Collective Intelligence

"She doesn't even come out of the fucking bathroom naked anymore. This is horse shit."

"Maybe it was just trying to tempt you, or something? Into making a mistake?" Desmond piped up curiously, not looking up from the file he was reading over. Nine wasn't the only extraterrestrial on file here... it was upon her recommendation that he learn about a few more interesting 'prisoners' of Roswell. Honestly, it was endlessly fascinating. She was so intelligent, and knowledgeable. He liked to attribute it to the fact that the only thing she really seemed to enjoy was reading, and perhaps a bit to the fact that she was easily several millennia old, if he believed her recount of it.

His personal items had been delivered long ago now, and so he suited himself with his reading glasses. His style of dress was still rather immaculate in dark monochromatic colors, but slightly more casual now that he spent most of his time here in the research lab. He wore a black button-down long sleeve shirt, with pressed black slacks, and polished loafers. He went without his tie or outer jacket, given he did little more than sit at a desk.

Despite Bernard's insisting that he could look for an apartment out in Roswell to get some free time away from the bunker, the research, and the eerie oppressive feeling of being in close quarters constantly with the EB, Desmond declined. He didn't feel uncomfortable around Nine, not anymore. He'd even stopped taking the sleeping medication, and she did not think to invade his mind during his resting hours. He had gotten to know her quite intimately in the small time he had been there...

He couldn't admit that he was embarrassingly fond of her. Infatuated, even. She was unlike anyone he had ever known. She could feel every emotion he felt... she could offer a solution to any stress or tension he was enduring. He had begun to bring a chess board along to play her through the night. She won every time, occasionally in less than three moves, but it was delightful to hear her laugh at him over it... and every now and then she would purposely go easy on him, to at least give him a chance.

Renfield was glaring at her, still. She paid him no mind.

"...You had any dreams lately?" He almost snapped back to Desmond.

"After the first time, I asked Dr. Wells for something to help me sleep. Specifically something so that I wouldn't have any kind of bizarre dreams anymore. It's been working great--do you want a prescription?"

"I want her to fuck my fucking brains out when I go to bed, like she used to. Fucking bullshit man," The words were on the tip of his tongue. 'Ever since you got here...' But he swallowed down that accusation, having nothing to prove Desmond's presence was cause for Nine's sudden interest in wearing her clothing and restraining from blatantly lewd psychological advances toward the agents who guarded her. Agent Loyd presented himself as a smug, goody-two-shoes fucker who wouldn't enjoy pussy if it was straddling his face, for whatever chivalrous bullshit morals he held onto.

[ What is he saying? ]

'He's pissed you won't sleep with him anymore while he's resting.'

[ He was always the most boring fuck, anyway... I wonder if he's as loud and obnoxious in person as he is in the resting world. ]

Desmond choked down a snort of laughter, and Renfield ran a hand through his wavy blonde locks as he expelled a sighed curse of breath, and loosened his tie. He turned away from the containment room, and looked to Desmond who fought to contain his amusement as he looked up to Renfield, and changed the subject of discussion with petty delight.

"Oh, hey, how's Jessica? You never told me how the proposal went."

"Fan-fucking-tastic, couldn't be happier. She's planning a fall wedding with her mother... I'm the luckiest man alive," His voice was a dark growl as he sighed again in frustration, and turned abruptly to start toward the single point entry of the lab, "I'm going to head top-side for a smoke. You can reach me on the radio if you need anything."

"Alright Renfield... I'll be here." The smothered laughter radiating through his mind now was Nine's, and she finally looked up once the doors opened and shut as the irritated agent took his leave, placing her bookmark in her novel and setting it aside with giddy amusement.

[ He is very upset. The other Agent surely must be as well, then. I have not visited either of them since you arrived, Desmond. ]

'Well don't let them find that out, they're getting itchy--like addicts, or something. They'll probably try to kick my ass if they know you're not interested in visiting them because I'm here.'

[ I would rather visit you... ] She stood and slowly made her way across to the glass, and bit down upon her plump bottom lip gently as she let her vibrant eyes settle upon him.

'I'd rather you didn't. I thought I was going to have a heart attack, the first time...' His playful demeanor held traces of humor, but he meant it in all seriousness. Nine laughed that beautiful, musical laugh, and tilted her head as she watched him. The impossibly long silvery sheet of her hair draped over one of her shoulders, brushing down past her hips as she observed him, and he couldn't help but to focus his deep brown eyes upon her.

[ It would be a pleasant end. I am skilled in the way of recovering the life essense of an expiring being... your... 'soul'... as you humans call it? I would return it to your body promptly after having my way with you. ]

Desmond was grinning sheepishly now, and laughing aloud. Nine flashed that devious smile right back at him, her little fang like canine teeth poking from the tops of those beautifully full lips. His watch beeped, alerting him to the time, and with an airy sigh he shook his head, and turned the security key, summoning the robotic server. 'You're so damn funny... and somehow I know you're one hundred percent serious about it.'

[ ...Let me visit you when you leave to rest, Des. You stopped taking the medication to assist you in keeping me out for a reason... didn't you? I have not invaded the privacy of your mind while you are at rest as a gesture of respect for your wishes. ]

'...Why did you stop visiting the other agents?' His smile had not faded as he carefully activated the outer doors of the containment chamber, glancing up to observe her expression. It was hard to tell what Nine was thinking. Sometimes he felt what she did, especially the longer she maintained the connection with him, the longer he remained in this position opening and closing the vaulted doors. He could feel her truth or lies behind the words she fed into his mind. But her face at times could be entirely unreadable, completely devoid of human emotion. Now was one such occasion. She slowly crossed her arms over her pert chest, her nipples teasing visibly against the white fabric as she blinked, slowly.

[ You are the one I want to visit. ]

He felt his heart flutter eagerly and saw her lips pull into a wide grin as a blush shifted over his cheeks. The giddy, almost childish excitement he felt was almost immediately crushed by a flicker of doubt. She was only saying it because she was deviant, mischievous... and dangerous. She had picked him because he was new and inexperienced, and by comparison of his peers, rather innocent. Her smile faltered a bit as she picked up on these impulsive emotions and thoughts from Desmond. [ Stop that. It is an insult. I could have left this room and killed you the night you opened the wrong vault door if I believed you to be so weak and feeble. ]

'I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be rude. It's just... well... you've done a lot of awful things, Nine. A lot. It's hard for me to believe you find anything special or interesting about me. You've murdered men who're fifty times the man I am...'

[ I have never met a human being like you, in all my years on your planet, Desmond Loyd. Am I lying to you? ]

She wasn't, he could feel that... but he still had his doubts. Nine was a being infinitely more complex than his entire species, in their entire time existing on this planet combined. How easy would it be for her to deceive him? His heart did that obnoxious flutter once again as it eagerly fed into the suggestions that Nine had actually come to care for him. He felt as if anxiety was slowly starting to grip him as he pulled his eyes away from her, and her playfully coy expression melted into something unreadable, and wild.

[ Open the vault door, and come inside. I will prove it to you. ]

'You know I can't do that Nine...' He frowned thoughtfully, rapidly looking up to her to see her multifaceted eyes glowing and intense. She was pouting at him. He had never seen that expression on her face before, her bottom lip poking out and brows knitted together in the cutest way... It was really adorable. She placed her hands upon the glass as he moved to stand and slowly brought his own palm flat against her slender palm, from the other side. 'I wish I could. I want to trust you.'

[ I will not hurt you... ]

'It isn't me that I'm worried about...'

She had tried to dominate this planet before... and had nearly succeeded. He read her entire file, and pieced together the dates and times, and realized that Nine was far older than the documentation displayed. There was a pattern to her presence he had almost deciphered in his free time. He had traced her presence back to countless atrocities... to genocide, to war, to sickness and strife. He was almost certain Nine was a plague upon this planet. As much as he had come to adore her... he knew now without a doubt that he couldn't open the vault door ever again.

[ If I wanted to destroy your world, you wouldn't be able to stop me. There isn't a being in your galaxy with that power. If I wanted to be free of this prison, I could be... it would only take one whisper into the pathetically weak minds of your colleagues, Desmond, and they would lay down at my feet and give me their bodies to walk upon if I wanted it. I want you. Open the vault door... come to me. ]

Her voice had grown intensely powerful and demanding. Her face was unreadable once again... and he watched the color drain from her vibrant eyes, and felt a chill ripple through him as his mind went blank. The inky blackness filling her wide, usually expressive eyes grew. Her lips were downturned, her eyebrows drawn together in a determined scowl. His hands were trembling, his fingers shifting over the controls with great hesitation.

If she wanted to be free she could... So what was the point in denying her? If he denied her, then she could easily move on to the next. She could move on to someone with far less moral and mental stability. He had seen them, Agents Black and Renfield, salivating at the edge of the containment room nearly every day they were here. He saw it just tonight, the way Renfield seemed to dismiss the beautiful relationship he had formed with a real, loving, caring human woman to pine for the simulated whims of this darkly beautiful being.

[ Desmond... ]

'...Are... are you giving me a choice, Nine? Or are you forcing my hand? ...Did I ever have a choice?'

[ You could have left on the very first day... you chose to stay. Why? ]

He swallowed hard, his eyes flickering up to her to read the sorrow upon her features. She was searching his mind for the answer in a way that was almost painful. He winced, and shut his eyes, placing his hands upon the desk as he moved to stand... and felt his heart throb anxiously in his chest. As quickly as that probing sensation had formed, it stopped in that instant, and his fingers moved rapidly to the controls. His heart had told what he could not, with a single prang of hopeless longing and desire so pure it halted the extraterrestrial in her tracks.

He didn't think about it, lest his coherent and sensible mind over-ride his impulse. He rapidly pressed the button to open the outer vault door, and moved away from the control panel. Long, swift strides carried him across the laboratory, over threshold into the sterile containment chamber and through the vaulted door toward her standing there against the wall.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

His arms curled around her, drawing her svelte body flush against him as he slowly brought her away from the reflective wall. Now within the containment room-- within her cell--he could see that Bernard had not been lying. It appeared as nothing more than a singular massive mirror to his eyes reflecting the stark white walls of the near empty room, the polished white tiled floor, the white furniture in the right corner and the glass privacy wall leading to her restroom to the left. A miserable existence for such an ethereal creature...

[ I have waited for you for millennia. ]

Her arms rose to coil around his broad shoulders as he closed the space between them, and that was all she needed to say for him to lean in to claim her mouth with ravenous desire. She seemed far more delicate to him now, standing before him as flesh and blood. She was just as soft as he had dreamt she was, his fingers coiling desperately into her long blonde hair as he kissed her with such limitless passion. He heard her breath still, and her beautifully alluring voice rose in an echo of sound from her throat that reverberated off the walls as she pulled him close to her, that amazingly long tongue parting his lips with devious intent to dance against his eagerly. His eyes lulled shut, his mind an utterly blank slate as he lost himself to the whims of the extraterrestrial in his arms.

[ Take me, now. ]

She did not wait for him to pull her away toward the bed. The solid framework which had been long secured against the wall groaned, and in an instant he was alerted to a vicious scraping of the entire bed tearing free from the wall--queen memory mattress and all--ripped across the room by a powerful unseen force. She shoved him back, and he dared not to resist, falling onto the bed with breathless fascination and wild impulses of lust and adoration flooding his senses. And in the immediate instant that he fell back upon the bed, she was upon him, her hands snaking beneath the material of the fine black button down shirt he wore.

Nine straddled his lap, her expression utterly salacious as her long, thin fingers tore free the buttons of the shirt to free his smooth lightly tanned skin from the confines. Her lips eased against the trail of neatly groomed hair running from his pelvis up to his naval, placing needy kisses upon him that caused flutters of ecstasy to erupt from her. He couldn't collect his thoughts. He found himself now utterly consumed by her presence, her wild determination to rid him of his clothing using both her small hands and her psychokinetic prowess to pull his loafers from his feet and tear free the finely tailored slacks from his legs.

"Nine..."

[ Be still. Let me learn you. I want all of you, Desmond... I need all of you. ]

Her lips had found his neck, that long, bizarrely soft tongue stroking along his collar bone. He shuddered, his arms encircling her small waist, delving eagerly beneath the thin material of the plain uniform attire she had been forced into to rush over the sinfully soft palette of her milky pale skin. He heard the fabric ripping and tearing away viciously as she sought to free herself from the confines of the restricting material with her mind. She allowed him every bit of access to her flawlessly beautiful form with unabashed lust. Her small hands brushed against his shoulders and biceps with obsessive delight, just before her little fangs tore into his neck harshly.

He gasped, but did not fight her. The momentary discomfort of those little fangs baring down in shallow determination against his neck was quelled almost immediately by her long, delicate tongue sweeping over the blossom of red flowing from him. Again he heard that musical, bizarrely echoing coo roll from her throat and bounce over the walls of the containment chamber. He felt euphoria, and peace, and calm as she took off his life's essence and drew back abruptly. The miniscule wounds had healed the moment her lips drew away, her eyes dark orbs like obsidians glittering in her skull, that inky blackness consuming every inch of her sclera.

[ ...You are a worthy mate. ]

'Mate?' The word echoed hazily into his mind, and for the first time he heard her voice in unison with his own, echoing in his thoughts. It should have alarmed him entirely. But for some reason he felt nothing but peace, the slow tendrils of unity coiling its control firmly around his fragile human psyche. She was rising over him, looking down upon him with those beautifully dark, hellish eyes. Her long silvery-blonde locks pooled against his bare torso. She moved up onto her knees, and slowly lowered her hand between their bodies, her nails teasing against his muscular frame every inch of the descent as she pressed her palm against his half-firm member beneath his boxer shorts.

[ Yes. Mate. Would that please you? ]

"Y-Yes..." She guided his slow hardening erection from the depths of the last remaining bit of clothing upon him, the slow unraveling of the fabric concealing her own long, slender legs as well as the dark material of his undergarments shredding away impatiently. They were both bare now, with her silk-soft thighs straddling his own strong, muscular thighs. She guided his smooth, thick arousal between her legs, to slowly tease against the plump, velvety softness of her outer labia.

[ Would you serve me, Desmond? ] She pressed the swollen, rosy tip of him against her dripping slit, and he moaned softly as he forced his eyes open to look upon her beautiful, devilish face. His eyes swept down her long slender neck, to the delicate carve of her collar bones and finally over those beautifully perky breasts. Her soft pink nipples hardened as his hands rose impulsively, cupping her addictively soft, pert bosom. The word was breathlessly obedient from his lips.

"Yes--"

She teased his cock against her waiting entrance. His fingertips brushed against those beautiful breasts, teasing her dainty nipples. The sensual echo of her voice, a ripple rushing through his mind... and the sensation of pleasure? He couldn't hardly describe it. It felt a mirror of every motion, each caress, every tease of a touch he placed upon her body echoed back onto him tenfold. He drew back his touch, digging his elbows into the bed to rise to meet her. He sought her lips, ensorcelled with every fiber of her being, and kissed her with precious, wanton compulsion.

[ ...Would you love me, Desmond? ]

The echo of her voice was a tenuous whisper, desperate and absolute. She hovered there, amplifying his lust and dependence by the second until the sheer need to experience every inch of her was overwhelming. Her tongue snaked between his lips, a strong hand cradling the back of her head as he tumbled deeper into the throes of lust... everything seemed to fade away from him. The laboratory. His colleagues. The assignment... the entire world itself. The only thing that mattered and the only thing that would ever matter again was her. 'With everything I am, until the day I die...'

She needed no further confirmation. Their essences had become entangled more by the moment, and her voice echoed into his mind with that desperate, enamored proclamation of eternity. She lowered herself upon his throbbing cock in one determined and fluid motion, his arms encircling the beautiful curve of her wide hips. Her teeth teased his bottom lip to tug roughly as she drew back from the kiss and took him in, inch by beautiful inch of his rock solid phallus. His breath shuddered against her lips. He felt as if his body was on fire, the maddening tightness of her slick walls gripping him with such tantalizingly violent pleasure. Slowly, she began to ride him.