I rest a hand on her shoulder, “Hey. You don't have to blame yourself. I miss my family too. Especially, my mom. I can only pray to God in my mind that she holding up alright and not having a mental breakdown,” I said with such sadness. “It was not your fault what happen to her. And we will get her back.”
“Right,” she smiled, “We are here.” I followed her into the command center. It was just like any secret black opps or military facility that had giant computer monitors with satellite footage on the ceiling and walls and two rolls of long special computer desks with desktops stretched across the room horizontally. It look like just a normal computer or internet cafe room with special setup. How the heck did they got all this technology, I said to myself. The command center was very dark. The black light or ultraviolet light was in used.
My eyes scan the entire you. I first spotted you in the center of the room, using one of the desktops. I noticed that there were no one but women in this room. Most of them look like you. I spotted you in the center of the command center watching a projected image on one of the giant monitors. The woman looked like you. I wonder if these are your Lebanese friends from Lebanon.
There were two woman woman that I don't recognize. One was dressed in an ocean blue military uniform with a face mask. The other woman had platinum hair and was dress in a seductive way. She really has good size busts. Perhaps slightly over average.
“Welcome to the command center,” Qia said.
“What do we have here?” The platinum woman said as she swung her hips and approached me seductively.
“Chicky! Ignore her,” you said from across the room.
I started sweat dropping like crazy as her eyes scanned every inch of my body. Who the heck is the woman. I'm never good with woman that I first meet in this type of atmosphere. I was never really good with dealing with romance. I always suffer from nervousness break , specifically with first meetings. I have never met or heard of this woman before.
She had a strong peach perfume, but not to over powering with the sweetness of its aroma, filling my nostrils. I shuddered nervously. I haven't had a female behave like towards me in nearly a decade. The last was my ex-girlfriend back in the 50th state. I had no idea how I should proceed to react. I glanced at you and you seem to be annoyed.
“I am Alexandra Romanov. I am also called “Mirakuru” as in Japanese word miracle.” She had a Russian accent to her voice. “Let me remove those filthy bandages,” her smooth, silky like fingers cupped my chin. Man, this women is so adorable and sexy. My face felt like it was stun when it was exposed to the cold AC air.
“M-ma'am . . . what a-re you—”
I groaned when she spontaneously pursed her lips to mines and inserted her tongue inside my mouth I heard the giggles and snarls you guys were making as my mind went blank. She deepened the kiss and suddenly I felt my strength and energy. I felt weak in the knees. This was even worse feeling than my first kiss and all the intimate moments I had with my ex, combined. It's like I'm a virgin all over again, but three times the embarrassment because everyone is watching lol.
It finally ended. I was relief. I wiped the saliva that was dripping down both side of my chin. My cheeks felt like it was on fire. I must be blushing.
“There. All finish. Your face is brand new.” Felt felt around my face. I felt no pain and scabs and stitches. “Oh my,” she giggled seductively again. “You are more handsome in person than I thought. I have no idea why you are interested in this scrawny, flat-chested air head Labenese. I make a better girlfriend. And most importantly, I am more “womanly” than her. You dating her makes you look like a pedophiler,” She laughs while stuck her tongue out at you as to tease you. Her voice sounds close to Russian.
“As if Romanov,” You rolled your eyes sarcastically, ignoring the insult. “He is not my boyfriend. Not interested in guys that are more than four years my age.”
“Then why did you come out of Crimson's den, wearing nonthing but his shirt.”
“As if that's any of your business,” turned to me. “Chicky, you better wash that mouth of yours again or you'll later suffer from this s.l.u.t.y Russian Queen's cooties.” You laughed.
“Ah hahaha! You care for him too much. Admit it! You are jealous that I stole a kiss from him!” Romanav boosted proudly.
“Nope. All you did was steal his mana and infect him with your Kiss of Death toxins,” you retaliate with your ridicule funny facial expressions.
I shudder in fear as i backed away, wiping my mouth.
“Will you two knock it off,” the woman in the masked warned. “I apologize for my women's behavior. I am commander of this base. I go by the name Tricksie at H&E.”