Page 82 of Bears Behaving Badly
She pulled back long enough to tug the borrowed nightgown over her head, then stretched out on him again, topless.
“The murder and the attempted murders are bad,” he croaked, hugging her so tightly to him that she squeaked, “but this is turning into a fucking great week.”
“So sweet.”
“Can I… What are we… Okay, I’m down for anything you want.Anything.” As he spoke, his hands roamed everywhere he could reach—her back, her breasts, her waist, finally cupping her ass and squeezing her still closer to him—and then he kissed her, which was excellent. “But we haven’t talked about this. How far, and birth control, and…we haven’t. Not even hypothetically. Since we’re not dating. Not even hypothetically. I didn’t think…Ow.”
She nipped his shoulder again. “If you’re coherent and using words like ‘hypothetically,’ I’m doing a terrible job of seducing you.”
“No. You.Aren’t,” he said fervently. “I just…I want what you want. Whatever that is. And wherever that goes. Just for tonight, obviously.”
“Obviously?”
“Yeah, you don’t have to worry. I don’t have any. You know. Expectations.”
No, of course not.A disappointment, not a surprise. But at least they both knew what they wanted from the evening. “It’s fine,” she said, sitting up, taking his hands and placing them on her breasts. The bitten-off gasping noise he made was deeply gratifying. “I’m not in season, but even if I was, we’re staying strictly above the waist. Yes?”
“Yes. Absolutely. Whatever you want. Or don’t. Anything.”
She then proceeded to wring several more gratifying sounds out of him, and to her delight, she found his voice got even deeper the more she aroused him; it wasn’t unlike playing a double bass. A sentient double bass who smelled divine and kept gasping her name. He returned the favor, and they kissed and teased and touched, and at one point David started to slide off the bed and she had to haul him back up, shushing his giggles, trying to stifle her own, and hoping his Stable allies were heavy sleepers with piss-poor hearing.
After a while, she had to wrench herself away from him because the urge to shred his briefs, seize his cock (which had been a hot, firm weight against her hip the entire time they moved against each other) and unceremoniously stick it inside her was getting hard to ignore. They both separated and lay on their backs, only their shoulders touching, panting and staring at the ceiling.
After a while, when she could talk without begging him to kindly fuck her already, she whispered, “It’s fine if you want to excuse yourself and, ah, use the facilities. For whatever.”
“Nope. I’m not doing anything that means leaving this bed before morning.”
“I’m quite sure itismorning.”
“Don’t care. Not moving.”
“See? I told you this one was an improvement over the sofa bed.”
He snorted. “It’s not the fucking bed, you gorgeous dope. Agh,” he added when she poked him.
“Thanks for indulging me.”
“Anytime. That’s literal, just so you know. Day or night. Winter or summer. Upside down or right-side up. Northern Hemisphere or Southern Hemisphere.”
“David, you say the loveliest… Good God, I have beard-burneverywhere,” she marveled. “Even on my elbows! How the hell did you manage that?”
He laughed. “Don’t remember. I haven’t made out like that since I was a teenager.”
“It’s been a while for me, too.”
“That’s…almost impossible to believe,” he confessed.
“I’m picky,” she said simply. “Thanks for breaking your I-won’t-date-Annette rule.” She yawned. “However temporarily. Actually, this isn’t a date. So your rule is still intact.” She was sweaty and sleepy, but the intense sexual frustration was starting to ebb just a bit and she had a belly full of milk and the dead were dead, nothing would change that, but every corpse at that table would have wanted her to move on. Some days it was easier, that was all.
“Annette? What are you saying?”
“Shhhh. Sleeping.”
“Okay, but I don’t have a rule about—”
“Talk ’bout it t’morrow.”
“Wow. You fall asleepreallyfast. But just so you know, I don’t have any rules against dating you. And if I was dumb enough to have one, I’d have broken it ages ago. Okay? Annette? Oh hell…”
