[Sodium_noir] Whispers of the Past

[Bill]

“Friends indeed, recoverin’ your body ‘cause they knew you’d be comin’ back. And even havin’ a laugh at Mr. Nitti’s expense over it” She looks at him, head cocked to one side, echoing his gesture from earlier, eyes bright. Then she drains her drink and sets the glass aside “I seen things even in my brief life. Dark, powerful, old and scary things. Things that make it easier to accept your tale. But most would have a hard time dealing with it, even with the evidence thrown in their faces. So you’ll excuse me if I speculate about the nature of your friends. Just as you asked about Sandra at the Sinclair Party. But we each don’t wanna be givin’ away the secrets of our friends and family, do we? Our own should be enough. As for me, my story is written mostly in my flesh.” As she speaks she gives a little shimmy. The pale green silk dress drifts down to her feet and she steps out of her heels, leaving her wearing nothing but the black velvet and
 rhinestone choker. Slender and leggy, she has more the build of a Ballerina than what most expect in a Stripper. 
 
“Shall I show you?” 
 
Her features blur and shift, muscles ripple under ivory skin that darkens to a dusky hue save for a pale patch between her breasts. Her eyes grow huge and slanted, the green irises filling them, her pupils stretch to black slits.  Her hair grows tousled, wild and much longer, a black cloud flecked with silver tips. She smiles, her teeth shining white and sharp, long fangs gleaming. There is no doubt now of her heritage, the Cat shows clearly. There’s a hint of something else as well, something distantly kin to Morgan for eyes that can see. Fey, Fell, Exotic and Beautiful.
 
“I’ve not changed all the way.” She whispered this softly, the fangs giving her a lisp. “Goin’ too far causes most to just freak out.” Like they did the night o’ your first change. And don’t forget you lost it too, Sela. She thrust that memory aside. This was too delicate a time for remorse. Don’t screw it up bein’ all maudlin.
 
“So John Black, you’ve shown me yours and I’ve shown you mine. What now?”
 
John smiled and stood up, cocking his head slightly as he approached Abby.  He slowly raised his hand and reached out to the Bastet's changed flesh.  He seemed undisturbed by the changes, and he slowly ran his across her should and down her arm.
 
"Now what indeed."  His hand continued down her arm until he had her hand in his, pulling her close and kissing her.
 
Her lips are soft, her mouth tastes of musk and spice, her skin is soft over steel hard muscles. She is hot to the touch, with a fever heat. That Purr, it vibrates between and through them both.  Her arms encircle his neck, the claws needle sharp and barely brushing his skin.
 
She pulls back, for an instant.
 
“So shall I be takin’ that as a ‘yes’ then?’ Her laugh is soft and throaty, soon lost in that Purr/Growl……
 
John smiled, and his hands came up and gently took Abby's face into his hands.  "I think that's a yes."  His kiss was gentle, but passionate.  It was as if a door opened and for a brief moment she could see his life layed before her, all of it.  She saw his distant pass, the murder of his sister and the killer's pardon, a conversation with a carpenter's son, and a deal struck.

He broke the kiss.  "Let me show you something else."

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