1. Love, lies, and the apocalypse


    Date: 9/27/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    fire up the engines and caterpillar back to our home co-ordinates, and every second of every hour of every day, the glacier carries us away. Year on year, the ice beneath our mobile home is thinning. Year on year, replenishing inland snowstorms grow less and less frequent. One day soon the evidence will simply collapse into the ocean. And with its demise, the seas will rise. Cities will vanish between the waves and refugees will swarm inland like army ants, stripping the land, consuming everything in their path. Society will collapse as surely as the glacier will collapse, and civilisation as we know it will come to an end. * Like almost everyone here, Maria 'Mia' Sparrow was a scientist. Like her pseudo film-star-name-sake, she was blonde, short-haired, petite and waif-like, hardly the stuff of Antarctic explorers, and yet here she was, working, contributing, pulling her weight like some burly marine. Until the incident that almost claimed her, I had merely acknowledged her in passing, had stolen glances at the legendary nipples that almost poked through her too-tight tee-shirts, but that was all. She was simply one of the fifty-seven. Most of the time, I was too busy, too tired, or too distracted, to even care that she was female. Sitting at her bedside, waiting for her to wake, aching to once again look into those fragile eyes, I knew things would never be the same. In that brief, incoherent moment out on the raging ice, she had given herself over to me, entrusted her ...
    future to me. I, in turn, had accepted. And so here I was, self-appointed guardian of this damaged woman, giving all of my free time to see my mission through, to monitor her recovery, measure her progress, till she was once again back on her feet and fully independent. Doc had assured me that the loss of the ring and little fingers on her left hand would be no impediment to her career, nor would the loss of her little toes. Her face, though seared by the elements, would soon be almost like new, while her half-ears could be easily hidden by growing her hair. Internally, I had laughed at that: even I, who barely knew her, understood she would never grow her hair, would wear her imperfect ears like a badge of honour. * 'Mia?' She was stirring, grimacing, as if suddenly aware of acute pain, though the analgesics in her system would surely be working hard to numb it. I tried again. 'Mia? It's okay. You're in sick-bay. You were a bit banged up when we found you, though Doc says you're going to be fine.' I gently rested a reassuring hand on her bare shoulder. She calmed. She stilled. Cracked lips moved but no sound came. 'Thank you.' Then she opened her eyes. She opened her eyes and gazed into mine, and I instantly knew I loved her. After trying and failing to lift her head, her eyes closed again and she drifted into sleep. I sat and cried for all I had gained, for all I might lose, then sat and cried some more, till the nurse came to change her dressings. * 'We're going to fuck, ...
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