Bad Choices (Hypernaturals 8)

Day One

The research part of our trip here turned out to be a bust. Research being the ostensible reason we are here two days early. AIl has been for nothing as far as the Nakoma situation is concerned. We hoped to be better prepared, but we have nothing.

Well: not true. We have green streaked towels and puzzled hotel staff.

Morgan and I walked, ate, read local history for the hell of it, and made love whenever the mood struck. Our relationship was nourished, even if our knowledge of what we are dealing with is the same as when we arrived. Two days of my personal idea of nirvana. That felt a little wrong. Nakoma is in danger, and so Morgan and I are improving our heart health in the honeymoon suite.

On top of that, we both miss our family. That always happens on the mini-honeymoons too. Helen and I get to wherever we are headed our 'just us two' trip, and after the first night alone together we are talking about the kids. Ditto Jessica or Morgan.

Layering on some fresh new stress, we are going to try a medical procedure with her dad that has never been done before.

At breakfast the day of the first stakeout (Since we have no idea how much BBQ Andrea ate on the way home, we have no idea what day he'll get here), Morgan demolished two three-egg omelets and tried to sneak part of mine off my plate. I let her. Love makes her hungry.

Once the food was gone, we sipped coffee, and she looked out the window at the day.

"I never thought I would miss my wives. Mostly that is because I never visualized myself having one. Certainly not two. I miss our little girls so much. Don't get me wrong, I am very much enjoying having this time with you. It is almost like falling in love all over again. Still..." Morgan mused, watching cars pass on the seawall.

"I agree. Completely. All of it. I suppose talking to them on the phone last night was a reminder of being apart from them as well." I replied, looking at her, rather than the cars. Like Jessica, her blend of ethnicities is fascinating. Human genetics is interesting, and since I am not an ethnic purist like some of my enemies (I actually have enemies), I love looking at the subtle little things that various backgrounds bring. I see the Amerind from her mother, but the shockingly deep blue eyes throw that for a loop. I see Nordic in some of the cheekbone structure, but her jaw and skin color put her firmly back into Amerind. Also, I love this woman, and I like looking at her. I do not need any other reason.

Morgan knew I am looking at her and not the world, and met my eyes with a knowing expression. "While it is not appropriate to keep track of such things, I am three orgasms ahead of you on this trip. In each case, that is because you did something like sleep with your face on my lap, and when you woke up, did something to make the ratio of pleasure further unbalanced. I tell you this because I am going to fix that. You will not know where or when. You have been informed."

"Uh." I started, about to say there is no inequality that needs fixing there. I love it when she comes. I feed off it. Jessica says I am not a regular Vampire, but an orgasm one. It is true that all my life, once I became sexually active, I have enjoyed this idea of women liking sex as much as I do, and being able to have an orgasm with me as the instigator. It's not a power thing. More of a poor self-esteem one. I cannot believe my luck to have found someone that wants to do this with me. Share their body with me, and all the vulnerability that goes with it.

Index finger up to stop my protest, Morgan said very firmly: "No. Know it is going to happen. You have no choice. You have no voice."

I remembered her third dick story. What it spoke to about Morgan and how she views sexual relationships and equity. That was not her intended point of the story. From that story and everything else I know about her once Morgan has accepted someone as a sexual partner, she gives as much as she takes. That is her Ying and Yang.