Our Love Will Never Die (Sequel to Your One and Only)

Twenty-Two

"So, what made ya wanna come over here to my place with the rest of us instead of going out with Bret?"

Looking up from where he'd been finishing off his dinner, Bobby saw the drummer giving Richie a curious look at he nursed a beer. Said younger brunette leveled a look on him that was a bit calculating, but not like he Intended to milk him for everything he was worth. No, this particular looked screamed something more like his wife's did when she was judging how much to reveal on whatever topic they were discussing.

"Just something Bobby and I started talking about earlier, but didn't really belong in the studio," the young guitarist answered. "That made us decide to just cut the conversation short and pick it up again elsewhere."

"I knew it was more than just wanting to make sure my man was all right."

The bassist chuckled as he looked over and saw his wife'd Returned from putting their son to bed. "Well, kinda–but like he said, it'd no place in the studio."

Rebel turned her own somewhat calculating look on the younger brunette, a smirk curving her lips seconds later. "Ya devious little bastard."

"Huh?" Rikki was the only one even remotely confused. "Do I even wanna know?"

Still looking at Richie, she said, "Another freak in the house–quite literally at the moment–huh?"

"Yeah, I am," he answered, nodding without the slightest pink tinge to his face. "I just don't talk about it much, and if you're into it, too, ya know why."

"Too well I know why," the young woman agreed. "Much like Paganism, there's too many close-minded bigots who'd rather Destroy what they don't understand than even try to learn about it."

"Now ya know why Bobby and I cut our conversation about it short at the studio," the guitarist chuckled.

"Oh, yeah–definitely not the Time or place for such a conversation," Rebel agreed with a nod of her own.

Now the bassist and drummer were both really curious, the former prolly more so than the latter was, if only so he could start learning more about this facet of his wife's personality. Once the kitchen was cleaned up, they all moved to Rikki's living room so they could be more comfortable as they talked. The young couple settled on his loveseat while the other two took the matching recliners, the young woman just shooting Richie a look that said she was cool with him taking the lead, if he wanted to.

The young guitarist gave her a quick nod before explaining how he'd been into kink since he was about fifteen, maybe closer to his sixteenth birthday. He might be young by the standards of a lotta people, but he was already highly-skilled in far more than just various musical instruments. Some of his favorite types of play were impact and Fire, maybe a little electrical play, if he found a willing sub who was into that.

Bobby's eyes widened at the Thought of being beaten, shocked, or set on Fire, which made the younger brunette laugh. He said that if there were three rules he always played by, regardless of any others that might vary from one sub or another–or one scene to the next–they were safe, sane, and consensual. Catching his wife nodding outta the corner of his eye was a bit of a surprise to the bassist, and Rikki looked just as surprised by her agreement–not to mention the serious look on her face that matched the guitarist's. She took over with a few examples of her own, saying that she was a bit of a rigger, but wouldn't tie somebody up or to anything if they already possessed something like clotting or other circulatory issues.