The Quirks of Children
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Makin' hay! September 13-19.
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Rainbow Haven Acres
Published on September 23, 2017
September pretended to still be summer for nearly two weeks before a chilly morning
sent the team scrambling for flannels and light sweatshirts. Fog clung to the treetops
and crept along field and road, making the world feel close and quiet.
There were the usual murmurs of good morning as they all converged into the tent for
coffee and a snack to fuel them up until a proper breakfast. The various animals in
their care were already sending up their racket in response to their humans up and
about.
But there was always time to give one another crap.
As they headed back out into the warming morning, the sun was slowly gaining a
foothold and it was one of the more gorgeous mornings in many months of them.
Knowing that Kara had been up late helping doing voiceover work with Winn and
Brainy -who was half asleep behind his ubiquitous camera- Alex had to poke at her.
"So when are you going to quit this YouTube silliness and get a real job?" she teased
and Kara's response was a tart one that Brainy could kick himself for not getting in
frame.
"Alex, you big jerk, you literally quit a lucrative career as an emergency room doctor
to move to the boonies and shovel shit. Shoot! I mean poop! Shovel poop."
Alex laughed uproariously and mocked, "I think that might be the first time Winn is
gonna have to bleep you out!"
"You're a bad influence!"
All the more amused by Kara's pout, Alex mimicked it and crossed her arms comically
tightly to mock her.
What none of them expected was the sound of rending cloth.
Jumping as though scalded, Alex spun in place like a dog trying to get an itch. That
woke Brainy up and he shifted to keep the whole thing in his sights.
Lucy, predictably, was nearly doubled over laughing. "Jesus Danvers, I know you've
been amused as hell that you've put on like fifteen pounds of solid muscle, but you
didn't have to rip out the back of your favorite flannel to prove it!"
Shrugging the offending shirt off, Alex glared at the split where the back panel met
the shoulders, big enough to get two hands into. In retaliation for Lucy's laughter, she
jerked up the front edge of her t-shirt to smack her own flat, muscled belly. "Not a soft
city girl anymore!"
"Jesus, look at that V… Why am I suddenly craving lean bacon?" Sam mutters and I choke on a
laugh. She certain isn't wrong, because, whew, I am absolutely going back to this scene once the
girls have headed out to return to school!
"Oh baby, slap it! You could do less family friendly videos now!"
Alex might have three inches on Lucy, but there was no catching her as they jetted
across the pasture towards the chicken coop.
"Dammit, I liked that shirt!"
While Brainy certainly didn't really get the randy appeal the two held over their
viewers, he had no problems ruthlessly indulging the oglers for hits. And this one was
going to be a hit.
Suspecting there was more shenanigans to be had, he lowered the camera and doubletimed
it down to the coop to catch Alex, sans shirt, doing silly bodybuilder poses
while Lucy rolled around in the grass, screaming with laughter. The purple sportsbra
stood out against pale skin and colorful tattoos, leaving nothing to the imagination of
just how much working muscle Alex had packed on.
Pleased with herself, Alex smirked at the camera and said dryly, "oops, we better stop
having fun or the trolls will scream at us."
Which meant, of course, that she had to get in one more good pose, grinning wickedly
over a shoulder round with bunched muscle.
Kara's disembodied voice speaks over the mouth-watering display and her exasperation is clear.
"Did you have to put up Alex showing off shirtless again?"
Brainy's reply is so innocent I almost fall for it.
"I thought Alex was merely practicing her sarcasm. Was it incorrect to release that footage?"
Well played, good sir.
It takes some effort to ignore Ruby's speculative stare, but we're fairly good at it… normally. I
swear if Sam doesn't stop tickling at what she knows is a hotspot around my damn bellybutton…
I might have to take a screenshot of Alex posing with arms flexed and the muscles of her back in
stark relief for my phone background for a bit.
Meanwhile, we're given a break as the scene changes to the gang using some tractor-driven
doohickey. It shears off acres of lush grass close to the ground and a fast-forward shows it drying
in the sun for several cycles of night and day.
They shift to talking about the action on screen, where yet different equipment has come out. Some
conglomeration of spindly bicycle-like wheels tipped with hooks whips the now-dry grass into long
rows is being towed behind the little John Deere tractor. Behind that comes the big Kubota and a
beefier trailer with a dangerous-looking infeed and a chute like a tail. Piled grass goes in and
rectangular bales drop off the back.
"It looks like rabbit poops," Lily giggles to all of our amusement.
It's clearly hot, sweaty work even with the help of the tractors and there is plenty of manual labor
going on. None more so than the now-ripped Alex and the equally ripped blonde cousins hoisting
bales and thumping them down onto a flatbed trailer pulled by the two enormous donkeys.
It's impressive by anyone's standards.
The scene shifts to the now-complete clubhouse where most of the fam is horsing around near the
kitchen. We'd gotten little more than enticing glances of all the new infrastructure and the interior
is a pleasant shock. The kitchen is warm and cozy, the cabinets all in white bead board with a
rebuilt antique range in a cheerful blue. There's an L-shaped island of countertops into which
snuggles a banquette and a table made of weathered wood. Large windows are full of dark night as
the camera pans around to show a fireplace and entertainment center, both dark, and the couch
from the tent.
On which Lucy is pretzeled up into a tense knot around a laptop, her expression a riot of worry.
Alex approaches her and they chat about something, clearly serious, before Lucy forces a smile
and shoos Alex off. A voiceover of Alex's smooth tones fills us in.
"So, it was too loud to pick up our voices, but Lucy is telling me that we definitely don't have
enough hay for the winter after the mouths we've added. The drawbacks of unexpected rescues,
unfortunately. Turns out she'd applied for a loan, but was rejected, so we're going to be putting
everyone's combined brainpower towards a solution. It would kill all of us to have to give up any
of our grass-munching pals, as we're really attached to all of them, even the dumb sheep."
There's no mistaking the worry and fondness in Alex's voice. With a deep breath, her tone
brightens.
"In the meantime, you can see by my grin that I have a date and she shooed me off with the
expected filthy comments, because what are best friends for?"
"Hmm, I agree," Sam whispers against my ear and any brief respite I've gained is shot to hell. It's
rare that I'm in a rush to shoo the girls off to return to school, but can it be seven o'clock already?
"Moms? You don't think they really had to get rid of some of the animals, do you?"
It's cute how worried Lily is, those near-black eyes beseeching me.
"I'll tell you what, baby, let's leave a comment and see if they answer, okay?"
Always the good big sister, Ruby has once again paused for Lily to speak her worries, though she
looks at Sam and I with a sardonic smirk that I know she learned from me.
LL Not-Your-Neck-Of-The-Woods 1 minute ago
Hi. My name is Lily and I hope that you can keep all of your animals! I don't have a
pet, but if I did I would be so sad to lose them. My mama says that I can ask you if
there is any news?
Pleasantly loose from a long night in the sheets, Alex prepped coffee and crispy toast
made from the amazing rustic, chunky bread Anita made down at the bakery. In
addition to her lovely self being present for their irregular dates, Daphne always
showed up with a few food gifts.
For all of the acting veteran's odd manners and diva ways -a product of being in the
spotlight since she was a small child- Daphne knew that sucking up was never a bad
thing. And while she rarely saw any of Team Lanvers outside of bumping into them in
town, it didn't hurt to bring a little gift Alex could share.
Besides, she got breakfast out of it.
"You're a gift, hot stuff," Daphne announced breezily as she strode into the kitchen,
fluffing up her luxurious hair. There was no evidence of the petulant grouch she was
upon awakening in her miraculously put-together appearance, a near-flawless
transition. A blessing and curse of being in front of the camera her whole life, no
doubt.
A little coffee and toast and casual conversation filled their small window of time
before heading their separate ways. Then it was dirty mugs in the sink, light jackets
grabbed, the door closed behind them as they both breathed deep of the crisp morning
air.
"Oh shucks, looks like your posse caught me out," Daphne purred and Alex barely
restrained herself from rolling her eyes. The younger woman was good fun, but the
payment was a bit of drama. At least it was harmless drama. Playing it up, Daphne
used her greater height to press Alex against the door to be kissed hotly before making
her grand exit. "See you around, stud."
Murmuring her own farewell, Alex stretched and shook herself out. Half expecting
Daphne to wave to the camera, Alex watched her walk away. Certainly the view was
no hardship!
We can't see more than a pair of figures off in the distance, wrapped up in a big hug that clearly
involved a long, slow kiss against the blue door of the green house. The image of them may only
be the height of a quarter, but there's no missing it. Farewell made, the willowy, curvy brunette pats
Alex's cheek and saunters away with a toss of long, dark hair over her shoulder. One doesn't have to
see her triumphant grin to know it's there.
Lucy's voice teases, "nosy," before the camera moves away with Brainy's embarrassed mumble.
Sam chuckles eerie counterpoint to Lucy onscreen and once again mouths my neck.
"Well, if that's her type, she'll love you," Sam teases softly and just laughs when I gasp in outrage
and try to squirm away. Still, I allow her to catch me, pull me into her lanky body for sweet kisses
flavored with the rumble of her stifled laughter.
She's a brat, but I wouldn't have her any other way.
More than ready for breakfast, the team reconvened back at the village after morning
feeding and spot-checking the critters.
"She stayed over? That's a first," Kara snarked as Alex sauntered towards them. Lucy
was amused as always at Kara's disgust with her sibling's exploits.
"Hey, just be glad the insulation works for sound too."
Before Kara could haul off and punch her in the arm, Lucy danced away to intercept
her bestie.
"'Bout fucking time you got your ass in gear, Danvers," Lucy snarked with unholy
glee. "Still sleeping with the actress? Diva."
"Hey, she knows what she likes."
Arrogant had always been a good look on Alex.
"I never took you for a trophy butch."
That one hit too close, and Alex looked startled and even a little offended, Lucy
immediately backing down so that she didn't get her head bit off.
"Your spindly fluffs grouched at me feeding them."
Alex decided that she would take the peace offering of the neutral subject. "You're too
intense for them, terror."
Honking the horn of her completely out-of-place, powder blue classic Mustang
convertible, Daphne was off, back to her life in town.
"Tough early retirement," Lucy commented wryly and Alex only chuckled. She knew
she should say something about the date or Winn would cry that she wasn't giving him
enough material and the comments would complain about it. Since he was nice
enough to only forward the interesting or funny ones, they tried to indulge in turn for
the grunt work. So she looked very seriously at the camera.
"It was a very nice date," was intoned with all the earnest flatness of a first-time
politician. "We had a little too much to drink and the nice lady stayed over so that she
didn't have to drive."
It was almost enough to cover up the leer in her voice and dancing in the corner of her
mouth, but Winn wasn't going to be able to use the rest of it anyway, because Lucy
sounded like a dying animal with her efforts not to laugh or join in.
Breakfast was next and with warm, full bellies, the crew set about on a task nearly
overdue. Doing her best to act as though this were a day like any other, Alex sauntered
towards the barn, almost immediately set upon by her cat family. They whined and
cried hungrily and did their best to trip her up, so nothing out of the ordinary.
Unfortunately, Liho was missing.
Well, there was more than one way to entice a cat! Opening the door to her shop, Alex
shooed the furry horde in, but didn't close up behind them. Today, she was going to
have to play dirty and that meant a can of the stinkiest wet food.
The Chorus of the Starving rose to a wail, the kittens leaping and scratching at the
pedestal worktable built specifically to make it hard for them to get onto. Thankfully,
the racket attracted the missing sibling, who dove in as Alex set down her two trays
and their baker's half-dozen little bowls. Then she could casually saunter over to the
door and quickly close it.
Let the games begin.
Later, Alex would be amused and humiliated to watch herself chase wiggly kittens all
over her shop. At least she'd thought ahead to clean up the clutter and close off the
back room, choked with supplies and crap in deep storage. Batman got plucked right
off his meal, yowling as much about missing the last couple mouthfuls as being
ambushed. Biscotti, Stormy and Senator were too habituated to their humans to do
more than whine as they were gently shoved into carriers and locked up. Mama B
crouched under a work table and watched with wide eyes as the last two daughters
gave Alex a challenge.
Liho was like trying to catch a shadow, and Alex was really trying to make this as nondramatic
as possible. Thankfully, the black kitten overestimated her abilities and was
plucked off the wooden barn support she tried to climb. That left only Pepper, the
tabby as smart as her namesake. She managed to find a tiny spot to huddle in and no
amount of coaxing would get her out. Mama B sniffed at the cage doors where her
half-grown babies cried and carried on while Alex sighed and accepted that she was
going to have to bleed for the little fuckers.
At least Pepper only clawed and didn't bite as she was scruffed and dragged from her
hiding spot. The last cat-carrier door was clipped shut behind her stripy tail and Alex
sighed over the twin sets of thinly bloody furrows on her right hand.
"Ouch," was the blasé response and she glared affectionately at Pepper, Batman and
Liho. No matter that they'd been held and coddled and fussed over since birth, the trio
were barncats to their bones.
Mama B had scampered away again, not part of this operation. She'd been spayed as
soon as she started to push away the kittens from nursing.
Satisfied with the accomplishment of corralling the energetic bunch, Alex grabbed two
carriers to be taken out to the Subaru. That brought Kara running and soon the back of
the SUV was full of crying kittens. After a pause for Alex to wash out her war wounds
and let Nia fuss over them for a bit with antibiotic cream and gauze, it was off to the
veterinarian.
The sisters were gone much of the day as they had to drive nearly to Salem to get all
six kittens in without a hassle. And while Alex fretted over handing her beloved
furballs off to strangers, the deed had to be done.
Then it was some shopping, because a trip close to the city couldn't be wasted, and
back home again. Tomorrow, they would reverse the process and bring the drowsy
kittens home in their cones of shame.
Meanwhile, the rest of the gang had kept up their half of the task, Alex and Kara
delighted when they saw it
"Damn, guys, it looks great!"
'It' was a block of kennels built of chainlink fence and old barnwood where the kittens
could recover separated from, but close to their siblings. Old bits of siding made for a
makeshift roof and scrubbed up chicken boxes lined in fresh hay a cozy place to hide.
Each kitten had a improvised litter tray behind a little door and a pair of dishes for
food and water. Electric netting had been set up with a fresh car battery to power the
thing to give any hungry predator a nasty shock. Alex hugged Lucy and a giggling Nia
before ruffling Brainy's hair affectionately.
"Thanks for this. It should keep them safe while they heal up."
Kara chimed in, "even if they're going to complain!"
Afternoon dawdled towards evening, that lovely time of day when most tasks were
done or set aside, only the final feeding and locking up the animals left. Completely
amused at something, Nia urged Brainy to grab his gear and head out to the far
pasture.
He didn't even hesitate.
Brainy had no idea what was going on, or how it started, but he was certainly going to
get what he could recorded!
Brainy had fallen into this strange life in a roundabout way. The youngest in a family
as nuts as any supervillain coven in a comic book, he had somehow come out okay.
Certainly he was a bit stiff and formal, but his was a childhood of hard lessons on how
to not draw attention to himself.
He hadn't needed to work, easily living an average life on the interest accrued on his
family's blood money. He was far to disgusted to touch it even if he could
outmaneuver the life-sucking lawyers or the scattered chaff of his bloodline sniffing
after the fortune. But they couldn't touch the money either and that was good enough
for him. Wanting to give something back to the world his bloodline had tried to
destroy, he'd girded himself and… gotten a job.
If he hadn't met Kara and Winn that very first day, he would have crawled back into
isolation for the sheer shock and terror of the busy Catco building downtown. But
Kara had been all smiles and utterly unfazed by his quiet and wide-eyed terror, getting
him through first day bullshit like a pro and delivering him personally to Winn down
in I.T.
From then on, they'd been his 'posse', helping him navigate the fraught world of those
who would not understand him; those that seemed intent on not understanding any of
them. They'd spent every moment of the workday they could together, prowled the
food scene and played videogames on their days off, become the best of friends.
They'd gotten through rough days at the office, broken hearts, figuring out what sort of
people they were, searched out and embraced their own labels.
He'd willingly helped Kara when she started making her food videos, even coming up
with the classic 'Ka-Pow' as inspired by the nerdy posters and toys all over Winn's
office. When some forays into independent video games and the YouTube channel
started paying off, Brainy had followed his friends to a life away from the security of
the corporate shell.
Through the urban jungle of Los Angeles to the wilds of the Oregon Mountains, he
couldn't imagine being with anyone else. That Winn was so far away made no
difference, the internet kept them in communication as often as they liked.
As Brainy trotted across the lush grassy pasture with camera and tripod in hand, Kara
straightened up from where she had been doubled over laughing. Alex was sprawled
out on her belly, gesturing at a chicken. He recognized the animal, the one the others
called, 'Crazy White Chicken'. So far, the large hen had escaped all attempts at
capture, wandering where she would around the farm.
Currently, she was cocking her head this way and that at whatever Alex was doing.
"Augh! It's a space T-Rex! Run for your liiiiiiiiiiiives!"
Well, that was not at all what Brainy had expected.
This was clearly Alex-In-A-Mood who had apparently found some antique Star Wars
figures somewhere and was enticing CWC to play by waggling the toys at her. Kara
shook her head in exasperation, but her expression was soft. "I swear to everything
good and fluffy in this world, you are an embarrassment. What do women see in you
again?"
"Hey!" Alex yelped as the hen expertly plucked the Han Solo figure from her fingers
and gave it a violent shake. Disgusted with the plastic deception, Crazy White Chicken
threw the toy down and stalked away.
"Stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf herder!" Kara shouted the iconic Star
Wars line and Alex rolled onto her back to scowl playfully.
"Who's scruffy-looking?"
Their cackling laughter was as pure as the sunshine.
Attracted to their monkeys being out in the fields and not busy, several of the alpaca
approached, one particularly burly reddish-buff one leaning down to sniff at Alex's
face. She just smiled with no teeth and blew a friendly breath at the animal. Satisfied,
the 'paca aligned herself to Alex's prone body and neatly folded up her legs just like
her camel cousins to sink down into a neat cush. Alex 'ack'ed as the mass of fluff
settled into her cat-loaf pose, leaning heavily on her human caretaker.
While Alex spluttered and squealed at being half squished by an animal that weighed
more than she did, Kara slowly crumpled to the grass, laughing too hard to stand.
Brainy had to snap the camera into the tripod to cover the shakes of his quiet
amusement. It took a minute, but Kara got some breath back, crawling over to smoosh
her sister's other side and hug the alpaca's long neck.
"Good girl. You nearly smothered the big idiot."
Video over and not wanting the girls to dwell on the potential fate of the farm animals, Sam slithers
away from where she's been mostly pinned by my lax body. With an evil grin, she crouches and
the girls scatter like pigeons.
This is not unusual and I'd rather a trashed apartment and happy family than decorum. After my
rigid upbringing, their constant chaos is like air to me. I soak it up for the quieter days when our
daughters are away at school, as does Sam.
Ah, my Sam, who sometimes seems more hyperactive mutt than my life partner. All that fiery
energy exhausts her sometimes, and romping with the girls gives her a joy like nothing else.
Though I'm hoping to make a different sort of use of that liveliness later…
Daddy had hunting dogs when I was a child. Floppy-eared hounds with alert eyes and a boundless
energy that could be laser focused for hours at learned tasks or frenetic play until they dropped.
That's my Sam.
Ruby didn't inherit that from her, more a child of sharp mind and even sharper wits like I am. Lily
on the other hand, might as well be Sam's biological daughter at how alike they are! Squealing and
roaring, the mongrels rumpus about the depths of the apartment to the music of Ruby's laughter.
Nothing will ever feel more like home than this.
Breathless and flushed from laughing so hard, Ruby eventually wanders back to me, hands busily
smoothing back her hair into a ponytail. She smiles at me where I'm pondering what to do for
dinner to distract me from my simmering hormones.
"Hey Mama, need a hand?"
"I'd be delighted. I'm debating on what to do with this roast. There isn't time for a slow cook. Any
ideas?"
We chat over ideas as we dig through the fridge and pantry to round out the meal. There's plenty to
choose from. I can afford to eat like royalty, but I had more than enough of eating like that. We're a
simpler family with more ordinary tastes and I love that. However, I insist on the best raw
ingredients being brought to me or sourcing them myself. One of my criteria of the schools that
received the honor of teaching my daughters was the quality of their meal program.
Eventually the squealing takes on a different timbre and I trade a wry look with Ruby who
chuckles, "bath time."
"Bath time."
Sure enough, Sam wanders out at few minutes later, wet to her elbows and splashes on her shirt.
She's a mess, clothes askew, hair a rat's nest, face flushed. She looks joyous and delectable.
"I swear she is convinced she'll melt in the damn bath!"
Ruby, a proper New Yorker, bursts into a rendition of 'The March of the Witch Hunters' from
Wicked. As we've seen the musical many times, she gets the laughter she's after.
By the time the apartment is full of the smells of good things to eat, Lily flounces out in a fluffy
towel and carrying another, sodden hair straggling everywhere. Sam just grins and opens her arms
for a hug, not caring in the slightest that she's getting wet all over again. This is near-tradition, one
of us rubbing the extra towel over the wild black strands then gently plying the brush that had been
hidden in its folds. Quick and gentle, the mane is tamed and plaited into a neat braid. With an
affectionate swat, Sam sends Lily off to get some clothes on while the table is set.
Sunday family dinners are tradition, but there's always an edge of melancholy. For when the meal
is done, it's back to boarding school for the girls. But that's exactly why it's so important and we all
look forward to it.
Even if it always goes by too fast.
Then is the familiar scramble for bags and crushing hugs and murmured I love yous and the quiet
left behind.
While a big part of me still wants to throw Sam against the door and kiss her senseless, we need to
adjust to the change in energies. It's gotten far harder with Lily gone too.
In the manner of longtime partnerships, we know what we need both together and apart. Sam kisses
my temple and heads for the kitchen while I go to the couch to straighten it up. The neatness isn't…
soothing exactly, but it's unlike the chaos of the girls, allowing us to inhabit the space differently.
It only takes a few moments and I sit to tuck my knees up under my chin. There are many days
when I question boarding school being the best choice for all of us. The separation is hard, but in a
great many respects, worse for me and Sam. Even Lily is adapting and she's only been at this for
five weeks!
Sam joins me with a large glass of a deeply red brew that I unwind to accept from her so that she
can take her usual spot on the chaise part of the couch. The blood red wine tastes wonderful and
rich, soaking up the lump in my throat and easing my tense belly. Really, it's too good a blend to
chug like cheap crap, but I hardly care.
Needing the comfort and wanting to provide the same, I hand the glass back and twist around to
snuggle closely to her lanky body. Her encircling arm holds me just as tightly as she works her way
through the rest of the glass of wine.
Neither of us moves, but remain in our cuddle, watching the shadows reach and shift. Evenings
close in slowly in summer, but like any part of New York City, it's rarely truly dark. In time, Sam's
phone thrums and she wiggles around to pull it out.
"Lily's safe," she murmurs softly, the words not breaking the hush. More time ticks by in the
shadows and reddening sun, time meaningless until the phone hums again. "And Ruby."
Only then does most of the stress leave us. Our children are ostensibly safer in the walls of their
schools than in a moving car. And with the bleeding away of that tension, a different one returns.
It's cute how Sam blinks back from whatever distant place her mind had gone as I abruptly uncoil
and stand to stretch. When she moves to do the same, I pin her with a glare.
"Stay."
Oh, I love that slightly baffled look, sometimes tinged with annoyance when I get bossy. Pleased
with the theme, I straddle her knees and scoot forward to press into her heavily. I take advantage of
my superior position to kiss her, long and slow.
"Did I tell you how much I missed you?"
My question is little more than a hum of words and Sam's smile is toothy. "Lena, you've been
home for nearly a week."
Ignoring the teasing tone, I lean back in the circle of her arms to slide my hands down the middle of
her torso, splitting under her breasts to worm into the warmth trapped between her back and the
cushions. Watching those hazel-green eyes change is a delight I am by no means tired of. Tugging
her shirt loose from her shorts, I smooth my hands over the small of her back, scratching lightly.
"Did I show you how much I missed you?"
It's both eternally sweet and a little sad at how she always seems a little surprised at my attention.
No matter the solace and comfort we bring one another, some scars are never truly forgotten. Still,
after that moment of, 'oh, hello," she grins dopily and lets me skim her shirt over her head.
Words are superfluous for however long we sit there and kiss, coaxing clothing loose and once
again going over blissfully familiar territory. There's a giggle-inducing and utterly awkward tango
of me waddling backward down the chaise while she scootches after me. I squeak in small alarm as
she gently crashes into me, clamping me to her leanness to prevent a fall.
"Y'know, it's a shame I'm not strong enough to carry you to the bed," Sam muses as she nips along
my neck. Love bites turn into a wicked grin and a rumble of amusement in her chest. "I bet Alex
could."
Dammit, those four words send a storm of ideas and randy hormones blasting through me. When I
squirm to get away, she clamps me hard in those long arms.
"Now, hold up, sexy. Go with it. She'd be so strong, those rough hands hard on your ass, your legs
wrapped around all those firm muscles up against your thighs and pussy, hmmm? Gonna rub
against that belly so hard, aren't you? Those abs soft and hard, flexing and those calloused fingers
deep inside 'til you see stars."
Luckily for my poor hormones, she's added action to storytelling and her hands dig in hard to my
ass to help me rub one out, it's enough in my state.
I'd be embarrassed at how fast the orgasm smashes over me if she hadn't been teasing me all
weekend. And if this illicit crush on Alex Danvers didn't push every button I have.
"Brat," I say conversationally and give her hair a yank. "I should just leave you smug and horny."
Her laugh, once more easy and warm, is every bit as wonderful as the sex. "Hey, smug and horny
is good for business. Why don't you go enjoy a nice bath while I check on the bread and butter,
hmm?"
Knowing that if I jump her now she'll never have the mental or physical capacity to get down to
the club, I sigh dramatically and start getting to wobbly feet. "If I must. Hope you can make it
back, babe."
Not caring in the slightest that I'm shirtless and probably sporting a few small hickies, I hold up my
loosened shorts and sashay away to my bath. Her wistful comment that trails after me feels like a
caress.
"Me too."