Language: yes, I use the “F” word

Sex: Of course there is sex, the hot and nasty kind. Depictions of consenting adults participating in same sex unions and possibly light BDSM scenarios, so if you are vanilla, be warned that this is dark chocolate, both bitter and sweet.

Violence: some and shit gets blown up too!

The sun came up over the ridge gradually warming the valley where the old creek bed ran north into the mountains. Drelica woke up to the smell of coffee wafting into her tent. Mark was up, and he was making breakfast. She stretched, yawned and lay still for a second gathering her thoughts. She wanted to get back to the base camp and get the packaged specimens loaded on the truck to Austin as soon as possible. She was going to accompany them back to the museum and do a presentation to the museum board and give a state of the dig address. Drelica was confident these fossils would make them wet for a bigger find since it was early enough in the season to really do some digging.

As she sat up and looked for her socks and boots, her thoughts turned to her masturbation session last night. She smiled to herself, well no wonder you slept good, Drel…that was fuckin’ hot! She couldn’t believe she had a fantasy about her sister’s ex girlfriend. There was just something about Torrid Duncan that Drelica found compelling. She shook her head, I won’t figure it out today, and that’s for damn sure. I got too much to do. She stepped out of her tent to see Mark standing there with a steaming cup in his hand, smiling.

“Good morning, Doc—“ he said, handing her the cup. “How’d you sleep?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she said as she sipped the hot brew, “Deliciously.” She purred.

Mark laughed to himself, I’ll bet. He had a hard time sleeping himself, having overheard the Doc’s nocturnal activities. He smiled to himself, thinking it was cool that she was human, and wondered who it was she was thinking about; he never saw her with anyone.

While Dr. Truman ate breakfast and went over notes, Mark dismantled the camp and packed the gear into the Jeep. A half hour later, they were packed and ready to head back to the base camp.

“Okay Doc, we’re ready to roll, “ Mark said as he grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler. “We can be back by lunch and then Jimmy and the boys can start loading the kids up for the truck to Austin.”

“Great! Well let me get the Polaroids and then we can hit the trail.”
Drelica used a few boxes of film documenting the site and the landmarks so they can find the campsite again when they return in a few weeks. She put the photos in her fanny pack and climbed into the Jeep. Mark put the Jeep in gear and pulled away. As the Jeep headed back toward the main road, it disappeared in the distance. Its passing was noticed by a pair of eyes that had watched them all night.

The watcher reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a satellite phone. He dialled a number and waited.

“Yes sir, It’s me. They just left.” The watcher said. “No, I don’t know who they are, possibly geologists, or some of those dinosaur hunters from that museum down in Houston. They have a dig they are working up the creek.”

“Keep an eye on them. If they get too close, you know what to do.” Said the voice on the other end of the line.

“Yes sir, “ replied the watcher, “I know exactly what to do.”

Torrid stirred a sweetener into her latte and sipped it through the foaming cream. She turned the page of her biker magazine and crunched on her cinnamon biscotti. It was her weekend morning routine; coffee and biscotti at Agora. Lock Jaw napped lazily under her chair and she sat back and listened to the Middle Eastern beat coming from the Jukebox.

She woke up in a good mood this morning and decided to take the big boy out for a walk. She didn’t really have anything pressing having decided to give herself a vacation, and closed the shop for a few days. She entertained the idea of driving down to the coast and doing some fishing, but the thought of stinky fish didn’t thrill her. Maybe a day trip somewhere? Possibly, she answered herself. But, where?

She turned the page of the magazine to an article on the best rides of Austin. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm…Austin. I could do a weekend in Austin. Hippie Hollow, naked chicks hanging from the trees, yeah. Austin yeah! She smiled as she sipped her Latte. A wicked grin crossed her face as she imagined the good Dino Doctor skinny-dipping in a quarry pond. She remembered her wack off session the previous night, and grinned. Oh yeah…I’d love to see that. I got a bone for you to dig, Doc! she snickered to herself.

Torrid sighed, she wondered if thinking of Drelica was a weird subconscious way of thinking of Monica, but then the very mental mentioning of Monica’s name made her stomach turn. Nope. Drelica does not make my stomach turn…her fucked up sister does. Monica was a mystery to her, even now months after her break-up; she thanked the gods that it was over and done with.

Okay so it wasn’t that, but what was it about Drelica? Maybe Torrid was just lonely and feeling the separation anxiety. Yeah, that’s it, she thought. A weekend away will do me some good. She smiled and finished her coffee.

Back at the base camp, Dr. Truman and Mark had unloaded the camp gear and began the grunting task of loading the fossil specimens onto the truck without the benefit of a forklift.

The fossils themselves were still embedded in hundreds of pounds of stone, which they would be extracted from at the museum lab. The plaster covers placed over the exposed fossil would create a protective jacket during transit. Digging the fossils out of the dirt was one thing; extracting and preserving them was something else; a job that would last months.

But these two Casmasaur specimens and the fragments of a predator would be enough to present to the board and get additional backing for this dig site. Drelica had a feeling that this area was once a hot spot for dinosaur activity in the cretaceous period. The bones of the predators looked to be that of dromeasaurs. Could be Raptors, could be Deinonicus, she wasn’t sure.

Raptors. Drelica shuttered at the thought. Down through global history, raptors are easily considered the 5th most dangerous species to ever walk the earth. Her theory that they were partially responsible for the extinction process wasn’t too far fetched. They were an advanced predator who hunted in pack formations and advanced ambush attacks. They would not isolate their kill to the weak or old members of the herd. Shit, they were a lot like people. Now that’s scary! She laughed to herself

When the last one was loaded and secured onto the truck, the drivers were assigned their route and given their two-way radios. The caravan would be leaving within the hour, and Drelica would be in her Austin office before nightfall. She was looking forward to a real shower, and a real bed, and some Chinese takeout. Drelica would stay the weekend in Austin at the field office filing all the paperwork of the find and documentation with the state and on Monday she would fly to Houston to address the board and present the specimens. That would give the receiving team a chance to unpack, and clean up the kids before the meeting.

An hour later, Drelica was leading the caravan eastward toward Austin.

It had been a long and tiring day, but she was glad to be back in civilization; the drive had been hot and sticky, and she was glad to check into her motel room.

In her office, Drelica leaned over her desk, looking for the paperwork that got shoved under the pile during her conversation with David Templeton, the curator of the Austin geological society’s fossil exhibit at the University of Texas.
Before she saw the shadow grow across the desk, she felt the heat,
then the grip of Torrid's hands around her waist. She started, but the force of Torrid's hands moving up to her shoulders kept her still. She instinctively stiffened as though to fight, but Torrid's purring whisper in her ear stayed her,
"Drelica..." Torrid said in a seductive tone that made Drelica instantly wet.

Gods, Drelica thought, as she felt Torrid's mouth against her earlobe. Torrid's hands on her body, claiming her after all this time. The tension that had been building between them was maddening. It was about to all break loose.

Torrid spun Drelica around to face her and pushed her back on top of her desk, leaning herself over her. Torrid covered her mouth with hard deep kisses, her hands now gripping Drelica's wrists. Torrid's thigh slid forcefully between Drelica's legs
A gasp escaped Drelica's mouth as Torrid pressed her thigh into Drelica's wetness, soaking her panties and skirt. Drelica instinctively spread her legs wider as Torrid released her grip on Drelica's wrist and moved it to press gently on her abdomen. Drelica moaned and squirmed under Torrid's arousing explorations. Torrid placed her mouth of Drelica's neck, sucking and biting with force, causing Drelica to whence at the pain and start. Torrid held her tight, and continued to bite her, sucking down hard on her sweet flesh. Drelica gasped at the sudden rush of arousal that came over her, and she gave in to this claiming, for she had secretly longed for it from the day she first laid eyes on Torrid Duncan. She wished for a second, that Torrid would draw blood... But Torrid released her, and guided Drelica's mouth to hers.
Torrid hungrily took her mouth,
She fought her dark nature, battled herself to be gentle, to be passionate, to stay the dark hunger for pain and conquering; to give as much as was taken, and to be softer.
This was uncharted territory for Torrid, but Drelica wasn't complaining!

Torrid broke the kiss and sat up...tracing her hand down Drelica's abdomen, lower to the button of her denim skirt. She took a beat, then unbuttoned it and pulled it off, tossing it over her shoulder. Drelica gasped as Torrid descended softly to her navel and began to kiss and lick her way downward. Drelica leaned up and placed her hands on Torrid's head, kneading her fingers through Torrid's raven locks.

Drelica moaned or gasped, she wasn't sure which, when Torrid's tongue entered her with force, and her mouth wrapped itself around Drelica's whole wet center. Her legs became boneless and splayed themselves to the sides as Torrid devoured her sex. Her strong hands gripping Drelica's thighs, marking them; Drelica's fingers twisted around Torrid's hair pulling her deeper into her wet passion. Lost in a haze for what seemed like hours, Drelica was floating on a dreamscape when the sound of something screeching in the distance made her wonder what that noise was?
Her mind snapped back as the rushes hit her over and over, the sound was the screams coming from her own throat as she came hard, crashing wave after wave of her throbbing clit in Torrid's mouth.
She quivered all over, and spots were forming in her peripheral vision, "Torrid!" she gasped, "TORRID!" she exclaimed.
Torrid stopped and looked up at Drelica who was literally about to pass out, smiling at her.
Torrid moved up, reclaiming her spot atop Drelica and as she did she gripped Drelica's legs and wrapped them around her waist. She reached out with one hand and touched Drelica's neck, and gently pulled her closer, kissing her fully sharing the flavor of her passion with it's owner.
Drelica returned the kiss,
her mouth was warm and soft and sweet.
Torrid lost herself in it, as though this was the first kiss she ever knew...

Tongues danced sensually as passion spurred anew,
and the kiss broke through walls that had held Torrid's soul in limbo for what seemed like a lifetime.
Her breath caught in her lungs and she began to tremble. It was a kiss like no other. Torrid was trembling in Drelica’s embrace. Drelica wrapped her self around Torrid and sighed with passion, affection and satisfaction.

Drelica was pulled from her daydream by the banging at her motel room door.
”Fuck!” she said as she turned off the shower massager and wrapped a towel around herself. “This better be a goddamned emergency!” She muttered angrily opening the door. She froze. It was Monica.

“Hey Sis,” Monica said, “Long time no see.”