A Pink Dormouse Production
He actually knocks, and waits for me to answer, which is a first. I stand in the doorway, unsure what he wants. After all, hes practically ignored me since Exbar.
"May I?" I nod and step aside. He sags onto my bed.
"Want to talk about it?" I ask. He shakes his head. I go to sit wi him then remember I left that bottle of brandy in the rec room, an he looks like he needs it right now. "Two minutes." He looks up briefly then drops his eyes back to the floor.
Just what I didnt need. More hassle involving one of Avons exes. So what if its sent him runnin back to me? I still dont need the grief.
Blakes talking to Del Grant in the rec room. I slip round the edge and retrieve the brandy, then Grant looks across at me.
"Hello, Vila," he says. "I see you ended up with this lot as well."
I mutter somethin about it bein a small universe and try to escape.
"Werent you with Tal last time I saw you?" he asks.
Shit. Id bin trying to forget about Tal. Or at least forget enough not to say anythin in front of Avon I might regret later. Tal never did get over Avon dumping him. I only let him sleep at mine at first cos it looked bad having him sleep at the pub. Anyway, me an Tal ended up working together... and the other stuff. I think at the end he was thinkin about getting his act together an seeing if the lab would take him back. Then Security got him when they raided the pub, day afore I got picked up. I expect hes dead now. Never told Avon that either.
I mutter something about needing to be somewhere and scarper. I still miss Tal- he always made breakfast- even when he was sleepin on the floor at the beginning. With Avon, Im lucky if he turns the coffee machine on.
When I get back, Avons got his left sleeve rolled up and a single-edged lock-knife in his opposite hand. Fuck. Doesnt look like hes started wi it yet, though. I sit down next to him and slip an arm around his shoulders, then slide my hand down to take the knife.
"Its not worth it."
He looks at me.
"How would you know?"
I dont really have an answer to that so I just hand him the bottle. He takes what must be one hell of a swig for him and hands it back.
"I didnt... When I heard she was dead. I put it out of my mind, concentrated on getting away." He leans against me, stares at the knife where Ive laid it on the floor.
"It would make me feel better."
"You dont need any more scars. An I dont want to see you bleedin."
"All bleeding stops eventually. All skin wounds heal."
"If you really wanted to do it, you wouldnve come here. Youd have stayed in your cabin an done it. Or youd have locked yourself in there," I point to the shower room. "Where I couldnt stop you. Dammit, Avon, do what you want to yourself, but dont do it in front of me." He takes the bottle off me an has another swig, keepin hold of it this time.
You, learn things, workin in a pub. Not that I ever did, not officially, but I knew all the bar-staff at me local. And when one of em skipped town on account of owin Big Ray the Sociopath moren he could pay, well I sorta minded his job for him. Just until he came back. Anyway, first thing you learn- after mindin the till and givin the right change- is how to tell the difference between them that want to talk and them that jus want to drink.
Avon doesnt want to talk. Not now. But he might after a few more drinks. So I wait.
Were out of brandy. Not that Ive had much of it. He gives the bottle a shake then drops it on the floor.
"None left," he says.
"None left," I agree.
"Is Grant still on board?"
"Yeah, him an Blake look like theyll be talking politics all night."
"Mind if I stay here tonight? I dont really want to run into our visitor again so soon." Sayin hes half-cut would be putting it mildly. That bottle was over half full when we started an I dont reckon Ive had moren a couple of glasses-worth out of it. I used to be able to knock back half a bottle of spirits easy, but I cant remember Avon ever havin more than two glasses of anything. I get up an put the bottle in the waste disposal. Wouldnt do for either of us to go trippin over it.
When I turn back round hes lying stretched out on the bed. I sit down on the floor by his head. Its a bit awkward really. If we hadnt, or if we still were, then Id have no problem getting back on the bed with him. But we were, and now we arent, so Im probably better down here. Be different if the bed was wider, I spose but its not and theres no way two people can lie on it without a lot of touchin.
I jump when I feel his hand on my shoulder. Hes just looking at me, completely unreadable.
"You never saw her," he says. I shake my head. "I have a picture... in my wallet... in my jacket... which is..." He looks lost. I reach up and place my hand over his.
"You didnt bring your jacket, show me some other time." Getting drunk has solved nothin for him. He still looks as bereft as he did when he came in, just now hes got more reasons not to be thinkin straight. "If youre stayin the night, you could at least take your boots off," I say. He sits up and fumbles with them. "Here, let me." I help him with his boots and socks then decide that any more would be too much like temptation.
"Im hardly likely to object you know," he says, sensing my discomfort. Bastard.
"Youre in no state-"
"Promise I wont pass out before you finish."
"Youre definitely in no state to be doin anything." Why am I bein so generous? I move back to the head of the bed and sit back down on the bed next to him. Suddenly hes got his arms round me and his face buried in my shoulder.
"Its okay," I say stroking his hair, "youre just a little bit wrecked." We stay like that for what feels like hours then, without warning, he pulls away again.
"I shouldnt impose. Maybe it would be better if I go."
"Dont be daft. Youre pissed and youve had a crap day. Course you can stay." He shrugs and it dawns on me how tired he probably is. Looks like its only stress thats keepin him awake.
"Let me get you something to stop you feelin so bad in the morning. Then you can get some sleep."
Now what does he want? Water would be the obvious answer but its not going to help him sleep. The drinks machine does a decent mug of cocoa if you set it up right so I fix some for us both. He looks most confused when I hand it to him.
"I suppose I get a bed-time story as well." Not quite sarcastic but I spose it was meant to be.
"Only if you drink it all."
"If I must."
"So, you want to hear about the last big job I did? Back on Earth, I mean?" Im sitting at the head of the bed an hes lyin with his head in me lap. Which is nice.
"Lovely collection of diamonds. Had a buyer lined up an everything. So I checked out the house really carefully over a week, got inside a couple of times. There was this big party planned and it looked like the ideal opportunity for us to get in an out." I miss out the little detail of Tal bein me look-out but give him a full run-down of just how beautifully we pulled it off.
Hes asleep by the end of it, which doesnt surprise me at all. Maybe hell get to have nice dreams now.
Cally told me once that Im over-protective of him. Well, its hard not to be sometimes. I mean, none of usve got anyone, except each other. I asked him about his family once and all hed say was that theyre safe an no one can connect them with him. I think he misses them though.
Theres so much I dont know about Avon. Think hes got brothers but no sisters, not that he mentions them much I gather he never got much chance of bein a normal kid. I had to grow up fast first time they shipped me off Earth but at least I had some fun times first. Always lots of me cousins and second cousins about, an me sisters of course. We got up to a fair few things no one ever knew about, of course, mostly daft stuff but a few things too thatd have got us into trouble if anyone had found out.
I know my lotll always be okay, they dont ship Deltas off into exile if they can get work out of em on Earth. Or at least, if they think they can, not much of a work ethic in my family.
I slide down the bed to lie next to Avon. He sighs in his sleep an snuggles in to me. I stroke his arm. The scars dont bother me any more, Im glad he hasnt added to them but maybe Im startin to understand why he might want to. Im still not sure if this is him back wi me for a while or just him hiding from Del Grant.
Wonder what his Anna was like. Maybe if he remembers about showin me that picture he might tell me something about her at the same time. Mustve been really special to have made that much of an impression on him. Never knew him settle wi anyone for long. Think Tal lasted longest of the ones I knew about an that was what? Few weeks? Not nearly long enough to deserve all the fuss Tal made about it. Thinkin about Tal again, shouldnt do that.
Dont think Id be too keen on Avon goin out wi any of my sisters to be honest, or the cousins. Maybe second cousin Lyzbet, but then she might be a bit to, well, girlie for him. Im sure theyd have plenty of stuff to talk about though, given her line of work. Its been quite a busy day for me too an Im starting to feel it.
He wakes me up next morning by biting my neck, so I assume thingsre back to normal. He doesnt seem very hung-over, which is most unfair. Or maybe it isnt, seein as hes determined to make up for nothin happening last night. Im not really awake yet so I just let him get on with it and to hell with the fact I havent had at him in a while. Come to think of it its just as long since Ive come in his mouth. So thats all right then.
It feels like hes managing to be everywhere at once. Licking, sucking, occasionally nibbling. His hands must be involved somehow as well but Im havin difficulty keeping track. I rest my hands on his shoulders, not wanting to force the pace, jus wanting to touch him.
I nearly lose it when he licks slowly and deliberately from base to tip, but get a grip on meself an on his shoulders. He slows the pace right down an works on me shaft with his lips. I try watchin him but thats hardly going to make me last so I shut me eyes again.
Im trying very hard to resist the urge to thrust into his mouth an the equally strong urge to drag him back up the bed and fuck his brains out. Then he slips one finger into me an I arch upwards. And hes swallowing and Im coming like Im never going to stop.
He slides back up along side me and hes as breathless as I am. I feel him rub hard against me hip so I reach down an take him in hand so to speak. He thrusts into my palm again and again. Hes whimperin and begging me with his eyes to give him the word to let go. I stare back at him, an theres somethin there, not quite how he looks at Blake sometimes, but somethin nearly as good. I nod an he pulses over me fist, then nestles his head into me shoulder.
"That good?" He jus nods.
Hes still curled up in me bed when I get out of the shower so I sit down next to him.
"Hey." He looks up at me through one half-open eye. "You need to get up."
"Got anything for a hangover?" Looks like its hit him after all. I get up to fix him something. He takes the pills an downs a glass of water. Then he sits up slowly and I jus know the rooms spinning for him. There are red thumbprints over his collarbones an matching fingerprints on his back; I didnt mean to do that.
"I might come back tonight."
"If thats what you want," I say. Well, I cant sound too eager.
So Del Grants leavin. Theres stuff Id like to have asked him but itd be betraying Avons confidence too much. I cant do that, it just wouldnt be, well, fair. I collar Grant once Im sure no ones goin to hear us.
"No hard feelings about Avon, eh?" I say.
"Hes changed." Grant seems quite impressed but then he knew Avon a lot bettern I did way back when.
"Yeah, well prison does that to a person."
"No, I meant that hes actually grown up."
Well, if thats what he wants to think... Me, Im not so sure. I mean, give Avon half a chance an hed be the same slut he always was. Not that he was when he was seein her. Or if he was, he was doing it somewhere I didnt know about, an I don think thats very likely.
"Mebbe he has," I say eventually.
"He helped me because of my sister," Grant says, "I suppose I did rather spoil our friendship, the way I reacted to his seeing her."
"Understandable," I say, not needing to point out that Id have bin the same. I hear the others coming down the corridor so I leave it at that. Im sure well run into him again sometime, then maybe him an me can swap a few stories about the old days over a drink or three.
Email the author
Email the webthing
Back to Adult Stuff
Back to HQ