Far and beyond

A shocking realization

As the elevator doors closed and the bell rang, a southing female voice was heard saying "where would you like to go?". 

- Takes us to the library Darcie. - Said Mona instantly while the two men shared a look that indicated a lack of knowledge as to why they would be going to the library. 

After a few dozen seconds of holding in their questions. The two men followed Mona out of the elevator. They managed to hold their questions so long because of the unspoken "never share information in the elevator" rule. No one knew for sure, but the rumors were that Darcie, the kind lady voice in the elevator, was gathering every piece of information she could get her hands on. Steph considered it to be a conspiracy. Still, better to be safe then sorry. Monsa on the other hand was not so skeptical of the idea. Information holds power. And whoever is in possession of all the information is in possession of all the power. At least, that was the theory. 

- Okay miss big time explorer. What's got you all smily this morning? Except for your lovely man of course. - said Michael jokingly. 

- I'm going to be in the history books boys. Young girls and boys are going to be learning about me in school. My name is going to be next to those of Amelia Earhart and Marie Curie. I am going to be the one to discover sentient alien life. Oh, if only Nobel prizes were still a thing... I'm sure I would get one, or at least be nominated... - Monsa had a weird fluctuation in her voice. It was going from overly cheerful to almost sad. 

Steph and Mike were speechless. They were both looking at her with their gaze filled with disbelief. 

- What's the matter boys? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say, aliens? - Monsa giggled as she looked at the still silent men. - That's the reason we had to go to the library. I couldn't risk Daisy hearing all about this top secret mission that only me and my team should know about. You see, the flower I told Steph about, the one that just broke apart once it was pulled from the ground, it wasn't the only one. There were rows and rows of it. They were parallel. The people from above think it's an alien plantation of some sorts, we still don't know what exactly, it's probably food. God, it's a good thing everything is available to anyone at every moment. Makes the book filled, people deprived rooms they call libraries such a good place for private conversations. I mean, if you told people not to go somewhere, they would instinctively wonder what is in there and why they shouldn't go. BUT, if you make a room and tell people it's interesting, but everything that is interesting about it can be found in another place in and it's much easier to access and much more interesting, well, you get a room where I can tell someone we just found aliens and no one would hear it. Huh, funny right?

- That's not true. Libraries are still interesting. People just don't know the value of a good book that's all. - Steph relied with the look on his face that indicated he was still feeling a bit of a hangover and nothing else.

- Excuse me? Steph? She just told you aliens exist. AND, they are on THIS planet. OUR planet. The planet where we are right now. Oh, and not just that, they are near the place that we are supposed to be at in a few hours!! And all you can talk about is libraries? Jesus Christ man. - said Mike. He had no intention to shout, but the excitement mixed with a slightly higher than usual feeling of fear made his voice go up a couple of decibels.

- Well, libraries, I know are real. Aliens? Nah. And also, we discovered new planets and stuff, and people still believe in Jesus? Really? - Steph had a tone that made Michael even more nervous. It made him feel like he is not taking the situation seriously.

- Woah, why would people not believe Jesus is real just because they discovered new planets? Remember what happened when they discovered the Americas? Bam, went straight to conversion. It made their faith even stronger. Even when they ran into the Aztec or Maya or whatever they were called. They were alien to them, and they were still in the mood for some Jesusing. - Monsa stepped into the conversation, wanting to break the vividly raising tension between both men.

- You guys are nuts. Instead of focusing on the danger that we could face out there, you are joking around talking about the middle ages and libraries. Look, we have to get down to the garage, and we have to get our gear from the loading bay. We WILL talk about this on the train. - Michael just rushed out of the room after his speech was over. He was not in a friendly mood.

- So, empty room. The two of us alone. If Mike is to believed, an apocalypses on our doorstep. Would be a shame to have the world end on us and not say goodbye the proper way. - Steph came closer to Monsa, as her back was pressed against a shelf of dusty books.

- Hm, the proper way you say. I would like to see what you mean when you say that. - all the excitement she faced after leaving the house did not make her forget how she felt before the coffee got spilled earlier in the morning.

Monsa pulled Steph closer to her and pressed her lips against his. One of her palms was felling the hairs of his stubble and somewhat scruffy beard. The other one was way lower. His pants were only held up by a button and a zipper. No belt. Easy work, she thought. As she had done a thousand times before, she unzipped his pants and made short work of the metal button. It was funny, she thought, how humans still used zippers and buttons after all of these years. Steph was not just standing idle all that time. His left hand spent a moment between her shoulder blades, only to realize that her bra didn't have one of those straps. He was not left handed. He always used his left hand for bra straps. Instead, he reached down. Both of his hands were grabbing her thighs. He loved the shape of her ass. It was evident that her morning swim sessions and all the other physicals activities she was doing were doing their part in keeping it firm. As he felt her hand sliding into his underwear he let out a gasp. He opened his previously closed eyes to see Monsa staring back at him. She knew what she was doing, she knew what he liked. She knew how to get him gasping for air. And she wanted him to see that she knew. The library wasn't quiet for long. As both their bodies were pressed up against each other, moving as one, the dust was shook off the books. Steph had his feet firmly on the ground while Monsa had hers around his back. Her legs could feel the outer edges of his pelvic bone and his hands as he held her up. Her arms were around his neck, with her hands on the back of his head. She whispered to him how much she loved him as the motion kept getting faster and faster until it suddenly stopped. A couple of books fell from the shelf. They kissed. This was the morning they intended to have.