Khesan frowns. “I want to finish tomorrow. For the Christmas party.”
“But…” Fiona’s brows crease. “It’s dangerous.”
“I am no stranger to danger. When it is light out and dry, we will try again.” He glances at me. “Right, Shathar? You will hold the ladder so I don’t fall.”
I nod in agreement. I’m happy to do this if it means preparing the house properly for the party. Besides, I like the lights we’ve already hung up, and I think it will look much better with more.
Fiona sighs and shakes her head, but agrees anyway.
For the rest of the night, she insists on a calm and relaxing activity, so we all sit on the couch to watch one of her favorite shows on the television. I sit to her left and Khesan to her right, each of us craving her touch. Perhaps tonight, since we haven’t been drinking, she would be open to coming downstairs. I long for more, to touch her and kiss her and explore her lovely body.
When it’s bedtime, I discover Fiona has fallen asleep between us.
“I will carry her to bed,” says Khesan. “As I am the stronger one.”
“You injured your leg. You shouldn’t put that much weight on it.” I get up and slide my arms under Fiona, then lift her up. “I will do it.”
Khesan grumbles, but accepts. He limps up the stairs ahead of us and I’m glad I put my foot down.
“You will put her to bed?” he asks.
I nod. “Rest your leg. I’ll take care of our mate.”
He arches an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t say anything else as he closes his door.
When I am inside Fiona’s room, I lay her down on her bed. She is still in her clothes, which will be uncomfortable as she sleeps. I puzzle over what to do. Should I undress her? That would surely be violating her privacy.
While I’m pondering, Fiona’s eyes blink open, and she registers me standing over her. A smile spreads across her face, and she reaches out to me.
“Cuddles?” she asks. The translator brings up an image of two people curled up around one another in a bed, and I jump at the opportunity.
“Yes. I would love that.”
“Do you mind if I undress?”
My cock responds immediately to her question, but I try to will it down. “Not at all.”
First, Fiona pulls off her shirt, revealing her breasts held in by a bra. Then she takes off her pants, tossing both of them to the floor.
“May I also take off my jeans?” I ask. “They will be uncomfortable for cuddling.”
She nods agreeably, then smiles. “I’ve already seen your junk, so no problem.”
I tilt my head. “Junk? As in refuse?”
Fiona giggles. “It just refers to, um, your genitals.”
I won’t even begin to try to comprehend that one.
After Fiona wiggles under the blankets, I climb into the bed, too, and wrap my arms around her. She sighs as she settles into my embrace.
“This is nice,” she murmurs, burying her face in the hollow of my throat. “You’re so warm. I thought you would be cold-blooded.”
I snort. “Cold blood? Is that possible?”
“It is a weird phrase, isn’t it?” She giggles.
“Indeed.”
