Time Rider Ch. 04

Mark burst out laughing while Becky choked on her shock, interrupting the kiss she had been so enjoying. She looked at Lisette in disbelief. Alexandra just sighed and shook her head, used to her servant's twisted humour.

The moment of metaphysical terror passed for Becky and they all cuddled together in the center of the bed, kissing tenderly and caressing. Alexandra had told Becky all about Mark's efforts to find her and reach her, what he had undergone and risked. Becky's eyes shone as she looked at Mark at promised to make sure he was properly thanked until the end of time.

"I wish you could stay," Alexandra almost moped, regretting that she had to give her new friends up. "I enjoy your company, and I am not ashamed to say I love you both."

"Feeling's mutual, Alexa," Becky lilted, tracing a fingernail across her generous breast. "But maybe we needn't end our association. If we designate a consistent place, when you know you are available, you can leave a message there. Mark and I will check for messages, and when we see one, we can visit you at the appointed time. No conflicts or dangers presented, as long as we're all certain of the clear lines of communication."

"I like that idea," Alexandra said, grinning. "And I have a gift for you both."

She climbed off the bed and went to retrieve something. She returned shortly with two bottles, which she presented to them.

"A new type of wine, invented in my native region of Champagne," she said, kneeling on the bed as they examined the bottles. "Twice fermented and sweet on the tongue, not unlike my darling Rebecca."

Becky blushed and Mark grinned. "You'll be glad to know that in our time, champagne is one of the most expensive and sought-after drinks in the world, used in every important celebration."

"That does please me, Mark." Alexandra said, nodding her head and deciding to not chide him this time about telling her the future.

"And now that I think of it, literally, I've got a present for you, Alexa." Mark mused, getting off the bed. The three women watched as he walked into a large closet, rummaging around loudly. When he returned, he was holding what appeared to be several unusual books, which he handed to Alexandra.

"What are these?" she asked, puzzled.

"Well, the graphic novel is a pictorial history of Wonder Woman, who you may recall I told you a little bit about," he explained, sitting on the bed again. "And the other three books are all written by a man named Alexander Dumas and are fictional works about the Three Musketeers. I figured they'd be humorous reading for you."

She looked up at him incredulously. "But... why were they in my closet here in my chalet?"

He grinned again. "Well, just a moment ago, I decided to give them to you. So in a few days, I'm gonna gather them up, bring them here to just before Becky and I arrive, and bury 'em in your closet, where I know they are. That way, I don't run into any of us. And clearly it worked."

Becky made a wry face. "Y'know, I'd say you're getting the hang of this whole temporal travel thing, but I'm pretty sure you're only getting the hang of abusing it."

Mark smirked at her and pinched her nipple, making her shiver and bite her lip. He then looked back at Alexandra. "And when you're done with 'em, you can just leave 'em in our drop-off spot and Becks and I'll pick them up. That way, there's no anachronistic copies of nineteenth-century novels or twentieth-century comic books lying around to be discovered by archaeologists."

"I take back what I said just now, you're gonna get us all clock-hammered right out of existence." Becky sighed, causing her lovers to laugh.

***

Mark and Becky lay side-by-side in her bed and holdings hands, back in their own time and generally none the worse for wear. They'd learned some valuable lessons and had made some important contacts along the way.

"D'you really think Alexandra's my ancestor?" Becky mused, looking at her bedroom ceiling.

Mark shrugged. "You sure look a lot alike, and you're both Hell on wheels. I'm still amused by the notion of me being your great-great-great-whatever grandfather."

She sighed and shook her head. "I can handle the notion of fucking and falling in love with my great-whatever grandmother, but the notion of you as my whatever grandfather gives me the jibblies. Just promise me you won't impregnate Alexa and make that come true, Mark."

He chuckled. "I promise. I have no idea how trans-temporal alimony or visitation rights even work."

Becky giggled and turned in to face him, cuddling close.

"So, who're you gonna save me from next, hero?" she purred, nipping at his earlobe and making him shiver.

"Oh, God, Becks, can we start out with some really ferocious kindergartners from the Roaring Twenties taking you hostage? I can probably handle that right about now."

She giggled again and crawled on top of him, staring down into his eyes and kissing his nose while she squirmed her breasts against him.

"Take me to New York in the Twenties and I'll show you how liberated a flapper girl I can be," she whispered. "Deal?"

"Deal." Mark replied, pulling her down and kissing her soulfully.

***

Author's Notes: Well, this was one helluva chapter, clocking in at just over eighteen thousand words, making it roughly fifty percent bigger than an average chapter. But I was having so much fun writing it that I didn't want to end, and as you probably know by now, I'm pretty stuck on doing exactly what I want, right?

There was quite a bit of sex, and I counter-balanced it with lots of action and humour. I have to admit, the part I most looked forward to writing was Becky screaming 'I kick you in the nuts, Richelieu!' and then hoofing him in the beanbag. God, I've been waiting for that.

*snicker* DeFlepard...

Before any zoilists out there begin bitching, yes, yes, I'm perfectly aware that sparkling wine was not conceived in the region of Champagne, and that Dom Perignon was not its inventor. This is a work of fiction. Fark off, I do what I want.

As mentioned in Chapter 3, Alexandra D'assaut is the subject of another series of erotic stories, I just felt like including her and possibly getting some people's (useful) feedback about her. You know what to do.

I hope you folks have as much fun reading this chapter as I did writing it. Any time I get to flex my humour muscles and penchant for weird science fiction is a good time in my book.

Let's see what time has in store for our intrepid couple next, shall we?

Well, I already know, I just don't feel like sharing. So nyah.

Keep your stick on the ice!

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