"Hm, what?"
"He's screaming at you," she said, coming around the coffee table to look down at me on the mattress. "Do you feel it?" she asked, crouching down to feel around at the sheets at the sides of my body.
Oh, I was feeling something alright. But definitely not what she was talking about.
"We hear you," she hissed at the cat. "We're looking. Well, I am looking. McCoy is just looking at me like I have three heads," she grumbled as she reached under my pillows.
But, well, the air mattress wasn't like a normal mattress. It didn't distribute weight like she was used to. Which meant her arm sank in and her upper half crashed down on me.
Both of our breaths rushed out of us at the touch. And through Shy's body and into mine was a distinct shiver that made it clear that she'd absolutely been avoiding me since that little scene in the kitchen because she was attracted to me, not because she didn't know how to let me down easy.
I knew it was a bad idea, that we were trapped together for the time being, and I didn't need to be making it difficult for either of us. But there was no stopping my hands as they moved out, as they went around her, feeling the warmth of her skin through her clothes.
Shy pressed up as best she could on the wobbly surface of the mattress, looking down at me with heated eyes and parted lips.
That was all I needed to see.
Anchoring her to me, I rolled, flipping her onto her back, and pressing down on top of her as my lips crashed down on hers.
A low, throaty moan escaped her at the contact as her hands slid tentatively up my arms, careful to tease around the bullet wound, before wrapping both of them around the back of my neck, holding me against her as I deepened the kiss, as my teeth nipped her plump lower lip until she gasped, giving me the opening to slip my tongue in to claim hers.
Another shiver moved through her as her legs slid under mine, spreading, wrapping me up.
A whimper escaped her as she opened herself up to me, and I shifted my hips against her, letting her feel the thick, straining proof of my need.
Shy's nails dug into the skin of my back as her hips raised to meet my cock, wiggling against me, as needy as I felt at that moment.
Carefully balancing my weight on one arm, my hand slipped between us, sliding under the hem of her shirt, then pressing flat against her warm, soft skin of her hip, squeezing for a second before moving upward, exploring the feel of her stomach before finding the swell of her breast, and covering it, squeezing.
A moan moved through Shy, muffled by my lips on hers as her hips jerked upward against me, grinning against my cock, which only made her let out another moan as my fingers went to the budding peak of her nipple, moving around it in circles until it was a tight peak, then rolling it, pinching ever so slightly.
She rewarded me with her hands sinking into my ass, holding my lower half against her as she started to grind against me, driving herself up, trying to ease the ache inside.
My teeth nipped her lower lip as my hips ground down against her, getting a deep, loud groan from her as her hips started to move more quickly, as her hands raked up and down my back, as her face buried in my neck as we continued to move against each other.
Her body was taut as a string under mine as she got closer and closer to that edge.
"Come, baby," I demanded in her ear as she whimpered, as her breathing got shallow and quick, as her hips writhed.
"I..." she started, and I knew what she was going to say.
I'm going to come.
Except she wasn't.
Because her bedroom door creaked open.
And we flew away from each other like someone had scalded us.
Shy slammed down on the floor next to the air mattress, barely holding in a whimper. And I wasn't sure if it was because she'd hurt herself with an awkward landing, or because the need between her thighs was left unmet.
I had just barely managed to sit up and rearrange the covers so that Belle wouldn't see my rock-hard cock as she came padding down the hallway in oversized and mismatching pajama pants and a tee, her hair a wild mass around her head, her eyes swollen, and her jaw tight.
"Here, you evil, sleep-hating jerk," Belle grumbled, producing Mouse Baby from my fucking shoe where he must have stashed it, and tossing it across the room, making the cat go bounding after it, silent for the first time in half an hour. "I saw him stash it there earlier," Belle announced. "I meant to fish it out, and forgot. Give me ten minutes to pass out before you come in and start flailing," she demanded, looking at her sister, then stomping back into the bedroom, closing the door with a bit more force than necessary.
"I'm worried about her," Shy declared, scooting back across the floor to sit against the wall. Out of reach. And judging by the look on her face as she looked off down the hall where her sister had disappeared, we weren't going to be able to just pick up where we'd left off.
"She's going to be okay."
"When she said she was going to go brush her teeth and get ready for bed, she must have been crying. Her eyes were all puffy and red."
"She's had a rough couple of days. If she needs to cry, let her cry."
"I don't have an issue with her crying," Shy said, rolling her eyes like it was a ridiculous idea. "I have an issue with the fact that she is hiding it. We've always been close. Like come over in the middle of the night to cry on each other's shoulders because we watched a sad movie kind of close. Two weeks ago, she cried in front of me because she dropped her coffee. She's never been shy about that with me. I don't like that she isn't letting me comfort her."
"I don't know what to say here, babe. I don't know her like you do. But I think it is probably okay for her to cry alone sometimes. I mean, I'm here too. She might be cool with crying in front of you, but maybe she feels weird about it because of me."
"I didn't think of that," she said, shoulders relaxing. "Yeah, she would never cry in front of you unless she was, like, missing a limb. Even then she would probably tell you she was fine," Shy said, shaking her head. "Okay. I feel a little better about that," she told me, getting up, rolling her shoulders, then looking down at me for a second. "Alright. Franklin should be quiet now. Sorry about that," she added, gaze cutting away. "Goodnight," she called.
"Goodnight, babe," I said, watching as she scurried back down the hall. Almost as if she didn't rush, that she didn't trust herself not to come back and finish what we'd started.
Alone, I dropped back down on the air mattress, draping my arm over my forehead, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to bring some calm back into the chaos of my system.
My cock was still straining, my balls aching with their need for release.
The only comfort I could take was knowing Shy was just as frustrated as I was. Maybe even more so, since she'd been so close to release.
I knew it was stupid, but I was going to finish the job as soon as possible.
I passed out with that thought as a small bit of comfort.
I woke up to banging noises a few feet away from me.
I was used to people making a racket while I was trying to sleep. Some of the other guys had fucked up sleep schedules, which meant they got into projects at all different hours.
"Hey, Belle, you okay?" I asked, barely conscious, but making out the shape of the woman in the early morning light streaming through the window.