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Subject: {ASSM} Currents {celia batau} (MF ScFi light bond)
Date: Fri,  1 Dec 2000 22:10:05 -0500
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hi everyone!

a new story!

note: copyright 2000 celia batau. you may copy this story for personal use
so long as the author's name and this note are retained. permission to copy,
distribute, or display this work is not given to any website which charges
access to it. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is given
to "no charge" websites with written consent of author.

this story was edited by Sam I am. :)

enjoy!


Currents (MF+ 1st ScFi)
by celia batau, copyright 2000


Elena didn't care about the blue ceramic cows Michael kept on the shelf, or
about the crumpled couch and the stacks of arcane video equipment filling
the living room. She had already decided to sleep with him. Michael was the
child genius, wasn't he? His fate was sealed.

"Do you like Love, Inc.?"

Elena turned her gaze from the shelf to see Michael waving the compact disk
in his right hand at her.

"Love 'em," She replied.

Elena dropped her book bag on the table and watched Michael pop the CD into
one of the stacks. Michael was cute, for a genius. He was a tall, cute,
geeky bundle of the purest energy she had ever sensed.

Elena could almost scream, she was so happy.

Suddenly, the radio mix thumped from the speakers. Elena closed her eyes and
tugged at the slight life-force energy radiating from Michael's body. When
she reopened her eyes, Michael was still playing with some buttons on the
unit. Elena watched until he seemed content with the settings, but the music
didn't sound any different.

For a moment Michael didn't seem to know what to say, so he stared back
wordlessly until Elena stepped forward to close the distance between them.
Their lips met. Michael's eyes widened, but soon he returned the kiss. A
tentative hand rose to the back of Elena's head as sparks of energy dripped
from their mouths. Elena drank it down, hungering for more.

When they let go, Elena looked up into his eyes. They were still wide with
wonder.

"You don't kiss like a geek."

"Who said I was a geek?"

Elena smiled. "Only people who matter."

Michael licked his lips.

"Then I guess we don't have to pretend we're study partners now, do we?" he
asked.

Taking Elena's hand, Michael led her back to his bedroom. Elena stood
amazed. It was a beautiful bed, a kind of iron medieval four-poster thing,
except it didn't have the long white gossamer sheets Elena would have draped
over the top and around the posts. As it was, it looked like a metal framed
cube with a mattress stuck in it. And it was the only thing in his bedroom.
She immediately jumped into it.

"Mom," Michael shrugged, offering an explanation.

Elena raised her hands, and Michael came to take them, crawling on top of
her to kiss her again. After a moment, Michael pulled back from the kiss to
dig through the lump of bedding and show her two steel handcuffs. Elena
laughed.

"What?"

"Handcuffs?"

Michael blushed. "Yeah. I, uh, always kind of wanted to use them, and I. . .
."

Elena looked at them. They were more like the kind used to hobble legs, with
about a meter of chain connecting each cuff. "It's okay, Michael," she
soothed, "it really is. I just didn't think you had planned things out this
far."

Michael blushed again. "That's why I'm the tutor."

Elena let him click one cuff onto each wrist. She wasn't new to this stuff.
If this was his kink, she thought, then so what. She rose to her knees when
Michael took the open cuffs and pulled her arms up to chain each wrist to an
overhead bar on the frame of the bed. Kneeling like she was, she could slide
the cuffs along the frame, but couldn't lower her hands past her forehead.

"Nice trick," Elena smiled.

"Then you'll love this one," Michael replied as he pulled open the button on
Elena's jeans and gave her belly a quick kiss. Another pulsing electric
charge shot from his lips down to her center. Elena pulled herself up onto
her feet and allowed him to slip off her jeans and panties. Michael held the
velvet thong between his fingers and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Mom," she shrugged back at him, and grinned.

Michael didn't respond. Instead, he produced two more lengths of simple
chain and a few padlocks and used them to bind Elena's ankles to her thighs.
Then he sat back on his heels and stared at her.

Elena stared back.

Neither moved. Elena hoped there was going to be more than this, when she
began to feel a static itch building between them. Of course her higher
senses were adjusting automatically, pushing and pulling as the field pushed
and pulled. The field grew stronger and it felt more lifelike, more like she
was being touched. Elena watched Michael's eyes and noticed the iris shift
slightly when the field shifted.

Asshole.

Suddenly, the field undulated between them. Michael dropped forward onto the
mattress. Rolling onto his back, he stuck his head between Elena's thighs
before she could pull them together.

Elena screamed, pulling herself away from his head, but only managed to lift
her bottom a little more off the mattress. Michael pushed his face
underneath. Elena pulled herself up on the chains, inching herself away, but
Michael grabbed her by the hips and flat-tongued her vulva.

"Stop it!"

"What?" he asked. Elena felt his hot breath against her labia.

"You're a bastard."

Michael laughed. Elena felt that too. It made her feel a little bit warmer
down there. She knew he had to be able to tell. That thought just made her
even warmer.

As if Michael were reading her mind, Elena felt the charge again. But this
charge felt more like suede or velvet than electricity. She felt it brush
against her skin, slipping in through the folds, gliding back and forth as
she moistened. Meanwhile, Michael's hands began slow circles up Elena's
sides, down her back and across her bottom. They traced her spine.
Occasionally, they pinched where they could reach, sending little streams of
joy to add to the building tension deep down inside.

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" Elena screamed in her mind. Michael's care felt
good, and she was forgetting to probe into his energy. She could sense it
all over his body, beading out of his pores. When she remembered, she sent a
jab into him and was surprised to find the way unobstructed. Michael was
surprised, too, and lurched beneath her.

"Bitch, you're one too!" He tried to close himself off from her attack, but
she'd already threaded herself deep within and was pulling a steady stream
of his energy into her.

Michael struggled, and the cuffs scraped against the frame above them. Elena
weaved back and forth, caught between trying to keep pulling away or trying
to push down harder onto his face.

"One, too?"

Michael now tried to pull his head out, but Elena clamped him hard.

"Let me go!"

"One of what?"

"Let me go!" Michael pinched her leg, and Elena squeaked, releasing him.

Michael rolled back onto his hands and knees. They were both panting. They
stared at each other again, daring the other to ease their energy hold
first.

Elena shifted herself on the mattress. "One of what, Michael?" she asked
again.

"You know what."

Michael's eyes looked heavy. Elena took a hard pull on Michael's energy, and
he winced.

"I'll suck you dry right here, Michael, if you don't tell me right now."

Michael managed a smile at her words, but it took a few moments before Elena
caught on herself.

"Shit, you know what I mean."

Elena felt the static field ease, and she narrowed her own energy probe in
turn, but didn't completely release him.

The air in the room seemed to sweat with the heat of the power they were
generating. Elena, herself, was sweating, and her bra was digging into her.
She tugged against her chains, but couldn't fix it. So she glared at Michael
instead, willing all her discomfort into him.

Michael hung his head, waiting for something. And when it seemed he had
found it, he crawled forward and placed a kiss in her navel, against Elena's
protests.

Suddenly, Michael reached up and pushed both Elena's top and her bra up to
her armpits. Elena cried out as the underwire scraped over her breasts.
Elena jabbed a second probe into him, but was deflected. Michael was ready
for her this time. Unbuttoning his jeans and then removing his shirt,
Michael let Elena stew and watch as he stripped completely in front of her.
It wasn't the sexiest thing Elena had seen, but his body wasn't bad. The
life force she had acquired was making her lightheaded. She wanted more of
it, and damn him if she got it without an answer.

Elena didn't resist when Michael came forward a second time. She felt the
wetness of his tongue turn dry as he dragged it up her ribcage and along the
underside of her left breast, and she pushed forward when his mouth found
her nipple. Michael sucked and flicked his tongue. Elena let her arms hang
from the chains; she almost welcomed Michael's hand when it found and gently
kneaded her other breast.

Michael's other hand slipped downward and stroked her wetness. Elena rocked
her hips against his fingers. Soon her whole body was moving. It felt so
good, but she wouldn't let herself come. She had to get Michael's energy
first, and that meant that _Michael_ had to come first.

Michael seemed to sense this and stopped. Reaching through the sheets, he
found a pair of keys and unlocked her cuffs. Elena twisted, but Michael
grabbed her and pushed her to her belly. Then tying a knot in one of the
chains to bring the cuffs together, he relocked her wrists behind her.

Elena forced herself to her knees to push Michael away, but found that was
exactly the wrong thing to do. Taking hold of an arm, Michael positioned
Elena in front of him and slid his penis in between her thighs. Elena
wiggled her bottom to keep him from entering her. And it worked for a few
moments, until Michael grabbed the hair at the back of her head and yanked
her upright. The movement shocked her just enough to still her. Michael
pressed himself in.

"Ungh," was about all Elena managed to say, but she had lots of other words
ready.

Michael pushed her upper body forward and let go of her hair. Off-balance,
Elena fell onto her face. But Michael remained planted behind.

"You fuck," she gasped.

"I hope so," Michael grinned. He started thrusting. Now in her, the static
doubled. Elena bit her lip and tried to slip off the itch. But it increased
with every thrust, and she felt her own energy responding, pulsing in time.
So she grunted and squeezed back.

Michael placed his palms on Elena's bottom to help his rhythm. Elena felt
her chest tighten. She was going to orgasm. This wasn't in her plan. She was
supposed to get him to do that first. Elena wiped her face against the
sheets. He felt good.

Suddenly, it came. The first wave of climax flashed through her, shooting up
her arms and down to her toes. The second made her skin feel like oil and
she was slipping. Elena's life force ballooned within her. Elena screamed in
pleasure as it spilled uncontrollably out of her. Another thrust. Another
thrust. Then Michael gave her his own.


Elena drifted in the warmth. She knew she was going to be the first to pass
out, but she didn't care. She had lost anyway. She was sated, both
physically and psychicly. She held onto Michael for as long as she could
while she floated back and down into herself. Darkness wrapped around her,
and before she faded out completely, she thought she felt Michael willingly
give her just a bit of his energy.

Elena sighed.

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