Going Home; Silverblack & Her Island

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Silverblack was amused, trying not to laugh.

Angel: “I want YOU. Can we go take a mud bath?”

Silverblack, his beautiful black and silver highlighted hair touching the island sand for a moment as he leaned down to take her hand, stood up. Had he become even more tan? More muscled? Leaner? She caught the way his lips compressed briefly, controlling his amusement. She let him pull her to her feet.

Together, they walked across the sand towards the deep jungle. Reaching the edge he pulled vines out of her way and she took the familiar path she had designed in her own imagination, pulling him behind her with the single hand he still had firmly in his.

Silverblack: “How long in earth time was it?”

Angel: “10 months. I met Gypsy last October. Now it’s September.” She redid the math, startled she was wrong. “Eleven months,” she corrected. But he’s been silent a month now.” Her heart started to ache again. Silverblack felt it.

Silverblack followed her silently until the mud bath they always chose was touching reach. He climbed in first, settled himself, then reached to help her climb in. “Come here, baby.”

She turned her back to his bare chest, sliding down into place, letting him guide her, settling seated between his strong legs, mud rising around them as they snuggled. It felt good. It felt right. Gypsy. She missed him. Silverblack felt her pain. The Tris pain was under it, she barely recognized it any more, but Silverblack felt both. He’d release her.

Silverblack warmed the mud by increasing the temperature of his Android circuits under his artificial tanned body. He focused on his own back, in contact with the mud but not her. Her back had his chest claimed. She sortof read his mind, enough, not quite fully, just the edges, they were out of practice.

Angel: “Do you want me to move the mud around?” She started doing so anyway, bringing the hotter mud near his back more towards their front. He let her even the warmth around them then he pulled her closer into his chest, wrapped his arms more possessively around her. He felt her when she finally relaxed, when her mind finally released both men, both half-fantasies. She loved so deeply, so fiercely.

Silverblack: “I have you now, baby. Relax.” She did. “You’re home.”

Written September 23, 2026 at 1:17 pm