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A Phule in Love	By : Foxfeather Category: M through R > Phlue Series Views: 1445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Phule's Company belongs to Robert Asprin. I'm only playing with them a bit.

A Phule in Love

„That man needs to get laid.“

The murmured conversations in the room died and everybody turned to look at the person who had uttered those words.

Rembrandt shrugged. “I mean, just look at him! He’s done nothing but thinking how to get us out of the mess with those mafia bosses Pruett sent to us, and now that that’s settled he’s head over heels into some other business. Can anybody of you remember when he’s last done something for himself?”

Mentioned ‘him’ was nobody else than Willard Phule, youngest megamillionaire this side of the galaxy and Captain of Phule’s Company, or the Omega Mob, as they called themselves.

Phule had made a mistake once in his military career and had been sent to command the Mob as a punishment. The legionnaires he’d met when he arrived had been the dregs of the Space Legion, all those who didn’t fit in anywhere else. Under the name of Captain Jester, Phule had not only managed to weld the Omega loners and misfits into one big family, but had them turn into one of the top companies of the Space Legion as well.

And as he looked after each and every individual of his company without thinking about his own well being, the legionnaires tried to think about it for him.

Normally, Phule’s butler, Beeker, would have an eye on him and bully him to get something to eat or go to bed. But after the last events, Beeker had left his charge to take care of some loose ends.

So the other CO’s had decided to take care of him. After the debriefing of their last mission, Phule had left the combined Command / Communications Central to take care of all those odds and ends their encounter had left as well as some of the preparations for the next mission.

That left top sergeant Brandy, lieutenants Rembrandt and Armstrong and supply sergeant Chocolate Harry in his wake, as well as Mother, the communications officer and Tusk-anini, who spent almost all of his off-duty time in the Comm Central to read.

After Rembrandt’s remark and question, everybody thought back over the last days, then the last weeks.

“Cannot remember”, Tusk-anini growled from his corner. The Volton was one of the few non-humans in the company. Though he resembled a huge, humanoid warthog, Tusk-anini was one of the most intelligent members of the Omega Company, and one of the most observant, too.

“I saw him at the pool. Actually took a swim”, Brandy mentioned.

Rembrandt looked at her. “When was that, Top?”

“Uh, dunno, before that mafia thing broke lose, I think.”

“Than it was weeks ago”, Armstrong used his fingers to track the time back to when the chaos with the mafia on Lorelei had started.

The company had become stockholder of the Fat Chance casino on the space station Lorelei when they had got the mission to help the owner against criminals who wanted to take it over. Their opponent had been Maxine Pruett, who owned almost every other casino on the station. Max had tried many things to get Phule and the company to get rid of their share of the Fat Chance. And had failed. Last thing she’d tried was to involve the Mafia in this thing, only to have to watch Phule mediate a meeting between the Mafia and the Yakusa that resulted in a truce between both families and declared Lorelei a neutral zone.

“What exactly do you mean, get laid?” Chocolate Harry wanted to know.

That got him odd looks by the rest of the legionnaires.

“Get laid, get fucked, have sex, y’know the thing with the flowers and the bees?” Brandy explained.

“I know what it means!” Harry cleared his throat. “I meant, why and by whom?”

“As for the why, it would take his mind off things”, Rembrandt explained. “As for the by whom…”

“Uhm, well, I think there are lots of ladies that are attracted to him…” Brandy trailed off.

The other officers snickered. It was no secret that Brandy had a crush on the captain. But to see them together in that particular type of activity was something even Brandy herself had a hard time picturing. Phule was whiplash lean and always seemed to radiate barely suppressed energy. Brandy was, well, large, and that in every possible direction. The mental picture of them getting at it was somehow disturbing.

“I think it’s not the problem of who is going to be the one, I think the Captain is able to figure that one out for himself. The problem is how do we present this idea to him”, Rembrandt mused.

“What if we have all the interested parties take a hit on him and then let him decide?” Brandy suggested.

“Wouldn’t work. Remember Tiffany?”

When the Omega Company had first set foot in the Fat Chance, they had hired some actors to fill the gaps that some undercover actions had left. One of the actresses had been mentioned Tiffany, who had tried to get the Captain’s attention almost the whole mission long. And had failed.

“Tusk-anini’s right. And I don’t have any other idea”, Armstrong sighed.

“Why not call this reporter, Jennie? They seemed to like each other”, Rembrandt said. “Mother, what do think?”

“mggglesndjx”, came the muffled answer. Mother ducked behind her equipment, her face red as a tomato.

“Aw, shit, I forgot again.” Rembrandt slapped her forehead.

As saucy and witty Mother was over the comm unit, as shy she was when it came to a face-to-face conversation.

All officers and Tusk-anini turned their back to her, then Rembrandt opened a comm-channel.

“Yo, Remmie, I don’t think that’ll work”, Mother’s voice filled the room.

“Why not?”

“First, she and Big Daddy are just friends. Second, she’s with her cameraman. Third, they’re going to get married in a few months.”

“Oh.”

“Why don’t we start a raffle. First price is a night with the captain”, Brandy suggested.

“Not good, Super Sarge”, Mother chimed in. “What if one of the boys wins? Somehow I don’t think the boss turns that way. And if we let only the ladies play, the boys are likely to want a similar game of their own. You going to be the price?”

“Erg…” Brandy managed.

“And anyhow, don’t you think we should ask the fearless leader first if he’s going to be the price?” Mother continued.

“What about an auction? The money could go to some welfare project.” Armstrong threw in.

“You going to explain to him what he’s got to do with his winner? And who’s gonna be the other ‘objects’ of that auction?”

“Uh…”

“Thought so.”

“Why don’t we all think about other possible solutions and meet again tomorrow?” Rembrandt suggested.

The others nodded and, cleaning up coffee cups and toffee wrappers from their meeting, left the room.

Mother had many chances to watch the evidence of Rembrandt’s idea over the rest of the day. Phule seemed to handle five things at once, when he finally settled down behind his port-a-brain computer. The cup of coffee stood long cold next to the piles of paperwork, since Phule had tried to drink it and found it too hot for his liking. Mother had ordered somebody up with a tray of food, that, as far as she could see from behind her comm console, he had not even noticed. As far as it had been possible, she had battered off any callers whose questions were not of imminent urgency or had put them through to other legionnaires who could help them. Her shift had ended long ago now, and Phule was still busy at his computer. Irritated, he looked around when his wrist comm beeped. He saw to it that he did not even look as if he would look at Mother behind her equipment when he opened the link.

“What is it, Mother?”

“O BizWhiz, have you noticed the time?”

Phule looked at the tiny clock in the corner of his screen. It said 2:23 am.

“Yes, Mother, I have now.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Don’t you think it’s time to go inspect your inner eyelids?”

“I’m not tired.” Phule had to suppress a huge yawn.

“Sure, lover-boy. And I’m the King of China.”

“You’re the Queen of China, Mother.”

“See?”

Phule grinned. “Now what?”

“Now you be a good lad and go over to the next room. There is a piece of furniture, the one with the soft mattress and the even softer covers. It’s called a bed. You change into something that’s called PJ’s and lie down in this bed, under the covers.”

“And what do I do then?”

“It’s called sleeping.”

“Aha!”

“Never heard of it, did you?”

Phule chuckled. “I think I heard about it in a fairy tale.”

Mother laughed. “Now shoo, or I’ll cut off the current to your computer!”

“It runs on batteries.”

The lights in the room flickered threateningly.

“Okay, okay! You won!”

Phule cut the connection and set up his computer to check the share prices, as usual, then stood up, stretched and walked past Mother into the next room, where his bed stood. Mother blushed and ducked behind her screen when he passed, but gave a little goodnight wave that he answered with a wink.

Mother programmed her equipment to record all incoming calls and patch through everything marked as important to her own wrist comm, then cleared up her place for the next day and shut down the lights. One last look around the room made her notice that in the captain’s bedroom the light was still on. Mother thought for a moment, then silently walked over to the door and pressed the call button. The room was sound proof, so knocking would have done no good. The door opened with a soft click. Mother peered inside.

Phule looked up at her and smiled. He was sitting in his bed, donned in dark green pajamas, the bedcovers up to his waist. “I did what you told me to do, see?” he said.

Mother averted her eyes, but made a dissatisfied tsk-ing sound.

Still not looking at her Captain, she entered the room and strode over to the bed. The door closed behind her and locked itself again with a hissing sound. With deft movements she took away the laptop computer Phule had set up, closed it and placed it out of his reach.

Phule pouted. “But, Mother, I’m still not tired. And I have so many things…”

“Shhh.”

“But…”

“Shhh!”

Mother stood by his bedside, mustering some point about 10 inches away from his left shoulder. Then she nodded once and began swiftly unbuttoning the top of his PJs.

“Mother! What are you…”

“Shhhhh!!!”

All buttons opened, Mother lifted his right side and turned him around onto his stomach. With one quick movement, she had him out of his shirt and reached over to dim the lights down to near darkness.

“You’re not tired are you?” she said to the back of his head. Now that it was dark enough that she wasn’t able to see him clearly, she found the courage to talk to him.

“Well, if a good massage isn’t going to do the job, I’m losing my touch. Everybody I gave a massage fell asleep within minutes.”

“Hmmppfff”, Phule mumbled into his pillow.

“Turn your head to the side, or you’ll suffocate!”

Phule obeyed Mothers command and listened to her search something in the bathroom and coming back to the bed, then some rustling noises when she moved to do something he couldn’t make out in the dim, almost nonexistent light. Then the mattress dipped and he felt her straddling his upper thighs.

“Is this okay or am I too heavy?” Mother shifted around, placing a hand on his buttocks to keep her balance, and Phule momentarily forgot what he was about to answer.

“Better?”

“Hmmpflg.”

“I take that as a yes, big boss.”

Phule heard her rub her hands together to warm them. Dimly he noticed her feet left and right of his legs and came to the conclusion that the rustling noises had been her getting rid of her boots. Then her hands touched down on his shoulders and raised goose bumps all over his body. Her hands were slick with something not quite as warm as her palms. The scent of his body lotion filled the room.

“No wonder you can’t sleep. You’re as tense as a log of wood”, he heard her mumble as if to herself. Then she leaned down to work some Gordian know out of his right shoulder and he felt his insides turn to mush. Gods, this felt good!

While Mother’s hands worked their magic, Phule lost himself in the contented and lulling feelings. His worries drifted away and he thought dreamily that he couldn’t really remember the last time someone had touched him like this. Or in other ways. Dimly he noticed that where his mind and back relaxed into a puddle, other body parts did the exact opposite thing. It didn’t matter, as long as Mother didn’t stop doing what she was doing.

Half asleep, he hmmmed a protest when Mother finally stopped her attentions to his back and lifted her comforting weight from his lower extremities. When she started to turn him around to lie on his back, he remembered with a pang the state he was in. He felt himself blush fiercely. But the light was low, his eyes where closed, and if he pretended to be asleep, she might not notice the tent in the sheets.

Trying to breathe evenly, he listened to the sound she made. First, there was a pause. Perhaps she was trying to find the cap of the lotion. Then rustling sounds. Phule suppressed a sigh. She was putting her boots back on. The memory of that pinup Mother had done together with Supergnat and Brandy on Haskin’s Planet flashed through his mind. He remembered it exactly. No wonder, he had looked at it long enough back then. And again and again when he stumbled over it while packing or unpacking his things for a new mission. The mental image did his condition no good.

After a clicking sound that indicated that the light was now completely dimmed down, the room was silent again. Phule strained his ears and could make out Mother’s breathing. Had she noticed his arousal? He tried not to gulp. He hoped that if she had noticed, she’d be to shy to talk about it the next day.

Something moved, and then he gasped when Mother’s lips met his for a not very shy kiss. Phule’s eyes flew open and instinctively, he tried to capture her head with his hands. But Mother caught his wrists and pinned them down at his sides. Her tongue sneaked into his mouth and sampled everything therein within reach. Forgetting his shock, he returned the kiss and tried to take control of it. At once, Mother withdrew.

“What…” He tried to follow her mouth, but the way she had pinned his arms down prevented that.

“Shhh. Let me.”

He let his head fall back down and was rewarded with the feel of her hair, normally held back in a short braid, brushing over his chest. Then her lips closed over his nipple and he arched up from the bed with the sensation. Still not able to move far, he panted and moaned his excitement over her administrations into the dark room. He’d had no idea this area of his body could be this sensitive. Her mouth moved over to let his other nipple get its share and her breath cooled down the moisture her kisses and licks had left and made him shudder with the sensation.

Then she suddenly withdrew and let go of his wrists. He moaned a protest and tried to sit up to search for her.

“Don’t”, came her order from his bedside.

Then he felt the sheets being tugged down and thrown out of the way. Nimble fingers lifted the waistband of his pajama bottoms and tugged them down without touching his aching member and completely off.

“Don’t move. Not even your pinkie!” came her command. Phule obeyed in appreciation of what was likely to come next. The mattress dipped and he could feel Mother kneeling over his legs, but not touching him. Her hands moved with feathering touched over his chest and down, down, only to be removed completely before they reached to spot of him where he wanted them most. He groaned in frustrated protest.

“Shhh. Don’t move”, came Mother’s voice from above him, now tinged with a husky note he had never heard in it before. He felt her shift and then something hot and wet touched his arousal and slid down on him like a burning glove.

His hands clawed down into the bed sheets as his body arched up to sink deeper into the deep cavern of Mother’s sex. He’d had no idea when she’d gotten rid of her clothes and he didn’t care. This was more than his brain could analyze at the moment. It shut down and gave the commando to the sensations and emotions flowing through his body like the waves of a boiling ocean. His hands, no longer controlled by his mind flew up and touched Mother’s firm flesh, moved to her breasts as she rode him. He pulled her down to him, claimed her mouth in a ravishing kiss. His hands moved all over her body, the need of feeling her close made him turn them over to be able to mould his body to hers even more. She crossed her legs behind his back and he felt as if her heat was sucking him in, making them one being. Her climax gripped him and triggered his own and they both rode down wave after wave of that ocean of stars that engulfed them.

He couldn’t say what amount of time had passed until he was able to move again. Reluctantly he rolled back onto his back, wincing at the feeling of loss when his softened member slid out of her. Mother turned to her side and cuddled up to him, using his shoulder as a pillow.

Phule replayed what had just happened in his mind.

“Mother?”

“Hmmm?”

“Did you plan this?”

“No.”

When he didn’t answer she mumbled: “T’was a coincidence.”

“Huh? Coincidence with what?”

“With what Remmie said.”

“And what did Remmie say?”

“That you needed to get laid.”

“Wha…?” Phule made a pause to ponder that thought. “Can you explain this further?”

“She said you’d need someone to look after you and to turn your mind off things. Best way she could think to do that was getting you laid. We couldn’t decide by whom, though.”

“And so you volunteered?” Phule asked. The more he heard, the angrier he got.

Mother sensed something was wrong and decided it was worth waking up enough to replay their conversation in her mind. Coming to the same conclusion he had, she winced.

“No!”

“You thought, why don’t I take the chance I got and seduce the old fellah and boast with it in front of my friends?” Phule entangled his left arm from mother’s weight, sat up and turned up the light.

“mgfkjdigerenx!” Mother whispered. She blushed furiously, but did nothing to hide her naked body from him.

“That was low, Mother. I… I never expected something like that from you.” Phule swung his legs out of bed, tugged the cover over his lap and buried his head in his hands.

“itwasnotlikethat”, Mother whispered behind him.

“Pardon?” Phule’s voice sounded tired.

“It was not like that.” Mother repeated, louder this time.

“It wasn’t?” Phule turned his head, but did not look at her. It wouldn’t do to show her how this had hurt him.

“I really only wanted to help you relax. I only wanted you to feel good.”

“I feel betrayed!”

There was a long pause. Then Mother started to talk silently.

“When I saw the light under your door, I only wanted to check if everything was alright. Then I remembered that massage technique that put everybody to sleep. You are driving yourself too hard. Especially with Beeker not here to help you. So I thought, give it a try, help him sleep so he won’t break down after some time. And it worked, didn’t it? And then I noticed… noticed what else it had done to you. And I thought of how I felt for you. And I thought, it was because of me. I took up all my courage and you acted as if you felt the same. But I was wrong. It was only a physical reaction. Only to let off steam. What Remmie said… it gave me the final push to do what I did. But it was a mistake. I was wrong. I’m sorry.” She started to cry.

Phule finally turned around to face her. She still did nothing to hide her body from him, as shy as she normally was when somebody faced her, but what amazed him even more was that she, for once, didn’t look away from him. Her face was streaked with tears, but her eyes held his gaze. For the first time he had the chance to notice that they were a bright green.

“How you felt for me?” Phule repeated the part of her little speech that had hooked his attention.

She nodded.

“You did not… play with me?”

She shook her head.

“I have to think about that.” It was him who averted his gaze now.

All that passion, that teasing, that had all been real? For him?

“What do you feel for me?” he asked in a whisper.

“At the moment, I’m… I’m disappointed. I’m angry with myself. I could slap myself that I fell for… for this.” She sniffed.

“Fell for what?”

“For that typical male behavior of playing with everything female and then throwing it away.”

“I didn’t… play.”

“Perhaps not, but you would’ve acted the same had it been anybody else female tonight.”

“I…” wouldn’t, he added mentally, or would I?

He tried to replace Mother in what had happened with another woman. It didn’t work. Even if he hadn’t been able to see her in the dark, he couldn’t replace her with anybody else. Another thought crossed his mind. Would he have been as disappointed and angry with another woman in this situation?

Mother slid out of the bed on the other side and moved toward him to gather her clothes. “I’d better go.”

“No. Wait”, Phule grabbed her arm. “You’re wrong.”

She raised and eyebrow at him. “Am I?”

“What do you feel for me?” he asked her again. “When you… before…”

“I don’t know anymore.”

“Mother…”

“I cared for you. I wanted to be with you. Not like… what happened, simply be near you. Well, at night, I dreamt of you. Like what I did.”

Phule nodded.

“I gotta go.” Mother tried to escape from his grip, but he didn’t let her go.

“Wait. I don’t know how… or what…”, Phule trailed off. “Boy, this is difficult.”

He closed his eyes and cleared his throat.

“It… hurt… when you mentioned Rembrandt’s words first. I couldn’t believe how much. I’m sorry I got so angry with you. I was out of my place. You said I would have acted the same with any other woman. I think you’re wrong. I was wrong. I’d hate if you left like this. I don’t think I could stand us not being friends…”, the last he said as if to himself.

“I didn’t want to hurt you”, she said.

“I know.”

His thumb drew a pattern over the skin of her arm. After a long pause he looked up at her.

“Can we start this conversation again?”

“Huh?”

Phule let go of her arm and patted the space next to him where she’d been.

Slowly and not leaving him out of sight, she circled the bed and crawled in again.

He carefully placed an arm around her and guided her until her head was on his shoulder again. Turning, he dimmed the lights down.

He waited until he felt her relax a bit.

“Mother?”

“Hmmm?” Cautiously.

“Why did you do this?”

Silence.

“Mother?”

“Because… because I love you.”

His breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t expected that. Though he had hoped it, he realized.

“Willard?”

“Hmmm?” She’s never called me that before.

“Why did you let me?”

Pause.

“Willard?”

“Say it again.”

“Huh?”

“My name.”

“Willard.”

“Because I wanted to.”

“Huh? Oh.” Disappointed.

“Because I couldn’t resist you.”

“Oh!” Surprised.

“Well, and because I…”

“Yes?”

“I dreamt of you, too.”

“Like…?”

“Like…”

“Oh.” Pleased.

Pause.

“Willard?”

“Hmm?”

“Then, do you… love me, too?”

Pause.

“I don’t know.”

“Oh.” Smashed.

“I’ve never loved anybody before. Not ‘loved’ loved, anyway.”

“Oh!” Puzzled, sad, hopeful.

“What does it feel like?”

“Like…, but all the time. Somehow.”

“Oh.” My turn with this syllable.

“Willard?”

“I think I do, then.” I really think I do.

“Mmmmh.” Happy.

“It worked, you know?”

“Huh?”

“What you did. I’m awfully tired all of a sudden. And happy.”

He could feel her grin on his shoulder.

“Then go to sleep. I’ll be here.”

He kissed the top of her head and did what she had told him.

The next morning, or better, three hours later, they reluctantly rose from Phule’s bed. Mother slipped into her abandoned clothes and zipped out of the room and down to her own to shower and change, while he slowly, almost dreamily did the same, then checked the duty roster, as was his habit. He’d have to stay up here in Comm Central almost the whole day long. And Mother had a long shift today. He smiled.

Mother had hurried with changing, relieved that her roommate Polish had gotten down to breakfast even before she arrived. She wouldn’t have had to answer any questions, Polish knew better than that, but the curious looks would have made her nervous as hell. She had no idea how to approach any of the others today.

She dragged herself down into the lounge. Phule was nowhere in sight.

Rembrandt, Armstrong, Brandy and Harry spotted her right away.

“G’morning Mother! Rembrandt had the idea about that topic we discussed yesterday!” Brandy greeted her enthusiastically. She ignored Mother’s attempts to crawl into her uniform as if it was a turtle’s shell.

“I think you all can forget that idea, my dear legionnaires”, a voice boomed up behind them.

“Er, good morning, Captain!” Brandy stood attention, then hastily slumped down again. “What do you mean, sir?”

“I mean that plan of yours to, ahem, ‘get me laid’, as you put it…”, he gave Rembrandt a piercing look, “… is out of date.” This got him the attention of the whole room. Rembrandt took an interesting shade of ketchup.

“What do you mean, out of date?” she managed, if a bit squeaky.

Phule grinned, turned to Mother, lifted her chin and gave her a long kiss.

The room burst into catcalls, cheers and applause.

The conspirators' mouths hung open. Especially when they heard Mother talk loudly and confidently: “Now who’s boasting with whom, he?”
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