IncuBUST

Used to This

I woke up the next morning and for several seconds I didn't know where I was. The ceiling was made of stone. I felt soft fur against my skin. I was naked from the waist up which wasn't entirely odd, I usually slept in my underwear; I woke up covered in sweat otherwise. This morning was different. I was cold. That was weird. Why was I...?

I turned my head and saw Barapha's face, uncommonly peaceful in sleep, resting on the pillow next to mine. His right arm was flung across my chest, his leg twisted around mine. No wonder I was freezing. I lay there for a few minutes staring up at the ceiling and thinking about the night before.

I had freaked over his bathroom, fangirling especially over the shower which was less a restroom fixture and more an expensive water feature. A stone room lit by glowing ice crystals. Warm rain fell from the ceiling in a way that brought back violently nostalgic memories of playing in the summer rain with my sister over a hundred years ago.

I closed my eyes. There was something so sensual about showering together. I could still smell the rose and lavender soap. Feel his cool hands smoothing the suds across my skin. It made me wonder why so many people needed sex...when there were so many other wonderfully intimate acts one could participate in.

Barapha stirred, groaning quietly. His arm tightened around me, pulling me closer. I felt his lips against my neck, deliciously cold.

"What are you thinking about that's got you so hot and bothered?" he whispered in my ear and I smiled rolling onto my side to face him. I reached up and tucked a loose strand of snow white hair behind his ear saying, "You."

He grinned and teased, "Aw, Chase, you say the sweetest things." He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to mine. His hand pressed flat against my back grew almost painfully cold, sapping the warmth from my body.

I touched his face, slipping red heat beneath his skin. His mouth opened. I felt his tongue against my lips. I let him in, drawing the energy from his body feeling it flood my cells so icy it felt like fire. He was right, this was worth the several extra hours he kept me up.

Beyond the pleasurable roaring in my ears, I caught the subtle rattle of the bead curtain barring entrance to Barapha's room. Then a voice...

"Hey, Bara, I made coffee. Do you want s--"

I reluctantly pulled away from Barapha and turned to see Quetz standing just inside the doorway with two mismatched clay mugs in his hands. He stared at us with wide eyes, an odd expression on his face. I felt shame threatening, made all the worse by Barapha pawing at me like a touch-starved kitten, trying to turn my face back towards his.

A wide smile spread across Quetz's face and he set the mugs on Barapha's desk before rushing forward and pouncing on the bed, his hands reaching for mine.

"Chase! I'm so glad you are here. That must mean the ice-skating date went well. I suggested it, you know. Did you have fun?" he asked gazing at me like an over-excited puppy dog.

I smiled awkwardly and replied, "Yeah, it was nice. A little crowded, but not too bad. We're gonna go again on Tuesday when there's less people." Quetz bounced up and down on the bed and replied, "Oh, that's so great. I would go too, but I have work. Plus, I skate like a drunk armadillo and when I fall on the ice things get a little melty."

I laughed at him and he beamed. He turned towards Barapha and said, "I have about thirty minutes before I have to leave. Do you need me or is Chase enough?" Barapha let go of me and sat up saying, "I always need you, Quetz, don't you know that?" Quetz giggled nervously, his cheeks flushing bright red. Barapha sighed and leaned forward caressing the left side of Quetz face.

I watched contentedly as Barapha trailed kisses along Quetz's neck, siphoning the heat from his skin. I rested back against the stone wall and mumbled, "I could get used to this."