growing hard at the thought of making love to her. Not just sex for its own sake. He wanted to take his time with her and explore every inch of her succulent body, every inch of her rounded curves of breast and hip. Something too many women on this planet no longer have in their insane desire to be so thin they look like prepubescent boys. 'A woman should have curves' he thought. And her breasts had looked to be the right size to fill his cupped hand.

"Ok time for a long cold shower!" he told himself. All night the image of her in his bed came back to haunt him and make the ache in his balls worsen every time.

Sunday he spent in quiet meditation in his living room, making constant conscious effort not to give in to his desire to go back to the park and see if his mystery lady had returned.

'It's a bad idea. Don't go looking for trouble. She's already caused too much havoc in your emotions. Forget about her. The greater good is the focus, the greater good must be served.' He said this over and over again trying to convince himself that she while interesting and nearly irresistible to him was not as important as the bigger picture. By Sunday night he hadn't succeeded in forgetting her totally but he did at least manage to at least gain enough control over himself to stop getting a raging hard on every time her face flitted through his thoughts.

Monday morning was time to go back to work. Kressida would be returning to work today, and Kashlin had sent an affirmative response to his inquiry. Bad things happen to people everywhere all time; the true strength of a person and a people is in how they respond to such things. Do they fall apart or rise to the best of themselves? Could this woman who had be so abused ever heal enough to be able to be normal again? If so it would show strength of character the human race hinted at in the news every so often but he had yet to see for himself. To see the journey to healing from a close distance and make note of every change is something his superiors were almost chomping at the bit to read. While what happened to her was regrettable this was an opportunity not to be wasted by a surveyor. Cool scientific detachment was the key if he gets close to her it could colour his opinions on her journey to healing.