The Weapon - Genesis - part 7 By Diana the Valkyrie A costume for a superheroine After eating, it was time for bed. Well, not really, not according to any normal lifestyle. But she was quite persistent, and virtually dragged him up the stairs. "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak" he protested. "My strength is your strength, my power is your power, your flesh isn't as weak as it used to be" she replied. "Yes, I know, but." "But me no buts, you just lie down there quietly, I can see you're totally shagged out, leave it to me. I promise I'll be gentle." Gently, she surrounded him with her arms and legs, and drew him deep inside her using the power that no human woman could call on. Gently she squeezed and pulsated him, because she could see just how drained he was. And his orgasm, when it came, was soft and sweet, loving and gentle, just as she'd promised. It was so totally unlike the violent earthshattering blasts that he'd felt from her before, he was amazed that the same woman could deliver both. "I will love you and protect you and obey you. Until the end of time." "I will love you and protect you and command you. Until the end of time." He lay in her arms, feeling happy and loved. "And you're my beautiful kitten, my sex machine, my weapon." "And you're my Wielder, Mr Bigdog. So what was it you wanted to raise? Apart from that, of course?" "Clothes. If you're going to rescue kittens from trees and other such heroic stunts, I think you need a superhero costume, people kind of expect it." She stood up. "Like this?" He looked up; she'd created a new fourth layer shield, looking like a blue tunic with a red skirt, boots and cape. And a big S in a shield. "No, absolutely not. That's just a copy of something you saw. It's probably copyright, it certainly isn't original, and you do *not* want people calling you "Supergirl". Do you?" "No, of course not, they can call me the Weapon, obviously. So then what?" "And you needn't make your hair blonde, either." "Gentlemen prefer blondes, no?" "You look just fine as a black-hair, change it back." "OK, then." "And thicker, I mean, more body and bounce?" "Like this?" She tossed her head, and her hair swirled like a curtain in the wind. "OK, first of all, make the tunic white, snow white. If if gets dirty, you'll be able to clean it on-the-fly, won't you?" "No, but I can just close it down and start up a new one, same effect." "And a white skirt, no not that short, you don't want people trying to peek up it, do you?" "Yes, I do actually." "No you don't, girl, you have to at least pretend to be modest. Make it mid-thigh, and very full and swirly." She twirled to show how the skirt would fly out. "Yes, good. And the cape." "Also white?" "Yes, because it'll contrast so well with your black hair, and white is for purity and virginity, you know?." "Virginity?" "And purity." "Moi? A virgin? Erm, Duncan, I have news for you..." "No, kitten, I know, it's just the look we're going for, we're not actually going to claim that you are." "Oh, OK. Like this?" "Longer." "Like this?" "Longer" "If I make it any longer, it'll sweep the floor." "That's what I'm after, about six inches too long." "But ..." "Now you're all in white, so we add the contrast. A black belt round your waist, that'll emphasise your figure. Long black leather boots, calf high. OK, show me now?" She spun and twirled. "It's too long, it's sweeping the floor." "The thing is, Wendy, you're a flier. Hover several inches above the ground." "Like this?" "A few inches more. Yes, perfect. And I have a few ideas for how that lovely long cape can be used." "You mean, this is how people should see me? Hovering?" "Absolutely, hang on, it needs a logo." "Like the big S?" "Right, but obviously not that." "I'm a Weapon, it should be a big W" "W is good, in gold, I think? Yes, nice. But bigger. Bigger. Really big, you've got a lot of area there in front it can spread over. Yes, good, but now I think the belt should be gold. Right, great. And put the logo on the cape, too, gold again. And let's try black gloves. No, not woolly gloves, leather, soft kid leather? Right." She twisted and twirled. "Like it?" "You look terrific!" "How tall should I be?" "Wow, I bet no-one ever asked their clothes designer that question before. How about six foot exactly?" "Thus?" "And make your hair longer, down to your waist. Yes, very good. No, maybe a few inches more. Yes, perfect." "But if I'm hovering twelve inches in the air, everyone will have to look up at me." "Precisely, kitten. I want you to look very female, sexy as hell, but totally intimidating. The skirt and tunic say "look at me", the gloves and boots say "Don't mess with her", the height says the same, and you do not, no way, tangle with a woman who can fly." She smiled. "OK, Thunderbirds are go!" "Now come to bed." "Do I undress first?" "What do you think?" ... "Kitten?" "Mmm." "Come here." "I thought you said you couldn't ... " "I can't. But I just want to hold you, OK?" "Mmm. Put your head here, in between my, yes, there. Nice and soft, mmm? Sshhh, now, sleepy time." ... "Kitten?" "Mmm?" "You aren't breathing." "No, I thought that might keep you awake." "You thought ... you don't need to ... no, I suppose not. I guess you're right. But, um, there's no heartbeat either." "I don't have a heart." "No, but ..." "You think I should?" "Well, maybe not, but if it felt like you did? A bit of a heartbeat, it feels really strange otherwise" "Like this." "Yeh. That feels nice. Mmm." ... "Kitten?" "Mmm?" "I love you." "My strength is your strength. My power is your power. I will love you and protect you and obey you. Until the end of time." "Zzzzz" "Good morning, Duncan!" "What?" "New day, wake up!" "Unhhh..." "Come on, sleepyhead, the day's waiting for us!" "Wendy, it's Sunday, we sleep late ..." "Come one, wake up." "Nnnggg..." "OK, shower time." She jumped out of bed, picked him up and stood him in the shower as she turned the water on both of them. "AAaaaaarghhhh!!! COLD!!!" "What." "Let me out." "Nope, it's shower time." "NO! Stop that." She pushed him up against the cubicle wall out of the falling water, and started to soap him up. "No, Wendy, I can do that." "It's nicer if I do it, though." "Stop that." He tried to grab her arms, she just ignored his efforts to stop her. "Wendy, stop it. Weapon, I command you!" She took no notice, and got him soapy all over, then pulled him back under the water to rinse him off. "Aaaarghh, it's freezing!" "Come on," she said, "it isn't that bad." She helped him get out of the shower, then rubbed him down with the big bath towel. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He looked at her. "How come you're dry?" "Oh, I just pushed the water off me. Are you feeling better now?" "No. Why didn't you stop when I commanded you, I thought you're supposed to obey me? What happened to 'I command and you obey', huh?" "What, you think I'm some sort of machine?" "Er. Well, um. No, of course not." "Have you heard of Lord Nelson?" "Of course." "Sometimes the right thing to do is to disobey orders. Anyway, you were saying "stop" but you didn't actually want me to, did you?" "No. Yes. Kitten, that water was freezing!" "Invigorating. And I see you're more than a little invigorated." He looked down, not that he needed to. "Uh." "Go get dressed, I'll make you breakfast." When he got down to the kitchen, she'd boiled him a couple of eggs, and there was toast in the toast rack, and marmite on the table. "Mmm, marmite" he said, digging in, "but what about you?" "You only had two eggs, and since I don't really need to eat, I thought ..." He rubbed his knee. "It feels really sore this morning, I don't know why, I can't remember banging in to anything." "That'll be muscle soreness." "Why would I have muscle soreness?" "From vigorous exercise when you aren't used to it." "But I haven't been ... oh, you mean when we ... ?" She laughed. "No, honey, that isn't your knee." "Then what?" "Well, you know you've been having problems with that knee." "Yes, I do, you noticed?" "Of course I did. You favour it when you stand up or sit down. So I had a look inside ..." "You what?" "Had a look." "Inside?" "Where else would I look?" "You have X-ray vision?" "Now there's a thought, I never tried that. I probably could, yes, but I wouldn't want to use X-rays on you, they are a little bit damaging. No, I use neutrinos, they penetrate nicely, and do a lot less damage. So anyway, what it is, is the cartilage is a bit worn down, and the bones occasionally touch, and that's what hurts." "Great, I always wondered. But that doesn't help me, short of having knee surgery, which I don't fancy at all, nothing can be done for cartilage. And why does my knee hurt this morning?" "Right, the cartilage can't be fixed, but if the muscles round the knee were a bit stronger, they take more of the stress, and it would hurt less often." "Yes, so I guess I ought to be doing knee exercises?" She smiled. "Exactly! And that's why it hurts a bit this morning." "But I didn't do any knee exercises." "Yes you did, while you were asleep." "Let me get this straight. You exercised my knee while I was asleep?" "Mmmm." "Don't you think you should have asked me first?" "What?" "Wendy, you can't just mess around with someone's body without asking them first." "Oh? So what do you call sex?" "I call it great. But that's not without my consent, is it." "No." "So." "Oh." She started to cry. "I was only trying to help." "Oh, Wendy, I know, look, I'm not really upset, I just wanted you to know that you have to ask people first, even if you are just trying to help. Now stop crying, brace up, and have some toast and butter." "Sniff" "Blow" "Bleahurgggghhh" "There that's better. Kiss?" "Mmmm." "So. Right. Where's the newspaper?" "Here you go." "Hmm, look here." "What?" "In the paper, page five. Big forest fire in Australia, near Melbourne. It's caused lots of casualties already, fifteen dead, many others with burns, lots of property damage." She came round to look at the article." "Oh, Duncan, that's terrible, those poor people." He looked at her. "Maybe this is something for The Weapon?" "Oh! Could I?" "Well, the first question is, the strategic one, should you? And I think the answer to that is yes, I can't see any ethical or political downsides to helping to put out that fire. But the other question is, can you? How would you go about it?" She thought about it. "People usually use water on fires, right?" "Right." "Well, there's plenty of water nearby, Melbourne is on the coast." "Two problems, how to transport it. And the bigger problem; it's salt water. If you dump salt water on the land, you stop things growing on it in future." "Oh, I hadn't thought of that. See why I need you, Duncan? OK. Well, I could take the salt out, just use the water part of it." "You could? But how could you get it from the sea to the fire?" "Well, I could just sort of, well. Drink it, you know? And then, er, process it. And then ..." "Piss it out again, yes I see." "Look, you don't have to be quite so crude about it." "And anyway, one Wendy-ful of water isn't going to quench much." "I can get more in if I compress it." "You can't compress water." "Yes you can, it depends how much pressure you put on it." "You can?" "Sure, you break the hydroxy bonds, and you can scrunch it up quite small." "How much pressure does that take?" "Quite a lot. But I've got these black holes, remember? I can scrunch it up with those." He stood up. "OK, we have a strategy, we have tactics. Time for action! Get your costume on." She twirled on one leg. "You got that from Wonder Woman, didn't you!" She laughed. "Well, it's as good a way as any. How do we get to Australia?" "I could go by airplane." "Isn't that a complete waste of money? You've got a perfectly good aircraft standing right here, ready for take-off." "Yeah, but do you do in-flight entertainment?" "I bet I could entertain you in-flight better than a Crocodile Dundee movie." "Maybe you could, at that. How much are the tickets?" "Six-fifty" "OK, you've talked me into it. When do we check in?" "Now!" and she grabbed him, and took off. "Wait, wait," he said, "we have to do this properly." "What?" "Look, you can fly half way round the world in ten minutes, right?" "Sure" "I'd be dead before ten seconds were up." "Of course, that's why I have to chug along really slowly." "But we can use your cape. Wrap it round me, all the way, seal it up so it's airtight." "You'll be alright in there?" "I'll tell you if I'm not. You just gradually increase your speed, I'll let you know if I'm in trouble." "Sounds like a good plan." She folded her cape around him protectively, and put one arm around his waist to hold him against her body. "Up up, and away!" she shouted, punching the other fist into the air. "Superman," he muttered, "she's a Superman fan. Nuts." He couldn't see what was happening, but he felt the acceleration. "How fast are we going?" he asked. "Umm, a couple of hundred knots. Moving up ... " "Keep me posted." "We're at ten thousand feet, four hundred knots, are you OK?" "I'm just fine, it's nice down here. When does the in-flight entertainment start?" "When we get to cruising speed sir. Please keep your seat belt on for now." "What seat belt" "My arm round you." "Oh." "We're at twenty thousand now, over the North Sea, there might be some vibration as we go supersonic." "Supersonic?" "Faster than sound. OK, Mach one now ..." He felt a shudder as she broke through the compressed sound waves, then the flight became smooth and calm again. "OK down there?" "All present and correct. When do you serve lunch?" "It isn't time for lunch yet." "How about the drinks trolley?" "You want some milk?" "What? You got milk?" "Kidding." "Oh. Well, you never know, let's just see ..." "Hey!" "What?" "That tickles" "It's supposed to tickle." "You do this whenever you fly?" "No, but I sure plan to in future." "Mach two, and we're at cruising height, thirty thousand feet. Accelerating up to Mach three now ..." "Kitten, have you heard of the Five Mile Club?" "Um, no, what's that about?" "You have to, you know, do it? Five miles up?" "Oh, in an airplane?" "I don't know if the rules say airplane, I'd guess balloon would do." "I'm not a balloon." "No, Wendy, I didn't think you were. But ... " "Look, wait a minute, let me hold you round here ... " "And I'll pull down your ... Oh." "What?" "You know what we forgot?" "What?" "When we were designing your costume?" "What?" "Well, you've got a skirt. But ... no panties?" "No bra either, I assumed it was because I don't really need one, and it would look kind of silly with a skin-tight lycra top." "Yeah, but no panties, what could I have been thinking of." "I know exactly what you were thinking of." "You'll just have to be careful about the skirt flying up when you're near the ground." "So are you going to just talk about this, or what?" "Oh." "Oooh." "Nice." "Very." "Mmmm. Sweetheart, why don't you have a nice nap now, I'll wake you up when we get there." "How long will that be?" "Uh, about five hours now. You just snuggle up close, you had a very early wake-up this morning, just get your head down and nestle in close ... Duncan? Duncan?" "Zzzzzzzzz."