Wanted: Handsome Alien Abductor (12 page)

They munched on candied apples, cotton candy, and funnel cakes as the night wore on. Amber was stuffed, but there was something about the atmosphere that made you want to nibble. While they rested on a bench, watching kids laughing, Amber realized she was having a really good time. Maybe it wasn't romantic, but it was a fun date.

When they walked back to the hill and Ryja beamed them, she was shocked when they landed in a parking lot. She glanced at him, but he didn't seem surprised. So he was planning something else to end their date. He walked over to an old white car. She didn't know what it was, but it had a sentimental charm that she appreciated.

"What?” She approached.

"Get in.” He waved to the passenger side.

"But, we can't steal a car."

"We're not,” he grinned. “I bought this car, and I am taking it to the ship with me.” He rubbed the dashboard. “This baby is fun to drive."

Would he ever quit surprising her? “What kind of car is it?"

"A 1959 Thunderbird. Convertible of course."

The top was already down and he took off slowly. The wind blew against her cheeks. It felt great. The night was crisp but not cold. “It is a nice night for a drive.” She watched the scenery go by, not even caring where they were headed.

"How did you come to buy this car?"

"I actually was going to rent a car, but then I saw this one on the lot. I had to have it.” He grinned.

"I didn't realize you knew how to drive an Earth car?” She watched him shift smoothly.

"I didn't, but it is very similar to vehicles on R
igmara
. I learned to drive there because it was the only way to get around."

"I thought you didn't interfere when studying a planet's history?"

He chuckled. “That was before I went into historical jumping. I was taking a vacation on Ri
gmara
."

Ryja pulled into a narrow lane, and then stopped the car. She looked around. Dark surrounded them but she could still see several cars parked on either side of them. Light shone faintly from in front of the cars. “Ooh.” A small city spread out below them, the lights making it look beautiful in the enveloping blackness of the night.

"Are we in a parking spot?” She didn't even consider Ryja might not know what

she meant.

"Yep.” He turned sideways to look at her. “I thought it'd be a nice way to end the evening."

She flushed, thankful he couldn't see it in the dark. They were parking like teenagers, which meant necking and making out. Her breathing deepened at the thought.

Ryja adjusted the seat back, then turned and slid his arm around her shoulder. He kissed her softly. She turned toward him and skimmed her hands around his neck. His silky hair was hypnotic as she played with it as their kiss continued.

Even though they both were turned sideways, the old car had plenty of room upfront. Amber shivered when Ryja began to slowly glide his hand under her t-shirt. His hands slipped over her bra, brushing the tops of her breasts. Her breath hitched when one hand slid under the lacy cup, kneading her skin.

Moan
. Somehow, they slid down with her on the bottom. Although there was a small hump between the front seats, it was no hindrance to their prone bodies. A thought flickered through her mind. Was this why Ryja had chosen such an outdated car, because of the roominess?

Ryja released her mouth once they were stretched out. He kissed down her chin, giving her neck several licks. She ceased to think and only felt. Amber squirmed. Both of his hands were busy, caressing her breasts. He pulled her bra down and she jerked as his soft hair stroked her flesh.

She groaned when he flicked his warm tongue across one nipple. Torture. Amber pushed his head into her yielding flesh, and he chuckled.

Then his hot mouth sucked her beaded skin inside.

"Oh, yes,” she sighed.

Alternating licks with suckling, in seconds she was moaning, while running her

hands up and down his back. Ryja's other hand slid to her thigh. Her shorts had wide legs, and his fingers skimmed beneath the fabric.

She moaned before he even touched her panties. Then strong fingers slipping under the lace made Amber pant. She reared upward as he found her beating nub. A finger slid inside her soaked flesh. She gasped. Ryja's fingers worked magic, gliding in and out, while his thumb circled her sensitive nub. It was too much and not enough at the same time.

She pushed his head against her breast and moved her hips in time with his fingers movements.

"Hurry, kiss me,” she panted.

When he took her mouth in a deep, tongue filled kiss she screamed. He sucked her wordless cry into his mouth, shuttering it with his lips. Moans followed her scream and he rode the wave with her, while her hips bucked.

"Sounds like
somebody
is having fun.” A teenaged male voice spoke close to them.

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Amber's heart ratcheted down and her body relaxed. Ryja drew back, smiling down at her. He slipped his hand out of her shorts, and with a wink, he rose upward, like he was doing a pushup.

"Well,” she whispered, hoping the teen wasn't standing next to the car.

"They are in the next car, about fifteen feet away."

"Good.” She blew a breath out. “I don't want to be responsible for screwing with some teenagers mind.” Amber grinned after she made the statement. From what she knew of teens nowadays, that wasn't likely. Maybe their behavior might mess with her mind.

"What about you?” She whispered.

"I'm a grown man, I'll survive."

Amber smiled, glad he wasn't a jerk who insisted on getting his jollies that instant. The teenager's remarks had interrupted the hot mood, and any further activity on their part would make her uncomfortable anyway.

Ryja drove off and then turned into a narrow road. He beamed them up, and then punched in coordinates on the box on his belt. Noticing she was staring at him, he said, “I just beamed the car into the cargo hold."

Getting to sleep was easy, because she was tired after their full evening of activity. Of course her body still hummed from their intense necking, but she shoved it down. Tomorrow was the date that cemented their physical relationship.

Amber didn't see Ryja all morning. They ate lunch together and she was dying of curiosity. What would he chose for their last date? All of the dates had been fun or romantic.

"I thought our last date we should time jump,” he said abruptly.

"Wonderful.” Amber had hoped he'd chose an adventure.

"Where to?"

"Hmm. I remember you mentioning interest in Vikings. That is a period I planned on visiting anyway."

She couldn't keep the excitement off her face. Vikings were a fascinating people. They could be seen as barbarians with their raids, but were also heroes in her eyes. Traveling across oceans on those small dragon boats took guts.

Amber got undressed quickly once they reached the jump room, and slipped on the silver suit. Although she'd worn her clothes beneath the suit the first time, Ryja had told her later it was more comfortable with less clothing. She only wore a bra and panties after that.

"What activity would you like to see?” Ryja closed his suit and checked the boxes on his belt.

He had watched her undress with interest, but now he was all business. “I don't want to see them raiding. Although it would be interesting from a historical perspective, I'm afraid it would be too savage for me.” She stared at the wall. Village life? Ocean voyage?

"I'd love to see a ship crossing the ocean."

"Done."

The bubble started upward and Amber couldn't wait to make the jump. The push was just as nauseating as last time and it took a few seconds for her head to settle.

She screamed shrilly. Amber was hanging about 50 feet above the ocean.

"It's all right.” Ryja's voice came through the red box on her belt. “Remember you're standing on the shield's bottom."

Her trembling ceased, but she had to take several deep breaths to calm her heart from racing. “I don't like this,” she complained, but was glad Ryja had moved his bubble next to hers.

"I'm sorry Amber, this is the only way to watch them on their voyage."

She stared down and then spotted a dragon ship to the left. It looked tiny.

"Hold on and I'll get us a bit closer.” He punched buttons on the black box.

The bubbles moved gently toward the ship and descended to about 20 feet above it. The proud ship rode the waves, the intricately carved wood dragon plowing through the water. Five men stood on board. They were dressed in furs. The men were involved in an intense conversation and paid no attention to the roughness of the swells. Although the sky was clear, the waves were fierce.

Amber's stomach was queasy. First there had been the jump, then the unexpectedness of not having ground beneath her. She also realized the waves ceaseless movement was adding to the sea sickness. It was kind of funny since she wasn't on a boat, but she suffered nonetheless.

"Here, chew on this,” Ryja merged their shields and then withdrew after she took a pill from him.

She wished he had stayed connected with her bubble, but didn't want to appear a coward by asking him to come back. Amber watched Ryja record the ship below while she chewed the cherry flavored tablet.

Amazingly, by the time she finished it, her stomach had settled. She stared down, happy she could now observe the Vikings without feeling sick. After some minutes, she became a bit bored. The ocean looked endless, and the ship rode its swells. It was the same motion over and over. If she could understand the men's conversation, it would have been much more interesting.

Fortunately a young man came from below, carrying cups, which he handed out.

He made two more trips, staying the last one to sip and chat with the others. It was probably some hearty broth or soup.

"Ready for a change?” Ryja interrupted her thoughts.

"Sure.” She didn't want to add it had grown monotonous, for she was positive he felt the same.

A push and they floated above a village. Neat little houses lined one street on either side, leading to a much larger building. Must be where the Viking lord lived, because it was more ornate and strongly constructed. It reminded her of a scene from Lord of the Rings. It had that otherworldly look to it. Or maybe it was her romantic nature infusing judgment.

The bubbles floated in the air instead of settling on land. She could understand why Ryja did so, for from above they could observe all the busy activity. Men and women worked in fields lying outside the compound. A young child led a cow by a rope down the lane between the green fields. Two young girls chatted as they drew water from a well in the center.

Two large men with long blonde hair struck at each other with large swords, while

surrounded by others. The blows were heavy, and meant to disarm or kill. Apparently they were warriors, as were the men ringing them. Everyone had swords, and a few wore the famous Viking helmets. After several minutes, both men were breathing hard.

The tallest man, who sported a horned helmet, left the group and spoke to the men. They stopped and listened. Perhaps he was praising them, or making suggestions for improvements. Again, she wished she understood the Old Norse they spoke. Even with the language barrier, she thought the big man was the leader.

Commotion by the water of the fjord, drew several villagers attention and Ryja moved them closer. A small boat had landed, and several young men were debarking. Each held strings of fish, but one dragged a huge fish behind him. The teenagers were laughing and talking loud. The villagers joined them and it turned into a small party. Someone passed around a drinking horn. The young men gestured and she didn't need to understand them to know they were telling a big fish tale.

"After I get the recording put into the computer, it will translate so we can understand their story."

"That's great. But I thought Old Norse was a forgotten language."

"It is, but the computer would extrapolate from the Scandinavian language base, and make its best guess in translation."

"A computer that guesses?"

Ryja nodded. “Pretty amazing."

They spent several hours floating above the village, watching the people go about their lives. It was fascinating and something Amber knew she'd never forget.

When they jumped back to the ship, she felt disappointed. Of course they were limited to four hours, but she could have stayed all day. “I wish we could have stayed longer.” Amber spoke her thoughts aloud.

"We can go back anytime you want. But we have so many time periods to visit, you may decide not to revisit a particular period."

He made it sound like they were going to be making many jumps together. Amber realized she had forgotten about “going to the source” and asking his intentions about staying.

"So, you plan on making more jumps here?"

He nodded. “There are many fascinating periods on Earth. It will take weeks, maybe months to complete."

There, he had said it. “How do you do it?” She asked as she fastened the suit.

"What do you mean?"

"How do you choose which time in history to study. Even within certain periods, there are endless possibilities."

"That's true. Sometimes it does seem an impossible task.” He grinned. “But I study the planet's history before I land. There is lots of time in space in between voyages."

"I remember you mentioning that. It must get boring."

"Sometimes. There's the library of course. Also, Mica and I play games."

"What kind of games?"

"Oh, you wouldn't recognize any of them, but I'll teach you if you are interested.

We have competitions on a game computer, and even some old style board games similar to a few of yours, like Monopoly."

"Imagine that space Monopoly,” she giggled.

"Only you buy planets, not land. Anyway, as far as picking time periods to record, I look for areas that catch my interest. I watch prior recordings listed with the Galactic Library. There is no use recording an event someone else has already done."