I felt the need to write a straight-forward sex piece (with more than a little humor.) This is a highly predictable little ditty I just needed to get out when I'd gone a little too long without any. Enjoy!
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"But he's such a dickwad!"
"That's not your concern," Brian asserted levelly, "Who she chooses to date is up to her."
"But..." I want to argue more, but Brian holds a hand up. He's right, of course. My best friend and roommate, and secret love of my life, has every right to date whoever she wants. She just keeps picking losers.
"Fine. I won't talk about it anymore," I acquiesce.
"Thank you," Brian sighs with relief. "Why don't you just tell her how you feel."
"Because she's my best friend. She doesn't think of me that way."
Brian shrugs and goes back to drinking his beer and watching the game. I finish my beer and stand up.
"St. Louis has it tied up. There's no point in watching anymore. Goodnight."
Brian gives a half-hearted wave as he remains glued to the game.
The drive home is painful because, chances are, dickwad is going to be there fucking Laney, and I don't need to hear that. I should have stayed at the bar, but I'm drawn like a mindless moth to a flame. Laney is going to be moving out soon, and I want to spend as much time with her as I can before she goes.
When I get home, the lights are off, so I was probably right, they're somewhere fucking like rabbits. Dropping my keys in the bowel and hanging my coat on the rack, I head for the bathroom to get ready for bed. At least they aren't in the living room this time.
I open the bathroom door and go to flip on the light when I notice there are candles lit in the room. Looking up, I see Laney, head fallen back, eyes closed , draped over the claw-foot tub. Terror grips me. She can't be dead! God no!
I drop to my knees and feel for a pulse. It feels kind of weak, but even. Then I notice how cold her skin feels and I dip my fingers in the water. Brrr! Ice cold.
"Laney!" I whisper, nudging her. Nothing. I push her shoulder a little harder and she starts to slip deeper into the icy water. "Laney, wake up!" I shout. Still nothing.
Pulling the plug, I start to lift her from the water before I think it through. She's sopping wet and I didn't even pull out a towel. Holding her cradled in my arms, I squat to reach a towel and with a little flick of my wrist I toss it onto her belly. Not really doing much good, but fuck it, I need to warm her up.
Once in her bedroom, I figure I can sit her in her chair and dry her some, but she slumps so much I'm afraid she's going to slide right out. A few quick wipes with the towel and I lift her again to get her in her bed. Should have pulled the blankets down first, but I do the best I can.
"Laney? Can you hear me, honey?" I try again. She turns her head a little, and I take that as a good sign. I've always heard the best way to warm someone is with body heat, so I strip off my clothes and get in the bed with her, pulling the blankets over us both. I wrap as much of her body in mine as I can.
Up until now I've been acting on adrenaline, but now I realize I'm naked in bed with Laney. Not how I'd always imagined it, but still.
"Laney, wake up sweetie," I murmur in her ear as I draw her tight to me. "Come on, honey, speak to me."
She turns her head again, and mumbles something. I keep talking to her as I rub my hands briskly along her arm, then her thigh. My brisk strokes turn into caresses without my conscious decision, and my hand circles her flat stomach before cupping one of her pert breasts.
"Oh my God! What am I doing? My best friend is hypothermic and I'm molesting her! What kind of wanker am I?" I go back to rubbing her briskly. She's started to shiver, which I think is a good sign.
"Mmphm" Laney says, turning to nuzzle into my neck, planting a little kiss just below my ear.
