Page 26 of Revive
“I don’t want to hear it, Alle.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”
“Don’t I? Go on, tell me that I’m stupid, that I’ve a hundred thousand things to live and be grateful for.”
“No. I don’t need to. You already know all that. It was a shock, seeing it, that’s all. I’m sorry you feel so frustrated you don’t know how to release that other than by hurting yourself.”
His head turned, and he peered at her, seemingly abashed. There were still ghosts chasing through the blue of his irises.
“What I came out here to say, is that, if you want to stay out here all night feeling shitty, then that’s up to you. Alternatively, you could come inside, and come to bed with me. I’m not looking to influence you either way, but my preference, if it matters, is for the latter.”
“You want this screwup to come to bed with you?”
“This screwup, as you put it, just fucked the living daylights out of me and it was the best thing ever. So, yeah. That is what I want. Also, I don’t think you’re a screwup, just someone with some shit to work through. Please, Spook, let’s not end the night like this.” She held a hand out to him.
After a moment’s hesitation, he took it.
“I love you,” she said, entwining their fingers. “All of you, Spook, even the infuriating, slightly dog-eared bits. I don’t want to be with anybody else, just you. So, come inside, and let me feed you more chips—”
“They’ll be cold.”
“—and wiggle my tender, wobbly arse against you, until all the blood rushes to your cock again, and precludes you from obsessing over past events that none of us can change. What’s been is done, but the future can be whatever we choose to make it.”
“And you want to make it about cold chips and wobbly arses.”
She clasped his hand tighter, brought it to her lips. “I want to make it about us. Tell you what, how about we skip the chips, and you take me upstairs and put your cock in my arse?”
The suggestion caused him to momentarily choke. “Christ, Alle! Did someone tell you the way to a man’s heart is through promises of anal sex?”
She marched him back over the bank of pebbles and towards the doorway of light. “Are you saying it’s not?”
He let go of her hand and wrapped his arms around her shoulder instead, pulling her fast against his nakedness. His skin was goose-bumped and chilled, but there was an internal core heat to him that she clove to. Spook kissed the top of her head and chuckled into the strands. “Actually, you may have me there. I’m not going to lie, I’ve thought about it.”
“Sugar lump, I’ve got myself off thinking about you doing me there. There and everywhere else, which is how I intend to have you—everywhere, and every which way.”
“Firstly, sugar lump? Secondly, yeah, all right. But… I’m not fucking you in the arse tonight. No lube.”
“But we can rectify that tomorrow, right?”
“Tomorrow, your butt’s going to be too sore, but yeah, I’m sure supplies can be found.”
“There’s a pharmacy on this here island?”
He shook his head.
“You’re going to ask X—”
“One of my very good friends, whom I’m in a band with. It might be Alexander, it might not.”
She snorted. “You know it cracks me up when you call him that.”
“Mostly when I do it to his face, he hits me.”
“And let me guess, sometimes you do it precisely for that reason.”
His eyelashes flirted with his cheeks. “Ah, Alle, looks like you’ve got me all worked out. Let’s get indoors before one of us stands on a crab.”
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