Much thanks to whimsyfox for beta on this one!
Hal closed the door to the loo and leaned against it, letting the James Bond 00-Vampire routine drop as soon as he was alone. He flipped down the lid on the toilet and nearly collapsed onto it, rubbing his face with both hands in an attempt to clear his head. He stared at the door he had just closed and tried to comprehend that beyond it the most glorious and terrifying woman in the world was waiting for him.
Things hadn't gone quite as he'd expected. Hal hadn't expected her to take him up on his offer right away. He'd assumed that she would need more convincing, and he hadn't thought she would be willing to skip the recital. He believed that he would, at best, get the promise of a return to the hotel for further activities before the trip home. Her willingness had been a pleasant surprise.
What's more, Hal had also assumed that sex with Lena would be less exciting now that he was a vampire, and up to this point their sexual activity had been. Sex with Pet had been great and Hal was thankful for the release it gave him. He was also thankful for the opportunity to deal with some of his own personal demons in the arms of a lover he could trust. But sex with Pet, as marvelous as it had been, couldn't compare to vampire blood sex.
Hal Yorke, when the vampire was in control, reveled in the thrill of blood and sex and death, and he didn't believe anything could be more powerful than a good vampire orgasm. The hunger for blood was as primal as the human sex drive and much stronger; satisfying them both at once was exquisitely fulfilling. Vampire blood sex was so overwhelming that Hal had forgotten what human sex felt like.
In the course of his planning Hal neglected to consider two things: first, as a vampire he couldn't just relax and enjoy sex with a human because he had to fight to control the bloodlust at every encounter; second, Lena wasn't human either, so sex with her wasn't going to be human sex. He knew as soon as he joined her on the hotel room bed that he'd made a serious miscalculation, one that became more apparent with each moment. Hal truly did have a weakness for women, and Lena in her true form was more woman than any human female he'd ever met.
The bloodlust didn't influence him when they were together, but the vampire's finely tuned senses and extra stamina were part of him now. Every exquisite sensation was amplified by the change in his nature and he lost himself in a need for her that overrode his reason and his plans.
The change in Hal also meant that Lena could be freer with him than she had been when he was human. He realized that she'd held herself in check for his sake when they had known each other previously, just as he'd done with his human lovers. Pet had also been careful; Hal knew that the torn sheets had kept Pet from tearing into him instead. Even as he used Pet, his lover had been protective of Hal and mindful of the need to avoid violence and blood.
Now, after what had become the most incredible sexual experience of his long, lust-filled life, Hal's brain could only mumble along about 'changing his world-view' and 'singular situation.' His cock, however, was quite happy and alert and was making him feel like a randy teenager again. This just wouldn't do.
Hal stood up to attend to the business at hand. He really did have to piss. Once again he resorted to Gilbert and Sullivan and muttered his newly-created lyrics to "I've Got a Little List," focusing desperately on that and only that.
Lena heard him humming as he came out of the bathroom and the sound caught her attention. "The Mikado? Wait, weren't you humming that when you were…?" she circled a hand over her pubic area and flicked her eyebrows at him suggestively.
He looked away guiltily as he nodded. "I was distracting myself."
"From me? Was it that awful?" She rose from the chair to face him, hairbrush clenched in her hand like a weapon.
"No! God, no, that's not what I meant!" Hal quickly wrapped her in a hug, partially to disarm her and partially to avoid looking her in the face as he continued. "I used it to—distract myself, to control my urges." He felt her stiff frame start to soften as he continued. "I was desperate to do as I said I would, without using you for my own satisfaction." His voice broke as he continued. "I was—afraid—that I would—" his voice became a ragged whisper—"force myself on you. Again." He finished his confession and waited for her to tear herself away from him in disgust.
Instead she tucked her arms around him and chuckled. "Forcing yourself on me isn't going to happen." She drew back to look at his face. "I sincerely appreciate your concern, I do. You don't know how much it means to me. But Hal, if you freely offer something that I badly want, it isn't force."
He breathed again, something he had forgotten to do. "I know. I just, I haven't been, haven't done, haven't had…relations…for a very long time. What we've been doing…it is nothingcompared to this."
He stumbled over his words, distracted by his fear of making a misstep and offending her. He was briefly ashamed by his own awkwardness, but her beautiful eyes softened rather than teased him for it.
"I feel the same. I wasn't expecting it to be so…mind-blowingly spectacular," Lena said with a smile. "I've never experienced anything like it. You've definitely earned a good report."
Her easy manner allowed Hal to regain control of himself. "I failed to break the bed," he pointed out.
"Sturdy bed," Lena said as she pulled herself from his embrace. "So, do you want to wash my back, or what?" she continued as she rummaged through her overnight bag. "Damn! Forgot my body wash! Hotel soap it is, then."
As they moved into the loo Hal took a quick inventory: 4 large towels, 4 wash cloths, 2 tiny bars of bath soap. Seems a bit out of balance, he thought. We'll just make the best of things. The room had a tub-shower combination that would be a tight fit for the both of them.
Lena turned on the water and adjusted the temperature and pressure. She hesitated before stepping into the tub. "Hal?"
"Hmm?" He was meticulously unwrapping a miniature soap.
"When was the last time you showered with a...lover?"
He looked up at the question. "Over 60 years ago. You?"
She looked at her feet and nervously dug her toes into the bath rug. "Never."
"Is that your preference?" He frowned slightly, puzzled by the conversation. Up to this point she hadn't suggested that they shower together and neither had Pet. Maybe Hal misunderstood her interest. "I can step out if you'd rather have the room to yourself."
"No, it's not that, I just haven't had the opportunity. We haven't tried it at home yet. It wasn't safe for us and I…I didn't want Pet to have that, when I couldn't. Silly, I know."
"Not silly at all," Hal said quietly.
"I just thought I should warn you. I'm likely to be a bit doofless."
Hal was once again puzzled, as his bewildered expression clearly demonstrated. "Doofless?"
She smiled self-consciously. "Sorry. Clueless and clumsy, and not fully aware of how bad off I am about things." She opened the shower curtains just enough to step in.
Hal followed. "You really are adorable," he said with a smile. "Not to worry, two people in a shower this small are bound to be a bit clumsy." He held up a wash cloth and the tiny soaps. "Now madam, about your back."
Lena smiled as she turned around under the water, wetting herself before giving Hal her back. He carefully wrapped the tiny soaps in the washcloth, dampened it, and began scrubbing in gentle circles across her shoulder blades, down the smoothly-muscled curve of her back and over her backside.
He found his favorite freckle, one he remembered from 1514; it sat midway up her spine. Nastusia had called it a birthmark, as it was larger than most freckles and heart-shaped rather than round. He'd found it on Lena the first time she'd allowed him to get close to her back. It had been on Pet as well. Hal knew it was foolish, but he was pleased that she shared part of her true self with him, no matter what form she took.
"There. All done," he said.
She turned to rinse, then reached for the cloth. "Switch places. Your turn."
He obliged and adjusted the shower head so the spray hit his legs rather than his chest as she began washing his back, tracing patterns that followed the line of his muscles. Hal decided that all the time spent working out was paying off in spades, as Lena clearly enjoyed his body and he was happy to let her. She began circling across and down his back as he had done hers. She paused and raised his arms one at a time so she could stroke the smooth skin under his arms and down his sides. She'd always loved the feel of that part of his body. Suspecting that she was just about done with him, Hal adjusted the shower head again and ducked, laughing as the spray hit her in the face.
"Asshole!" she jumped back and he turned around, catching her in a hug and kiss before she could reciprocate. Hal took the cloth from her hand as he kissed her; he began washing her front, turning it into a seduction as he held each breast and gently washed it. He followed her curves along the undersides of her breasts and down her ribcage to her stomach. He moved across her hips and the soft wedge between her legs. Lena stopped him when she felt her knees begin to weaken and took her turn with the cloth on his chest, moving down the tight muscles of his abdomen.
She quickly ran into the real estate guarded by Big Boy, at attention and ready for action. She took her well-trained accomplice in one hand and moved it as needed to finish washing Hal's abs and groin, secretly pleased at the heft of it and the way it jumped of its own accord when she touched it. Hal stood silently, one hand on the wall and the other clenching the shower rod with a death grip as she manipulated him. Lena bit one side of her lower lip and frowned slightly as she assiduously washed every inch of him except his genitals. He was entranced by her expression and couldn't look away.
"Hmm. To wash or not to wash, that is the question," she said.
"I. wouldn't." Hal said through clenched teeth.
She tossed the washcloth aside. "Next question then. How do we have sex in this thing?"
"Brace yourself," Hal said as he spun her around and pushed her shoulders forward so that she had to catch herself with her hands on the end wall of the tub enclosure. He quickly grabbed the back of her leg and set it on the corner of the tub as he entered her from behind, his hand reaching around to guide himself in and pleasure her. Hal was moving before he had his other hand planted next to hers on the wall; he plunged them both immediately into frantic grinding and thrusting. They were slippery and soapy and soaking wet, inside and out, and Lena felt her arms weaken with the strength of yet another amazing orgasm, but she held on as her head bumped against the wall with the force of his thrusts.
She felt her leg start to fail and she gave warning as best she could. "Man down, man down!" as she began to slide. With a fierce growl Hal lifted her with his arm around her waist and held her weight for a few more seconds, until he had come. They both collapsed, sliding and falling together onto the tub floor.
"Ow." Lena said, rubbing the top of her head. "Banged my head against the wall. Repeatedly."
"Sorry," Hal shifted and winced, rubbing his knee. "Cracked my knee on the rim of the tub."
"I guess that makes us both doofless," Lena said with a chuckle. "Good thing we heal quickly." She shivered. "I think we are losing our hot water," she said as she reached out with a foot to turn off the tap.
"Hm. Impressive move," Hal said.
"Thanks, I have monkey toes." She flexed her foot at him.
"I know," he teased. "You used to pick things up and throw them at me. Rocks, sticks, undergarments…" They were unwinding and climbing up out of the tub now, with Hal speaking thoughtlessly of Nastusia as he gave Lena his hand and helped her up. He slid open the shower curtain and stepped out, limping slightly as he reached for the towels. He handed her a towel, got one for himself, and moved aside to give her space to step out and dry off.
Lena dried her arms and upper body and wrapped her wet hair in the towel. Hal handed her a second one without being asked. As she finished drying she also ran her towel down his spine, catching the area he had missed.
"Thanks, love," he said lightly, then froze as his jaw snapped shut in reaction to what he had just said. Hal's brain, late for duty, didn't notice the 'l-word' heading for the public venue until it was too late to prevent it. That didn't keep it from sounding the klaxon and throwing up a giant flashing STOP, just in time to mortify him for what he had let slip. He was determined not to admit his feelings for Lena until she had done so for him. Shit!
Lena, always aware of Hal's emotional nuances, responded to his tone of voice rather than the reaction that had followed.
"You're welcome, love," she said lightly, as she bent to dry a leg. Hal threw her a startled and grateful look as he left the loo. Apparently she was accepting the word as a term of affection rather than a declaration on his part. That truth was still secret and safe.
He moved into the bedroom to the pile of his clothes on the floor. They hadn't planned on staying the night so Hal hadn't packed a bag, he'd just grabbed a suit on the way out. He picked up his shirt and trousers and shook them out individually. He couldn't help noticing the wrinkles. He laid them over the back of a chair in hopes that they would look less messy than he feared when he put them back on. As Hal turned he noticed for the first time the wreck they'd made of the bed. He sighed as he removed the torn duvet and tossed it into a corner. The chambermaid was going to be thrilled with them.
Lena came in to sort through her clothes. She'd remembered a change of undergarments but had no clean outer wear except the dress she planned to wear to the recital. Her tights and t-shirt were in even worse shape than Hal's clothes. Hal sat on the side of the bed and watched her move through the room with that peculiar grace and ease that fascinated him. He saw her strength in the subtle musculature that moved under her rich golden skin. With her towel-wrapped hair sitting like a turban on her head Lena looked like a queen or goddess from pagan stories of ancient times. Because she is, he thought.
Giving up clothes for the moment, Lena removed the towel from her hair and began working on the tangles. "I think I need a buzz cut," she muttered.
"Not again!"
Hal's sudden exclamation startled her and she spun around to see him staring down in combined pride and horror at his massive erection. He looked at her and blushed, his face pinking and his ears turning bright red as he began to apologize for his unruly penis.
"I'm so—I can't—"
"Tut," she shut him up quickly as she felt herself respond immediately to both his erection and to his adorable, messy-haired, clumsy embarrassment. "Waste not, want not." She strode across the room with the swagger of a predator, pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. "Mind if I take a ride?"
"Not if I can join you," he responded, hiding his relief and joy and awe of her in small talk.
"Hang on then," she laughed as she expertly caught up the tip of his penis and slipped onto him. "This I promise I am not doofless at."
"I remember," he said, as he stretched out on the bed and braced himself.
She settled onto him and nestled in. "Mmm, I've missed this."
"So have I," he agreed. "How can you be so perfectly snug? Are you adjusting to fit for my benefit?"
"No, this is all-natural me. Glad you like it."
She tightened her pelvic muscles to give Big Boy a nice hug and began a long, smooth stroke that drew Hal off the bed. He couldn't help himself—he ached as she left him and desperately craved the feel of her around him. She paused with just his tip inside her and watched him struggle against the urge to arch higher against her or grab her hips and force her down. His hands twisted in the bedding as she rocked, teasing him with the possibility of what could happen next.
She dropped, pushing him into the bed as his erection plunged into her. She gave him a moment and began again. Lena was expert at this particularly luscious form of torture, and now that Hal was no longer an easily-breakable human she could relax and enjoy herself even more.
Hal watched her eyebrow arch and a half-smile lift the corner of her mouth, and he knew he was in for the ride of his life. Several minutes later he began to think that he might be the first vampire to die of a heart attack after all. He could no longer refrain from holding her hips but his suggestions made no difference in her movements. She did as she chose, so he grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut and let her drive him mad.
Hal noticed her increased heartbeat and ragged breathing and opened his eyes to see her pleasuring herself as she pleasured him. His own excitement spiked as he watched her lose control, and he took over their movements as she finally let him grind into her as he held her against him. They were in it for themselves now, and both quickly realized that was not what they wanted.
He pushed her hand aside and took over pleasing her as she focused on moving with him again. She slid her fingers into his mouth and he sucked them eagerly as he came. She kept rocking gently as he brought her to climax, and she drew the last of his ejaculate from him as waves of bliss rolled through her. She collapsed onto his chest.
"Wow," Lena said eventually. "That was much more fun than I expected."
"You have a heart designed for torture, my lady," Hal said. "Exquisite, delicious torture. I like it."
They smiled together as she moved off of him and stretched out on the bed. "We're juicy again," she said as he pulled himself up to join her.
"Indeed. And we neglected to bring towels from the loo."
"If I had the energy I'd just lick you clean," she murmured.
Hal was surprised by how much he liked the sound of what she suggested. "I'll give you a minute to recuperate," he offered.
She rolled onto her side and looked at him. "It has been a while," she said.
"Not so long. Only a few centuries." His hand sought her of its own accord as he spoke. He brushed his fingers along her cheek.
"I used to enjoy doing that for you," she said. "I wonder if it would taste different now."
"So do I," Hal confessed. "But I'm honestly too tired to find out. You've worn me to a frazzle."
Lena smirked at his use of one of her colloquialisms. "I'll give you a minute to recuperate," she said.
She slid down on the bed and snuggled against him as she rested her head on his belly. She began to move gently, with the understanding that Big Boy had been through a lot and was probably very sensitive by this point. Hal tensed as she touched him but he recognized the gentleness in her movements and relaxed again. There was no expectation in what she was doing to him; it was just simple caring action. It made him feel treasured. There is so much in her, he thought. Even now I can't fully comprehend what she is.
Lena finished cleaning off Big Boy with a tender kiss before returning to the head of the bed. Hal was waiting to hold her in his arms and he kissed her, drawing their flavour from her before letting her settle against him.
"We taste good together," he said. He tasted the richness of life on her lips and wanted more. He kissed her again. "We taste exceptionally good together."
"We do," she agreed.
"Thank you."
You're welcome. My pleasure."
"I feel selfish. I should return the favour," he said. I want more, he thought.
"I'm not sure I could handle it."
"I can be gentle, my lady. I'll prove it to you."
"There's no need, Hal. Rest. I'm fine."
But he was already moving, and she turned onto her back as he slowly sat up. He turned back to look at her face. "Don't expect anything big to come of this," he said. "I truly am finished, for a while at least."
"So am I," she said.
He slid down and turned onto his stomach as she moved her legs apart to accommodate him. She drew her legs up, set her feet on the bed, and decided that was all the effort she had the energy for. He rested his head on her abdomen for a moment.
"Your mound of Venus is a lovely cushion," he said. "Have I told you how pleased I am that your natural form isn't a bony little girl? Your curves make me very happy."
"I'm glad to hear it," she said lightly. "Your ability to enjoy my mound of Venus makes me very happy. I don't just mean that sexually, either. I'm glad that I don't have to hold myself apart from you any longer."
Hal nodded his understanding, then moved to begin his gentle ministrations on her lady parts. He eased his way along, carefully brushing her tender flesh with his tongue and kissing gently as he cleaned her body. Hal savoured the taste; it was warm, tangy, and impossibly alive, more so than she alone had been. It made no sense.
As a vampire Hal carried only death within him and only death could be released from him. He had no life to offer, and yet in their combined fluids he found a life-force as powerful as the blood of a freshly-caught victim. He was shocked at the discovery. She's accomplished the impossible again, he thought. She's given life to a vampire.
His hunger for the taste of them grew and he pushed as far into her as he could, gathering as much as possible with each stroke of his tongue. He moved more aggressively along her outer tissues and returned to her core to draw the liquid from her.
"Hal?" Her voice sounded ragged. "You should stop now."
He'd gone too far and was irritating her sensitive tissues. He wrenched himself away from her and took a shaky breath. "That may be a challenge," he said. "This is as good as blood." It was all the explanation he dared make.
She was so surprised that she nearly leaped up onto her elbows to stare at him.
"Not your blood, my lady. Nothing can trump that, I'm afraid, but blood in general may have found its match in us." He met her look and she could see that he struggled to keep away from her lady parts.
"In that case, carry on. I'll just have to persevere," she said.
Her face lit up with a grin and Hal realized that he wasn't hurting her, he was pleasing her. He returned her grin before returning to her lady parts. By the time he had her all cleaned up, spic and span, not a hint of residue left, Hal also had her writhing and panting his name. He felt himself quite restored as well and decided he was up for one more round of intercourse. He pulled his body up and along hers, rubbing his skin against hers as he smoothly repositioned himself. His lips met hers as he entered her, and she accepted him eagerly.
He rolled his hips in twisting, shortened strokes that allowed his body to maintain contact with her clitoris while his erection worked her g-spot. One hand held her breast, thumb rubbing her nipple in time with his strokes. His mouth claimed hers, also in rhythm, as he drove them both toward climax. He felt her surrender to him and follow his lead, and Hal knew that he had mastered Lena in her true form. It was his turn to be in charge.
She came first, with a gasping murmur. "Hal—halgasm."
He wasn't sure that's what she said, but he was sure that's what he wanted, because it meant he could hold her in it until he reached his own climax. Her arms lay limply across the bed and her legs barely shifted with his movements as she languished in the soft sway of pleasure. Only the reflexive movements of her pelvic muscles indicated to Hal that she was still with him, but that was all he needed. He tensed as he released into her and she responded by tightening around him.
"I have great Kegels," she said with a lazy smile.
"I noticed. I'm being milked like a cow's teat."
"Complaining?"
"Hardly." He pulled out slowly and pushed back in with a groan. "Not quite ready to leave," he said.
"Stay as long as you like."
"We'll never make it home at this rate."
"We could just buy the hotel and stay here. Order out for food. And drink. And clean linens."
He chuckled. "You have no sense of propriety. I think I'm beginning to like it."
They stayed quietly together for a few moments, enjoying gentle kisses and the sensation of skin against skin, until they felt the slip of fluid leaving their bodies where they lay joined.
"Oh dear, we've made another mess," Hal said demurely. "What shall we do? We have yet to fetch the towels." He flicked his eyebrows at her with a wickedly playful grin.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you? This could become an endless cycle, you know." Lena returned his grin with her own.
"Complaining?" he murmured as he moved down her body to resume his former position.
"Only because it puts you out of reach of my kisses," Lena said as his lips brushed against her again. "But never mind. I'll persevere as always."
Eventually Hal and Lena decided that the only way they were going to make it home from Bangor was to avoid all forms of contact, including eye contact, long enough to individually wash up and dress in the bathroom. Hal decided to leave his suit on the hanger and re-wear his wrinkled clothes. Lena's dancewear was not fresh enough for her to consider reusing, so she changed into the simple blue A-line dress she had planned to wear to the recital. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her sparkly silver flats, Lena looked like a college co-ed ready for a date.
Hal looked more like the tail end of the date and she had to laugh as she said, "You look like you're making the walk of shame."
"What?"
"You know, when you come home the next morning in the same clothes you wore out the previous night," she teased him. "It's a sign of promiscuousness."
"Hmph." Hal wasn't amused. He got his suit and her overnight bag as she left a sizeable tip for the chambermaid. "And just how many times have you made 'the walk of shame?'" he asked.
"Never. The term hadn't been invented yet the last time I had sex," Lena said as she threw a wrap around her shoulders and looked at the wreck of linens on the bed. "Still didn't break it," she observed as they left their room.
Hal followed her to the car, both of them moving silently through the early morning quiet of the inn. He once again found himself curious about her recent lovers but at the same time he didn't want to know. He was afraid he would be tempted to hunt them down and kill them if he knew who they were, which he suspected may be a sign of jealousy on his part. After he put their things in the back seat of Lena's R8, Hal asked the question anyway.
"When was the last time you had sex, then?" He spoke casually, glancing at her across the roof of her car.
"You should know. You were there," she replied.
"I mean before that." Hal thought she was referring to their violent encounter after the battle with the vampires.
"You should know," she said again. "You were there." She got behind the wheel and started the car.
He inhaled sharply, completely caught off guard by her statement. 500 years! His heart leaped at the knowledge that no one else had touched her as a fierce sense of possession rose within him. The noise of the engine firing startled him into action, and he got in the car as she put it into gear.
She quickly got onto the A55 and from there the M5, which had been the route she studied. They sat quietly for a few minutes, with Hal watching the bits of the world caught in their headlights as they passed. He was thinking about the meaning of her last statement.
"Why?" he asked quietly.
"After you left—" she paused, revising her thought before speaking. "—after we separated, I had a hard time trusting people. I didn't find anyone I could trust to be intimate with, and to tell the truth, I wasn't looking."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You were worth waiting for." She smiled, glancing at him briefly before turning her attention back to the road. "You do, however, have a lot of catching up to do, so be prepared to be very busy for the foreseeable future, mister."
He chuckled as he rested a hand on her thigh. "I'm happy to be as busy as you want. We may need to fortify ourselves with breakfast first, however."
"Are you suggesting we might not make it home?"
"I'm suggesting we might not make it to Birmingham," he said with a leer as he slipped his hand under her skirt.
"Hal, I can't possibly concentrate on the road with your hand sneaking up my thigh."
"Then pull over," he said silkily as his hand slid over the curve of her thigh and his fingers teased along the edge of her pants.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have an addictive personality?"
"Does that mean I'm easy to get addicted to? Not in so many words, but I have been told that I'm hard to forget."
"That's not exactly what it means, no." Lena shook her head. "You're incorrigible. I think I like it." She threw him a smile before returning her focus to the road.
"Just out of curiosity, my lady, how distracted would you have to be in order to put us in harms' way?" Hal asked the question as he worked his way into the side of her pants and brushed against her warm vulva.
"It looks like you intend to find out," she said. "I have to admit, this is a new game for me. Are you sure you want to risk it?"
She thought his answer was 'no' when he removed his hand from her pants, but she quickly realized that he was simply changing position as he pulled the front of her pants down and moved confidently into the area he had just left. Hal casually watched the road ahead as he gave her instructions.
"Shift your leg over, please. Good, now slide forward in your seat, just a bit. Mmm, perfect, that will do nicely, thank you."
Lena kept driving, astonished at the ease with which Hal had taken over again. As his fingers slid once more into territory that he seemed to think belonged as much to him as it did to her, Lena couldn't help wondering just how much experience he had with this sort of game. He quietly began to tease and pleasure her as if nothing out-of the-ordinary was happening. He chatted about breakfast possibilities and the frightful number of sheep that were caught in the glare of their headlights. Hal hated sheep, as he explained to Lena while she twitched and ground her teeth to keep from begging him to stop what he was doing or to fuck her, whichever he preferred.
She eventually set the cruise control on a conservative speed and hoped to god that she'd notice any sharp curves, because there was no way she could focus on the road and what Hal was doing. She knew she should pull over but that would be admitting defeat, damn it, and she wasn't about to be outdone. Finally he allowed her to climax, on a decently straight stretch of road where he could take the steering wheel with his free hand when she was no longer able to control her movements. She kept her feet off the pedals and was thankful she managed that much. When she was able to resume steering, Hal carefully held up her skirt and pulled his hand from her pants.
"Breakfast," he said with a wicked sparkle in his eyes as he sucked his fingers.
"Asshole," she replied. "I'll definitely need to freshen up when we stop to eat."
Hal looked thoughtful. "If you want to stop for a decent meal I should change clothes. I'm hardly fit to serve as your escort, wearing yesterday's clothes as I am."
"I'm hungry , so we're stopping. The sun is coming up; surely we can find a restaurant open soon."
"Very well."
Hal began the process of changing into his suit in the confines of a moving car, which required a great deal of careful maneuvering on his part as he was loathe to wrinkle his fresh clothes. Lena knew it would be a struggle, which was a good part of the reason she insisted on stopping for a meal. It was his turn to be a little bit uncomfortable and her turn to be in charge.
She had to admit that Hal did a remarkable job of dressing himself on the fly. He didn't bother with a tie but she liked the open-collar look very much. He would most definitely be a suitable breakfast escort. In fact, Hal had turned out to be suitable in quite a few ways.