Caress is delivered to a western precinct, Aura to an eastern precinct, Whisper to a northern, and Glimmer to a southern precinct. Left with them were printed and very specific directions detailing that they would cooperate and happily confess all of their crimes. Lucky for me, they won't remember anything about the woman that harassed them. However, this means that Olivia and I need to relocate to Savor's house until we deliver her in.

Doing all of that under cover of night wasn't the easiest. This was made a little trickier by the fact that using a car is much more identifiable, and that I can only carry one woman on my bike at a time.

It took two days to finish that up, but at least it's given Savor precious time to complete her efforts and time for Alyssa to gather the information I need. No more leads have reared their heads but I figure that's a good thing. A moment of peace is something I'm not about to take for granted.

Finally I'm pulling Sylvia into Savor's garage from the delivery of Glimmer. I sigh at the peaceful feeling of her engine stopping and rest my hands on the windshield, and my forehead on top of them. It's been a long couple of days.

Even if things have been restful, that has been hellish. Every corner could have The Domina behind it. Every smiling woman could be her ally. One can never be sure who is controlled and who is not.

The only way to have control of every situation is to control everyone in it. I don't want to do that anymore. Controlling Pandora once was a misguided attempt at saving the world. Controlling Alyssa has just been a way to make myself feel more comfortable and safe.

Olivia has to be the thing that helps me break away from that cycle. She has to be the thing that stops me from being The Domina with more justifiable actions. As it stands right now the differences feel rather minute. She was even there at that auction house. She was doing the same thing I was there. I watched the news the next day and it celebrated the return of Silver Girl.

The world thinks Silver Girl is back. She's right here in this garage, damn it! Silver Girl is right here!

"Lucia . . .?" In the door way Olivia is standing there, just watching me . . . and there are tears running down my face. I tear my mask off of my face and throw it down beside Sylvia. "What's wrong . . . Did something happen while you were out . . .?"

"No . . . Nothing happened while I was . . . While I was . . . Dropping off . . . Glimmer . . ." My whole body keeps quivering no matter how hard I try to make it stop. At least I'm in the garage and not driving Sylvia, or this could be horrible, really horrible . . . "And it's nothing I can explain, truly . . . Just nothing I can explain . . ."

Olivia sighs and the gold coating slowly slides over her. Once it has she just wraps her arms around me, and stays close. That's all she does. No words. No prompting. It's all that she needs to do.

She feels so strong when she's golden. I haven't had to see her use that yet, which I consider a good thing, but I can still feel it. Even still, with her being stronger than me, she's followed my lead these past couple of days and just tried to track down the information on Mourning Frost . . . She should be needing comforting after what she went through, not me. That should be obvious.

But it's not, and I can't help but arch into her faintly. "Come on Lucia . . . Tell me what's wrong. If it's not something that happened while you were out running your little errand, then what was it?"

If she's going to be my ally . . . If I'm really going to let her in and let her help me and help everyone, then I'm going to need to trust her. Aureus trusted me after all, and she's really been given no reason to. It doesn't make any sense.

"Remember how I told you I'd explain The Domina and Amethyst and I never did . . .? Well . . . I hoped you'd forget about it. More importantly, I hoped I'd forget about it. It's been all that I can think about. I know that whatever the Argentum Project really is it's not some wonderful research program. The woman, the one who helped me rescue you, is me. My real name is Sarah Lucia LaSilvas. It's hers too. I used to be Silver Girl, but I had my powers stolen from me, I surrendered them to rescue two friends." Sighing I slowly shake my head. "That I haven't seen since."

Aureus just holds me tighter and doesn't let up. She doesn't say a word. I think she knows that this isn't something words fix. It's not. I really wish that it were, but it's not . . .

Slowly she pulls away and from the corner of my eye I can see her shaking her head. "Come on, get down from there, come inside and explain some of this, it'll help you feel better. If she's you, and you're her, and you were Silver Girl, and she's The Domina . . .?"

Understandably my situation gives people other than myself headaches. That shouldn't make me glad but for some strange reason it does. Just knowing I'm not the only one who finds my situation horribly messed up is a relief all on its own. There's no doubt in my mind that I should take her up on her offer. It's the smart thing to do and I'm actually going to do that for once.

With a sigh I get off of Sylvia and start to pull at my gloves. They might not cover my fingertips, but they're still cloth. Aureus melts back to Olivia, and I follow her in to Savor's house. It's a nice view.

Of course Olivia actually has some real clothes now. At the moment she's just wearing a long tan skirt and a white blouse with one too many buttons undone, but at least they actually fit. Even if the "a-little-too-small-to-fit-right" look was a good one on her, she does look better with a snug fit.

Once we're inside I sit down on the couch again and toss my gloves onto the table before surprisingly Olivia sits on the table to start removing my boots. It's a nice feeling to be waited on by such a sweet woman, and I can't say that even a part of me doesn't appreciate it. While she may feel strong as Aureus, as Olivia she only feels delicate and gentle.

"So come on, tell me about this predicament. Please?" Olivia leans down and kisses my sock covered foot, and I can't help but blush.

It gets worse when she starts to peel off that sock to kiss the top of each bare foot. She only gives each a soft kiss, but it's a surprisingly tender sensation as she smiles up at me afterwards with her hands slowly smoothing over my feet in a massage.

"Well, mmm . . . Basically, The Domina was me. That is, we were the same person up until the point that I met her. She lived a different life after that point, that eventually for whatever reason, I'm not entirely sure to be honest, lead her to a much darker outlook. She came back in time to stop me from ruining something that she savored . . . ended up making it happen quicker, and was part of the reason I lost my abilities." Taking a moment to pause I stare up at the ceiling.

Telling her about Chronos can wait. Telling her about the Nesatealia can wait. Right now I just need to tell her what's bothering me and Chronos is actually not a part of it.

"So . . . When the news is thanking the glorious Silver Girl, it hurts you because, well . . . You're Silver Girl, and it . . . Yeah. I guess that makes sense. Does anyone know that you're Silver Girl? Did Mystic know, the woman that fixed my head?" Olivia is a very smart girl, she's no doubt smarter than I am.

"Exactly . . . and it's just . . ." I use my gloves to wipe my eyes and sigh. "It's just hard. I'm going to have to call Alyssa soon. I'm sure she'll have some information, and it's just going to be more of the same control I've been fighting again and again and again . . ."

Olivia gently presses her lips to my forehead and smiles before looking into my eyes. "You control people's minds to help feel in control, am I right? I know that I've only known you for a couple of days, but I think that your biggest problem is that you just need to give yourself a rest, and an outlet. You put way too much importance on every little thing that you do, and I haven't seen you do a single thing for any semblance of enjoyment."

"I don't follow you . . ." Following this to its logical conclusion does not sound like the smartest option there ever was. I've been exercising a lot of control to resist controlling Aureus.

Olivia just sighs and nestles against me. "Every time I try to get close to you, you just shove me away. If going into my head is what it takes to make you feel safe and comfortable . . . Look, after what I went through, I never want anyone doing that to me again. You won't be doing that. Just go in there, and do what you need to. Protect yourself. Relax yourself. Then maybe you can stop omitting details. Every time you do, you look away and try to figure out a way to avoid lying. I can tell."

She's a much stronger woman than I ever was. Her experience hasn't made her worried and aggressive out of fear. There's a lot having her around could teach me.

Would doing what she suggests really be such a bad idea? My mother's pendant . . . my pendant . . . is just resting against my chest. I wouldn't have to do anything more than just go into her head and make sure that she was genuine. I could actually, for once, leave nothing behind and just do this to make myself stop worrying.

"You know, if I never stop doing this . . ." My lips turn up into a weak smile, and my body slouches.

"Yes, I know what you're thinking." Her arms wrap around me, and she lightly presses her lips to my cheek. "If I prod you into doing what it is that you really should stop doing, you'll never stop doing it, and your addiction to this cycle of control and guilt will never end. I'm doing this, so you can realize something anyone else with half a brain would have realized by now."

"What's that?"

She pulls back and slowly gets off of the couch. Her smile doesn't fade, so I know whatever she's doing she's doing it for a reason and for effect. Slowly she hoods her eyes and then reaches up to undo the next button of her blouse to show just a little bit too much of the inner curves of her breasts, and the lacy white bra supporting them so well.

After that lovely little view is given, she kneels down and kisses my knee. The feeling is nice, but the reasoning is confusing. "You don't need to control me. I'll do whatever you want, I'll agree to whatever you want, as long as it's sane, without you going into my head."

Slowly she crawls up onto the couch, and rests her head into my lap before rolling onto her back to regain eye contact. "Maybe if just once someone lets you in, and you can feel safe that the words they said are the words they were thinking then you won't feel so compelled to be Patina all of the time. When I'm like this, I'm not Aureus. Sure, sometimes when I'm thinking out what I need to do next I'll be like this having thoughts like she would, but she's a part of me I lock away when all is said and done. Let yourself have some peace."

I hate to admit it, but she's right. Pandora might be happier for it, but if Alyssa knew she'd only be hurt. Doing that to people all of the time . . . on the road I didn't feel too bad about it because I'd never see them again but . . . I'd even wanted to do it to Mystic.

Until I can come to grips with this I'm dangerous to everyone around me, and if just a little probing and closeness with Olivia can help me center myself and become better at being Lucia and at being Patina I don't see why or how I can refuse.

"You're sure you want me to do this? You can still refuse . . ." I trace my fingertips delicately across her cheeks. She smiles and slowly closes her eyes while nodding in my lap.

"I'm sure, Sarah." She turns her head and kisses one of my fingers before nuzzling more into my lap and then looking back up into my eyes. There's nothing but innocent hope and warmth inside of them. I do want this. Maybe it's just a part of who I am, maybe I've let it control me, but I want this, right now, more than I've wanted to trance her just for the sake of control. This is so much more sincere.

She called me Sarah. A part of me wants to groan at myself for being so unable to keep a facade for longer than a matter of days, but thinking about it . . . Lucia is to protect me from the outside world. Olivia is not a part of that. She can know my secrets.

I lean down, and though it hurts my neck I manage to kiss her cheek. She looks so peaceful as her eyes close and her body relaxes. It's amazing how much difference in size we have with just a matter of inches, though it is almost a foot between us. Having such a small, gorgeous, and sweetly innocent woman in my lap just makes me want to protect her more than anything else I could dream of doing.

Oh, those sweet curves and the open buttons of her top are very tempting too. No one ever said that you can't protect someone while fucking them. If she's already able to act so calm about being controlled again then maybe she really is in a place to decide if she wants me or not.

"All right, Olivia. Just relax . . . and I'm going to help you relax. You've been made to relax before and open up your mind, but this time won't be anything like those other times. This time is going to be about warmth. This time is going to be about embracing good feelings, about taking them all inside of you and amplifying them. Just relax, and let my voice melt away everything but those good things . . . just let yourself relax . . ." The weight of her head melts more into my lap, and her body melts more into the couch.

Watching her submit to me, and not be forced into submission, is so much more magical than I could have dreamed. Maybe this is what I've been missing. Maybe I need to tell her about Chronos, so she can know why. "You're so beautiful, and so sweet . . . and those things are inside of you as much as outside of you. Inside of you, they're ever there, waiting to make you feel as good as you make others feel, and you make others feel so at ease, so relaxed . . . you deserve that same sweetness."

"And you will have it, right now . . . right now all you need to do is just look, with your eyes closed, and take a nice, deep breath. Just feel how safe you are here with me, how relaxed you are here with me . . . how sweet that feels, how beautiful it feels to be held, surrounded by sweet bliss . . ."

She sighs, and her eyes flutter under her eyelids, but only like a woman looking at something on the inside of those lids. Her fingers slowly spread out as they go beyond limp. It's very pretty. She's very pretty.

Sighing I slide my fingertips across her forehead, and then slowly trace my fingertip in a spiral. "Just relax, my lovely little Olivia . . . Just take another deep breath, and feel yourself filling with sweet relaxing warmth . . . Sweet soothing warmth . .. You don't need to worry about anything at all. All you need to do is listen to my voice . . . and tell me . . . just tell me . . . how safe you feel with me, and how good you feel . . ."

For a second, her lips look like they might be just a little too heavy, or too limp. She takes in a deep breath through her nose and then just sighs. "S-sso safe . . . Ssss-so nice . . ."

That's all I need to hear. She might not be the deepest I've ever taken a woman but that's not what I want with her. I don't want to take her down and thread my power through her mind. That's the last thing that I want to do. Right now, I just want to give her that feeling. "Good . . . Good . . . You are always safe with me . . . I always want to make you feel good . . . All I want to do is just ask you a small couple of questions . . . Like what my sweet little friend wants with me . . . and from me."

"All . . . I want . . . is to be close . . . to help . . . we can . . . be a lot . . . together . . ." Her voice is so sincere. When someone is in a trance, even a light trance, one can feel when they are lying. It's easy to feel it in the quivering tone of the subject's voice.

Olivia's voice is serene.

A part of me feels a little bad about this, but it's what she wants. I didn't compel her to do this. I won't be making her forget it.

Slowly I slide my hand under her head and raise her up, pulling her closer with a hand slowly boosting the small of her back. Her body is heavy with all of her control just oozed out, but she moves well enough when eased into it. Soon enough her head is resting on my shoulder and I've pulled her up into my lap. Her cheeks are just so soft it's impossible to resist stroking across them.

My lips melt against her forehead before pressing into her ear as I very slowly whisper in. "Right now . . . The two of us are going to kiss . . . the longer the kiss lasts, the more of my soothing warmth is going to melt into you . . . when I pull back, you'll be full . . . of warmth and bliss . . . ready dear?"

Olivia takes a long slow breath and softly whines afterwards. Her neck quivers for a moment before she starts to nod with the faintest shake to her gorgeous hair.

Delicately I slide my hand from under her cheek, and the other to gently cup around the back of her neck before pressing my lips into hers. Immediately she whimpers against me, and her body presses more into mine. I can feel her quivering as her limp arms try to grasp around me, but she can't. All she can feel is my warmth, the texture of my lips, and the feeling of the warmth from them melting into her.

My hand holding up her head slowly melts down around her back to hold her against me, to grind her against me. Her lips keep pressing harder, almost as if trying to melt our lips together through the warmth. I can feel the raw passion behind those lips and it makes me clench and quiver.

I reach up under her blouse and the skin of her back is just as smooth I as imagined it being when she was covered in gold. She's so smooth, and the graceful arch of her back just screams for me to let my fingers trace slowly up that curve before raking them back down that same curve to feel the way her body quivers and sways.

She must already be so full of warmth, but the kiss is melting through me as deeply as it's melting through her. It might not be melting me in the same way, but the awareness of the heat of her body and the heat of my own that it's pouring into me is so concrete for being an ethereal feeling.

Inhaling through my nose to prolong the kiss I'm sure the heavy smell in the air is the intermixed scent of our shared desire. I reopen my eyes to the sight of hers helplessly fluttering. Her lips are so firmly pressed to mine, to the point I can't feel where mine end and hers begin, but her whole body is subtly grinding and shaking, eyes fluttering, and she just seems so . . . gorgeously lost.

Reluctantly I break the kiss, and she lets a sharp cry be the first sound to slide through her freed lips. The tone may be sharp, but the volume is almost mute. The quivering of her lips is halted by a finger slowly being traced along the arch of the higher, and the curve of the lower.

"Msshhhn . . ." She mutters something, but it's too quiet to tell just what it was. With her lips moving so poorly I have no clue what it could be.

"Say that again sweetheart . . . Things are so easy to do when you're being directed to do them by someone you trust . . . someone you're sure would never hurt you . . . like me. So take a deep cool breath to soothe that warmth bubbling over inside of you . . . and speak . . ." I brush my lips across hers, just once while she takes that breath and her lips curl into a soft smile for just a moment.

Watching her body raise and melt in that breath is such a sweet sight. Every small part of her body moves up, and then down. Her glistening breasts capture my attention for longer than just a moment and I flick over another button. She's so smooth everywhere. Only dreams are supposed to be this smooth.

"Feels . . . so . . . good . . . trust you . . . so much . . . just want more . . . more . . . want to give . . . share . . . make me feel . . . like more than just a statue . . ." Olivia's voice is so tender, and so very deeply needy.

I understand now. It didn't make sense before why she wanted me to do this so soon after her own ordeal but it does now. What I'm doing isn't anything like they did. They ripped all of this out of her, all of the warmth and tenderness, all of the ability to be truly controlled or seduced. They just made her into an automaton, a statue . . . not even the doll that Mind Bore made me into.

She wants me to remind her just what it feels like to be a woman, and I am more than happy to show such a lovely woman how that feels . . .

"Then just relax . . . just let my lips, my hands, and my body . . . help you remember . . . Because you are a woman . . . you aren't a statue. You never were. You never will be." Her sigh is one of as much pleasure as it is relief. Slowly I lay her back into the couch, and undo the last of those buttons off of her blouse before pulling it aside.

Olivia might be small but there's so much beauty to see and feel. Each breath makes the rise and fall of her chest threaten to spill her breasts out of that lacy bra. Sadly, seeing behind that will have to wait if I'm going to make her feel like a woman and not a whore.

My lips return to her ear, but I don't really let them linger there very long before they begin to slide down along her neck. My hands slide along the groves of her ribs, and I nibble faintly at the nape of her neck. Through a moan she tries to communicate, to speak, but that same exact feeling as before gets in the way and she can't manage it. "Mrrrph . . . plszzzz . . ."

"Take another deep breath . . . and explain. Clearly. It'll be easy, very easy . . . Won't it . . .?" She tries to nod, and I smile as she accomplishes it with the softest of sighs. The way that sigh makes her flesh ripple, I just want to order her to sigh again.

"Mooooore . . . Please . . . Don't . . . Need to be gentle or ssslow . . . F-fuck . . . me . . ."

It's impossible to stop my eyes from nearly popping out of my head. I've tranced a lot of women, and I mean a lot of women, and not a single one of them has spoken like that under trance. None of them have ever expressed a desire in such a firm much less crude fashion! Even like this she has such a strong presence. She's not like any other woman I've ever done this to. Was what I felt with Alyssa anything compared to this? Am I a slut or just confused?

"Pleeeeeease . . ."

She wants me to do this more firmly, with fewer inhibitions? It's not something I'm used to, but it is something I can do. "Of course, my sweet little Olivia . . ." My hands slide up from her ribs and press her bra over her breasts so I can grasp and knead the warm and sensitive skin of her breasts. They're so firm but still mold so perfectly into my hands, and she lets out a sharp cry when I grind my palms into her nipples.

Her back rises up off of the couch as well as her hips while she tries to press herself more into my hands. The moan resonating from her feels like it doubles when my lips close around one of her nipples, as the hand from that breast slides down to pull up her skirt and then dive into her panties.

They're lace just like her bra but they are a lot damper against the back of my hand. Her lips are soaked. Suckling on one nipple, twisting the other, I tease a finger along her slit. She screams and bucks herself up into my hands and my mouth. I can't help but whimper too, suckle harder, nibble harder. My fingers finally stop just teasing, and slide to find the wet nub of her hardening clit.

I can feel her legs shudder as her legs limply move to try and trap my hand, but it's just an involuntary action. There's no strength behind the motion, only desire and need. She's already so slick, and every moment I rub and grind my fingers into her, every moment I pinch and pull at her nipple and nip at that very tip, she only flows more and more.

It's hard to ignore just how soft she is even when she's so slick. She's just so soft she almost doesn't feel real even when her moans are piercing into my ears. The flesh of her nipple tastes so sweet, and the increasing hardening of her nipple makes me quiver and tense as my own thighs grind together.

"Sshhoooooo gooood!" Her voice is audible through the moan but it must only be because her lips haven't stayed closed for a moment since I started getting serious. "Lllvvvve it!"

If I could spark her clit for just a moment it would feel a million times better than this, but this is the closest that I can come to that, and it's good enough. She deserves this, and she loves it. Feeling her sex spasm against my hand in this perfect moment is the best feeling I have ever experienced. Olivia's body is yielding to my touches, and her mind is yielding to my words . . .

When I feel her start to tighten, her hips move in that perfect telltale way, her frantic gasping and panting is joined by mine. My lungs feel full of fire and for a moment my chest tightens before I grind my body down against hers as she grinds hers against mine.

Even if I'm still clothed, I can feel her body as easily as I can feel my own. We're one perfect body, just cuming, just clenching and overflowing and whimpering to try and breathe, to try and get closer, something . . .

I don't know how long it lasted, only how intense it was. My vision never actually went white before, not like that, not and stayed like that while my body felt out of control. So intense, so intellectual, so physical, more than anything and less than anything, just perfect feeling that can't be held back only indulged. Softly I nip at her nipple one last time before just nuzzling between her breasts and wrapping my arms around her body before her back slowly rests down against them.

"Such a beautiful woman . . . You're so perfect and so sweet . . . My tender Olivia . . . My sweet, soft, silken, smooth Olivia . . . Statues can't feel things like that . . . Statues can't make a woman feel like that . . . You are a woman . . . a wonderful woman . . ." She makes a purring sound in response, and I kiss the inner curve of her breast before letting myself just cuddle against her, just feel her warmth.

True honesty like that, true sharing like that, is something I haven't experienced in so long that I'd forgotten how it felt. Olivia reminded me, and I don't ever want to forget again.

Warmth like this isn't just a physical feeling. Every time my mind slowly slides over her name, over what we just shared, over any part of her at all I feel warm and sweeter for knowing her. I'd never really been fond of the name before, but now it's my favorite name I've absolutely ever heard. Olivia . . . Mmm . . .

It really is such a pretty name.

"What's your full name . . .?" Olivia's fingers slide through my hair. Nothing could make this moment better. A moment ago I woke up, my lips pressed against her bare flesh, with her fingers just stroking through my hair. It is the best way that I have ever woken up. It's even better than . . . or as good as . . . walking up next to The Lady.

For a moment her fingers pause, but they start back up again soon after. "Why do you want to know that . . .?"

A giggle forces its way out of me and I really have no control over it. It's a silly feeling but a nice one. "Well . . ." I slowly shift to actually look up at her face and softly kiss the closest skin to my lips. "When I have a wonderful moment like that, I like to roll the name around in my head for awhile. Plus, you know mine."

She rolls her eyes, and for the first time I embarrassedly realize that I hadn't looked to figure out their color before now. They're gray, not silver but actual gray, with what look like little bits of yellow along the edges of her irises. They're very pretty. Of course I would experience something like that, and start considering for the second time within a week to pursue a relationship with a girl who had gray eyes. Then again, she turns into gold. She turns into very yummy gold . . .

"Fair enough, little sleepyhead. Damn I've never had afterglow last to after waking up . . . If I fell asleep, I'm not sure, your fun little trance wore off eventually but I'm not sure if I was asleep too or not. Anyway, my full name is Olivia Kate Taggart. It's not too special, but its mine." She kisses her fingertips before pressing them to my lips and I kiss them back before giggling again.

"That . . . is a very pretty name. Mmm did I sleep for long . . . ?" It's been so long since I've been touched like this. Tenderness that isn't coerced, and isn't from family almost feels like a new sensation. It's not, but it is still absolutely wonderful.

Olivia doesn't answer right away, but it's not because she doesn't want to answer me and I can tell. There's a special warmth to her face that seems to say "I never want to leave this moment." I hope that she can see the same look in my eyes because that's exactly how I'm feeling right now. Olivia Kate Taggart . . . she really does have such a gorgeous name. It's a hard thing to resist thinking of it at the end of mine. Hyphenated that is. I love LaSilvas far too much.

If I slept very long, I'll need to call Alyssa right away. She'll have new information by now that may give me a lead on where I should go next. Just walking right in to where Aureus did will only get me the same treatment I'm sure. There has to be a safer way to stop whatever this Ember, Mourning Frost, and The Domina have planned . . . and who knows if the project head is even aware of it.

Wasn't her name something Emerald? I'm awful with remembering names I've only heard on T.V. I think that it started with a K, but it wasn't Kate.

"Well . . . When I came to it was one in the morning. It's two now. I'm not really sure how long you were asleep . . ." The last time I'd seen the time it was midnight . . .! There's no way that I actually slept so long!

It's tricky to get myself off of her, especially when she pulls me back down once I start. "Wah! Olivia, I need to call Alyssa, I was supposed to call her as soon as I was done dropping off Glimmer. She said that she was on the brink of finding out something that might be helpful." She pouts, and I just sigh. "I promise, as soon as I'm off the phone with her, we can cuddle each other to sleep. I promise."

Olivia finally lets me up and just grins when I huff. "Oh hurry up Sarah . . . If you don't mind me calling you that, of course. I can call you Lucia if you'd rather, or Patina, or Miss Colloten. Really up to you."

After I've finally pried myself off of the couch I lean down to kiss Olivia's lips and wink. "You, can call me whatever you want Olivia."

"How about Rah Rah?" She raises up one of those reddish eyebrows and all I can do is stare.

"Besides Rah Rah." We both laugh before I grab my cell and walk into the bedroom. She really is so amazing. With a sigh I go into my phone's memory and chose Alyssa's number. I want the information, but I'd prefer to be back curled up with Olivia. Should I tell Alyssa what I did to her? She deserves to know, but should I tell her . . .?

Telling her does make everything a lot less safe. It would allow us to actually open up to each other in a more honest way but with a lot of risk for both of us. With the people we're going up against being so ruthless and uncaring of human life, I really shouldn't.

I should, I know that I should. "Hey Lucia, you're calling a little bit late huh? Did something happen, are you all right? You better not have gotten me worried all for nothing . . ."

"Well . . ." Just a few days ago I'd taken her out on a real date. Telling her the truth would necessitate telling her the complete truth including Olivia, and I'd rather hold back on that. Besides, telling her over the phone would be an absolutely horrible idea. There's no way to tell all of who could be listening in.

Cell phones are not the most well protected form of communication. There have been times where I've had a cell phone break into a cordless phone call during phone sex. Trusting either is beyond stupid.

"I ran into some issues, but over all I just lost track of time." Sighing I look over to the alarm clock next to Savor's bed and bite down on my bottom lip. "Do you have any new information? It would be great timing."

Alyssa laughs, and it's just as soothing now as it was before. Well, it makes me feel a little bad for the deception, but otherwise it is soothing. "I am Alyssa Gardener. Of course I have new information. We already know that its front is a humanitarian project that encourages global unity. Of course, we already know what a bunch of garbage that is. The leader, Katya Emerald, used to be a weapons designer. The woman responsible for the anti-weapons program, Chandra Beran, worked with her. They've been connected to some very shady weapons developers, even Doctor Atom."

"Doctor Atom?!" I wince as soon as I exclaim just knowing that it sounded far too loud to have felt nice to hear on the other end. "He's not really someone you hear about coming this far from River City . . . so either they made it very worth his while or they were the ones with a wide reach . . ."

"Well, it's nothing substantiated. They might just know some of the same people or have thought up some of the same technology in round about ways. It's not enough to make the authorities worried, and it's not very well known. It took a lot of digging to find this. They've been getting every brilliant scientific mind they can possibly find who will agree to join their project." Alyssa pauses, and I worry why. "And I think that there are some links between them and Chronos. This is nothing solid, not yet, but it's enough to give me something to go on. I'm going to talk to some new sources I've found, I should have more soon."

If Katya Emerald (I was right, Emerald!) was working with Doctor Atom, at all, then this is already off to a horrific start. A part of me is tempted to try and get a hold of Omega girl. She's dealt with him before. Right now though, without enough information to go on, I'd just be causing problems for people who don't need them.

"Alyssa . . . Just promise me that you'll be careful, all right? We're getting close to something worse than I originally came to you for. Promise me you'll be careful?" There is a lot to be worried about right now. This project might not have any official government backing, but it looks humanitarian.

If I was going to try and stop a project claiming to be finding the cure for AIDS but was actually creating a vampirism plague I would encounter quite a bit of resistance and backlash.

She doesn't respond, and a part of me worries. Does she already know? Has she figured out who I am? The news was trying to find out where some of the missing Chronos money was. If The Domina knew how to access the hidden funds . . . I don't, but she spent more time with The Lady than I did.

Finally there's a soft laugh on the other side of the phone. "Fine. I'll be careful. I promise I'll be careful. This is all pretty dangerous stuff, so I'll watch my back."

Her voice doesn't sound believable but I don't feel like controlling her into protecting herself any more than I already have. Compromising someone's rights just so I can feel better about myself and if something goes wrong say I did all that I could is just not enough. Olivia showed me that. There needs to be a change, and it needs to start now. It's smaller than telling her, but it's something.

"Take care Alyssa, I'll call you soon." She says a quick bye, sounding oddly distracted herself, and I hang up. It wouldn't kill me to do some independent inquiries into the project from what's publicly available but none of that says anything but that there's nothing suspicious so loudly that it's suspicious for that if nothing else.

Sighing I blush when I realize that I've had my belt on this whole time. My leotard is soaked but I'll throw it in the wash first thing in the morning and it'll be fine.

That call was worth the time, but it took me away from Olivia. She is something I would much rather spend my time doing. Even if I got a couple hours of sleep I feel way too tired to get any more "doing" done tonight but who knows what the future may bring.

Hopefully the future will bring Olivia and me a lot of sex.

I wonder what it would feel like to grind up against her when she's golden. She might have looked metal, but she was still able to move and it still looked like skin. It makes me wish I was still Silver if only so that we could twine up, silver and gold like some child's rhyme. As it is, at least this still feels absolutely beyond wonderful.

Limply I manage to walk my way back to Olivia who in the time I've been gone has managed to lose what's left of her clothes and sprawled across the couch completely golden. It's so gorgeous. She looks like a goddess sunbathing under a divine sun.

Slowly she opens a golden eyelid. Her eyes are still gray and white and black underneath. It's a pretty effect. It almost makes it look like she's wearing a mask. "Find out anything spicy?"

"Just a little bit more about who we're dealing with. Alyssa thinks she's right on the cusp of figuring something out, and that she's about to get more information from some new sources. She didn't sound like she's being very smart about this but there doesn't seem to be anything that I can really do about that. I'll call her tomorrow. Savor should be done with my projects for her tomorrow night too. Convenient, huh?" I lean down and kiss her forehead just to feel the cool gold.

Her forehead isn't cool though. It's just as warm as her skin should feel. Somehow it feels like skin that's gold even if it does feel metallic. It's still sweet with that salty taste of skin. There's no way to describe it besides saying that as Aureus, Olivia becomes living breathing gold. As she breaths in and out, the movement of her skin is just as it would be normally, but it's gold.

I think that Goldfinger would be very envious. Instead of being a gold statue, Aureus is a golden woman. She's even beyond a gold plated robot, just . . . she's amazing and beautiful in every way.

Her gray eyes peering out from the gold around them shows just how fragile she is in such a pretty way.

"Sounds spicy. You can tell me the details later, I'm only like this because it's hard to sleep all gold. I can never get quite comfortable enough. It always makes me feel too warm." She sits up and closes her eyes, and as she opens them the gold slowly melts its way off of her.

"How does that feel anyway?" I reach a hand down to her and she grasps it to help her stand up. Seeing her as Aureus and seeing her as Olivia makes it very hard to decide which of them I prefer.

Olivia wraps her arms around me and presses herself close. She does feel a lot cooler. I know I'm tall for a woman but I don't think I ever had a girlfriend quite this short. She can't be more than five feet tall and even that feels like some kind of an exaggeration. "How does what feel? Do you mean how does it feel to be a babe made out of gold, or do you mean how does it feel to turn back to a babe made of flesh and blood? Two totally different answers, and I'm only answering one tonight."

She stands up on her tip toes to kiss the bottom of my ear, and it sends shivers all down the length of my spine. Goddess this woman is so invigorating. "Well . . . How does it feel then, to turn back . . .?"

Smiling, Olivia begins to tug me into the bedroom. There's really no need for her to stay in the guest room any more. Whistling to herself she helps me with my belt, and then starts to slide my leotard off of my body. I open my mouth to say something while taking in a breath of air, and she just presses a finger over my lips as the leotard slides down past my hips.

There's still the plain white underwear so she doesn't see everything, but I do still feel pleasantly exposed. Olivia whimpers when she tries to reach up to pull the tie out of my hair that's keeping it up. She's just a little too short to reach it.

With a laugh I pull it out myself and hand it to her. She just narrows her eyes at me and then huffs before she throws it off to the side. It's black with a ring of tarnished silver, so it'll be visible when I look for it on the white carpet. Olivia really is the most adorable woman I've ever met. Even if she were a thousand feet tall she'd still be adorable. Of course, it's hard not to find a woman adorable who's on the tip of her toes to unhook and pull off your bra.

"Well, I guess that it feels like having a metallic sunburn - one that doesn't hurt - slowly turn from dead skin into a pool of gold, and then just pool away. Only, it doesn't so much pool away as it just melts down and then I can feel it pulling itself back up into me. I'm honestly not sure where it goes, but I just feel it inside of me, like a warm feeling." Olivia smiles and I can feel that golden feeling in myself.

I never used to question where my sparks came from. They were just there. Her gold must be just the same way. A part of me wants to ask her a thousand questions but instead I just put an arm over her far shoulder, and fall back onto the bed before crawling higher and pulling her with me.

There's a time for talking about powers, and there's a time for sleeping with a beautiful woman. "I think I'm still a little overdressed for this slumber party." Grinning, I pull off my panties and twine my legs with hers. Her face rests in my breasts this time, and it is a lovely reversal.

"Not anymore . . ." I rest my head on one of Savor's extra fluffy pillows as Olivia starts to suckle on my nipple. It's such a warm feeling, just safe, just dreamy . . .

I want to fall asleep like this every night.

"Midas is not yours anymore. You are no longer needed or welcome." It's dark, and cold, and the floor feels like finished stone. I feel as naked as I did when I went to bed but I . . . I know I'm not there anymore.

Twelve points around me are lit. The positions are precisely that of a clock, and each light doesn't flicker like a candle - it twinkles like a star. Like they're each just small . . . shining . . . silver stars.

"Where . . . where am-"

"You are somewhere you do not belong. You are somewhere you need to leave." The illumination raises, but I feel darker somehow. The voice is familiar. It's the most familiar voice that I've ever heard in my entire life but I can't place it. Something about the lighting, or the darkness, is just throwing me off . . .

Groaning, I try to look up, but I feel tied down, trapped. I try to sit up or stand, but I can feel how helpless I am. Something is anchoring me down, and it feels cold. It has some slack, but I can't tell how much slack that whatever it or they actually have. It feels like my brain is trying to walk in shoulder height water. "I'd leave if I could . . ."

Familiar laughter rises up, and bare footsteps slowly come closer. They sound so loud against the bare stone, but I can't tell if there's a reason for that or not. Nothing makes sense . . . "Not here! You miss the point entirely but . . . That is so like us, isn't it?"

"Us . . . Us . . ." Something in my head tries to click. The lighting flares in front of me, and a silver skinned, silver haired woman walks out of the shadows. She's dressed in white robes, almost transparent . . .

There's no wind in the chamber but the robes keep fluttering against her. Something about the way they move is so exotic, and the curves of her hips take the breeze as well as the curves of her breasts. Her breasts look so familiar too, I know I've cupped them in my hands before, but my hands were . . . reaching . . . up . . . over . . . my own . . .?

"Domina . . ."

"Come now, we're the same person, I think we can be on a first name basis. Call me Sarah." She steps closer and closer until she's standing between my legs at the bend of my knees. I'm anchored so low and she's so high I feel like a little girl compared to her shimmering brilliance . . .she's so strong . . . so powerful, so sexy, so in control . . . whatever's holding me down, metal I think, it's around my neck and above my ankles and below my wrists. It's shiny metal, too . . .

We're not really the same people are we? She's all silvery . . . I'm not . . . I need to fight past how slow I feel, and how heavy everything feels. I try and stand and just whimper as the metallic sound pulls me back down. "Then let me up, Sarah . . . Come on . . . Just . . . Let me up . . ."

I narrow my eyes to try and focus better, and the light adjusts so that I can see The Domina better. She's not the same woman as me at all. I wouldn't look that haughty and bratty with someone tied down who just wants to get up . . .

What does she mean I don't belong in Midas anymore?! Things are starting to make sense again . . . This has to be another dream, like I had back in Coredelia. It has to be. She's just trying to intimidate me or scare me or something. I can't tell what she wants but I can tell that it's not good. We're not on a first name basis. She's the reason I'm not silvery, but she is the reason I'm a free woman.

"Finally, you look angry. I was worried that you really hadn't gotten any stronger of a mind. If you hadn't, then this wouldn't be satisfying at all." Slowly she lowers down to her knees, and grasps my face in her hands. "I'm not letting you up. I'm going to tear into your mind, so deeply and so strongly, that you'll be thinking my words for the rest of your life. You will succumb to my control, and then you will leave Midas. I don't care where you go, as long as it is very, very far away. Your mind isn't strong enough to fight me off . . . Lucia."

Gritting my teeth I try and pull my face out of her hands but the shackle around my neck doesn't give me enough slack to tear away. It does give me enough slack to hurt myself with but no more than that. "I don't need to be strong enough . . . This is just a dream. You controlled me in the last dream, and I'm still here to rebel against you!"

My voice tries to yell but instead it's just the tone of a scream with the volume of a whisper. It's a very disappointing feeling. What's even more disappointing, is that when The Domina begins to slowly press herself up against me, her body grinding against mine, fitting curve to curve, breasts melting into mine as her fingers continue to caress my face, it just feels good, it's so hard to want it to stop. I should be stronger than this, I've gone through so much since the last time she tried this, I thought I'd gotten stronger than her.

"This isn't just a dream, Lucia. I'm using this dream so your mind can understand what's happening to it, so that you can feel exactly what's being done inside of you. It's for my satisfaction, and yours." Her lips press into mine and before I can try and struggle away her lips begin to spark, and I can feel the current forcing my lips to press back into hers.

Feeling that energy, that light tear into me is so good. It slides out over my body from my lips, up and over my face, over my scalp, down my back, over my neck, over my arms, its filling all of me and I can't stop it. It feels better than being licked and nibbled everywhere at once.

I can feel so much of it, see so much of it, that it's just overflowing and I can feel it sizzling and crackling in the air. All of my nerves feel connected, one, like she's kissing me everywhere at once and burning into my mind, burning out my mind, just exhausting and frying and making things so bright that I'm going blind, that everything is turning into bright silvery light that I can't see beyond or even rationalize.

Everything feels like it's turning onto light. Her kiss is light, the shackles are light, the words she's speaking are light . . . How can she speak when she's kissing me? I just know that she is.

"You are going to stay away from the project . . . Because the project, when it's done, will be giving both of us exactly what we want . . . It will be giving us paradise . . . The paradise we lost when we lost Her . . . And neither of us can pass that up just for silly ideas of justice . . . Justice is equality and bliss . . . And The Project will do just that . . ." Her light sears it even deeper into my mind, I can feel it, I can just feel it grinding into my thoughts and my memories so much that it hurts.

The light just pours its self into me, into my mind, into my pussy, into my soul, and there's no room for anything else. Have to leave Midas, have to leave the project alone, have to . . .