I liked the idea of us falling asleep in each other's arms. At the very least it tells me that there is a connection between Greg and I. He was letting someone invade his personal space, and considering he can't stand to be touched by anyone else, I believe I have a right to feel smug about it. And when he pulls me into his personal space and wants me to touch him, well, that's all the better.
Right now it's just us and the dark bedroom. If I had my way we would lay here for much longer than the four and half hours we had before the alarm went off.
This here bed isn't big enough for two of me.
It's more than big enough for the two of us.
He was curled up against my chest, dozing away. When he had been getting comfortable he had taken my arm and draped it over his waist, making sure I was holding him because that's what he wanted. That intimacy he had been craving his whole life, and now that he had it he wasn't about to let it go. That was fine with me. I was still holding him because that's what I wanted. He was with me, me and me alone, and that's what I wanted. I had no room to complain at all.
"Let's say we get some take-out tonight," Greg said as he nibbled away at the fries I had on my lunch tray. "You're obviously not in the mood to cook."
I wasn't about to argue with him and told him to go right ahead. Then I had to ask, "You're letting me off breakfast and dinner?"
"Why not? Do you want to cook dinner, Jimmy?" He eyed me with overblown, overacted suspicion as he stole another handful of fries.
"Can't say that I do." I really didn't want to, and a night of relaxing with him and take-out food was just what I needed.
"Good. Argument stopped before it started. You want Chinese or Italian?"
"Whatever you want will be fine with me," I said. "Just make sure it isn't too rich or greasy."
"Unlike these fries, Jimmy?"
"I bought them knowing you would eat most of them."
"In other words you bought them for me because I'm so fucking worth it," If he smiled any wider the top of his head would fall back. "Alrighty then. I'm in the mood for Chinese. You will eat what I get you and you will like it."
"Your generosity astounds me."
"Damn right it does," he replied with a snort. "However, I will demand compensation for this in the future."
I raised an eyebrow and said, "What will that be? Money? Some ridiculously complicated meal?"
"You screaming out 'Don't stop, Greg, don't stop' will do for now."
"How long is now?"
"As long I want it to be."
As Greg had said earlier, alrighty then. It was a moment I couldn't let pass by. If I did, I would regret it until the end of time. He needed a taste of his own medicine every now and then, so to speak, just to keep him on his toes if nothing else. And right now he was going to have said medicine forced right down his throat.
"Fine," I said, making sure he caught the smirk spreading across my mouth and the newly invigorated twinkle in my eyes. "You want it and now you're going to get it."
The rest of the cafeteria ceased to exist; it was just me and him and our table. He knew what I was about to do and couldn't stop it. His eyes got as wide as garbage can lids. "Jimmy, I meant–"
"Too late," I broke in as I threw my head back and screamed, "Oh God, Greg! Don't stop! Don't stop!" at the top of my lungs. The pure unadulterated ecstasy I was able to add to my voice at the last second added a nice touch, if I do say so myself.
The silence that followed was almost eerie. Dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at us, burning holes into our backs. I watched the color fill in his face until it was like a tomato, his blue eyes like twin blue islands in a sea of red. He's not easily embarrassed, but right then...oh, boy. It was so worth it. He couldn't have been more shocked if I had suddenly announced I was getting a sex change and moving to Branson, Missouri.
"Sorry," I muttered in the new silence, nonchalantly picking up a fry. "Must've been the speed still lingering in my system causing me to do weird things."
"Dr. Wilson?" Cameron was standing at our table. The poor girl looked about as confused as Greg, only without the tomato red face. As everyone began to turn back to their lunches with more than a few "What was that all about?" or equal lines thrown into the air, Cameron asked, "Are you...okay?"
"Yes, Dr. Cameron. Thank you." I gave my biggest, friendliest smile. "I didn't mean to scare anyone. I was just...I needed to get something out of my system. Right, Greg?"
He just nodded, his mouth hanging so far open I could count his teeth.
"Are you sure?" Cameron didn't look convinced, not that I could blame her.
"Yes, Dr. Cameron. I'm fine."
"All right," she said, turning to leave. "If you, um, change your mind, I'll be in the clinic and I'll be more than happy to take a look at you."
"Thank you for the offer. I'll keep it in mind," I said, then waved her away from the table.
I noticed Greg's eyes following her as Cameron weaved her way around the tables to the corridor. The tomato red had drained a bit, leaving behind a bright pink flush. The initial shock had worn away. Now he had to say something. He turned to me and I was more than a little surprised to see a grin on his face.
"That was...," he began.
"What?" I asked.
He laughed. "That was fucking brilliant."
