Galain's Stories

Ditching the Party - Lovers

"Now you know, any time you want me to stop, all you have to do is yell "uncle". " He obviously wasn't frustrated enough, and there were no more physical levels open to her. She was a tad more resourceful than that, though. She slithered back up his body to rest her head on his shoulder, surrounding him with the spicy scent of her hair. Did she think it was cheating that her shampoo contained a potent Chinese aphrodisiac? Nup. "There's more than one way to skin a cat, though. Another way to frustrate a man would be to tell him that it was a terrible pity that he couldn't actually have me, given that I'm the perfect woman for him. I have, despite trying quite hard, no understanding at all of jealousy, and I'm completely impossible to get pregnant. Or perhaps if I told him that, if it weren't for my husband, I'd hunt him down so I could give him my heart. Would that work?"  

Words were a terribly lethal weapon when it came to the war of frustration Ghetsuhm and Galain were waging upon each other and her words just now had him seizing up. He couldn’t quite breathe and why was the ceiling spinning so quickly? He caught a whiff of her hair and emitted a groan and looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“Mercy?” He asked in a hoarse voice. He didn’t want to hear any more, oh gods no. So he did the only thing he could think of and clamped his lips over hers and punished her quite thoroughly. If he was going to leave this room in an explosive state, so was she. She was indeed the perfect woman.

Except she was married.

And she had a curious set of rules that he was oddly willing to abide by.


Ghetsuhm was quite fond of being punished. And she'd got that noise she'd been after. Unfortunately, the noise had a rather potent effect on her, and she realised in one of the less fuzzy bits of her brain that she was going to have to rely on Galain's self-control, because hers had popped out for a pack of cigarettes and would be back shortly.


She had always thought they would be like fireworks: beautiful, powerful, explosive, and then dead damp husks being picked up off the lawn the next day. Man, she was stupid sometimes.

And there was no way in hell she should have her hand there.  

Uh oh. He felt a change in her and he strove desperately to maintain control. There were two things going against him here:

1. He was a male

2. He was Galain

Oh my gods!!!!

And her hand! Her hand! Oh gods her hand!

“Gh…” He tried to warn her. He honestly did. However, his own self control had just joined hers for that pack of cigarettes, offering his own.

He flipped her over and let out a wild groan yet again.

If she was stupid then he was a complete moron.

Viva la morons!  

The last remaining alarms in Ghetsuhm's head went off. She was just a breath away from doing something she was really going to enjoy. Regret! regret, yeah.

She scrabbled away from under his body until she ran up against the bedhead. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod." Okay, so it wasn't very articulate, but it got the point across. Then she realised they were still cuffed together, and she'd just dragged him after her.

She wasn't going to have any more hurt. If she turned her back on him now he'd completely understand, but it would still hurt, both of them. She wasn't the kind of woman who could take comfort in feeling all noble. gods, what am I going to do? Hell, she knew what she was going to do, she was just trying to come up with a way to justify it, and that wasn't happening any time soon.

She moved back, seeing her own strain in his face, and took his head between her hands. Which landed his hand in her hair. Dammit, the key was on the bed somewhere, right? She looked around and realised they had no hope of finding it now, in the happy mess they'd made. She couldn't help but grin, even though she realised she was probably confusing him. "I don't want you taking on any more guilt, understand? So I'll take it." And she put her hand right back where it had been before. 

Okay, he had to admit being dragged across the bed was rather stimulating and not something he’d fully considered before. The repeated “Ohmygod” had him alert as well. And the fact that they were still cuffed? Well hey. Galain regarded his wrist with a happy look before he stared into the unusual blue of Ghetsuhm’s eyes.

He loved Ghetsuhm. It was agony whenever she chose to be with someone else. It had been something to be at her wedding. I don’t want you taking on any more guilt, understand? So I’ll take it.

Galain groaned again. No more time for thinking. No more time for guilt. It was time to just be. He loved this woman, no matter how beyond his reach she was. He thrust aside thoughts of another, knowing he was so beyond redemption it was impossible.

Galain purposefully enjoyed Ghetsuhm, casting thought aside. He wouldn’t be returning to the party that carried on beyond the walls that surrounded him.

“It’s all right, love,” he gasped out once. “It’s all right.”  

Lying warm in his arms, Ghetsuhm smiled helplessly. She was incredibly happy. Later on she would get rolling drunk and think about what it meant for her now that she'd finally admitted to herself that she loved two men. She'd never thought she could love one.