Love, Lust 'n Geology (1ST DRAFT)

Chapter 26: Evening plans

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Chapter 26: Evening plans

It didn't occur to Samina to release her hold on Tom until she heard a sound, namely a stomach ... growling. Hers and Tom's were in such close proximity that it wasn't easy to distinguish which had produced it.

"Is that my stomach or yours?" she murmured. Granted, she could have eaten a little more for dinner and then, there had been all that 'exercise'. Sigh - no, dreamy sigh!

"Mine," Tom immediately replied.

"Oh. Are you hungry?"

"Mmm, yeah, a bit."

Hungry? He was famished! However, as she hadn't shown any inclination to let him go, he'd stayed put. Not that he'd suffered - far from it! However, as she'd adjusted herself underneath him a few times, he had felt certain 'stirrings' which had suggested an answer - an adverse one, alas - to the question of whether her love, just her love, would suffice? It wasn't often that a state of ignorance was preferable to one of knowledge, but he firmly believed this to be one of those (rare) cases.

"When did you have dinner?" she asked.

"I didn't."

"You haven't eaten dinner yet? " she exclaimed. She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at a clock sitting on the bedside table. She could have done so much more easily if she'd been willing to remove one hand from Tom's back, but it appeared that her arms (and her legs) preferred to stay put! (Now that she had got Tom, it seemed that she was reluctant to let him go.) Of course, if one had examined her grip at a microscopic level, one might have detected a slight loosening, but only if one looked closely ... very, very closely! "Oh, my God, Tom! It's past nine o'clock!"

Past 9 o'clock? Of course, it was past 9 o'clock! Why was this a surprise to her? They'd ended up in bed - no, not in bed but rather on his bed - shortly after her arrival and then gone three rounds, with only a brief period of recovery after each ... recovery from damage ... psychological damage ... to him!

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" she admonished, her brows furrowed.

"It's alright. Don't worry about it."

Wait! When exactly was he supposed to have told her? When he'd found her on top of him and discovered that she'd needed a tutorial on how to kiss a lover, as in, not like he's your brother? Or when she'd demanded tit time? Of course, he hadn't been interested in going anywhere then, either. Or when she'd clamped onto him like she was never gonna let him go? Earlier? Hmm, yeah, okay.

"You should eat!"

Yes, yes, that seemed logical. Of course, it might necessitate her releasing him first?

"I guess I should let you go, huh?" she joked, giggling, while simultaneously not letting him go.

Tom grinned, despite himself, and nodded. "Yeah, unless you want me to carry you downstairs." He could still make a meal out of her, just lay her on that kitchen table and .... He sagely counselled himself not to go there, not even to go close!

"Naw. ... I should put my stuff on."

Tom sighed. He was in the habit of wandering around in various states of undress in front of his lovers and they the same with him. It seemed that his life had entered a more formal era, in which a dress code (of sorts) was in effect. The problem, of course, was that she wasn't his lover ... not yet!