Ninovan (Hypernaturals 10)

His Lover Can Cook

It wasn't that late in the morning when Morgan and I made our way out of the truck and up to the community hall. Angel, Molly, Tala, and Jessica are all at a table with Vera. We went over to them, "Anyone need food here? I asked. "I am told by our Siren that I need to feed our Siren."

"Be right there? An hour later is not 'be right there'. It's get laid again and then eat." Vera complained.

"Adrian said nothing about be right there. He said to give us some time to be ready. I was not ready. I had things to do."

"A husband to screw." offered Vera

"Make love to. Yes." Morgan said. "Now I am ready for food."

Jessica did not react to that very much, but I saw her flinch slightly. Vera is still in the before-times, when talking blithely about sex in this way hurt no one. Morgan's correction from 'Screw' to 'make love to' also hit a target. It was not meant to be hurtful. Morgan could not let the idea that what we did is 'screw' remain. Vera screwed. We did not. Morgan and I have screwed. Sometimes you are just in that kind of mood. Last night would not have been the time.

Kevin and Alexander are conspicuously absent, and I am not going to ask. I assume Kevin is recovering from The Siren Succubus. In my experience of Vera, one of the things she loves the most is 'new'. New location. New position. New lover. My experience with Vera is getting out of date, but I saw the way she bounced off. That looked like the Vera of old.

Angel is new for her too, now that I think about it. Another reason to bounce off with Keven. Vera needed to know how much she her-own-self has changed.

I assume Alexander is basking in the afterglow of his success. I would call that 'suck-cess' but not in the sense he was good at it. Only in the sense that he sucks and took Morgan and I down with Jessica. Triple bank shot of severe suckage.

What kind of Vampire sucks badly?

I surveyed cups, saw most have coffee or water in them, and that there is a pot and a carafe on the table. Nothing needed from me there.

Morgan and I went to the kitchen and inventoried the ingredients. We are guests here, so I should not strap on the feed bag like I normally would after a night like that. Morgan was serious about the idea of going all night. She was exorcising the same daemon I was.

We need to find a way to replace what we eat. Morgan bent over, looking in the bottom of the refrigerator for things in the crisper drawers, so I bent over her back and whispered that thought. "Any ideas about how we might replace what we eat here?"

"Well, my main idea is that if you keep standing behind me like that, We are going to do it doggy style in front of a bunch of people, because... Damn it! I am ready to go again. What the hell? Also: Look on the counter over there. The small one. There is a jar with money in it. I think it is a group fund type thing. Go put some money in it, then let us get to cooking, and then once we are fueled, go find a place to make love again. You can be ready in an hour, correct?"

"I can be. With food most definitely. What is odd is that after last night I am ready now." I agreed.

Morgan pushed herself back into me. Rotated. Reached back between her legs. Evaluated with her hand. "You are ready! My Vampire boy. I think that you like me."

"You have no idea." I agreed. "That was even before you became a lifesaver."

"I would sing that old Chicago song about that but... No brass backup. Really needs it." Morgan said.

"How does it go?" I asked.

"'Just when I found myself, Back against the wall, You saved my life, With a telephone call...' Guess I need to change that to 'A Booty call'." Morgan said. "I would have done a cover band in high school for bands like that, but its hard enough to find the players for a four-chord band like ZZ Top. Adding a brass section would have been tough. Fun though. Earth, Wind, and Fire. Chicago. Oh well. I enjoyed pissing off parents with ZZ's raw lyrics. High school girls singing about a whorehouse in 'La Grange' always got up their noses."