Alternate Timeline Crossover RP (EvelynWillows & Reality Escapee)

[Reality Escapee]

The world-hopping machine was a curious structure, that would have appeared almost like a temple to an uniformed observer. A massive metallic sphere studded with tubing ports and lights was buried deep below the building's foundation, powering the particle-shattering circuits that were necessary to open the gateway. Up from the underground generator, there rose a shining pillar covered with constantly fluctuating greek letters. Dozens of individuals huddled around the pillar in deep concentration, wired into the pillar by their brains- chiefly by their amygdalae and motor cortices. No keyboards were necessary. Some people were merely giving instructions to the computer, others were more fully merged with the machine as component parts. In particular, targeting the other worlds required individuals with psychic sensitivity; no other tool would do.

All individuals here were considered tools to some degree. The advancement of their civilization was always paramount. This was the Third Hellenistic Empire, the year 2353 (According to the revised Persian calendar). The Julian calendar, had it existed, would have put the date at 1813 A.D. On the west, the Third Empire encompassed the whole of the Mediterranean, as well as the balkans and black sea coast. To the east, the empire encompassed India as well. Lucrative colonies and satrapy's also dotted the numerous coasts bordering the Indian Ocean.

A man dressed in loosely fitting black and white synthetic fabrics observed the vehicle before him, trying to steady his breath. He had wavy Mediterranean hair, serious dark eyes, and an aquiline nose. He was broad at the shoulder's and slim at the waist, having been taught at a young age that fitness was a logical extension of mental discipline. The communicator chimed loudly in Aristides ear.

"Alright, we've achieved criticality. The gateway is opening. You should arrive in the center of North America, although this first test will be imprecise. Even minor rotational and orbital differences between our Earth and this world's Earth will have compounded over the centuries since our last snapshot, so your landing site may not be quite where we think it is in space. Remember, Aristides, you're just a scout. Your job is to gather information. Blend in if possible. Assess technological advancement, military readiness, and level of cultural sophistication."

The military supervisor spent several more minutes giving orders to him. Aristides nodded without expression, concealing his suspicions. There were those who advocated conquest, but to his knowledge, there were still no official orders that would constitute an act of war. Aristides himself was conflicted. Many states in the empire had benefited from their conquest, at least from his Neo-Hellenistic notions of "progress". His motivations were two-fold. Exploration satisfied his natural curiosity, an adventurous side that his culture had never managed to curb. On the other hand though, he was fiercely loyal to his nation, and saw his mission as his way of fulfilling his sworn duty to contribute to the advancement of his society.

With a deep breath, Aristides flicked the ignition switch on his craft's dashboard. There was a flash of light, and his mind was instantly assaulted with images. It was one of the side effects of the transport. They had used mediums to help open the gate, so anyone with low level psychic sensitivity (such as himself) was bound to pick up signals from the other world. He felt words flowing into him, words from many languages. The mediums had worked some of each language out, but he had to fill in the gaps. He had been selected in part for his skills in linguistics. It wasn't easy, but his knowledge of languages and his own psychic sensitivity allowed him to obtain some knowledge of English, as well as some other languages. English was a hybrid tongue, he quickly saw. Part Italic, part Germanic.

When he came through the other side, he was many hundreds of thousands of miles from Earth (The other Earth), but he checked his instruments to see if his trajectory was right. He saw himself approaching the Earth, and frowned. He saw South America in his path, not North America. That in itself would not be so bad, except that he could see the continent slowly spinning away to the east as the Earth turned, giving way to ocean. The miscalculation became more apparent as he plunged through the atmosphere.

When he thundered into the ocean, he closed his eyes and tried to abolish all fear. His hands trembled as he searched for an improvised flotation device, but it was obvious that nothing in his vessel was simultaneously less dense than water, and capable of displacing a volume of water greater than his weight. He had always been taught that fear was a lesser emotion during his philosophy instruction, but he was feeling damnably un-philosophical right now. He swore, cursing the Moirae. Though hardly anyone believed in the fates anymore, plenty still used their names in swear words. He popped the hatch, climbing to the surface so that he could at least look around, and try treading water as far as he might.

He was a sorry sight, clinging to the curved, slippery surface of the sinking vessel, drenched and shivering, his stoic facade barely holding up. "The flesh of the body is only a prison for the intellect." He told himself, remembering the Pythagorean promise that death was not final. "I should not fear to leave it behind." Desperately, he unsheathed his firearm and sent several incendiary pellets streaking into the heavens, where they burst silently with brilliant white light. Unfortunately, it was not quite night, but it had grown dim enough for the light to stand out. "Help!" He cried. "Pamoch! Ayuda! Bahng! Sa'aduni!" He added frantically, not knowing which language to speak in such a remote region.

 

[EvelynWillows]

The winds were fantastic that day; brisk and steady with a soft heat from the coming summer already creeping into the air. It would have been a perfect day to throw a pool party, but she wasn’t having a party today. No, Eleanor Virginia Lowrance had set her course on the Comanche, a nearly forty foot long racing yacht her father had leased for Ellie’s first around the world solo sailing trip, and she was on her way to making history. She smiled to herself. There were many things opening up to women nowadays with the feminist movement, equality, and women such as Amelia Erhart and herself. They were true pioneers in a wild an untamed world. It was, after all, 1964. President Johnson was leading their nation into prosperity, and hopefully soon that horrid war in Vietnam would be over and all their boys would come home. Eleanor sighed. “If only people would give peace a chance. Spread the love, and just… unclench. Then no more people would have to die.” She thought about President Kennedy and the previous year’s tragedy and nearly cried again. No…she would be strong. This was a year for new beginnings. She had to believe…what was that?

She brought a slim tanned hand over her brows to shade her eyes from the sun. Something streaked through the air and slammed into the ocean. Huge waves shot up into the air, white and frothy in the otherwise calm seas.

“Whoa.”

She chewed the pink gob of sugary synthetic rubber in her mouth, as she watched the fins of white waves die down into the water, Ellie formed the gum in her mouth and blew a bubble. It popped after a moment and stuck to her cheeks and the bottom of her white rimmed Jackie Kennedy glasses. The glasses matched her white sailing shorts and the white bikini top she had thrown on that morning. One never knew when a ship might pass by with reporters on it; an adventurer like herself had to look her best, even in the middle of the pacific. She plucked the wayward pieces of gum off her face and pushed them back through her pink lips into the wet warmth within.

At first she thought that the falling object might have been a spy satellite. Those Ruskies were pretty sneaky… who knew what they had floating around in space. When three flares shot up into the sky and burst brilliant white against the azure heavens, she frowned. Spy or no spy, it was a sailor’s duty to rescue anyone stranded in the ocean. It was, after all, the American thing to do.

She quickly adjusted her sails and swung the rudder about to turn the yacht towards the crash site. Already her imagination was swimming with thoughts of the headlines that might come of this.

As they neared the site she saw the most pitiful sight; a man was clinging to a slowly sinking silver craft and shouting in several different languages. He was drenched and obviously cold! Eleanor dropped the main sail to slow the ship and rushed to throw a red and white life preserver to the survivor. For a moment she thought about how color coordinated she must seem; dressed in white on a red yacht, the red and white life preserver sailing through the air and behind it all the magnificent flag of the grand ol’ U.S of A. flying in the breeze. Oh, if only she had a photographer on board!

“Hey! Grab the ring, I’ll pull you in!” Her words were punctuated by another pink bubble as she worked her words around her favorite solo oral pastime. As she leaned over the bow of the ship she thought to herself that he certainly didn’t look Russian. He was much too tan and swarthy to be a Russian. Maybe he was an Italian?

 

[Reality Escapee]

He saw a vessel on the horizon, colorfully painted with red and white, with a blue awning, and a blue line at the water level. Near the stern was a waving piece of fabric, which matched the colors of the ship. To Aristides, the cloth resembled a battle standard meant to rally soldiers, yet the boat didn't look like a military vessel. In fact, it looked rather small, nonthreatening, and flammable. His thoughts on the boat were distracted by the woman aboard it. If he held any fears that the vessel represented a military power, they were dispelled by her, and her manner of dressing. Here was a woman obviously at leisure.

Aristides had no idea what to make of the pink substance in her mouth, but he recognized a flotation device when he saw one. He leaped for it, plunging into the deep waters of the Pacific. He paddled for what seemed like forever, astonished at how slowly he moved. After several moments, he grabbed the ring, and pulled himself up. He gave a sigh of relief, and an involuntary tide of gratitude flooded into him. No matter where you went, it seemed, you could sometimes rely on the kindness of strangers. He reminded himself firmly not to let his gratitude cloud his judgment. "Thank you!" He said, speaking English back at her. His Koine Greek accent was pretty strong, no doubt, but he could make himself understood at least.

So many questions flooded his mind as the ring was pulled up to the deck. His fingers hooked along the rail like talons, and he hoisted himself over, eager to stand on a stable surface. He truly didn't know what to make of this woman. She appeared to be young, or at least slightly younger than him. Her scant clothing, while practical in a warm climate, would be considered frivolous and distracting in Alexandria. His own clothing covered everything from the neck down but his arms. It was normally loose and breezy, allowing relief from heat despite covering most of the body, but right now it clung to him uncomfortably. He must seem even stranger to her. At least he knew she was from another world, whereas she would be trying to identify him in terms of her own world.

What must she think? That he was testing some sort of new type of aircraft? He noted the incendiary firearm on his hip, the device he had used to signal for help. It was definitely something that may make her uneasy. He wished he'd had the presence of mind to conceal it. He experienced a sudden twinge of doubt that he would be able to use it on her if he had to, especially after she saved his life. Even so, he wasn't willing to disarm himself in an alien world. "A distress signal. Nothing more." He told her, patting the weapon at his belt. To her eyes, that might be believable. It fired pellets that exploded into small, brilliant pockets of intense heat. Only if she experienced the blast at close range would she feel just how great that heat was.

He still didn't have a decent story to tell her, not without knowing more about this world. He tried his best to divert the questions away from himself, or at least delay them. "I am very fortunate you were there. It is far from your mainland to be sailing for pleasure, no?" He asked, hoping he was stringing a coherent English sentence together. It sounded awkward, but his memory told him it was more or less correct. He smiled at her weakly, but his cool dark eyes were scanning the boat, noting the technology and materials involved. His spectroscopy machines had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, but the hull, deck and cabin were obviously coated with a synthetic polymer. The entire craft seemed to be powered by a straightforward hydrocarbon combustion engine.

He struggled with his story mentally. He could say he was just sailing a boat himself, when some object exiting orbit fell and clipped the front of his vessel, sinking it. If she had been watching closely though, she would know that was a lie. It would be obvious to her that his sinking vessel was precisely what had fallen from the sky. Everything depended on how much she knew. "Blasted satellite." He remarked, inviting her request for clarification, and hoping to draw information from her line of questioning. If she asked him what he was doing on a satellite, then clearly there was no point in claiming he hadn't been on it, and that it had merely sunk his boat.

 

[EvelynWillows]

The stranger had a heavenly accent. That was perhaps Eleanor's weakness; a sexy accent and the mystery that surrounded it. It didn't help that his clothes clung to his body and revealed every curve of muscle and flat plane on his body. She wondered what the lower part of him looked like, and was glad that there weren't any male mermaids in the story tales.

She slipped on soft leather gloves to protect her hands and began hauling him towards the ship. Thankfully the sails were down and the breeze had softened; she didn't want to get too far off course while saving the man. As he pulled himself up on the deck she couldn't help but notice how effortless his movements were. He was definitely an athlete. He was strong despite the crash, and very lithe in his movements. Eleanor wondered if he was some kind of military pilot on some secret mission. Shades of 007 grazed her mind.

She looked over his wet body and took in his clinging clothing. Yeah, the bottom half was as alluring as the top. He patted his gun and explained that it was a flare gun. She arched a well-groomed eyebrow and smiled at him. "The satellite threw off your navigation system, huh? Happens a lot with experimental aircraft. You a pilot? It's okay, I can keep a secret if you are, I know that all this Cold War stuff has everyone up in arms, but underneath it all we're just people, you know?"

She removed the glasses from her eyes and plopped them on top of her head so that she could get a better look at her new passenger. Her hazel eyes looked at him with approval and some amusement. "You don't know a lot about crashing on the water do you? You'll freeze to death if we don't get you dried off." She drew a hand through her chestnut colored hair. "We need to get that wet stuff off of you."

"I'm sorry about your airplane," Eleanor said waving towards the now-empty patch of ocean where he had been floating minutes earlier. "Hope it wasn't a prototype. Dad always gets furious when one of the engineers destroys a prototype." She put a finger beside her lips and her eyes grew wide. "Oh! I know! You get undressed, I'll be right back. Don't worry, no one will see you out here." She dashed to the hold and down the stairs to fetch a towel and a set of jogging sweats and a tee shirt her dad had left on board when they too the 'Comanche' on a test run.

 

[Reality Escapee]

Aristides took note of every word out of her mouth. It wasn't much, but he would have to wring as much information as possible out of it. The cold war- some conflict- has everyone up in arms. He thought to himself. Yet she sees herself as being outside of or above the conflict to some degree. It was nothing unusual, even in his world. Rulers, intellectuals, and soldiers had their causes, but often the common people on both sides of a conflict were identical in their apathy, caring little about the latest conflict, and wanting only to live their lives in peace. The common people tended to keep quiet about these feelings, however. One had to appear loyal to the state.

"Some people I know would call that disloyal. It's a noble sentiment though, I'll agree." He replied thoughtfully. Though he made small talk with her, his situation was starting to sink in. The vessel had been lost. His way back was gone. It may be months before another transport could be arranged, and even then, it would be no easy task for it to successfully land, locate him, and make the jump back. With a start, he realized he still had a small communication device hooked to the back of his ear.

The young agent couldn't miss the looks she was shooting him. They stirred something long suppressed within him, and made him want to puff out his chest like some lekking bird seeking a mate. His skill in pankration, or Greek wrestling, was partially evident from his build. One good thing his people had kept from their ancestral culture was their love of athletics. If he was exotic to her, then she was equally so to him, with her pale nordic skin and outlandish clothing. He was strangely drawn to her forward, fun-loving personality, so different from the accepted norm back home. He had a feeling she would distract him from his mission for his entire stay here. Which could be quite awhile. He smiled slightly as she stroked her hair. "My name is Aristides, by the way." He told her without thinking.

When she gave him new clothing, he thanked her and asked to find somewhere to change. He wasn't sure he desired privacy all that much, but he had to contact his people. When he found the door to the forward berth, he quickly selected that spot as his place to change. Thanking her again for the clothes, he went inside and touched the communicator. "Come in. This is Aristides." He told them, and updated them on his situation. Their orders were simple: Obtain info from her. It was what he'd been sent her to do, after all. In the mean time, they would start preparing a re-calibrated world-jumper to come for him. He stored his communicator, and the gun in the storage cabinets, and left. He brought his old wet clothing out with him, seeking somewhere to dry it in the open air.

Aristides knew his first priority was finding out about this "cold war" and the military powers involved. He also knew though, that he would have to be patient, and focus more on building a rapport with the woman. He found her on the deck and greeted her. He stretched his arms out, presenting his new outfit. He felt a little bit silly in it, and wanted to see if she found it comical as well. Truth be told, they were more comfortable and casual than what he was used to.

 

[EvelynWillows]

It was rather cute the way he asked for a private place to change. Definitely not a free-lover, she thought to herself. He introduced himself and she stuck out her right hand in greeting. "Eleanor. Eleanor Lowrance. And you're aboard the Comanche on her first around the world voyage." She smiled at his back as he left to change in the berth. She stretched her arms over her head and then turned with a slight bounce to jot down the location where she picked him up before raising the sails. She supposed it was worth it to have someone to talk to between islands, even if it meant she might have to restart her voyage to qualify this as a true 'solo' trip.

She saw Aristides return a few moments later just as her sails were catching air and she jigged the sailboat around to follow her previous course. "Nice," she grinned, "you certainly look better in that than my daddy did. But I bet you look pretty good in anything you wear, don't you?"

Eleanor leaned against the rail and hooked a heel on the lowest rung. It made her back arch slightly, thrusting her breasts forward and showcasing the flat smoothness of her stomach above her pelvic bones. Her shorts were cut low across the front, showing the tops of her pelvis above the white fabric. The damp air and slight breeze made her nipples harden underneath the fabric of her bikini and they seemed to demand the attention of anyone within sight of them.

She dug into her pocket and took out a small item wrapped in red, white and blue wax paper. "Want some Bazooka?" To emphasize the point she blew another bubble with her pink wad of gum. "Lunch isn't another half hour yet; it'll keep you alert until then."

"Oh wait - that's kind of rude, huh? You're probably starving. Are you?" She tilted her head in that way of hers as she looked at him. "Oh God, am I talking too quickly? I bet English's not your primary tongue. You're probably way far away from home." She took a deep breath, bringing her left hand up to her chest as if to calm herself. "Let's start over," she said, speaking slowly. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to use my radio and call your people?"

 

[Reality Escapee]

An around the world voyage. Aristides thought to himself. It sounded like a quaint relic from the early days of exploration, but he could see how such a voyage would be fulfilling. Why was he here, after all, if not to satisfy his own urge to explore? He was trying to contribute to his society, he supposed, but wasn't that the pretext that all people used to pursue their own interests? It seemed that Eleanor pursued her interests with a vengeance, and needed no pretext for doing so. "It's great what you're doing. I could never just keep my feet on the ground either." He remarked. He took a piece of the "bazooka" and tried it. His eyes widened immediately. He saw now why she chewed it without swallowing it. The substance was impossibly sweet, and clearly made without nourishment in mind. It existed only for the pleasure of its flavor. Aristides found it wonderfully decadent.

Privately, he wondered if it would really take him months to get rescued. Obviously, they were in no hurry to rescue a single agent. If they decided to attempt an invasion on the other hand... they might be here a little sooner. Aristides didn't want to think about that. Instead he leaned over the railing beside her and gazed out at the great Pacific, thinking of the vast oceans of time and space that stood between him and his home.

He couldn't help but flash a crooked grin at her when she complimented him. He tried to remind himself that she was only an unwitting information source, but that seemed so very wrong. Unworthy of him, even. "I already sent out a signal. No rescue will be coming, not any time soon. I'm afraid they've dumped me on, you at least until we reach some land." He explained. His expression was apologetic, but he didn't seem too broken up about it. Seeing the shape of her body as she leaned over the rail made him grateful for the loose, breezy shorts he wore. He remembered for a moment that they were her father's, and not to think about what was in them. Their clothing billowed like kites as the wind whipped over the ocean, as though egging Aristides on.

Aristides had been with women before, but rarely with much passion or romance. For the most part, his experiences had been derived from eugenics programs, which were a government enforced method of selective breeding for desirable traits in humans. Enjoying sex purely for pleasure was considered base and non-productive, although it certainly happened. Things had been different at one time, obviously. Hellenistic sexuality had become gradually less free as the philosopher kings gained power, forcing a cultural shift that praised the intellect and denigrated the body. The law forced many sexual activities underground, and created a prostitution problem. Aristides himself had been tempted by such things, in his youth.

He was struck by the feeling that, for the first time in his life, there was no one watching. Nobody for miles and miles, and no one from his world on the entire planet. If he came up behind her now, he could imagine how she would fit neatly into the center of his barrel chest, and how he might take her right here in the open ocean wind, and nobody would know. If they met later, she wouldn't look at him in shame, and pretend not to know him. She would probably flash him a big grin. "Women aren't like you where I come from." He muttered. That was not right. You're supposed to be leading the conversation toward the Cold War. He thought to himself.

 

[EvelynWillows]

Eleanor shrugged gently, her shoulders making the bikini top move over her breasts alluringly. "Well I suppose if you've got to be dumped somewhere, I'm a pretty good place to be." She smiled widely at him. She bumped him with her hip and turned around so that she was gazing out at the sea as well. "Isn't she beautiful?" the sailor asked. "The seas stretching out forever, the skies above us and the whole world before us? It's a miracle, you know. This planet is a wondrous place; full of possibilities and hope." She looked over at her dark-skinned, mysterious-eyed stranger.

"Where are you from Aristides? You're not like anyone I've ever met before." Eleanor studied the chiseled look of his face and the way his hair moved in the breeze. Impulsively she reached up and ran her fingertips through the ends of his longish hair. "What exactly are women like where you're from? I hope you aren't disappointed that I'm not covered from head to toe in a black sheet and casting my eyes at the ground."

She turned away from him and listened for a moment, thinking of her poor 'sisters' in other countries. Some struggled to get clean water for their children every day. Others lived in fear and persecution, murdered by their own husbands and fathers for perceived honor violations. Eleanor shuddered. She listened to her passenger tell her as much as he cared to. Once he seemed to be done she nodded, looking at him quizzically.

"Are you hungry? What do you think about some sandwiches, a beer, and some Rolling Stones?"

 

[Reality Escapee]

Aristides listened to Eleanor's musings, letting her infuse him with her optimism. For her sake, he hoped that his mission and his people never interfered with her adventures. She should be free to explore forever, if she so desired.

He raised an eyebrow at the description of women being covered from head to toe. That seemed excessive even to him, but she wasn't completely wide of the mark. The asceticism of his culture could reach excessive levels. He struggled to answer her question. "Well, it's hard to explain." He let slip, then cursed his carelessness. He had already given her a Greek name, so for the sake of consistency, he said "Greece". It was a lie. He was from Alexandria, but would be difficult to explain how he could be from Egypt but had a Greek name. "I like that you look at me." He said honestly. He would tell her how women were where he came from, but didn't know where to begin. "Not just women. My people in general disregard private or personal enjoyment as frivolous."

He knew how mysterious he was being. Perhaps for the time being, she would be enticed by the mystery, but sooner or later she would want to crack him like a safe. Aristides feared she might do it too. He hadn't even been here an hour, and already she had a certain influence over him. He said yes to her offers of food, although in truth, he had no idea what "Rolling Stones" were. He took a bite of the sandwhich, and wolfed it down hungrily. When he realized he was eating meat, he paused a bit, feeling ill. He had just committed one of the gravest of transgressions, according to the Neo-Pythagorean code. He glanced at Eleanor, wondering if she noticed his shock. He tried one of the beers, and was unsure what to think of the sour, yeasty flavor. By his second and third, however, he decided that he was a fan. A pleasant buzz gave him a renewed appetite, and he devoured the rest of the sandwich without a second thought.

The blast of the audio system sent a sudden ripple of goosebumps over his skin as "Satisfaction" began playing. The lyrics were simple and repetitive, and yet the power of the music seemed to make them meaningful. In his pleasure-filled daze, Aristides soon became convinced that the lyrics embodied his deepest frustrations. He found himself singing "I can't get no sa-tis-fac-tion!" right along with her, dancing to the beat. It occurred to him three times that he was probably due for another report to his superiors soon, but he always seemed to forget before he did anything about it. The freedom and lack of authority figures around him was as intoxicating as the beer.

 

[EvelynWillows]

“Well, I suppose it’s as difficult to go from Greek to English as the other way around. Maybe more.” Eleanor considered his reluctance to talk about women in his homeland and shrugged. Maybe she was overstepping what was commonly accepted from women in his land. After all, people were different all over the world. She was glad to see him eating heartily. A dollop of mustard from her turkey sandwich fell on her hand and she licked it off, looking up in time to see him taking another bite of his sandwich. It wasn’t fair the way his jaw muscles moved when he chewed, she thought to herself. Her pink tongue curled into the bend of her hand as she removed the last traces of the spicy condiment from her hand and she took a long draw off her beer. Somehow in the eating and the drinking she had managed to keep her gum in her mouth.

She started to dance to the music once the cassette player began to blast the tunes across the deck. She was slightly relieved when he danced with her, and she laughed happily as he learned the finer points of hip-bumping to the beat. “Okay, now the other side!” she called out, her hands clasped in loose fists over her head. The position served to augment her round, soft breasts as they swayed in her bikini top. She nodded and sang along with him, punctuating the syllables of sat-is-fac-tion with shoulder sways and drinks of beer. She chucked her empty beer bottle into the ocean and spit her gum in after it. After a brief, very brief, pause to consider her options she pulled off her bikini top. This item she threw towards the hold.

Eleanor raised her hands over her head and cheered as she spun around. “Whoo hoo! Dance with me Aristides!” She reached out to take his hands if he’d let her, and spin around with him on the deck. The song “Not Fade Away” came on and she began to bounce to the rhythm, not caring that her bare creamy chest was bouncing along with the music.

The wind was steady and calm, and their course had been set for the day. There was still over eight hours of daylight left. For a day that started out a little bit lonely it was starting to shape up to be a great spring day.

 

[Reality Escapee]

Aristides did his best to match her when she danced, and shuffled his feet so that he slid back and forth along the deck. He laughed as she licked her hand provocatively, and slid closer to her. Was she telling hims something about her prowess with that tongue? He could imagine his own tongue at work on her too, in so many different ways. He watched her sway for him, knowing that it was partially for his benefit. He was overwhelmed by his exact knowledge of her body shape, from her exposed legs, to the skin just above the hips and pelvis, up along her smooth belly. Then of course there were her teasing breasts, covered, but in a way that only drew attention to them. Then they were visible to him too, bouncing along to the music while Eleanor cheered, totally at ease with her own body.

He finished the dancing with her to the song, but his demeanor had changed. The big silly grin he had been wearing was gone, with only a faint remnant in the corner of his mouth. His dark, hawkish eyes followed her movements intently. Impulsively, he grabbed his shirt and cast it off as well, revealing his sun-loving olive skin. His torso was toned and formed almost perfectly into the shape of a downward-pointing triangle. His chest swelled enormously as his breathing grew harder and harder in her presence, and his visible hip bones formed a "V" that was partially obscured within his shorts.

After another beer, and another song that Aristides didn't really need to understand, he was beyond reason. He grabbed her by her hips and crushed her lips to his in a kiss. He ground against her slightly, letting her feel his excitement and length along her thigh. The mere pressure of her body against it made him exhale sharply when their lips parted. Absently, he wondered how long she had been alone at sea, and how long it had been since she was pleased by a man.

In the back of his mind, he realized he had only met her today. However, in that brief time she had shown him a lot about what sort of woman she was, and despite himself, he liked it. Could he say the same though? He had hardly let her really know him. She knew him little, and even less than she thought she did. That didn't matter now though. This, at least, was honest and real. All the elation he'd felt in the past couple of hours was real.

His hands went to her shorts eagerly, clutching at the fabric as though asking permission to do away with it.

 

[EvelynWillows]

"Oh!" Eleanor squealed when Aristides grabbed her hips and brought her forward for a deep, crushing kiss. She wrapped a hand through his hair and held his head close as she kissed him back just as desperately, her tongue teasing his lips before plunging into his mouth. She could feel his hardened manhood long and thick against her thigh. In response, she raised her right leg to hook around his body, opening the heat of her body to his. "Mmm...it's about time," she murmured happily. Her breasts pressed soft against his chest. Hard nipples stroked his skin as she moved against his body.

Eleanor's hands found the waistband of his sweats and snaked inside, brushing across his incredibly hard shaft. She felt a warm slipperiness ooze into her labia folds as her body instantly grew more aroused by Aristide's reaction to her.

Her small hand looped around the thickness of his cock. She nodded at him as he tugged at her shorts. If he didn't hurry up and get her undressed she'd have to do it herself.

"Wait... you're not - you're not married are you?" She asked hesitantly. Eleanor had no problem with the thought of sharing partners or engaging with multiple lovers, but she didn't want to fuck another woman's man without permission. Although she felt like any wife of Aristides would probably be glad to share him since she saved his life, she still felt a small tinge of guilt over the thought of taking something without consent. "I just... I don't want to make you break any marriage vows you might have made."

Her eyes pleaded with him to not be married. Even as she waited for his answer her hand stimulated his shaft from hilt to tip, long strokes designed to move the skin across his shaft and simulate her body wrapped around his.

 

[Reality Escapee]

Aristides looked at her with dazed eyes as she stroked him, and made a sound of release from deep him his throat. He had been nervous when she hesitated, but he had an easy answer for her question as to whether or not he had a wife. "No... I wouldn't do that." He whispered truthfully. He crouched to undo her shorts, revealing the last of her body to him. Both of them were now completely exposed to the breeze, and Aristides reached out to grab her wind-whipped hair. He pressed their bodies together, seeming almost to glue them. The thin layer of hair on his broad chest brushed against her breasts.

Aristides kissed her again, and then sought her tongue. The tip of his tongue touched hers, and he ran his over hers softly. He exhaled hard again when their lips parted, wondering why the act should be so pleasurable. In his passion, he considered laying her down on the deck, on her back, but paused. With a crooked grin, he took her hand and led her eagerly to the cockpit seat, where he gestured for her to lie down. He poised to enter her, and kissed his way up the side of her neck as he slid in slowly, feeding into her inch by inch. He smiled knowingly at her as he felt the dampness within her.

His first impulse was to pound away hard and fast, and release the tension he'd kept pent up for so long, but instead he savored his time, stroking her breasts and rubbing circles over her nipples with his thumb. He knew what portions of the human body were erogenous and sensitive, but actually touching them to stimulate another human being was a new and forbidden pleasure. He experimented with her wonderfully responsive body, altering his angles of thrusting methodically in search of the greatest possible response from her. When he found it, he let loose and began ramming into her quickly and loudly, squeezing her thighs so that he could pull himself toward her with his arms each time he moved in. He watched in fascination, finding that the sight and sound of her pleasure speed him on his way to climax.

Not yet though. He wanted to savor every moment of her, and every inch of her. His hands ran over her body smoothly, and he inhaled, taking in her scent; mostly the artificial aroma's she used, and just barely a hint of a natural aroma.

 

[EvelynWillows]

Eleanor kept her body immaculate; her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat strip that allowed her to wear the scantiest of bikinis without fear, and she kept the underside of her body completely free of hair. It was more fun to play in a clean playground, she always thought. She felt the warm sun's rays on her skin and the salt breeze teasing her most intimate areas. It felt good to be out like that. The sunlight accentuated her curves and made her pale skin almost glow.

His kiss made her body grow more slick and swollen. She moaned into his mouth and slid her hands over his body, lightly drawing her nails over him as she enjoyed the feel of his taut muscles against he soft flesh. When he led her to the cockpick seat she let her hips sway as she walked. She glanced up over her shoulder at him and smiled invitingly. There were really no words needed to communicate what they both wanted from each other. She laid down and ran her hands up her torso, over her stomach and breasts, and finally stretched her arms over her head as he leaned over her and positioned himself between her slim thighs.

"Oh my God, you feel so good." She moaned as he moved over her. The walls of her vagina squeezed his cock rhythmically as he slowly eased into her body. She clenched her perineum muscles expertly and groaned softly. Her hands went to his shoulders to caress his skin, and when he began to thrust in her she moved her hands down to his ass to pull him in tighter. Her legs curled around his upper thighs, pulling him deeper with each slow deep thrust.

"Ah... Aristides! This is perfect; you're perfect." She kissed his neck, drawing her tongue up to his ear and then sucking on his lobes before bringing her mouth back down to his shoulder. "Yes, oh yes... fuck me Aristides. I need you." She arched her back as she pulled him in harder, her pleasure mounting. The sun and wind streaked into the cabin and made the experience so much more erotic than if they had been inside a building. Her gasps and mews of pleasure began to increase as she neared her orgasm. Eleanor began to whisper his name "Ari, oh yes Ari..." and her pants came faster until she cried out in released and curled herself against him, biting down on his shoulder lightly as the orgasm completely overwhelmed her senses and she completely opened herself up to him.

 

[Reality Escapee]

Aristides groaned at the sensation of her wet inner walls squeezing him expertly, as though begging him to erupt within her. "I wanted you from the start." He whispered to her, his voice sweltering with passion. His hands on her thighs curled around to grab her shapely rear as he drove into her. His flat belly and muscled chest undulated over her body as he ground his hips between her thighs. His kisses trailed over her neck and breasts, even licking at her nipples. He felt the scratch of her nails on his dark skin, but it was a weak, far away sensation, as though dulled by the rush of endorphins in his blood stream. In a way, it added to his wild excitement.

A tide of emotions were stirred up within him as they pleased one another, although Aristides was too sex-addled to make sense of them. Until now, their flirtation had seemed like a fun game, but now that it was actually occurring, he wondered. As she whispered a short, pet version of his name, he wondered if this act wasn't much more complicated than the playfulness preceding it had suggested. Then again, maybe he was just flattering himself, and Eleanor was just having a really good time impaled on his throbbing member.

He could feel her curling around him greedily, her legs wrapping around him. He could no longer pull very far out, but when he slammed in, her body aided him in penetrating deeper. "Oh yes! Cum on my cock." He told her, driving in hard and fast so as to make his suggestion difficult to refuse. He was so deep now that she could probably feel is heartbeat pulsing down the veins of his hard cock. His dark eyes widened in amazement as she clenched, reaching the peak of her pleasure. "Beautiful. Seeing you like this." He added breathlessly. They way her body squeezed him made his own sensitive shaft approach climax as well, and soon he was closing his eyes. He bowed his, head, his forehead almost resting against hers. "Oh God, It's coming." he told her. He was tempted to finish deep within her, unsure of what to do. In his extreme arousal, he had never even begun to plan ahead, only thinking of the present.

His natural caution made him begin to pull out. He couldn't know what the implications of finishing inside of her might be, but he figured it could make his life very complicated. Nor would he want to rob Eleanor of her freedom with such a mistake, he realized. All of these thoughts ran through his head half formed, muffled by his desire to thrust into her until he'd spent everything he had inside of her beautiful body. He didn't want to leave it.

 

[EvelynWillows]

"Oh God don't stop! Cum inside of me, I need it! I'm safe! I'm safe... I'm on the pill; I won't get pregnant. Please, I need to feel you cumming inside of me - oh! Ohhh God!" She twitched again as the second wave hit her and her toes curled against his leg. Her fingernails dug deep into his back from the sheer surprise of how all-consuming this orgasm was. Once it rushed over her she clung to him desperately, her voice in soft gasps whispering "That was incredible... oh, incredible..." tears of sweet release seeped out of the corners of her eyes and she rested her face against his chest.

Slowly her body relaxed. Her long legs stretched out along his and her arms began to caress him softly instead of clinging for dear life. She took in a deep, shuddering breath and looked up at him. "I needed this," she murmured through smiling lips. "Thank you."

Eleanor stretched luxuriously underneath his body. Her hands folded over her head and she tucked them in underneath her head as a makeshift pillow. "Are all the men from your country as incredible as you are? Because if they are I think I need to visit Greece." She grinned cockily. "Unless you stick around for a while. I think I'll need another dose of 'Aristides' again soon."

She drew one leg up to stroke his leg with her foot as she licked her lips. "I bet you taste good too." Her eyes danced and she ground her hips against his. "You're the best thing I've ever pulled out of the oceans."

 

[Reality Escapee]

Aristides wasted no time in releasing himself within her. He would have complied even without an explanation, simply because she asked for it. His breathing came erratically, even as he turned over on his back to look up at the open blue sky. When Eleanor rested her head on his chest, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. He noted the tears in her eyes. The way she clung to him and spoke to him surprised him. It confirmed his suspicions; sex could be like a fun game, and yet it wasn't. Not for the first time, he wondered about the emotional intensity that seemed to accompany the act, and feared that he too was now wrapped up in it. His loyalties were already muddled.

Thinking back on his loyalties, Aristides realized he had never made a report to his superiors. He shrugged it off, but couldn't shake a sense of foreboding. If he was deemed unreliable, they would just send someone else who would tell them exactly what they wanted to know... and he had a feeling he knew exactly what they would say; They're primitive and vulnerable. Conquest is quite feasible. He hoped he was wrong.

As always, Eleanor turned his mind to more pleasant matters. "Oh yes." He joked. "Every one of us. So you'll understand me when I say please, don't go there." In truth, most of the men in Alexandria copulated either passionlessly for reproduction, or frantically to sate their repressed desires in secret. Somehow, with nothing more than dancing and a bit of flirtation, Eleanor had shown Aristides an entirely different culture of sexuality. A culture that he grasped with surprising ease, as though through instinct.

He took his time lying beside Eleanor, suspecting that she would misunderstand his urge to leave and go back to the forward berth, where his communicator was. His hands wandered once again, showing their appreciation of the creamy skin beneath them. He buried his curved nose in her neck and kissed her. Then, with painful reluctance, he stood up and told her he had to check on his old clothes, to see if they'd dried. He made his way down to the forward berth, and closed the door securely behind him.

He picked up the small, spherical communicator, and spoke into it in Koine Greek. "Hello?" He asked. "Aristides? Why have you not reported?" The communicator asked. To his surprise, it spoke English. "You've learned the language?" He asked, switching tongues skillfully. "We've managed to learn quite a bit without you." The device said coldly. That gave him goosebumps. Had they been listening in on him somehow?

"What has taken you so long? Have you gotten distracted?" The communicator asked. It was an obvious question. His superiors knew he was stranded on a boat with a woman. "No." Aristides lied. "I've been building a rapport with the woman. As instructed. That is all." It was amazing how much easier it was to lie to them than to Eleanor. He had a sick feeling in his stomach. By showing that they knew English, they were telling him that he may no longer be necessary. How much did they know about this world now? Worse still, what would they do with that knowledge?

 

[EvelynWillows]

She wanted nothing more than to stretch out and sleep; the energetic sex had completely relaxed her. But there were responsibilities when you were sailing around the world, and though she didn't really have anyone she had to report to there were notes to be made and readings that had to be taken. Eleanor found her short and the white bikini she had been wearing. As she walked around the room looking for her clothing Aristide's creamy cum began to leak down her thighs so she paused to use a washcloth to clean herself off. She thought how nice it was to have a man fuck her who seemed to have no self-consciousness about the romp. They just enjoyed themselves and then they were done - no complications.

But oh, she thought, he was someone I wouldn't mind getting complicated with. She wondered why he didn't parachute out of his airplane. Wasn't that what pilots did when they knew they were going to crash?

She finished dressing and went top deck to check their course and note it in the captain's journal. The sun was setting in the west; the rays to her forward left as she looked across the prow at the ocean. It never ceased to amaze her how beautiful the world was. That was why when she traveled with her family and saw so much famine, disease, and pain inflicted on one person by another she couldn't fathom how one human being could be so cruel to another.

To the south of their course sat the Cook Islands, a New Zealand outpost. She was headed to the Samoas though; Pago Pago and a little place called Savaii Apia. There she would resupply, drop off a small shipment for a missionary family, and then head off across the international date line towards Fiji. She wasn't sure if she would simply head out to the Philippines or further north to Japan. Perhaps Aristides had a preference. The Asias were exotic and promised to be a fun place to visit now that she had a friend to travel with.

Eleanor saw the sun hit the horizon and grow red and wide. The winds were beginning to die down as the air cooled. With a soft smile still lingering on her lips from Aristides' ministrations she began to roll up the sails and set the anchor for the night.

 

[Reality Escapee]

Aristides sat with his head in his hands, thinking on his situation carefully. He would begin to convince himself to tell Eleanor everything, but then he would convince himself that he was wrong for losing his resolve as an agent. After all, he'd known that conquest was a possibility when he came here, so why did it bother him only now? He had done so many things that were against his creed and upbringing. He had drugged himself with alcohol, consumed animal flesh, and given into his attraction for a woman from another world. How could he have done all these things in just one short day? Why didn't he feel all that bad about it?

"Aristides, answer." His communicator rang. "We have arrived at a decision. We will begin establishing a subtle presence on the other world, in order to prepare for an eventual conflict. We now have a second vessel operating on the planet surface. Landing has been successful. In light of your recent behavior, your mission has been canceled. A vessel will reach you tomorrow to take you into custody. Please return to face our judgment." The device commanded him. Evidently, the communicator gave them much better ears than they had led him to believe. They had heard everything. Very clever of them.

"Yes. I understand." He answered solemnly. Inside, he was not nearly as defeated as he sounded. What made them think they could judge him? They understood nothing. He tried not to let his enraged thoughts claw their way out of his mouth, knowing that they were listening. He reached under the storage cabinet, and recovered his firearm, as well as the bandoleer full of ammunition that had been concealed beneath his original clothing.

He went back on deck dressed in the clothes from his world. They had shrunk slightly, making them less loose and flowing, but they still seemed to fit him. His white, short-sleeved shirt was buttoned down with large bronze-colored buttons decorated with Greek designs, and his pants were plain and black. He headed over to Eleanor, prepared to tell her what was coming.

When he saw her staring off into the sunset, he hesitated. Couldn't it wait until tomorrow? Feeling desperate and weak, he offered to go to bed with her. He knew what they would face tomorrow; a dome shaped craft with four arms or branches, each tangled with loops of fuzzy, bristling wire. Much like the one he had crashed in. He smiled at her, and tried to act untroubled, if only for tonight. Tomorrow, she would find out.

 

[EvelynWillows]

"Hey," Eleanor smiled at Aristides when he returned to the deck. "You look good in that. Much better than my father's things." She put an arm out and took him by the hand. "I was considering where we should go next. Do you want to look at the map with me before we go to sleep? It will be a long time before we're close to Greece, but I figured you might want to have a look around at the world while you're on unofficial leave of duty." She was thinking of him still as a Grecian pilot far off course and had no idea of his true homeland. It was in her nature, though, to believe people on their word until they gave her a reason not to.

"If you're tired it can wait until morning." She turned on her night beacon so that any other vessels out on the ocean at night would see them and not crash. Once she was done with the preliminary safety checks she made a note in the captain's journal detailing distance covered, direction of travel, and that she had taken on a passenger. She hesitated and then didn't put down Aristide's name or her suspicions about him being a test pilot. That could follow later, but her journal was an official document. She wanted to keep it as vague as possible.

Once she was done she followed him into the hold where her sleeping quarters were. Next to the bed a rifle was affixed to the wall. It was a simple bolt action .223 Remington with a decent scope on it. Mostly it was there in case she ran into sea pirates, but mostly she liked the way it looked on the wall. It was like a functional sculpture to her.

"It'll be nice to sleep with someone," she said shyly. "I always rest better when I'm not alone in bed. Usually it's my dog, Rex, but he's too chicken of the water to have come with me." She laughed. "Do you have any pets, Aristides?"

 

[Reality Escapee]

Aristides glanced at her map, noting the route she had planned out through the Polynesian waters. In his own world, this region lay just outside of the Empire's influence, the nearest colonies being those on the coast of Australia. Eleanor could have no idea how exotic these regions were to him, not only far away geographically, but on another world entirely. "The Phillipines. Less out of the way, and I really would like to go through the waters of southeast Asia." He told her, trying not to sound regretful. As aspirations went, her goal to sail around the world was pretty amazing. He could almost see himself spending the next few months navigating the world's oceans on her yacht, having fun, seeing sights, and enjoying utter privacy to do whatever they liked to each other.

He struggled with himself as they made for her bed. The selfish part of him wanted this one more dishonest night, if only because he wasn't likely to have much else after tomorrow. Yet as she asked him yet another question about his life, the strength to be honest struck him suddenly. "I'm not a Greek pilot, Eleanor." He told her simply. The moment he said those words, he felt a very real fear, but he had no choice to continue.

"You must have seen the blazing trail in the sky. Only something reentering the atmosphere does that. You saw the vehicle too, did it look like one of your aircraft? Didn't your mind struggle to make sense of it at first?" He asked her, trying to make her see the truth of his words.

"My people... Well, it's hard to explain. They're human, but not from this world. They are a conquering race, part of a great empire. They'll be here tomorrow for me. You don't believe me yet, but you will then." He informed her. His regret was immediate, but could he really have enjoyed that final night anyway? He thought not. His voice was changing, his throat clenching as though rejecting the words he spoke. "I'm sorry." He said hoarsely.

He knew what he had to do. They probably expected him to come with them docilely, but they could not imagine the profound effect Eleanor had over him. He had his gun, which was powerful enough to sear a good sized hole through one of their vessels. A dozen such holes would bring it down. If they threatened this world or her, he would shoot it down without hesitation. He couldn't tell her that, because his superiors were no doubt listening. If he got rid of the communication device, they might suspect his plans.

 

[EvelynWillows]

She paused next to the bed as Aristides told her about his origins. Eleanor frowned slightly and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she pondered what he told her. "I, well...I thought you might be a Russian, actually. Maybe coming back from some secret trip to the Moon. After all we're in that race to see who can get a human up there first, and you, I mean they, already sent a dog into space." Eleanor blinked a few times and tried to decide if she believed him or not about being from another world.

"If you're really from another world wouldn't you have some kind of super technology? Don't you have some kind of ray gun or levitator?"

Then she shook her head and chuckled. "You don't have to make up stories for me, Aristides. If your crew's coming to pick you up and you don't want me to try to see you again I understand." Her voice caught. "I just... even if you're a Russian or some kind of spy, I really like being around you. I'd rather have you tell me nothing than lie, though." She moved forward and laid a hand on his broad chest. "Aris, I understand having to be secretive. But what we just did, the sex we shared...that was real, right? Even if you have to leave tomorrow, the way you look at me when we touch - that's real."

 

[Reality Escapee]

Aristides smiled weakly when she mentioned a ray gun. He could take her to the room, and who her his firearm. Perhaps the exploding capsules would convince her, although she had believed it was nothing but a flare gun previously. A part of him feared she still wouldn't believe him, and he would only look like a bigger liar than before. He shook his head and sighed. "Well, like I said, it's hard to explain. My people are coming back for me tomorrow though."

Her continued affection surprised him. It was amazing that she could trust him so much and know him so little. That trust would be easy for a man to take advantage of, but to him it was a blessing. "This is real." He assured her, sounding tired. "I'm not acting out some role in a play, this is me. Is that enough?" He asked her, pulling close to her just as they approached the sleeping quarters. His eyes met hers briefly, searching for a response. Then he kissed her, and with her warm proximity to spur his passions on, the kiss deepened. His tongue circled hers lightly. It seemed he would have this night with her after all.

He lay down with her in his underwear, resting his right arm over her body as they spooned. Her hair was in his face, and his crotch brushed against her rear awkwardly, forcing his manhood to straighten down the left leg of his underwear. Somehow, it was a very pleasing position. He just laughed when she noticed, and gave her a gentle kiss on the collarbone. "If you're tired, you can go to sleep." He offered, although his playful tone suggested he was making her an alternate offer as well. In truth, if she fell asleep like this, it might be a long night for him.

 

[EvelynWillows]

She was glad that he didn't start to act cold towards her after sex. So many men did. They were warm and affectionate, then after they had enjoyed their fill or 'gotten their rocks off', as her father liked to put it, they seemed to forget who she was. After he kissed her and led her to the bed Eleanor nestled against his body and made a happy humming sound. His arm felt good wrapped around her. She could feel the hard rod of him against her rear and smiled to herself, wriggling slightly to nudge his body with hers.

"If you're tired, you can go to sleep." Aristides' voice was playful.

Eleanor ran a hand behind her body and along his. "Well, if this might be our last night together, I can think of better things to do than sleep." She wriggled herself around until she was facing her guest. Her hands roamed freely on his body and she began to kiss his neck, slowly working down to his chest. She began to pull at his skin with her lips, licking his body and running her cupped hands along his hardening shaft. Her leg began to slide along his in long, sensual strokes.

 

[Reality Escapee]

Just as before, Eleanor's skilled hands got him started. Her licks were also strangely arousing. So that's what she meant by "I bet you taste good". He thought to himself. He was as straight as an arrow now, and similarly shaped. He wasted no time in exposing the smooth skin of her body. He slid her out of her clothes as carefully as he could, although his large hands were not delicate, and his need was urgent. He was still feeling the effects of the wild time they'd had earlier that very day, but knowing that this was possibly his last chance to touch her made him crave her with the desperation of a starving man.

He treated her exposed skin like sacred ground, planting kisses and massaging it with the warmth of his calloused hands. He slid his hand down her thigh and teased her opening softly. His other hand stimulated her breasts, stroking lovingly at first, then rubbing faster with the thumb. The dark solitude of the sleeping quarters was very different from the open air of the sunny pacific. In the dim light, their features could still be barely distinguished; his wavy hair, top-heavy body, and flat, slender waist. Her feminine figure and gleaming white smile were visible to him as well. He entered her, and was soon moaning, whispering things he could barely comprehend. In the throes of sex, his addled mind was tempted to promise her everything and anything under the sun- like staying with her. Yet he knew he could not promise that with certainty.

Instead of promising her his eternal company, he grinned at her, nuzzling his own hooked nose against hers briefly. Even as he did this though, his hands had traveled to her rear, the part of her she had playfully brushed against him during spooning. He gripped it so that he could pull himself into her faster.