Page 120 of Lovebug
“I was! OhmygodI was!”
“Great! Me too. So… do you want to resume the enjoyment?” he asks softly. ”Or…”
“Yes, absolutely. I want to resume,” I say.
And then, this man proceeds to rock my world.
I’m not kidding. He does things to me inside that tent that I had no idea were even possible. In fairness, I’m certain in all likelihood that my sexual bar was set a bit low, what with my previous Dick-Wolf-Quality-Inn-Once-a-Week regimen, but even if that wasn’t my experience, I have absolutely no doubt that these here, these moves he’s busting out with beautiful abandon would still be utterly life-changing.
Honestly. I. Am. Changed.
Afterward, we lie there, catching our breath, both of us lying on our backs and staring at the sky through the mesh roof of the tent.My head rests on his shoulder, his arm around me, his fingers stroking up and down my side.
“That was…” I start.
“I know,” he finishes.
“Wow, we’re really…” I start.
“I know,” he finishes again.
We’re all breath and heartbeats and finishing each other’s sentences, and I think I could actually lie in his arms forever without moving again and be a completely content and fulfilled human being.
Well, that’s not entirely true. It would probably be best if we let me up from time to time to go teach a Critters Corner at the museum, and it would be nice to grab an adult beverage with my friends on occasion, but other than that, yup, this here is where I’m staying for almost-eternity.
“Fireflies are late this year,” I murmur while he strokes my hair.
“Are they?”
“A bit, yeah,” I say. “They typically show up between late May and early July.” I scan the sky, hoping to spot one. No luck. “You know they’re not actually flies, right?”
“Aren’t they?”
“Nope. They’re flying beetles.”
“Interesting. Is it true their light patterns are for attracting mates?”
“Mostly,” I say, laughing lightly. “Though don’t fool yourself, Mr. Bieber. It’s not all romance and happily-ever-afters out there in the bug world. There’s also a fair amount of thriller and suspense. Horror even.”
He chuckles. “Oh, yeah? How so?”
“Well. There’s this genus called Photuris?” I put on a spooky voice. Or is it a sexy voice? Spooky sexy?
“Photuris...” he repeats.
“Yes. They’re sort of like the femme fatales of fireflies.” I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. He places his hands firmly on my hips. “They’re experts at mimicry. They copy the light signals of other species so they can attract, kill, and eat their males.” I claw my fingernails down his chest, not too hard, but enough to leave a light trail of marks on his skin. But Wally isn’t complaining. He arches his back in what looks to be pleasure.
“We contain multitudes, yeah?’” he repeats the quote from earlier on a bit of a groan, and I have to say… it delights me.
“I guess we do.” I look directly up, searching the sky one more time.“I miss them. I count on seeing them this time every year. They always feel like a little bit of magic. ”
“Well, we still have a few days to go then before they can be officially counted as tardy, yeah?” he asks. “Give them time. I have a strong feeling the magic’s still a-comin.’”
“Me too.”
He smiles then, and it lights up my whole world.
“Can we, uh… can we talk about what happened earlier?” he asks gently.
