There were a variety of colorful characters in the vast depths of the cosmos. Some living out larger than life adventures. Others were exploring vast new worlds for the sake of science and progression of the human race. Then there were those who used the lawless lands of space for the sake of conducting experiments on lone human test subjects (along with their robot friends) and how they deal with being forced into watching one seriously bad movie after another. The latest in a line of mad scientist types was a certain young woman named Kinga Forrester.
A woman whose online boyfriend, Neville, was currently returning to his private spaceship after having finished performing for a small club located upon an alien station. Another day, another batch of satisfied customers. The traveling magician mused to himself with a self-confident smile over a job well done. Still dressed in his performance attire which was befitting of a handsome entertainer such as himself, Neville took a moment to set his ship on autopilot, as it left the space port and started off at a careful pace toward his next destination.
Lets see, it should take a couple of days to reach my next job. Plenty of time for me to finish perfecting some of those new tricks I've wanted to perform. He mused while looking over the coordinates, before adding with a smile, "I bet Kinga would love to see them afterward."
There was a short pause on his part after saying this, however. For the mention of his online and very long-distance girlfriend had brought back memories of their last video conference with another. It was a rather enjoyable session, but it was also the first time that she had mentioned the possibility of them finally meeting up in person. It was a suggestion that Neville had managed to play off rather nicely at the time as he hid how uncomfortable it made him feel while simultaneously dismissing the idea in a way that made him look good in the end. At the same time, though, that look of clear disappointment on her face had stuck with him.
Why was he so reluctant about them meeting? Perhaps a fear of full commitment beyond their internet connection? Or maybe a concern of how she might lose interest if she saw him outside of that cool and suave exterior that he always projected when interacting with others outside of the safety of his ship? Whatever the case might be, Neville knew that he'd have to be sure to make it up to her the next time they were close enough for video messaging the other. His spirits perked right back up at that notion, as he went over in his mind just what magic trick would best impress her when the opportunity arose.
In the meantime, however, the tired magician knew that he first needed to catch up on his rest, as a light yawn rolled out of his lips upon entering his bedroom. Despite the expected spacey look of the interior of the ship, his bedroom was actually rather normal looking, with dark red carpeting and white painted walls making up the portions of his room which weren't covered in expensive-looking furniture or framed-up posters from some of his past shows. The canopy bed near the center was fairly large, with silk red drapes that one could easily see through framing the four corners and a wooden bedpost near the head.
The only thing that might be considered messy about his room was the fact that he did have a tendency to leave a few of the props and instruments for his show strewn about after fiddling/practicing with them before a performance, which was the case at this moment in time. Not that Neville was currently in the mood for finishing picking up after himself, as he barely had enough energy to take off his shoes and undo his tie, but was otherwise tired enough to not bother changing into something more appropriate for bed as he turned and let himself drop back first upon the soft mattress. Ahh. This is what I needed He let out with a contented sigh, lying upon the top of the bed, arms spread out as if waiting for sleep to come and take him away. It was something that he wouldn't have to wait long for, as his eyelids grew heavy and he allowed himself to slowly drift off to sleep.<|im_end|>
It had been pure bliss. Neville was everything Kinga could ever want in a boyfriend: he was handsome, he was witty, he was charming...he even performed magic tricks! What else could a girl ask for?
Well.
Kinga found herself completely unfulfilled. The appeal of an online relationship was also its downfall; the both of them could project their best qualities to the other and hold the oh-so-perfect dearest on a pedestal...so long as they weren't physically together. The online couple had been discussing just that in their last video chat: how their relationship was perfect because they weren't stepping on each other's toes or having to smell coffee breath or witness whatever terrible habits or traits their partner might actually have. Despite taking part in a duet about the merits of the distance component of their relationship...Kinga immediately followed it up with:
"You know what? Let's just do it. Let's pull the trigger and just meet in person."
She had never seen someone log off so fast. Neville had been suave about his response, of course:"Kinga, I love you too much to do that."But then he said his goodbyes and was gone.
It was heartbreaking.
But Kinga Forrester was not the type to sit in a puddle of mud and cry about it. Oh no. After a little self-talk through her diary (she dictated to a robotic entity, of course) she realized that Neville was just anxious. Who wouldn't be? It wasn't like he was going to think she was crazy because she suggested they meet in person; wherefore he might think they should break up because the prospect made him totally uncomfortable and he knew she'd never drop it. Right?
Right.
6 months! They were in love!
She wasted no time in putting Max in charge of Jonah and the bots. She gave specific instructions - including a playlist to run in her absence - but in truth she wasn't as concerned as usual with her work. She needed to take her leave of Moon 13 as soon as possible.
"I'm glad we're doing this," she purred. A dazzling smile lit up her face as she sat upright, her weight settling firmly on his hips. She was wearing her purple lab coat, the same as Neville would have seen countless times, but... little else. The coat was unbuttoned and - even though the panels weren't pushed back - glimpses of simple teal colored lingerie were given with every movement Kinga offered. Part of her matching set was a garter belt, which clung to her porcelain skin possessively, hooked to a pair of thigh high white stockings. "This is a huge step for our relationship."
She placed her hands on Neville's stomach. He was still fully clothed: his lover had no way of knowing how deep of a sleeper he was and she hadn't been willing to risk waking him up prematurely. As it was she had taken advantage of his four poster bed and his general positioning, ever so carefully using his own props to bind his wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed. She had considered his collection of handcuffs carefully: she knew there was at least one set he had trouble escaping... but...he was a magician so Kinga settled on a combination long, colorful scarves and rope. There was no special trick to get out of the knots Kinga tied.
Her hand continued to travel upwards, her fingers greedily seeking Neville's warmth while feeling the contours of his body through his shirt. She bit her lower lip as she watched his face, eager to hear how excited he was to see her.<|im_end|>