It was a point. “We do.”
Willow was going to take some papers away but the mountain of documents might take them a week to read. They’d been sleeping outside, but there was a bed in the adjacent room. “I think some homework won’t hurt you. We can use the bed next door, if we clear it. Get your pack and her gun, and we’ll read in here?”
“Sure. The ground outside is hard.”
He planned to make her sleep soon, even if he had to gag and hogtie her, and wouldn’t that be nice. Fucking had been off the menu for days. If anywhere was comfortable, it would be the bed here. But neither of them was going to suggest sex today.
“Are you getting dirty ideas?” She winked and clomped around with that broom, to face him more fully.
“Huh.” He scrubbed at his chin. “Never.”
Even with a broom under her arm, a bandage on her arm, and the marks on her face from days of unconsciousness, Cyn was sexy enough to rev up his cock.
“Wait. Wait.” She frowned. “Three days and no fucking for ages, yet the Lure did not grab me?”
“Well,” Vargr halted as he was about to exit. “The Lure isn’t supposed to get through thebastardium. Besides, you were mostly unable to walk.”
“Mostly? I’m getting a severe dodging the topic vibe from that answer. What did you two do?”
“We didn’t fuck you while you were out, girl.” Rutger couldn’t help grinning. It was almost poetic justice what they’d had to do. “But we knew it worked, and we weren’t one hundred percent sure about these walls, so they nasal tubed some of our jizz down you.”
Her groan was pretty impressive. “I’d hit you with this broom if I didn’t think I’d miss and fall over.”
“Try tomorrow. If you heal like you should, tomorrow we can look at playing on that bed, with you, dodging brooms. I claim her ass.”
Vargr looked dubious, his eyebrow rising. “It might be too soon. I think we should just get her to suck up more jizz.”
They ended up sprawled on the bed with Cyn between them. He wasn’t sure he could concentrate on reading with her this close, but he managed, especially since she did fall asleep soon after they gave her some food. Canned food.
God he was so tired of this shitty canned food. Five years, apart from a few vegetables grown in the Parklands. And the rat meat most pretended was from lost chickens with A-grade survival talents.
Rutger paused in his reading to watch her sleep with her face half-buried in the pillow, her foot tucked almost under his thigh. She was in a screwy position and Vargr had her butt to admire, but he decided he preferred seeing her simply lie there, breathe, and sleep.
For a while, he’d wondered if she was going to die. They’d all thought it.
He stirred a dark curl on the pillow and restrained himself from touching her lips, for it would surely wake her.
After their teasing, it was perhaps karma that she woke them in the middle of their normal sleeping time.
He cranked open an eyelid and saw she was dancing quietly, to the side of the cleared floor, and only clutching the wall a few times as he watched her. When she saw him watching, she stopped.
“I can jump and do this—dance,” she whispered, but in a loud whisper. “And I really am well again!”
Vargr turned over with a moan. “Da fuck. What?”
“She can dance, you ass.”
Hilarious to watch the annoyance dawn.
“Oh gawwwd.” He dragged a pillow over his eyes. “Show me tomorrow.”
Tomorrow,though only a few hours later, Rutger woke again to find her squatting on the floor, looking at him. He sat up slowly, swung his legs over the edge, and smiled at her smiling at him.
“What, pretty girl?”
“I went outside. I can run though I’m still wonky. Teensy limp.” She held up her finger and thumb, close together. “I’m properly healed, or very close to it, and… I can see and use the Lure again.”
Outside? Of course she’d gone there. It didn’t get through the walls of the cube.
