Back in our room I lay awake for some more moments, listening to all those noises Gil had opened my ears to. That and Gil's even breathing. When working odd hours, you learn to sleep whenever you can or you'll soon go nuts.
Eventually sleep pulles me into a peaceful calm darkness.
A loud thud wakes me and I sit with a start.
"Man! What are you doing?" Gil is already dressed. He had dropped his boot, that was what woke me.
"The bugs. They'll hide during daytime." That small smile again, the look that says 'you should know that much, Warrick.'
I let myself fall back onto the mattress with a groan. This man is impossible! "Gil! I thought we... well, you know, we'd be layzin' and makin' love and stuff?" I AM a bit disappointed. Seems I came here under wrong assumptions, somehow. Guy's really gonna seek bugs. At 7 am! Who said Greg was weird?
My man kneels down at my side, "Rick, most time of the day we won't be able to do anything but be lazy! And I am determined to have you as often as my old body manages to do so. But right now, I want to do what I came here for in the first place. Making love isn't running away, a bug does."
"Old body!" I snort. He's fishing for compliments!
"It's a fact that refractionary-period grows with age." God! He can be so scientific! I pull him into a kiss, savor him, explore his mouth as soon as my tongue has won the duel. He tastes so good, I don't want to stop! I'd want to go on, have him.
"You don't need to worry, you sure are satisfying without leaving a whish open." I tell him after I took a deep breath. A smile that tells him I might not be quite honest flashes across his face. Then he gently frees himself from my embrace. His mind is set and I cannot change it. I do know and a part of me understands – it is what he came here for. I am an add-on. It's a bit frustrating anyway.
Eventually sleep pulles me into a peaceful calm darkness.
A loud thud wakes me and I sit with a start.
"Man! What are you doing?" Gil is already dressed. He had dropped his boot, that was what woke me.
"The bugs. They'll hide during daytime." That small smile again, the look that says 'you should know that much, Warrick.'
I let myself fall back onto the mattress with a groan. This man is impossible! "Gil! I thought we... well, you know, we'd be layzin' and makin' love and stuff?" I AM a bit disappointed. Seems I came here under wrong assumptions, somehow. Guy's really gonna seek bugs. At 7 am! Who said Greg was weird?
My man kneels down at my side, "Rick, most time of the day we won't be able to do anything but be lazy! And I am determined to have you as often as my old body manages to do so. But right now, I want to do what I came here for in the first place. Making love isn't running away, a bug does."
"Old body!" I snort. He's fishing for compliments!
"It's a fact that refractionary-period grows with age." God! He can be so scientific! I pull him into a kiss, savor him, explore his mouth as soon as my tongue has won the duel. He tastes so good, I don't want to stop! I'd want to go on, have him.
"You don't need to worry, you sure are satisfying without leaving a whish open." I tell him after I took a deep breath. A smile that tells him I might not be quite honest flashes across his face. Then he gently frees himself from my embrace. His mind is set and I cannot change it. I do know and a part of me understands – it is what he came here for. I am an add-on. It's a bit frustrating anyway.