Long Division

"Stuff." He was tempted to snatch it away from her. Instead Eddie found himself studying how rays of sunlight matched her hair so perfectly. Just like the other infernal he knew Belle was devastatingly beautiful.

She snorted, and covered her mouth as she did so. After fixing the budding genius with a faux-glare she set the paper aside. Then she leaned until her breasts were at his eye level, nipples poking against the fabric. In truth she wanted to get a better look at what he was doing. A sweet wildflower scent filled the air around her. "Hardly just stuff, Edward. Tut. I must say this is all very interesting. What sort of quantum theory are you working on here? Hrm. This looks quite a bit like some sort of summoning formulae."

He felt affix by her stare and managed to look up from her boobs. "I... it's. It's hard to explain."

"Genius always is, non?" Her lips let loose a slow hiss of breath. Parts of her were still sore from the beating Pi had given her. With any luck Tangent was keeping Aphex occupied at the moment. Belle couldn't imagine her petite imp failing in such a task. Lay a man properly just once and you could walk all over him forever. She drew back to sitting proper before resting back on her hands. Her taunt stomach quivered as Eddie continued to study her. "Please do try to explain. I am smarter than I look, you know. Innovation is in my blood."

"Well... okay I will on one condition?" He slid to stand, needing something to wet his mouth.

"Oui." The answer was bright and full of hope. Belle suspected he'd ask to bend her over the table or some other sexual favor. Oh it was something she'd give freely. She hadn't felt flutters in her nethers for anyone in centuries. Thank goodness the sensation had made a return.

Eddie was silent for a little too long as he trailed over to the mini bar. There he fixed himself a bit of orange juice, tonic water, vodka, sour and a splash of triple sec. Nothing like a Sonic Screwdriver to clear the senses. When he finally spoke there wasn't a trace of anything sensual in it. "No laughing or telling anyone else. Did you want something to drink?"

In turn the Frenchwoman almost responded with 'Your Fat Cock' bit thought better of it. "Whatever you are having, Edward." She watched him with a different sort of expression now that her lust would not be sated, not yet anyway. Instead she was unabashedly curious.

"Okay." Of course the geek mixed up a second drink before coming back over. He offered, she accepted with a slow brush of her fingertips along his. It left a lingering tingle on his flesh. He didn't mind that at all but forced focus. There was no need to go into all the details of how he'd arrived to what he was working on. "I think, if you take into account several ideas about alternate realities and holographic universes, the relation of energy and how it's all related. Well. I'm trying to figure out how the higher and lower planes relate, mathematically, to the material one."

"Pardon?" Clearly that was not what she expected. Bell fluttered her eyes and her breath came out as a lyrical hiss.

"Well." He sipped on his nerdy drink and savored the way it tickled his mouth and nose. Down Eddie sunk in the chair and this time was able to focus on her face. Like Pi, Belle had such classical lines. Her face was slim, fine boned but so very lovely it was distracting. Almost distracting anyway. He managed to glance back down to the sheets of scribbled notes. "I am talking to a demon right now. So obviously Heaven and Hell exist. I've talked to Pi and others about it. So I'm trying to figure out where they are in relation to Earth, the cosmos. My idea is that we're all just one part of the physical world, the cosmos as a whole. It is just that the math that governs reality at the moment is wrong..." He winced lightly, realizing that he might have just let go Pi's purpose and Abby's conjectures. "Well. That we cannot see or interact with one another, anymore."

"That sounds quite a bit more like witchcraft than math." Still the stunning blonde was clearly intrigued. She did not laugh but rather her becoming mouth pressed together in clear display of her curiosity. "Quite impractical as well, not the sort of thing most mathematicians think about."

"I didn't, until you two entered my life. I was firmly in the atheist camp." He sipped on his drink again, washed the citrus taste in his mouth before swallowing. "However, the world, the cosmos, it clearly works on math. So, even things supernatural and unknown have to, as well. Mmm, I mean I can see other applications of this sort of work."

"Such as?" Belle's wanton nature had all but vanished by that point. She pulled up a leg in a fine display of how flexible she really was and set her cheek on it. She wasn't here to muse the college kid, but rather to find out what he was working on with Pi. Okay, really she was here first to steal him away. Now, she found herself drawn in. "Some sort of transference of one's mortal coil from one point to another."

"Among other things, what are we but energy? Well I mean yes we're flesh and blood. But when you break it down we're all made out of the same thing, energy and empty space. Mmm, barely more material when you come down it that a reflection. It makes you wonder if we're nothing more than a reflection – crafted in His image and all that stuff. That's what got me thinking. The universe is a big place, full of mystery and wonder. There are parts of it that we can't see. What if that's what's being reflected creating what we can see. Creating us.

So, if we're just a collection of energy why can't that be moved? You shift one aspect of what is reflecting and the reflection changes, moves. Maybe that's what the soul really is, that energy. We're not trapped in flesh but it is merely a reflection of something higher. Something so we can interact with side of the cosmos. I'd never really considered that. If I'm not really me but just one shard like reflection of... whoa this is getting into some heavy Moorcock bullshit right here."

The Eternal Champion? More like the Eternal Nerd, that didn't nearly have the right sort of ring to it. He was too far into his train of thought to notice that Belle was now giving him a queer look. Oh she was following along to what he was saying, but didn't really like the idea much.

"I mean the ideas in my head have to be coming from somewhere. The formulae, the tangents that are converging. Imagine it, really. Being able to find that true self. Or if this is what we really are being able to move it from one place to another just by changing... changing the angle of the reflection. Or... something. I haven't quite figured it out yet. It might just be as simple as figuring out where the energy is coming from, that of the divine and infernal. How to trace it anyway. From there how to find it and then open the way."

"Why?" Belle recoiled at the very idea.

"To unlock the last great mystery? We're not sure what holds the universe together. Why there is dark matter, why things move the way they do. What if it's been Heaven all along or other planes of existence anyway? Shouldn't we explore and understand all we can?" In turn he blinked at her, confused by her sudden disdain for the idea.

As she pulled a hand through sun stroked tresses and looked outside. Progress was always frightening. Distressingly though, Eddie sounded more unhinged the more he spoke of the idea. Still it would be good to see father again without too much effort. "I suppose you are right there. Just no crazy ideas of storming the gates of Heaven. Some folks don not fancy that."

"No. No. I just... want to know. Besides, I mean if I invent teleporters or something that'd be pretty damn amazing wouldn't it?" Eddie smirked, without even an iota of hubris. He wasn't really being all that serious from the wavering tone of voice either. Still for a moment how such a change could affect the world blossomed behind his eyes. He shook such concerns free and moved to gather up the notes.

"It is not foolish, Edward." Belle said after a beat and reached out to stroke fingers through his mop, then caress the nails back over his scalp. She cooed. Hell-crafted machine or not Belle could read people. She didn't want to crush the mortal's flight of fancy. However, she could imagine how wonderful – and terrible the world would be. Food supplies could be shipped anywhere before they even had a chance to be anything less than fresh. So could troops, delivered directly into the heart of a city to kill it.

Now the matter of both finding and opening Heaven... Hell. That did worry her in ways that progress had never worried her before. The idea that this simple boy she was petting could pierce such a veil was... ludicrous. Yet an irrational part of the princess knew Eddie could do it. That sliver of her being twisted and whimpered in worry. She adored humanity too much to have her kin and her enemies taint it once more. She let go of Eddie's hair and trailed a finger down to his brow, then along his eye, to his lips.

"I think you should focus more on this energy transference, for power or teleportation. I think it would cause you much less worry, non?" Her smile was as sweet as spun cotton candy. She didn't let him answer but tapped his lips once. "I will help you however I can."

Eddie met her gaze for a long stretch, before nodding with a small mm. Storming the gates of Heaven? That wasn't what he wanted. He just wanted to know. What was the danger in that?

*****

Abby could hardly believe how long it took Locke to come looking for her.

Locke could hardly believe how boldly she'd scratched her blunted nails along the teeth of his trouser's zipper.

She'd taken hold of the tab and pulled down, inch by inch while using her luscious body to press him against the wall. He vaguely recalled her asking if anyone one from the party would wander this way. She must have been satisfied at his answer of probably not because she caught hold of his cock hidden within a sheath of silk boxers.

What was the harm in getting what she wanted, what she needed? It wasn't like her cousin and she were an item. Eddie got more ass than a toilet seat and this, this was what Abby really wanted. If Pi had never entered their lives, would she'd have ever been this bold?

Abby pressed on. His meat was no longer hidden but still in her hand. Her fingers, made strong from the firm kneading of clay yet had a refined sense of delicacy that sent tingles cascading along the underside of his shaft. He'd opened up her blouse as well, letting lovely gloves of flesh spill out so he could finally find out what they tasted like. Their moans coupled with one another and hung in the otherwise silent hallway air. The party was forgotten. This was the only music, the only dessert either of them needed. It was also beyond Locke's wildest wet dreams. He had never expected the tomboyish focus of his desires to so direct with her wants. So... dirty. It excited him like nothing else.

She pulled at his turgid girth slowly, fingers pressing in just the right way until a fat drop of pre-cum oozed out. With great skill the artist applied to the soft flesh just blow crown and her hand glided all the better. Her other extremity was nestled into his handsome head of pale tresses for she didn't want him to stop feasting on her tits until she was ready to have him driving into her. Somewhere deep inside Abby tried to chide herself for being a wanton whore. It didn't work. The only thing she wanted, the only thing she needed, was to sear the boy next door with the depths of her passion. That was going to be a few minutes yet, so for now she sighed hotly and arched her back. It wasn't like his face could press any tighter to her chest. That didn't matter. "Don't stop. Oh God, Locke."

He wanted to tell her that she didn't worry about that. His finely crafted mouth was busy, though. Suckling at her dark nipple was divine and he didn't want to stop. There had never been anything better tasting than that pearl of flesh caught between tongue and lip. His hands freely fondled the sides of her rack, pressing them to his aristocratic visage. They were so soft, yet so warm. He could feel her heart hammering away. His hips rolled against her stroking and he moaned, finally letting the tit free. It shimmered with his saliva. Up he moved for a kiss, once her hand lightened anyway.

Locke decided he was wrong. Her mouth was a thousand times more delicious than her nipple, especially when she gaped for breath and he invaded with his tongue. It wasn't long before her moist muscle elegantly curled against his. The two tongues glided together like... like... one of those famous pairs of dancers. Fred and Daphne was it? Locke couldn't think very clearly at the moment. He felt like he was going to pop in her hand, across her wrist at any time. In his mind's eye the dutiful brother imagined his cum sliding down Abby's arm, dripping over the crook of her elbow. She must have sensed how he was about to fall over that edge because her hand eased away from throbbing maleness. The tension to let it all fly died off but his hips chased after her sticky hand.

"Not yet, Romeo." A giggle bubbled up from the co-ed. Now that she had a hand free she tugged at his trousers until they slid free from hips and pooled at his ankles. Thankfully it took his boxer briefs with it. It thrilled her that he was willing to do something so decadent as this. She groaned heavily. Liquid pleasure had long ago overflowed down her thighs and she was certain Locke could smell it.

He could and it was better than any perfume. "You will not think me terrible if I fuck you against this very wall here and now, I do hope?"

"Locke." Abby giggled again and tugged his head away from her breasts by pulling at his hair. "If you don't fuck me against this very wall here and now I'm going to hold it against you."

They met gazes and the raw need for one another was apparent. Both of them had wanted to indulge in not only all things carnal, but matters deeper. This afternoon it was their young loins that mattered most, though. He took hold of her skirt and pulled until it was mingled with his lost pants. Now her feminine scent was strong in the air. Locke took a step back, even if he did regret cool air washing over his skin. He tugged his fancy shirt off and tossed it to the side. This way they could admire one another's almost nude states.

Abby was conflicted, though not about having sex with Locke. Oh she didn't just want him, every fiber of her body hummed with need for him. She grunted and reached out, grabbed his face and pulled it back to her. He didn't mind her wet fingers on his cheek; in fact it excited him all the more. Sex was something done without reservations, when it was real. He gave into her kiss and took her slim hips in hand. He didn't pull them closer but instead held them against an ornate tapestry while his hovered closer. Her hiss of utter delight when his rigid need pressed against her tender stomach skin was intoxicating. She arched her abdomen and rubbed against him. Oh her insides were quivering with the need to be spread.

Abby stifled a hard cry as Locke invaded her nether lips with his fingers and wasted no time sliding two into her. Her body pressed down hard, trying to get the digits as deep as she could. Her pussy walls clamped down. Her cheeks flushed with heat and she whimpered. "Not enough."

"What is it you want then?" His forehead rested against hers and a wolfish grin spread across such handsome features. The question was utterly rhetorical. He ground against her stomach in cruel foreshadowing of what he was going to do to her, with her. Her beasts were crushed against his toned chest covered with soft hair. In fact he had a clear treasure trail running all the way down to trimmed pubes.

Later she would analyze the difference between Eddie's body against her, and Locke's. The poor woman might feel a twinge of shame then, but for now she was riding high. His athletic frame promised a night of such intense passion. Her body spread wider as he slipped a third finger into her passage. Oh what lovely wet music he was making with them. Part of her wonder if Pi had taught him how to do that? Probably not. She gritted her teeth and gave him a heavy look. "Not... ngh... enough."

It was filthy how hard she squatted down on his hands, gushes of salty excitement gathering in his palm. Her hands stroked over his arms before she reached up and curled fingers tight into the tapestry. Even trapped somewhere between Locke and the wall she felt like she was going to crumple at any moment. Next time, next time she would take this slow – though she'd said the same with Eddie. Hopefully Locke didn't think her a slut. Was she one? Abby didn't care.

"Oh? You want something more?" His thumb grazed at her clit but only so he could get better leverage. His other hand curled against her ass and Locke lifted her up with a slide of cloth against old stone. It was him that hissed when his shaft hit wet petals and slipped along until it struck his fingers. His crown was precariously close to her opening.

Her hiss didn't have any words to it. Her legs strained like the tip of a dying man's tongue striving for water just out of reach. When his fine fingers spread her wider she squealed but bit the sound down. Thankfully Locke didn't torture her splayed pink any further. As his three fingers retreated rampant desire took their place. Abby's head lulled back and she focused on breathing, adjusting. Her legs wrapped around his thighs. One of them managed to hook over, the other remained splayed to the side until her lover powerfully wrapped his arm around it to hold her place. Not that she was go anywhere now that he'd speared her.

Once she'd conformed to his girth – which was considerably more than Edward's – wet congress began. He filled her quim so utterly that it made it feel smaller than before, the pressure was almost painful. To Abby it felt perfect and she rolled her hips against Locke's strong thrusts. Her hands wound deeper into the course fabric, tension rising.

Locke found her pussy more than adequate. The way slick walls drug against the sides of his shaft with just the right amount of friction, how she squeaked every time they completed an arc. He well knew he was bottoming her out already. His heavy balls still didn't quite reach her labia but it didn't matter. There was enough feminine juice dripping from her to coat them and his root until it started to gleam. The hall could not contain the rising scent of sex, nor the hard wet sound every time he dragged his cock nearly out of her before pushing back in. What Locke found the most amazing, and becoming, was the sensation of the tight ring of Abby's cervix pressed against the round of his tip. He'd never fit a woman so expertly before like a lock and a key. "Would it be terrible if I begged to cum inside of you, Abigail?"

It was impossible for her to answer at first as he used his teeth to grip and suckle at her lower lip. Her cry echoed down the corridor and no doubt was a clear claxon that someone was getting plowed hard and with abandon. Her clit was crushed and rubbed by his steady stroke and that made it difficult to recall what speech was too. Really, with him fucking her so damn hard the only thing she needed more than her own orgasm was to know that Locke's hot spunk was flying deep into her. It wasn't a rational desire by any stretch. Above her the fabric began to rip. "Please."

"I am hardly any good at begging." He grunted and shifted his weight to raise her up higher with his next too pushes. Now Locke was a man who had prided himself on having some stamina. However, he had never been inside a woman who fit so delightfully around his dick. Pulling out was not an option, nor was slowing down. The need to breed now ruled him completely, without any real desire to sew life into Abby's abdomen. If there was a danger of doing such she would have told him no. Locke's forehead settled against hers, pale hair mixing with her darker hue. "So, I would rather demand that you take my seed."