(A/N: WARNING: This story is rated for sexual content …and the usual language that peppers my stories. Read on…but you have been warned - grins)
(Disclaimer: Don't own anything Supernatural related. The following story, and the characters of Riley and Dee belong to me)
Requiem.
Chapter Three.
Dean was leaning casually against a pillar; his hands shoved into his jean's pockets, his ankles crossed as he watched the Arrivals gate from underneath a furrowed brow. Even this late at night, the Raleigh-Durham International Airport was busy. The so-called 'normal' people were scurrying about like cockroaches exposed to sudden light; bustling their crying 2.1 children through the woollen-coated wall of 'Mom and Dad Average' and 'Mr Important Suit'. He shook his head with something akin to disdain; their biggest worry was getting to the gate on time so 'Uncle-I've-been-sober-for five-years' didn't make a bee-line to the bar; or whether there'd be a hot stewardess they could join the mile-high club with.
He sighed inwardly. He hated airports. It brought out the worst in others ...and the worst in him. It wasn't just the thought of getting on one of those metal death-traps that made his stomach sink, but bearing witness to the 'intimate family moments' of those departing or, in this case, arriving. It only brought home feelings of a life stolen, of how much he'd lost…how much he missed his mother and father. Yeah, airports were buckets'o'fun.
He looked at his watch and sighed again. The plane had been delayed an hour because of some freak storm over some shitty town he'd never heard of; which had meant more uncomfortable questions from Sam…and more lies from him. He glanced at his brother; Sam was leaning on the other side of the pillar, chewing on a thumb-nail, his eyes focussed on the gate. He knew Sam was worried about Dee, they both were. She had about a month left on the deal she'd made with ol' yellow-eyes and none of them knew what the hell was going to happen. And he was pretty sure Dee hadn't told Riley what she'd done either. Now that was gonna be a fun conversation. He grinned to himself; chick fight. Awesome.
"What are you grinning at?"
"Huh?" Dean shook his head with a smile "Nothin', dude. Nothin'."
Sam laughed softly "Yeah, alright." He glanced at his watch then back to Dean "So tell me again why they suddenly decided to come back now?" he asked as he watched his brother for another lie.
Dean shrugged "Riley just said it was time. She was having trouble booking flights…" he shrugged again "I did her a favour."
"Trouble."
Dean nodded, his eyes scanning the line of people that were starting to emerge from the Arrivals gate "Her mom lives in the middle of nowhere."
"And she called you."
Dean turned his eyes back to Sam's "Yeah. Is that a problem?"
Sam laughed "No, dude." He raised an eyebrow, a grin on his face "Unless I get a room next to yours, then yeah, it will be." He frowned slightly when Dean turned away from him. Had his brother just blushed? He shook his head; no way, not Dean. He must have been imagining things. He turned his eyes back to the gate, a grin forming on his face as he pointed. "There they are." He laughed as he saw Dee slap Riley upside her head then Riley smack her back. Looked like some things hadn't changed. He turned to Dean, a smart ass comment at the ready, but his brother was already on his way.
Sam caught up with him as they moved through the throng of welcomers. He watched his brother intently, looking for any sign of something out of the ordinary, but Dean seemed fine. He still had his usual swagger and he managed to move through the crush of people without one of them touching him. He silently cursed his brother as he made another apology to someone he pushed past; Dean looking over with a smart ass grin at his whispered cuss.
Dean turned back from his brother's ungainly passage through the masses and saw Riley and Dee making their way towards him. He stopped, grinning as he watched Riley's eyes move over him. There was nothing subtle about it… which only made his grin wider. Her eyes moved slowly back to his and he tried to slow his heart-beat as images from his dream crept into his mind… His hands ran slowly up her body, teasing her as she teased him… her eyes closed and her head thrown back; her movements slow and rhythmic… he bit down on his tongue…Their tongues performed a graceful dance as he rolled over; his body sliding against hers as pushed slow and deep…
Riley was ignoring Dee's mumbled curses; her hand ready to stop another slap to her head, when she saw Dean. His hands were in his jeans, his shoulders holding that slouch he wore so well and the trademark, smart ass grin was on his face as he watched her. She couldn't help but run her eyes over him and she smiled as she met his eyes again; piquing an eyebrow as he did the same to her. She stifled a shiver as the dream resurfaced…The water lapped gently in the bath; soft moans filling the room as her soapy hands ran over his chest, teasing his nipples…. She dug her fingernails into her palms to try and stop the images…. His fingers followed the trails of moisture that trickled down her back, reaching her hips as he pushed her down. She moved slowly, savouring the feel of him against her, hard and wet; his lips soft, his tongue teasing hers…
Sam didn't notice the electricity that was passing between Dean and Riley; his gaze was unwaveringly focussed on Dee. She gave him a tentative smile and he gave her a tentative one in return as visions of the nightmare sent shivers up his spine… Screaming faces; howling visages; terror filled eyes and open mouthed shrieks… He cleared his throat; scratching at it as he felt a tension build within him…smoke coiled round his throat; raising up as it bobbed and weaved in front of his eyes…poised to strike….
Dee kept a steady pace with Riley, muttering under her breath at the way they'd been treated at customs. She raised her eyes from the ground, a small smile forming on her lips as she saw Sam watching her. He returned the smile as she heard the gentle words whisper through her mind again…Dies iræ, dies illa… the hushed tones of that sweet voice… Solvet sæclum in favilla… the voice that made everything alright… teste David cum Sybilla…
The four hunters stood facing each other; none of them aware of the crowd in which they stood. They didn't notice the wide-berth they were given by those around them, travellers and greeters alike, sensing a formidable force in their midst; a sub-conscious awareness that screamed danger on their most primal level. The casualness of the four belying the hazards held within. The intensity of their eyes told the real story…and it was a tale they didn't want to hear. So they averted their eyes, held their children close and pushed the fear that rose in them, down; not completely understanding their reaction to the energy that seemed to surround the silent four.
Riley grinned at Dean, "So. You gonna take my bags or what, Winchester?"
Dean returned the grin, "You suddenly disabled?"
Riley piqued an eyebrow, "Well, my arse in numb from over twenty-two hours on a goddamn plane… " she laughed at his grin "That's right, I said arse." She shoved one of her duffel-bags at him "Take my bag, Jeeves."
Dean laughed "Jesus! What've you got in here?" he asked as he slung the bag over his shoulder.
"Boots." She grinned "And other assorted …things."
It was Dean's turn to raise an eyebrow "Things?"
She gave him a small smile as they turned to Dee and Sam; the two hadn't said a word, but the intensity of their gaze put a frown on both Dean and Riley's faces.
'Hi, Sam." Riley interrupted, her frown deepening as Sam seemed to tear his gaze from Dee's.
Sam grinned at her "Hey, Riley." He gave her a hug "How've you been?"
"Better now I'm off the plane. You?"
"Yeah, good, good." He gave her another grin as he took one of Dee's bags "Come on." He smiled at Dee "You must be hanging for a smoke…the cigarette kind I mean."
Dee's face seemed to come alive "I swear, Winchester. If I don't get some nicotine into this body, I'm gonna go all lone-gunman-on-the-clocktower."
"She means it." said Riley wearily, "I've had to listen to her bitching for twenty hours. We have to get out of here."
Dee was already on her way towards the doors; a cigarette between her fingers as she flicked her zippo open and closed repeatedly.
"She ever heard of patches?" asked Sam as they followed Dee out.
"You wanna try and suggest them, Sam?" she laughed softly, giving a slight shake of her head, "Go right ahead." She looked him in the eye, "You've got health insurance right?"
The automatic doors opened and they walked into the chilly night air; spotting Dee near a cab-rank, sucking back on what looked like her second cigarette.
"Jesus Christ!" said Riley as the wintry air wrapped itself around her "How freakin' cold is it here?" she dropped her bag, crouching as she rummaged through it, looking for her leather coat. "It was 40° when I left home!"
Dean grinned, his eyes on Riley's ass. "It's about 40° here."
"On your weird-arse temperature scale, yeah." Riley muttered as she finally pulled her coat from the bottom of her bag.
"Ow!"
She looked up, Dean was rubbing the side of his head as Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. She laughed softly as she slipped her coat on, "So where're you parked?"
"Not far." said Dean as they headed towards Dee "We saw a motel about twenty miles from here." he grinned at Riley.
"How about we go for a drink first?" Sam suggested "I mean, we haven't seen you guys for almost two months. We've got some catching up to do."
"Aaah, a drink?" she glanced at Dean. "You…umm…"
"I'm sure they're tired, Sammy." He glanced at Riley, "We can …ahhh…hit a bar tomorrow."
"Yeah, tomorrow. 'Cause a… bed sounds …good right about now," Riley stammered.
"See? They're tired …and a bed does sound…" he glanced at Riley again and grinned, "Good. Sooo…"
"A drink also sounds good." said Dee as she ground out her smoke under the heel of her boot. She grinned at Sam "Lead on, MacDuff!" she put her arm around Riley's shoulders and led her after Sam; laughing softly as she ignored Dean's mumbled protests.
--
The bar was dark, the only real light coming from the garish neon booze signs that flashed above the bar. Smoke hung like a shroud over the large room that seemed filled to capacity as country music blared from the old Wurlitzer in the corner.
They found an empty table near the back and dropped their coats and jackets on the chairs as Dee slumped into one and lit a smoke; Dean and Sam settling either side of her.
"I'll get the beers then." said Riley with a smirk, "Make yourselves comfortable."
"Ta, luv!" Dee grinned at Riley's retreating figure as she disappeared amongst the crowd.
Dean drummed his fingers on the table before finally standing "I'll…help her." and he followed Riley to the bar.
Sam turned to Dee and grinned "So how long are we gonna torture them?"
Dee leaned back in her seat and smiled at Sam "Well I could easily hang out here for a good couple of hours watching them squirm. You?"
Sam laughed softly "After what they put us through in Nevada? Two hours just ain't gonna cut it." He put his feet on the chair opposite his and looked at Dee "So, how was Australia? Apart from hot."
Dee groaned "Hot?" she shook her head through a veil of exhaled smoke "If that yellow-eyed freak is taking me to Hell next month…" she stubbed out her smoke "That'll be a walk in the goddamn park." She turned to Sam "I…ahhh…" she sighed "I didn't mean to ..ahhh…"
"Tear me a new one?" laughed Sam.
"Yeah, that." said Dee awkwardly "You just caught me at a bad time."
"Forget about it." He watched Dee carefully; even though that wasn't an apology, it was the closest Dee ever got to one …and it wasn't like her. "You told Riley yet?"
She shook her head "I don't want to fight with her before…" she shook her head again "Besides, we don't know what the hell's gonna happen anyway. So, we'll just wait and see. Play it by ear."
"Look, Dee. Lilith's dead; there's no coming back for her. So if …"
Dee laughed hollowly "You think he's gonna let me off that easy? Come on, Sam." She looked over at him "You and your brother haven't got any hunts lined up have you?"
"Aaah, no. Why?" he shook his head in disbelief "You want to go on a hunt?"
She laughed loudly "No, you twat. I thought …you know…we could…live it up a little, ya know? It's been a while."
Sam echoed Dee's loud laugh "Dee, you've just spent the last two months stoned off your head."
She grinned at Sam "So why leave the party now?"
"Yeah, okay." He looked over at her again "So you're fine? Really? No…nightmares about…what's gonna…"
"Nightmares?" she asked; a frown creasing her brow. "Why would you ask that?"
Sam shook his head "No reason. Just…no reason."
Dee nodded and stood, stretching as her eyes scanned the crowd "If my beer's warm by the time those horny bastards get back from the bar, I'll kick their arses."
Sam sat up in his chair "Where're you going?" he asked a little too urgently.
"To pee, Sam. You wanna join me? You could powder your nose while you're waiting."
Sam shook his head with a smile as he pushed her "I've missed your comic wit, Dee."
She slapped Sam playfully upside the head as she headed to the bathroom; the smile dropping instantly from her face as she turned her back on him; her hands clenching into fists.
--
Riley was leaning against the bar, trying to get the attention of the bartender who was busy chatting up a Britney Spears look-alike on the other side of the bar. She sighed to herself; some people had no taste. She leaned over the bar and yelled to get the man's attention; the sooner she got the beers, the sooner they could drink them, and the sooner they could get out of here and to the motel. She bit the inside of her cheek as another dream-image rose in her mind… their slick bodies sliding against each other; their pleas for more making sense to only them… 'moredeeperhardermoreyesgodyesfuckmehardermoremore'… No way, was she waiting any longer. The dream was consuming almost every thought, more so now that she'd seen Dean.
"Hey!" she yelled again; finally getting the bartender's attention.
He sauntered over to her; resting his elbows on the bar in front of her "Whut is yo' six packin''?"
Riley frowned "Huh?"
"Four buds," came a voice at her ear, "And four shots of tequila."
The man nodded, "Four buds an' four shots."
Riley turned to Dean who was standing behind her; his hands resting on the bar either side of her; his body inches from hers "So English is a second language here?"
He grinned at her, "Not sure. I haven't really been thinking about talking."
She raised an eyebrow, "No?"
He shook his head "But I did see the new tatt on your ass." He grinned again "Well part of it…" he gripped the bar as another image of them slid into his mind; the images that had intensified since she'd arrived… Her legs wrapped around him; holding him in place as his hand travelled over the firm but supple body underneath him; down to her ass; lifting her; wanting to be deeper; wanting more…and more…and more. He leaned in "We drink, we go," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, "I want to see the rest of that tatt."
"Yo! Buddy! Four'n'four! Time t'pay!"
Dean threw a twenty on the bar, "Keep the change."
"Awesome," the man turned, "Big spenner" he muttered, rolling his eyes as he stormed off.
They grabbed their drinks, "Drink and go," said Riley.
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Dee leaned against the graffiti-covered stall in the surprisingly clean bathroom; her head was pounding and the muscles in her neck and shoulders were so tense, they were beginning to ache. She slowed her breathing in an attempt to calm herself; but the shaky exhale told her that calm was a long way off. She put the toilet lid down and sat; her head in her hands as she rubbed at her temples.
She didn't understand the headaches that had been plaguing her lately; they didn't last very long, but the severity of them meant it felt like they lasted forever. She couldn't exactly pinpoint when the last one was…it was just more of an…awareness …that she'd had them before. She groaned as she felt a sharp, stabbing pain rip through her mind and her hands clenched as she began to anger again. It was Sam and all those bloody questions! That's what it was. He was always prying, always wanting to know how she was! Him and those bloody puppy-dog eyes of his! Oh, that was just an act to suck you in… She was ripped from her thoughts by a loud rapping at the toilet door.
"HEY! Yo' 'bout done in thar?"
"Give me a minute!" Dee seethed.
"Hurry th' hell up! Ah'm gonna pee in mah pants!"
Dee stood slowly; her frown replaced by a winning smile as she opened the stall door "Sorry…broke the seal. You know how it is."
The dark-haired woman stared at Dee in confusion "Broke th' seal? Yer not frum aroun' here, are yo'?
It was Dee turn to stare at the woman in confusion "Aaah, no." she said before smiling at the woman again. She stepped past her "S'all yours."
The woman gave Dee an uncertain smile as she stepped past her; she turned to close the door and gasped as it was slammed back into her face; a hand covering her mouth and stopping the scream that rose in her. The door locking behind them with a loud, ominous 'click'.
--
Dee came back to the table as Riley and Dean returned from the bar. She smiled as she sat, picking up the tequila as the others did.
"One tequila!" she said with a grin; the four of them throwing the firewater back before slamming the glasses down on the table.
"Aaah, the memories." Riley grinned. She turned to Dean "Speaking of. How's your sword?"
He gave her a trade-mark grin "In working order. You can check it later." He ducked a slap from his brother as he picked up his beer "Drink up."
Sam and Dee looked at each other as Riley and Dean gulped at their beer "So, you get Jack all …sorted?" Sam asked.
Riley nodded "Mum wanted him to live on the mantel next to her prized plants but …" she shrugged "He's out by the swing like he wanted."
Sam turned to Dean as his brother opened his mouth "Don't say it."
Dean smirked "Killjoy."
Dee leaned back in her chair and grinned at Sam and Dean "Riley's mum's a trip. I swear, that woman sleeps with a joint in her mouth." She grinned at Riley "And she loves her 'Cin'."
Riley groaned "Will you stop it?"
Dean and Sam were laughing "Cin?"
Dee nodded "That's her nickname. She loves it."
"Bollocks. And if any of you call me that…" she threatened.
Dean leaned over and whispered in her ear and she laughed softly "Maybe." she teased.
Dee and Sam rolled their eyes at each other; "So you head back for any particular reason or…" started Sam.
Riley shrugged "Just time to head back is all."
"The first class tickets were a plus." said Dee. "Thanks, Winchester," she raised her beer to Dean.
Sam turned incredulous eyes to Dean "You flew them first class?"
"Leave him alone, he had incentive." said Riley with a grin.
"Besides, it wasn't me," Dean grinned "It was 'Jose Cuervo'."
"Cheers to Jose Cuervo!" said Riley and she and Dean sculled the rest of their beer.
"Okay." said Dean "Let's hit the road."
"Aaah, we're not finished." said Sam as he raised his almost full beer.
"You drink like a pussy, Sam." He grabbed his brother's beer and finished it "Come on."
Dee sculled the rest of her beer and stood "We're not gonna win this one, Sam. Come on."
Sam sighed, grabbing his jacket as he followed Dean, Riley and Dee through the bar; he stopped suddnely, turning as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He scanned the patrons in the bar but the crowd was six and seven deep in places. He felt a tug on his arm and turned as Dee dragged him from the bar.
He pushed the door open, scanning the crowd one last time before following Dee out the door. He'd missed something, he was sure of it.
--
Riley and Dee grabbed their bags from the trunk as Sam came back from the motel office.
"Here." said Sam as he passed a set of keys to Riley "That's your room there." he pointed and grinned "We're right next door."
"Aaah, you…"
"Only got two rooms?" grinned Sam "Uh huh. That's all they had left."
Dean took the keys from Riley and passed them to Dee "You're rooming with Sammy."
"I don't bloody well think so, Winchester." said Dee with a laugh. "I didn't spend twenty-two goddamn hours on a plane to bunk down with your brother."
"You say that like it's a bad thing…" said Dean with a grin. "He doesn't snore…well most of the time and he'll wear …"
"No." said Dee.
"Dee…" started Riley.
"You can bang him tomorrow, Riley." She grinned at her friend "Besides, anticipation is half the fun." Riley mumbled under her breath and Dee grinned at her "Didn't quite catch that, Dundee."
"Sleep with one eye open." said Riley as she grabbed the keys from Dee and headed to their room.
"Well…" grinned Dee at Sam and Dean "Guess we'll see you for breakfast then."
"Awesome." muttered Dean as he glared at a grinning Sam; turning on his heel and going to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Dee turned to Sam "There were more rooms available, weren't there?"
Sam laughed "Payback's a bitch. Night Dee." he walked towards his room; a smile on his face.
"Night Sam."
Sam put his hand on the door handle to his room and turned to Dee "Sleep well."
Dee frowned as she opened the door to her room "Yeah…aaah, you too." and she disappeared into her room.
Sam sighed as he pushed the door open and stared into the angry eyes of his brother. "Dude…" he laughed.
"I am kicking your ass."
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Riley tossed and turned for a good hour before finally pushing the sheets back. The harder she tried to force the dream from her mind, the more it staked its claim on her. She sighed softly as she slipped out of bed and padded over to the mini-bar. She stared at the teeny-tiny bottles of alcohol for a long time before finally shutting the fridge, empty handed.
She leaned back against the counter and looked at Dee; her friend was sleeping more soundly than she had in a long time. She wasn't shifting around in the bed, she was lying peacefully on her side; her brow was smooth and not creased into the frown Riley had slowly got used to these last couple of months; and her breathing was steady and even. Seemed like Dee just needed to back in familiar territory.
Now if only she could get to sleep. But the minute she closed her eyes; she was swamped with visions of the damn dream. She looked at the wall that separated her room from Dean's; another image rising to her mind…. She raised herself slowly, letting the water dance around him before claiming him again… his strong hands like fire on her body as they moved all over her, leaving nothing untouched…
She hung her head; what the hell was wrong with her? She closed her eyes and steadied her breathing; it was just a dream! Sure, it was an awesome dream, no doubt about it; but this was so not like her. She liked Dean, yeah, but to have a dream affect her this way? No. It was more than that. And there was only one person she could speak to about it.
She went to her bag and grabbed one of Jack's old shirts; she stripped out of her tank-top and panties and put the shirt on. Well she wasn't gonna miss the opportunity. She buttoned the shirt as she went to the door; glancing at Dee's sleeping form as she slipped out the door, closing it quietly behind her.
She didn't notice the small smile that crept over Dee's lips.
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Dean lay in his bed staring at the ceiling as he listened to his brother's steady breathing. At least Sam could sleep. And why was it so damn hot in here? He kicked the sheet from him and swung his legs out of bed, pulling his t-shirt over his head and wiping the sweat from his body as another image rose in his mind… he pushed her against the wall; holding her hands above her head as he rocked his hips…her whispered mantra of 'moremoremore' eliciting his moans...
He stood and went to the bathroom; splashing cold water on his face in an effort to rid the images. He sighed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror; what the hell was happening to him? It was just a dream. He'd had plenty of erotic dreams…although he hadn't had a wet one since he was about ten. Still, it was an awesome dream. He groaned inwardly; and there he went again. He had to sort this out; and there was only one person he could do that with.
He walked silently back to the room; slipped out of his boxers and into his jeans; he wasn't gonna waste the chance; and Riley had told him about the bath. He grinned as he buttoned his jeans on the way to the door. He glanced at his still sleeping brother as he opened it; slipping out and shutting it quietly behind him.
He turned to Riley's room and stopped as he saw her walking towards him. He didn't notice the coolness of the air around him or the slight wind that swept through the lot; all he saw was his lust reflected in her eyes….well that and her legs; the legs he wanted wrapped around him again.
He stepped towards her; pulling her against him as his lips found hers, a small moan escaping her as her hands slid slowly up his arms and down his chest. His tongue seeking hers as his hands slid down her back and over her ass, pulling her hard against him.
"Now…now…" she gasped between their kisses.
"Now…" he murmured, turning and pushing her against the Impala.
He ground his hips against hers, leaning her back on the hood as her hands whispered down his chest and unbuttoned his jeans, his moans mixing with hers as she coaxed him free. He didn't care where they were; all he knew was he had to have her. Nothing was gonna stop him. That they were in easy sight of anyonethat passed only heightened his desire for her.
His hands slid up her legs and he moaned loudly when he realised she was naked underneath the shirt. "Now?" he rapsed.
"Now," she demanded, wrapping her legs around him as he delivered on his promise.
She didn't feel the cold metal of the Impala at her back as he pushed her down, his hands going to the buttons on her shirt, flicking the first one before tearing the shirt open, his body sliding against hers. She didn't care that they were out in the open, where anyone could see them, all she knew was she wanted him any where and any way she could.
Her fingernails scraped down his back and then up again, moving into his hair as she pulled his lips harder against hers. He took her hands and held them above her head, his eyes travelling hungrily over the body underneath his, "More?" he whispered as he teased her.
"Moremorehardermore…" she whispered. And those words that echoed his dream, reached deep inside him, triggering a hunger for her that overwhelmed him.
Riley arched her back as Dean held her down, driving himself into her; his moans increasing with hers. There was no one but the two of them here, his body and hers, nothing but lust, desire…and a thirst for the other. And when he murmured 'hardermoregodfuckme' against her throat as he bit it - she shook. The words he repeated from the dream searing into her and awakening an all-encompassing craving for him.
"Look at me," he demanded; she opened her eyes and stared into his, their breaths intertwining as they did "Say it," he said as he rolled his hips "Say it…" he whispered his plea as he tensed.
She looked deep into his eyesm "Mine."
It was the one word that drove him over the edge and she was the only one who knew it. He crushed his lips against hers as she claimed him...neither one aware of the eyes that watched their every move.
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His face remained mostly in the shadows; the dim light from the street-lamps filtering over full lips, a strong jaw, his eyes hidden by the darkness that seemed to always shroud him. He shifted his weight, it was a graceful, almost imperceptible movement, but the hard muscles that covered him, rippled with the slightest change in his posture.
His breathing increased and his hands tightened as a small smile touched his lips, the shadows hiding the light that burned in his eyes as he watched. He turned to movement on his left, his face now completely eaten by the darkness.
"Come back to bed…" whispered Dee.
To be continued…