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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
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«Are you telling me you kiss him like that every time he comes home?» The anger was back,and she used it. «He's been gone, what, an hour? I've seen you greet him after a day's work, and it was never like that.»
«Like what?» I asked, voice sliding down. If she wanted to fight, we could fight.
«Like he was air and you couldn't breathe him in fast enough.»
Micah's voice was mild, placating, trying to talk us both down. «Did we interrupt something?»
I turned to face Ronnie, squarely. «I'm allowed to kiss my boyfriend the way I want to kiss him without getting your permission, Ronnie.»
«Don't try and tell me you weren't rubbing my face in it, just now, with the show.»
«Go get some therapy, Ronnie, because I am fucking tired of your issues raining all over me.»
«I confided in you,» she said, voice strangled with some emotion I didn't understand, «and you put on a show like that in front of me. How could you?»
«Oh, that wasn't a show,» Nathaniel said from just inside the doorway, «but if it's a show you want, we can do that, too.» He glided into the kitchen on the balls of his feet, showing both the grace of his dance training and that otherworldly grace of the wereleopard. He pulled his tank top off in one smooth gesture and let it fall to the floor. I actually backed up a step before I caught myself. I hadn't realized until that moment that he was angry with Ronnie. What little cutting remarks had she been making to him, that I hadn't heard? When he told me she didn't see him as real, he'd been trying to tell me more than I had heard. That I'd missed something big was there in his angry eyes.
He tore the tie from his ponytail and let his ankle-length auburn hair fall around his nearly naked body. The jogging short-shorts just didn't cover that much.
I had time to say, «Nathaniel — «and he was in front of me. That otherworldly energy that all lycanthropes could give off shivered off his skin and along my body. He was five-six, just tall enough for me to have to look up to meet his eyes. His anger had turned them from lavender to the deeper color of lilacs, if flowers could burn with anger and force of personality. Nathaniel was in those eyes and with that one look he dared me, challenged me, to turn him down.
I didn't want to turn him down. I wanted to wrap his body and that skin-crawling energy around me like a coat. Lately almost any stress seemed to feed into sex. Scared? Sex would make me feel better. Angry? Sex would calm me. Sad? Sex would make me happy. Was I addicted to sex? Maybe. But Nathaniel wasn't offering actual sex. He just wanted as much attention as I'd given Micah.
«Are you telling me you kiss him like that every time he comes home?» The anger was back,and she used it. «He's been gone, what, an hour? I've seen you greet him after a day's work, and it was never like that.»
«Like what?» I asked, voice sliding down. If she wanted to fight, we could fight.
«Like he was air and you couldn't breathe him in fast enough.»
Micah's voice was mild, placating, trying to talk us both down. «Did we interrupt something?»
I turned to face Ronnie, squarely. «I'm allowed to kiss my boyfriend the way I want to kiss him without getting your permission, Ronnie.»
«Don't try and tell me you weren't rubbing my face in it, just now, with the show.»
«Go get some therapy, Ronnie, because I am fucking tired of your issues raining all over me.»
«I confided in you,» she said, voice strangled with some emotion I didn't understand, «and you put on a show like that in front of me. How could you?»
«Oh, that wasn't a show,» Nathaniel said from just inside the doorway, «but if it's a show you want, we can do that, too.» He glided into the kitchen on the balls of his feet, showing both the grace of his dance training and that otherworldly grace of the wereleopard. He pulled his tank top off in one smooth gesture and let it fall to the floor. I actually backed up a step before I caught myself. I hadn't realized until that moment that he was angry with Ronnie. What little cutting remarks had she been making to him, that I hadn't heard? When he told me she didn't see him as real, he'd been trying to tell me more than I had heard. That I'd missed something big was there in his angry eyes.
He tore the tie from his ponytail and let his ankle-length auburn hair fall around his nearly naked body. The jogging short-shorts just didn't cover that much.
I had time to say, «Nathaniel — «and he was in front of me. That otherworldly energy that all lycanthropes could give off shivered off his skin and along my body. He was five-six, just tall enough for me to have to look up to meet his eyes. His anger had turned them from lavender to the deeper color of lilacs, if flowers could burn with anger and force of personality. Nathaniel was in those eyes and with that one look he dared me, challenged me, to turn him down.
I didn't want to turn him down. I wanted to wrap his body and that skin-crawling energy around me like a coat. Lately almost any stress seemed to feed into sex. Scared? Sex would make me feel better. Angry? Sex would calm me. Sad? Sex would make me happy. Was I addicted to sex? Maybe. But Nathaniel wasn't offering actual sex. He just wanted as much attention as I'd given Micah.