When Muses Attack!

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A/N:

Sandra – nah, that’s ok. Laugh all you want. I’m sure once he’s gone I’ll re-read it and laugh my ass off at it (and also wonder how I managed to stay at least partly sane). Oh, he loves to surf. I don’t like it because he gets smarter and smarter and that is NOT a good thing. Well, yeah, I could write it like I wanted but I don’t wanna screw it up! Eeeep! I tried the Ray Charles but he wasn’t impressed. Smokey Robinson, however, does make him smile. But only Marvin can make him dance. Hehehehe! It was not I! It’s all him! All his fault! He’s so wicked, isn’t he? Even when he doesn’t want to be he is.

Naira – I seriously doubt any other creature could be so infernal. He must have gotten all of it for the entire family!!

Wanderingray – Well, I’m glad you are enjoying my torment. Somebody might as well! Lol!

Sandra – He’s not pouting so much as now he’s gotten rather defiant. I’d rather deal with defiant anyway. Pouting is enough to make me want to choke him. And we know what would happen then!

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“Are you going to leave me again?” He asks sullenly when he spies me packing my clothes.

“Well, you’re not going to talk to me so I might as well go have some fun,” I shrug and continue rooting under the bed for my camping gear.

He’s pouting but he is determined to stand in my way so I can see just how displeased he is with me. I ignore him and dodge past him as I pile my camping stuff in the living room. Then I’m off to the kitchen to pack the most important thing – alcohol. He frowns. I giggle.

“You went away last weekend,” he accuses drawing his dark brows together into one menacing unibrow.

“Mmm-hmm,” I acknowledge absently debating over rum or tequila.

“I think you do not want to write this,” he grumbles and folds his arms over his chest as he watches me.

I sigh heavily and put both bottles into the cooler before facing him. “Oh, I want to write it all right. But I’m sick of you pouting and skulking around. If you’re not going to talk I’m gonna split. No point in me staying here when there’s trouble to be had!”

He continues to scowl darkly at me. I continue to ignore him and finish packing. When I’m done I sit in the floor and watch “Cops” with the sound off and the CD player on.

“Come here,” I say, finally giving in to the guilt and holding my hand out to him.

He scowls at it then at me so I crawl over to him and put my hand on his.

“Now come,” I tell him and pull him down into the floor with me.

He grunts in agreement as he sits down.

I move behind him. He turns his head slightly to see what I’m doing and I slide my arms over his shoulders and press my cheek next to his. He won’t let me hug him outright but I can’t resist the urge to comfort him since he is obviously slipping back into his melancholy again.

“Are you going to tell me about it?” I ask softly, leaning against his back.

He sighs. I have a surprising urge to run my hands all over him and I frown. Must be getting close to ovulation. Odd.

“I want you to write it,” he finally murmurs.

“I am writing it, cupcake,” I remind him giving him a bit of a squeeze.

He sighs again. I’m not getting it.

“Without me,” he adds.

I grunt.

“I can’t,” I reply.

“Yes, you can,” he says, one steely eye peering at me sideways.

“Why? Are you leaving me?” I ask. It’d be so like him to do something like that just to spite me.

“No. Not yet,” he says softly. “But I do not wish to relive certain parts.”

“Ah. I see,” I murmur and squeeze him just a little in sympathy.

“I will not abide by your pity,” he growls in warning.

“It is not pity, you big oaf!” I frown at his stubbornness and shake him slightly. It’s like trying to shake a boulder.

He relaxes slightly and sighs again. I can smell his scent and feel the warmth of him through my clothes. We sit there for a minute until my back starts hurting then I have to move. I shift behind him, turning sideways and stretching out my legs as I lie down. He turns to face me so we are stretched out on our sides facing each other lying down.

“You know the end,” he whispers to me.

I nod. Yes, he has given me that. But he has so far refused to tell me how we arrive at that point. He’s only allowing me glimpses. I can only guess at the depths of his pain. Normally he will talk on and on and on about himself but now he is silent and sullen. Even more so because he fears I will be leaving him. Having my fun while he sits here sliding deeper and deeper into his melancholy. I frown. When did I catch that guilt bus?

We stare at each other and I finally get up and put on a blues CD. Hey, if he’s feeling it, we might as well play it. If I didn’t think he’d turn his nose up again, I’d offer him a beer. Or some tequila. I smile evilly at that thought.

“Roll over,” I say motioning to him.

He raises one eyebrow and smirks but he does as I ask rolling over onto his stomach. I sink down to my knees next to him and begin to absently massage his shoulders. It seems to work for human males anyway and I need him to come back to me. He’s got to help me finish this. I could probably do it on my own but why risk it if he is here now?

I continue to massage his back and shoulders and he moans softly. His muscles are firm beneath my hands and his hair almost literally twinkles in the dim light. Kenny Wayne Shepherd is belting out “Shame, Shame, Shame” and I sing along doing my best blues imitation. It is absolutely terrible even on my best days.

He grunts in disgust but I don’t stop. I know I have a horrible singing voice but I don’t care. It’s the perfect song and he should sing it, too. He’s probably waiting for that Motown CD to cycle thru before he cuts loose. Or as loose as he cuts which isn’t much.

“You sound terrible,” he murmurs after I am done. But I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Hush!” I scold playfully, tweaking the point of his ear.

In a flash, he grabs my wrist and rolls over, pulling me partially on top of him. It happens so fast all I can do is let out a squeak of shock.

“Do not tease me, Mel,” he purrs menacingly.

“I’m not teasing you,” I frown. I was just messing with him. Trying to keep him in a better mood.

He has my one arm pinned to my side as he keeps my other wrist in a death grip but I don’t struggle against him. What’s the use? I’ll wait until he relaxes his grip then I’ll make my move. Learned that the hard way, I have!

“You know how sensitive my ears are,” he says in that low voice of his.

I grunt. “I thought it was your neck,” I say playfully and just manage to nip his exposed flesh with my teeth.

He cannot do anything but growl at me since both of his hands are occupied with keeping me still. We’re at a bit of an impasse here. I laugh evilly at him and lunge for his neck again. He pulls away.

“Don’t!” He hisses and places my hand against his trousers.

“Oh!” I say in surprise as I feel his increasing hardness.

“Oh!” He mocks and presses his nose to mine, those gray eyes wide and taunting.

“Sorry,” I say lamely. “I thought you were just kidding me.”

He grunts and places my hand against his chest but his nose is still pressed against mine. It’s making me cross-eyed to look at him so I turn my head.

“Anyway I thought you could control that stuff,” I mumble a little embarrassed.

His lips are very close to my ear. “I could if I wanted to,” he says softly, his breath tickling my neck. I twitch involuntarily.

“Now don’t you start with me then,” I warn sharply.

He laughs evilly and my skin crawls. He can be quite nefarious when the mood hits him and it obviously has now. I’m still amazed at how quickly tormenting me seems to lighten his mood. Wasn’t he just pouting and moping around like an hour ago?

“You are in no position to threaten me,” he reminds me by smelling my neck and moaning softly as he squeezes me tighter.

“Wanna bet, cupcake?” I purr right back at him. Two can play at this.

He tilts his head to me but won’t ask the question. He doesn’t have to. I’ll tell him anyway.

“I’ll just stop writing,” I threaten. “Better yet, I’ll go away again for another week or so. Leaving you here all alone. How would that grab ya?”

He snorts. “You would not. You said as much earlier. You want to see the ending as much as I.”

I shrug. “Yeah, well, I could still go away for a week or two and leave you here. Alone. All alone without the CD player on and I’d activate the password protection on the computer so you couldn’t use it. You’d be stuck here - all by yourself with no one to torment and no music until I decided to return. What do you think about THAT?”

He considers this for a minute and his lip curls at me in disgust. “You would do that to me,” he says bitterly.

“Ah-huh,” I nod. Of course, I’m not about to tell him that I already have those two precious weeks allocated for something ELSE entirely. He doesn’t need to know that. He needs to start talking. And if I have to lie, cheat, threaten and cajole to get him to do it, I will.

“You are mean to me,” he growls.

“Well, you are mean to ME so I’d say we’re even. Now are you going to let go of me?” I demand.

Being held in his arms, pressing against that firm body of his reminds me just how long it has been since I’ve had a male and my infernal hormones are going crazy at his proximity. I need to get away from him and quickly.

He smiles wickedly at me. “No,” he says smugly. “I know you want me.”

I close my eyes and will myself to remain calm as I gnash my teeth together imagining all sorts of evil plagues upon his head. We’ve been over this road before. “One of these days,” I threaten internally. “He is going to get it. He is so going to get it and he’s going to be sorry.”

But where could I hide the body and would anyone notice?

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