I grabbed my phone and sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling. So many messages. Patiently, I started reading the first one.
Fallon walked into the room naked. I could tell he had washed and combed his hair. He went to the other side of the bed and sat, grabbing up his laptop. He lifted his legs onto the bed, leaned back and grabbed a pillow to put in his lap. Then he set the computer on it and began to type rapidly.
“What are they saying? Can you read me some of the messages?” he asked.
I leaned back on the pillows and drew up the covers. Then I placed a plate of snacks between us. Phone in hand, I began to read them out loud to him.
As if we were in a perfectly rehearsed dance, we went to work. I never thought I'd be doing this sitting naked next to him, but here we were. Sometimes I stumbled over words.
Fallon remained clear in his speech, but he took his time responding. Technically, we were working severely inebriated. But we had each other's backs. We caught each other up in minor mistakes and finished each other's sentences. It was actually quite miraculous, what we were doing. Within half an hour, we had a new report sent to Control and theyacknowledged it and said they would get all the new changes implemented as quickly as possible.
“There's more about the storm.” Fallon showed me graphics on his computer. They were not new to me, but I noticed the numbers had changed. They were updated.
We got back to work on analysis, sharing our numbers as quickly as we came up with them and trying to put them in some sort of strategic order.
Night came again.
I could tell Fallon’s concentration was flagging. His face and chest were flushed. Periodically, he let out little moons I didn't think he was aware of.
I reached out to him, stroking my hand down his shoulder. “I'm getting these new coordinates in order. As soon as I send them, we can take a break from this.”
What I really meant was as soon as we got this part of our work out of the way I was going to grab him and have my way with him again and again.
He kept typing on his computer even as he glanced my way with soulful gratitude. That look had my cock at full mast in seconds.
“I’ll hurry,” I said.
15
FALLON
Iscarfed down the peanut butter and jelly sandwich Keir had brought me. Nothing had ever tasted so good aside from Keir himself. I drank down an entire bottle of water in three gulps.
“Better?" Keir asked.
“Yes. I can already feel more energy.”
“You haven't slept enough.”
“Neither have you.”
It was late morning of Christmas Eve. How could it be that time moved too fast and too slowly at the same time? I should have been able to make an equation out of that but it only confused my mind more to think about it.
I grabbed my laptop and tried to focus. Messages kept ringing in from Control. We had so much to do before five o’clock. The storm was affecting the continuums, causing them to shift constantly. We needed to complete the program that could automatically keep up and follow those changes so Santa wouldn't have to worry or, worst case, become forever lost in unmapped realms.
I loved working in bed sitting next to Keir. He was amazing. The only downfall was that at some point this was going to end. Would things go back to normal? Maybe for him. But not for me. I couldn't help but be falling for him. I'd been attracted to him since the day we met. My unexpected heat had forced us into the position we were in now and I would never hold him to these last couple of days has any sort of manipulation into a relationship. But damn I wanted this to go further.
I typed as fast as I could but the numbers began to swim before me. Just thinking about being with Keir had my body in feverish sexual throes. Guttural sighs accidentally escaped my throat.
“How far along are you? Keir asked.
“You can see for yourself.” I turned the screen toward him.
His delicate golden eyebrows rose. “You work quickly even when you're under the weather.”
I loved the praise. But work was the last thing on my mind.
“Control will want those numbers like an hour ago.”
