Back In Time

Chapter 16: In Which I Take a Medieval Skinny Dip

Eric approached me slowly, almost as if he was trying not to scare me. I stayed still in the middle of the front room, watching him walk out of the bedroom. When he was finally in front of me, he stopped. We regarded each other for a moment before he bent his head to mine, softly kissing my lips. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the familiar feel of him. I felt his hands slide slowly down my shoulders and the length of my arms, onto my hips before holding me gently. I reached one hand up to run my fingers through his hair, all the while never breaking our kiss.

I was only slightly startled when I felt a kiss on my neck, then I realized that it was Godric and I relaxed into it. His hands found their way around my front as his lips trailed kisses along the bare skin of my shoulder. I traced my free hand along his forearm and let it settle over his as it lightly covered my breast. Eric's hands slid down to gently grip my bottom and Godric's other hand slid slowly but surely down my stomach, with an obvious final destination in mind. I shuddered and tilted my head back, finally breaking the kiss with Eric as the intensity of the feelings grew. He immediately shifted his mouth to my neck and squeezed his hands tighter. My body didn't know whether to grind forward into Eric or backwards into Godric and I ended up squirming in place for a just a moment before fingers found my centre and I unintentionally moaned.

Which effectively woke me up. I snapped my eyes open to find that I was thoroughly tangled in the sheets and I fought frantically to get loose for a few seconds before I finally tumbled sideways out of the bed altogether, landing on my feet by sheer dumb luck. I was confused, disoriented, and so not ready to be awake after that dream. I self-consciously straightened my nightgown out and tried to smooth my hair down as I realized that neither Godric nor Eric were in the bedroom. Thank you, Jesus. I spared a glance in the mirror above the basin, smoothing my hair once more, before I walked into the front room.

Eric and Godric had positioned the chairs on either side of the trunk that still held my mystery wardrobe. They each had small, leather-bound books in their hands but instead of feeling studious, I was getting an extremely amused vibe through my bonds. They both had their eyes glued to the pages of their books and were wearing remarkably poker-faced expressions. I narrowed my eyes, hoping against hope that I hadn't been talking in my sleep again.

"Good evening," I said, still standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Good evening," they answered in unison, still utterly absorbed by whatever the hell they were 'reading'. After a moment's silence, Eric apparently could hold back no longer.

"Sleep well?" he asked, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a mischievous grin as he continued to study the page of his book with his eyebrows raised. I noticed Godric fighting to keep his expression neutral and knew that I had been verbal. Oh, the shame! I inwardly cursed myself and thought quickly of how to respond.

"Ha ha, hilarious," I decided to go Pam on his ass and see how he liked that. I wondered briefly if perhaps Pam had been a sweet girl when he'd found her but had turned into a Master of Smart Assery by necessity. Clearly, prolonged exposure to Past Eric really brought out the sarcasm in a person. I rolled my eyes for good measure before adding, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

I may have said it in a sultry voice. I strolled over nonchalantly to lean against the table.

I may have inadvertently hitched my nightgown up a bit, exposing more leg than was strictly necessary.

They were looking at me now, all right. Curiosity with a pinch of lust was on both of their faces. "Whatcha reading?" I asked.

I may have had a small smirk on my face.

A lot of throat clearing and page flipping ensued and all I gathered was some mumbling about Petrarch and Alighieri. Now that the shoe was securely on the other foot, I decided to move forward with the conversation. "So, what is on our agenda for the evening?"