Rachael
Am I very different?
Deckard
Yeah.
Rachael
How?
Her voice is small. Something very young about her. She looks up at him for the first time.
Deckard
Stand up.
She does. She’s looking up at him with those big mermaid eyes and he kisses her mouth. And then again. She doesn’t respond. His voice is a whisper.
Deckard
Now you kiss me.
She does — but it’s self conscious…
Rachael
I can’t rely on my memory to…
He stops her with another kiss.
Deckard
Say what I say.
She nods. His voice intimate, low.
Deckard
Kiss me.
Rachael
Kiss me.
He does, soft, wet, tender. He backs off — magnetic, palpable energy growing up between them.
Deckard
My eyes.
Rachael
Kiss my eyes.
She closes them. He kisses each fluttering lid. She’s catching on quick. Her lips are right there.
Deckard
I want you.
Rachael
I want you.
Deckard
Again.
Rachael
I want you.
Her face is flushed. His fingers go to her mouth — slowly over her lips and inside, into the wetness. her head is leaning back, eyes shut.
Rachael
Bite me.
His mouth goes to her neck, her ear. His teeth evoke a shiver and a gasp as they take her flesh. Her breath is coming faster.
Rachael
Put your hands on me.
He rakes his fingers through her hair and pulls her into him. His other hand molding and pressing her, working around her body and under into the privacy of her dress.
Rachael
Shall I take off my clothes?
Deckard
Oh Yeah.
He’s kissing her hard, deep, soft. She’s hardly able to talk she’s so excited.
Rachael
Do whatever you want to me.
He is and her legs can no longer hold her and she’s sinking to the floor in his arms moaning, their words obscured by kisses.