We grabbed drinks from my fridge, both of us getting a couple of bottled beers, because like I said, we had the cool boxes down there. I also had a beer fridge, but I hadn’t stocked it up recently, mainly because it was during the season, and while in theory I could have a few beers whenever I wanted, given I wasn’t playing, I wasn’t going to go down that path of self-destruction.
Choosing a seat was a different strategy in itself. What I wanted was to sit next to Neva. I wanted to be able to have her relax on me like she had the other night, to have that connection back.
I went for a triple seat at the front, sitting at one side so Neva had the option of where she wanted to be. I knew I was overthinking it, but then, what was new there?
Neva sat next to me, nudging my leg with her knee. “This is the awkward bit, isn’t it?”
I nodded, grinning, hopefully not like a madman. “Yeah. What do we do to not make it less awkward?”
“That’s what tequila’s for, but I don’t want to go there. A beer? Buffy? Let’s just see what happens. We don’t have to do anything tonight, so there’s no pressure.” She took a delicate drink from her bottle of beer. Neva was used to wine glasses.
I studied her for a couple of seconds. This situation was a first for both of us, and probably a last.
“Which season? You pick.” We needed some normality.
“Let’s start from season one. Go through the lot from the beginning.”
“Good plan.” I fiddled with the app on my phone, getting the series up. “How are we sitting?”
She laughed, a sound that was almost a giggle. “This really is awkward. Just press play.”
I did as I was told, settling into the seat and reclining it. The opening credits rolled through and we were transported into theHellmouth. Familiarity was a comfort blanket, as was knowing Neva’s reactions to the show. By the end of the second episode, we’d both kind of chilled. Neva was stretched along the recliners, her head resting against my shoulder. I felt like a teenager on a date to the cinema when I slid my arm around her, waiting to see if that was okay.
She relaxed more, turning her head to smile at me. “Maybe we should just get it over with.”
“What do you mean?” A vampire was turned into dust on the screen.
Neva sat up, turning her body round, her eyes staying on mine. “A kiss. We were good at kissing. Let’s see if we’re still good.”
That did not need to be suggested twice.
I ran a hand along her back and into her hair, cupping the back of her head with my palm. My cock already had received a message that this could be on. I was hard, and when this kiss started, there was a good chance that she was going to find out just how non-awkward this was for him.
Our mouths met, closing the rest of the distance. Neva was on her knees on the seat, bracing herself with her hands on my shoulders. I shifted her closer to me, breaking the kiss so she could straddle my lap.
Heart racing, her body pulled closer to mine, I found her lips again, remembering how kisses started and where they’d led to time after time. Muscle memory and current need took over, the kiss consuming all other senses. She tasted faintly of beer and her, the mints she kept in her car just there. Just like she’d tasted all those times.
We pulled apart, bodies entwined, our expressions serious.
“Do you want to go upstairs?”
Her eyes were filled with what I knew was need, but something else was there too – an uncertainty.
I guessed I understood it. This wasn’t just about a night filled with orgasms anymore. I wanted to tell her to forget the baby making, put it to one side and just enjoy what we were together, but that meant overlooking the reason why we were doing this to begin with.
“Yes.” She whispered the word. “I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. When’s the last time you had an orgasm?” I didn’t want to know if it was by her hand or someone else’s.
“A couple of weeks ago. Self-induced. I’m overdue.”
I nodded, standing us up. “Let’s just focus on how good we can make each other feel. We were geniuses at doing that.”
“You can’t carry me though – your injury.” She had her legs wrapped around my waist and while I’d been moving heavier weights in the gym than Neva, carrying her up two flights of stairs probably wasn’t part of my rehab programme.
She untangled her legs and dropped her feet to the floor. Even in the dim light of the cinema room, I could see that her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dilated, her hair mussed from my hand.
“Sure about this?”
