the Party - Lovers
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?"
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.
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.
she was married.
she had a curious set of rules that he was oddly willing to abide by.
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.
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.
there was no way in hell she should have her hand there.
oh. He felt a change in her and he strove desperately to maintain control.
There were two things going against him here:
He was a male
He was Galain
her hand! Her hand! Oh gods her hand!
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.
flipped her over and let out a wild groan yet again.
she was stupid then he was a complete moron.
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,
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
purposefully enjoyed Ghetsuhm, casting thought aside. He wouldn’t be
returning to the party that carried on beyond the walls that surrounded him.
all right, love,” he gasped out once. “It’s all right.”
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.