Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 18

Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment Part 18
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1104
Continues from Part 17



“Are you sure we can’t just sleep in here? It’s right there, so close.”

“Nooooo,” Stephen groaned, “don’t tempt me. We’ve already changed the sheets.”

Dropping his head onto the cabinet beside the armoire, Everett considered if he could fall asleep kneeling. A hand tugging on his arm trying to lift him was distracting. “Leave me ‘lone.”

“Come on, it’s not that far,” Everett heard but when they got to the hallway his bedroom seemed like longer than his legs wanted to move. How they got to the bathroom, he didn’t remember more than one leaden foot landing in front of the other.

“Shower but first swallow this.”

“What’s it?”

“Anti-inflammatory. We each should have taken one before we started. Suppose to decrease the after effects from overworked muscles. Your problem is you don’t know how to pace yourself. I estimated the bedroom would take us two days.”

Looking up through his lashes with a crooked smile of fatigue, “Where’s the fun n’that?”

“Uh, huh. Tell me that tomorrow. Shower. I’m not going to bed with a sweaty body that isn’t the result of orgasms.”

The hiss of the water sounded nice. Hands pulled up his t-shirt to the command of “put your arms up”. Walls are good things to lean butts on and it was easier to bend forward so his arms didn’t have to rise as far. Not so good to have to stand back upright when after the tugging on his waist, his pants were slid down and he had to lift one leg balancing on the other and Stephen, and then the second leg. “Stay there,” and he yelped as the cold tile wall and his back met.

“Baby,” Stephen chided him. “You’ll feel better once you’re showered and put to bed.” He did too. The smooth sheets that caressed his skin as he slid between and Stephen’s equally smooth skin as he slid in next to him. A part of him tried to become interested but Stephen laughed. “Neither of us is up for that. Maybe in the morning.”

“It’s odd going to bed to sleep so early,” he murmured to Stephen or himself or the room. He didn’t care, giving up consciousness as the lamp snicking off gave rise to darkness.( Read more... )

Continues with Part 19

Meridae, I am not Warren. Call off the green hitbugs.

Today is my mother's 89th birthday. She has as many marbles as she did before but she plays with them a little differently now. Age will do that.

Today after walking through the overgrown area that is the walkway from the front door I picked up a passenger. I didn't know that the passenger was there until I felt a stabbing pain on the body side part of my upper arm. Pulling the green 1.5 cm. bug with striped legs off me and crunched it before throwing its dying body out the window where I hope some bird ate it, waste not. It hurt like someone has stuck a thick pin into me and left a not small red spot that did the raise bump that bites do. The pain stayed for longer than it should for a normal bug bite.

Looked the thing up. And though my son insists that it was defending itself because my arm was squishing it, the bug's name says otherwise. Zelus tetracanthus, probably, though the nymph stage photo was species, the striped legs match the adult. Assassin Bug. And I'm not the first person bitten by one. Some of these prey on small mammals. The one that spiked me, obviously had larger ambitions.