Chapter 8 - The Explanation....well, the beginnning of it anyway!

8.

It was after noon when they finally slowed and looked at the time. They made love for hours, absorbing every inch of each other in their mouths, into their flesh, into their souls.

“I never thought it could be like this,” Sutton said, still breathless.

“Neither did I. I never thought I’d ever have the chance to love you, completely, again.”

They rolled to their sides, facing each other, bodies still pressed together in one long line, legs intertwined.

“You? Greysen, I’ve spent these last eight years thinking you were dead. I never even had the hope that I could love you again, touch you again, kiss your lips…” The tears welled in her eyes while staring into the face of the love she thought she’d never hold again.

“I’m so sorry, Sutton. If I had…no, it’s no excuse. I knew you loved me. I should’ve told them to go to hell.”

“Who…”

Sutton’s phone began to ring. “Oh shit, Paul. I almost forgot why I came home.”

Greysen rolled from the bed, pulling Sutton’s cell from the pocket of her crumpled up jeans on the floor and handed it to her.

“Hey, Paul.”

“Sutton. You in town yet?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m at Michabelle’s in Hammond.”

“Can you come down to the station, say about three or so?”

“I’ll be there.” She hung up the phone and placed it on the bedside table.

“Looks like we’ve both got a story to tell,” Greysen said with curious eyes.

“You first.”

They sat up on the bed, facing each other. Greysen held Sutton’s hand tightly in his and watched her face carefully before he started.

“Where do I begin?”

“How are you alive? Why do you look so different? What were you doing at the cemetery? Why didn’t you come back to me?”

“Hold on, hold on, one at a time. I guess I’ll start from the first thing I remember.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “When I finally woke from, well, death, I guess you could say. I was in what appeared to be a hospital room. I was attached to so many machines and covered in wires, tubes and electrodes on all parts of my body. The first thing that went through my head was, Where’s Sutton? But I couldn’t speak. A man entered the room, I thought he was a doctor, well, he was, sort of. He pulled the tube from my throat and told me not to try and talk. I’d been in a coma for seven months and had some extensive life-altering surgeries. I looked at him questioningly and he told me the story of how he’d brought me back to life.

"He was a scientist that worked for the government in a 'specialized' field. He’d discovered a way to create the ultimate warrior, an indestructible superhuman, perfect in all ways. The only thing he was lacking was the human. He’d tried his experimental procedure a few times with a few other victims of murder, car accidents…the only stipulations he had on the bodies he could use was that they had to be ‘unclaimed’. He had a few connections with some hospitals in the bigger cities around the country. When a victim of his specifications came through, they’d contact him and he would personally come to view the body to see if it could be used for his experiment.”

Sutton watched him carefully as he spoke of a time when she believed he was dead. “What were his ‘specifications’? Would he just take any body that was unclaimed?”

“No,” Greysen started, “the staff would call him prior to the person’s actual death.
They had to know there was no way to save the victim and they had to keep the heart pumping until he got there. Even with the constant blood flow to the body and brain, they could only be deceased for a certain length of time and they couldn’t have any major physical trauma. Their bodies had to be intact.”

Sutton shuddered with the thought of him talking about himself as a dead body.

“Is this too much, my love? I can stop if…”

Sutton quickly interrupted, “No, please. I have to know. Please continue.”

He looked at her, guarded for a moment, leaned in and kissed her lips softly then continued with his story.

“As I said, the bodies had to be intact, only minor injuries were acceptable. Not only that but they had to be previously fit, physically, healthy bodies, no older than early twenties no younger than eighteen. He also wanted someone who,” he took a deep breath trying to find the right word, “someone who was pleasing to the eye, I guess you could say.”

“He wanted a good looking dead body?” Sutton asked sarcastically.

Greysen chuckled lightly. “Yeah. It sounds kinda necrophiliacish but he was creating this ‘perfect’ human, they couldn’t be ugly.”

They both huffed a small laugh. Sutton smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. “You were the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on…well…”

Greysen gave her a questioning sideways glance. “What?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way…I was just going to say that you were the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on until now.”

Greysen laughed and kissed her palm that was on his cheek. “How can I take that the wrong way? I know what I look like…what I did look like…and it’s two different ball fields.”

“It is. I mean, you were always beautiful but now…it’s almost…unreal, Godly beautiful. You look like someone who should be in the Greek mythology books with a subtitle about being the Greek God of astonishing beauty…and mind blowing sex!”

They laughed as he leaned in and kissed her again and again.

“I could say the same about you,” he whispered against her lips.

Once their lips touched it was difficult to just stop; so after another long minute of kissing Sutton asked, “But…you were so beautiful, why did he change your face?
Looking at it now, I still see you; your bone structure, the set of your eyes, your beautiful lips…you’re thicker though…”

“I’ll get to the thicker part, but he didn’t change my face on purpose. As I know you know, the exit wound of the bullet…” Sutton flinched with the sudden memory of watching the front of his head explode in front of her. Greysen wrapped his arms around her tightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to speak of it so casually. I’ve forgotten that you actually saw it. I’m sorry, my baby…”

She squeezed him tightly in her arms as a tear fell from her eyes. “I know…why should I be the one crying, you’re the one who went through it.”

“Yeah, but I did not feel it. I did not see it. The last thing I remember was trying to tear the men off of you and then I woke up in the hospital. I had to be told what actually happened to me. Speaking of, I don’t mean to get off track but,” he ran his finger tips over the pink scar over her left breast, “what happened?”

She looked down to his hand over her scar and looked back up to him, the tears still fresh in her eyes.

“I saw them…saw you…I remember the guy who was behind you stood over me and told me, ‘Hold still, bitch, and it won’t hurt so bad.’ I was screaming and fighting trying to get to you then I remember a searing burn through my chest and the next thing I know I woke up in a hospital too, though it was only a week after the…incident. I was told that they shot me but missed my heart by millimeters…and…”

Greysen stroked his fingers over her cheek as he searched her pain stricken eyes. “What, my love”

“They raped me.”

Greysen’s eyes flinched in sudden fury and he quickly pulled her closer to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She pressed her lips to his neck and breathed in his soothing scent.

“I’m so sorry, my baby. I am so sorry I let them…” Greysen’s voice was thick with anger and sadness, shame and pain.

She raised her head immediately and when she looked into his eyes they’d bled to an almost fiery red but just as quick as she could open her mouth to speak, they were their startling violet again.

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for any of it. They murdered you for God’s sakes, Greysen. What were you supposed to do? None of this is your fault. Please don’t ever think that. Don’t ever let me catch you trying to blame yourself.”

He turned his face to the side but Sutton quickly placed her hand to his cheek turning his face back to hers. “My love, don’t…please, for me.” She leaned in and kissed him as she saw the tears in his eyes spill over their barricade.

“I love you so much, Sutton. I just can’t imagine someone touching you…”

“Shhh, it’s over. There’s nothing we can do now. I don’t even remember it. I would’ve never known if it wasn’t for…”

Greysen pulled his face back just as inch to look into her worried eyes. “What? If it wasn’t for what?”

Sutton searched his face as she took a deep breath. “The baby.”

Greysen’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped just a bit. “Oh…was it…did you know…”

“He was yours. I know he was. My parents had tried to get me to…not have him,”

Greysen’s eyes flinched, “but I wouldn’t hear of it. They’d only told me about the rape when I found out I was pregnant because we had no way to determine with you being…gone.”

Greysen’s expression grew to one of curiosity. “How do you know then…how…”

Sutton smiled proudly. “He looked just like you.”

Greysen swallowed roughly as he fought back the tears which were still welled in his eyes. “Did he?”

“Exactly. He had your hair and your eyes…your chin, your lips. He was the spitting image of you. He was breathtaking.”

They held each other for a long minute until she felt Greysen take a deep cleansing breath and his tears subsided. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes again. “I just wish I could’ve done something to take away your pain, especially after…the baby.”

“How did you know, Greysen? Why didn’t you come back to me? You’ve been alive these whole eight years and you never came back to me…”

“I did though…I’m getting ahead of myself.” He sighed and kissed her once more.

“You are. Let’s go back. This scientist was called to come get your…body, I assume, and he did something to your face because of your injuries?”

“Yeah, he just had to do some minor face changes to repair the missing parts but the uhm, reinforcements are what really changed my face…and the eyes.”

“I was hoping you would get to that. Not that I am complaining, they are the most magnificent, exotic thing I’ve ever seen.” She stared into his eyes as if she was seeing them for the first time again.

He couldn’t help but smile shyly with her intense gaze. “I was kinda worried at first what you may think about them being so, different.”

“They’re beautiful.” She leaned in and he met her lips with his.

“And that’s all that matters to me….So, anyway, Vincent, the scientist, was very specific on his candidates. He was called and he came to the hospital we were brought to that night and claimed me instantly. He said never in all his research had he found a more perfect specimen. He transported my body back to his facility where he kept me on life support as he repaired my wounds and saved me from certain death. I won’t go into detail – it is quite gruesome – but let’s just say that because of the bullet wound to my face, it was pretty much removed and replaced.”

Sutton’s eyes widened with his words and her lips parted like she would gasp but no sound came out. Greysen smiled a half-hearted smile and continued.

“During the replacement process, he interfused the corneas of my eyes into a direct blood supply to a normally unused portion of the human brain, which causes me to have enhancements to my vision.”

“Enhancements?”

“I can see during the night…”

“What do you mean?” she asked cautiously.

“I mean, I could drive around at midnight with no headlights and be perfectly fine.”

Then she gasped. “Wow. That’s…what else?”

“My vision is more…crystalline, like HD, and I can see further than the average human, but that’s it.”

“But why are your eyes violet? They used to be the most spectacular shade of blue.”

“During the procedure an excess of blood flow seeped behind my corneas and got trapped
mixing with the blue…”

“Ahh, red and blue…purple.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, my luck, huh?”

“No…they’re so amazing.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you think so. Now, though, when my blood pressure goes up they turn colors.”

Sutton giggled. “I noticed. I didn’t want to say anything in case it was just my eyes playing tricks on me but I’ve seen them almost glow in the most sparkling shade of amethyst and turn a fiery red too.”

“Yeah, you weren’t seeing things. I’ve noticed the shades vary depending on which way my blood pressure rises.”

Sutton shook her head in astonishment. “You’re just so…beautiful.”

Greysen huffed a laugh. “I know you are but what am I?”

Sutton busted out in a hysterical giggle. “I know you did not just Pee-Wee Herman me!”

Greysen laughed as she leaned in and he kissed her with a soft press of lips.

“Anyway, the rest of your story please…”

“Yes, ma’am. So, during this procedure, my body was reinforced with a form of
titanium alloy that wraps each of my muscles.” He looked down to his still naked body. “Well, not every muscle.”

Sutton found her mouth gaping again and then couldn’t help but laugh a bit when he looked down. “Are you sure about that? That thing is pretty darn impressive.” She slowly slid her hand down between his legs and started caressing him.

His body shuddered and his eyes closed. “Uhhmmm, Sutton…”

She leaned in and started kissing his neck as her hand continued to stroke him. She felt him swell in her hand and moved to his lap to press her body to his; her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her lower body just far enough away that her thumb barely grazed her own stomach as she caressed him between their bodies. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hands firmly cupping her ass, holding her tight to his body, stretching his neck to the side to expose a long line of his sumptuous skin for her to kiss and lick.

She spoke against his skin in a whisper. “Is that why you’re so thick and hard now?”

He let out a heavy breath before speaking. “That’s why the rest of my body is, but what you’re holding is only so hard and thick because of you.”

“I don’t remember you being this big,” she giggled lightly.

“I was still a kid then…hadn’t had that last growth spurt.”

“Uhm, and what a growth spurt it was.”

Greysen grabbed Sutton’s face gently between his palms and began to kiss her mouth. He traced her lips with his own and spoke into her mouth with his delectably warm breath. “Don’t you want to hear the rest of the story?”

“Yes, do you want to stop and tell it to me?” she asked seductively.

He kissed her long and deep, embracing her tongue like he could hold it with his own. “Uhm, I can always pick back up where we left off.”

“You read my mind.”

The talking stopped and the intense, raw passion began like flipping the switch on a light – instantaneous. With almost eight years of time apart to make up for, their insatiable lust for one another was merely approaching its starting point.

Greysen lifted her onto his shoulders in one fluid movement as he rose to his knees, pressing her back against the headboard and her legs wrapped his neck. “Is it possible that you taste better now than you did earlier?”

Sutton moaned loud and grabbed Greysen’s head.

Greysen held her against his face, placing soft kiss after soft kiss, glide after glide of his velvet soft tongue between her lips, over her clit – just enjoying the way she tasted, the feel of her in his mouth. “Oh, God, Sutton, I love the way your pussy tastes…I love the way it feels in my mouth,” he caressed her clit with just his lips, “I love the feel of your clit on my tongue, on my lips…oh, I could kiss it all day and not get enough.”

He was in no hurry to release this most luxurious of areas from his grasp and Sutton was in no rush to have it end, so she’d warn him every time before she was about to come. Greysen would slip his mouth to the side and kiss her lips or bite on her inner thigh for just a moment, letting her fight the overwhelming urge to just completely let go then he would move back in, over, around and in between all her sizzling moisture.

He allowed her body to slide down the head board and he moved from his knees to lying on the bed as she sat in a semi-reclined position, using the pillows as her chair.
She kept her knees bent, feet flat on the bed, tucked tight to her bottom as she watched him make-out between her legs until the most sensitive of touches would’ve brought her.

“Greysen, stop,” she panted heavily, “stop…Oh my God, I can’t take anymore…give me a second…and come to me.”

He kissed his way up her body, stopping to bite gently on her taut breasts. “What do you want, my only love? Anything you want.”

She smiled slyly and began to move down the bed, grasping his hard shaft in her hand. “I want to suck on this while you lick me.”

Greysen’s thick shapely eyebrows rose suggestively. “Anything you want, baby.”

Sutton turned, so that her head was the same direction as his feet and they each turned on their sides to face one another. Their top legs bent at the knee, exposing themselves fully to each other. Simultaneously, they took a firm grasp on each other’s asses; Greysen rolled Sutton around in his mouth while his fingers traced the opening of her body. Sutton engulfed Greysen’s thick shaft between her breasts and moved to that oh so sensitive spot that is not testicles or ass and began to kiss it as Greysen kissed her. He thrust his hips slowly, using the wetness from his luscious head to slide between her breasts while they kissed between each other’s legs like they were feeding from each other.

It didn’t take long for them to feel that falter in rhythm and that anxious acceleration. Their kisses grew hungrier, wetter and when neither could withstand another second, Greysen pushed two fingers deeply inside of Sutton and their body-trembling orgasms washed through them, over them, playing off each other like an echo in an empty cave. Greysen exploded between her breasts and all over her stomach as he sucked all that silky wetness that gushed from between her legs until neither could see straight.

Once they released one another, Greysen turned to hold this amazing beauty that he loved so desperately. They held each other as if the world would end if they let go – both breathless and in awe of this new found passion they felt for one another.

Greysen raised his head and looked at the clock on the night stand. “Oh, baby, we need to get going.”

Sutton sat up and giggled. “Time flies when you’re having fun!”

Greysen sat up beside her and smiled. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He looked down to her breasts and stomach where the remnants of their latest rendezvous were beginning to dry and flake. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

Sutton looked down and smiled proudly. “I’m not.”

He kissed her softly. “We don’t really have time for a shower.”

“It’s ok. I’ll go clean up and we’ll take care of that when we get back?”

Greysen got that sexy smirk on his face while watching her slide off the bed and begin to walk to the bathroom. “I’ll try to behave myself until then.”