Chapter 54

Later they would call that their last protected time, the last week-end where their friends were able to shield them from the world. After that week-end everything, good and bad, started to happen.

After an entirely perfect Thanksgiving, including the best feast any of them had ever remembered having, football which Morgan and Dave insisted upon, Spencer tolerated, and Penelope and Laura knit through, and calls to loved ones far away they woke the next morning to several feet of snow and an expected lack of power. Thankfully Dave's kitchen could adapt to that, so breakfast was had and then they went about helping him decorate for the holiday. "Who's planning on being in the area for Christmas?" Dave asked.

"I am." Penelope said.

"I don't know…" Laura looked to Spencer.

Her family was out of the question, of course. "Mom gets overly stressed on the holiday, as do many of the patients there, so they don't actually celebrate the holiday." Spencer said. "I usually just go out for Thanksgiving, but this year we'll probably go sometime between now and then, if you're up for it."

"I'd love to meet your mother." Laura said. She turned back to Dave, "Looks like we'll be in town."

Dave nodded. "What about you?" He asked Morgan.

"Depends," Morgan looked at them with a wolf-like grin. "Is Tonya coming in to town?"

While his face didn't change, inwardly Spencer frowned.

Two weeks after they started Lizzy actually came down to meet them. She was much younger than they expected, all of eight, and woefully undereducated. Still, he'd been able to walk her through what she needed to know to contact the team. By that night she'd sent a note saying she'd talked to them and given them what little he had to go on.

He hadn't told her about the forced sex. He would not add to the psychological abuse that way.

Thankfully Mr. Kipling, as he was known, had brought supplies of all sorts, including things they had requested, everything from research for their work to books to yarn for Laura to lube. Granted it was a special kind that was supposed to enhance fertility, but it also worked very, very well. That was why he could take her slowly now, savoring each exquisite moment. There was something deeply precious and special about having someone just trust him with all of this, with letting him in to her body, letting him change it in ways both subtle and profound. As far as he was concerned it was only right that she enjoy the process.

That was why, after they had kissed until their lips were swollen and he had stroked off her clothing he rolled so she was on top this time, straddling his body. He raised his hips to roll against her. "I want to see." He said.

"What?" She murmured, looking at him with eyes already dilated with pleasure.

"I want to watch, I want to see what you do." He reached down and positioned himself at her entrance. "Sit up."

"Huh?"

"Up." He eased her into a kneeling position, groaning as she sheathed him in all that silken heat. He quickly turned his mind to the numbers, letting them give him some distance so this wouldn't be over too quickly. "Show me what feels right." He said as he gently caressed her spread thighs.

As he watched her hands roamed, first to her breasts, touching lightly there, lighter than he had expected. But the hand that drifted between her legs was direct and firm, he could feel it against the root of his penis, how she worked herself. It was only a moment before she lost herself in the pleasure, rocking him against something deep inside her body while she touched the places that felt so good. He got up on his elbows to better watch, and in response she dropped the hand at her breasts, letting him watch all of her as she quickly worked herself to sharp climax.

"What are you thinking about?" She panted, as her hand, now damp and hot, dropped away and landed on his hip.

"Statistics," he admitted. But he took her by the waist and flipped her under him, driving into her at just the angle to work that nerve from the inside now, while he leaned down to nuzzle at her neck, her breasts. Sudden thought, he hadn't shaved that morning, now he gently brushed those tender bits with the bristles on his chin and was rewarded with their tightening, a sudden sharp cry, her hips thrusting back up to him again. This time was quick and hot as he took her to a second peak, and then her eyes widened again as he gave in and emptied into her. He held her as she shuddered and laughed with the sheer joy running through her veins. "Two?" He asked.

"Three." She gasped out. "You're ruining me." She told him

Ruining? For other men? He pushed aside the twinge of….was that jealousy...he felt at the thought? "Kind of the goal here." He rolled again, pulling her boneless body into his arms as he remained inside her. "This may be wrong to admit but I'm trying to keep you outside of the statistical norm."

"Hmmm?" Her response included opening a lazy eye to look up at him.

"Statistically only 25% of women actually reach orgasm during intercourse, although 98% are capable, the difference being that the remainder requires some form of direct clitoral stimulation." He replied. He always did like having something to toy with, his own form of stimming, and her body was ideal for the purpose, specifically the long curves of her back and the soft waves that fell behind her ear. "The problem being that direct stimulation before actual copulation is considered optional by most men and during copulation is actually offensive, implying that they aren't good enough when really, it's the position. Usually the more committed the relationship the more willing the male partner is to accept the female's need for direct stimulation, but even with that five percent still remain unable to climax during any given encounter."

"So…you're out to make sure I have a good time every time." She asked.

"Yes." He told her.

"Why?"

A dozen reasons crowded his mind but the one that came out came from his heart. "Because I love you and you deserve it."

She stretched up to kiss him. "I love you too."

Spencer mentally sighed. He understood now that Morgan's unfortunate habit of only going out with a woman once, of taking her to his bed and then never looking back, was a reflection of what had happened with Carl Buford, a way of proving his masculinity by having nearly every woman attracted to him. It just wasn't fair to the women though, the chance of a woman actually enjoying herself during a random, one-time encounter was only 15%. It was more that they received validation for reaching the extreme and constantly shifting beauty standards of society, having an attractive, virile man take them to his bed was proof that they were doing a good job with the body maintenance, no more. But he also knew that Morgan was a good man at heart and if he knew that the women weren't really enjoying themselves….ah, but how could he tell him?

"Why?" Laura asked him

"Oh, you know." Morgan grinned.

"So you can hook-up?"

"Morgan here is notorious for it." Penelope admitted. "I don't think he's ever gone out with a woman twice."

"I don't hear them complaining." He bragged.

Laura gave Morgan a very patient smiled. "Let me tell you something about women and sex…."