Oh, yeah, cookie

[taratemima]

Ragnarok, PG-13 because they talk about sex.


I go into the bathroom to wash my hands. I turn around, and Danny is in front of me. His hair is a mussed up nest of red curls and his eyes are unfocused and bloodshot, but still a bright hazel. He's stoned, Batsheva was right. He's dressed for the summer night in a 'Search and Destroy' t-shirt and knee-length shorts.

He raises one eyebrow. "May I?"

I say nothing but move. He washes his hands and I cannot help but stare. I look at his defined shoulders and wince when I remember the claw marks he showed me in the car.

He turns to look at me. "Yeah? You want something?"

He will be leaving for another tour, and I won't see him after tonight. He is irresponsible, Batsheva is right. Then I think of his smile showing sharp, white teeth, his long ghostly fingers and the bend of his waist his t-shirt is tight enough to show. I could just have him right now, see if his cock is as pink as his face, feel him inside me.

Oh no. No, no, no.

"No."

"Liar."

I blink and look at him. "Pardon?"

"You smelled like this in the car."

"What are you talking about?" My voice sounds hoarse in the bathroom.

"Pheromones. Normal humans can sometimes register them. Were senses pick them up easily. I could smell your pussy getting wet in that cramped car. I can smell you getting wet now." That damn smile makes me jolt.

"That may be so, but . . ."

He leans against the wall and chuckles. "I know what's up. You don't think you got a shot anyway. You're funny looking. Hell, I'm pretty funny looking myself. You're fat, so what? I'm skinny. None of that never stopped me, why let it stop you?"

I shake my head. "I work with Marie. I really want to keep this professional. I am not sure how I would deal with her if I had sex with you." I gulp, forcing down the thought of being pinned against the wall, those teeth at my neck. "Especially since it would be for one night."

He nods and lifts his eyebrows as he sighs. "The one person who gets it and doesn't whine and cry when I take off, and she is working on vampire rights." Now, his eyes are as focused as he can get in his state.

I shrug. "Sorry."

He snorts. "John was asking about you anyway. He likes you. I'd feel real bad if he thought he was getting my sloppy seconds."

John, guy who showed me the one quiet spot in the house? I smile remembering his soft voice and easy smile. "That's very diplomatic of you."

"Whatever. I'm getting another beer." Danny steadies himself against the door. Just as he was about to turn the door knob, he calls out. "Hey, Miriam, that's your name, right?"

"Yes?"

"You could be a real fun lay if someone just had the balls to talk to you." He walks out. I follow him.

I do what I usually do at parties, observe people, look at bookshelves and eavesdrop. At one point, I see Danny making out with a man with short dark hair and muscular arms. I nod and go outside to the porch to get a virgin margarita. I think I will try lime.

I see Batsheva making the drinks. She stares at me. "So, did you?"

"Did I what?"

"I saw you go out of the bathroom before Danny . . ."

"Oh. Oh, no." I shake too vigorously, then sigh. "He offered."

She laughs and yells over the blender, "You and half of Southern California. If it weren't for the resistance to disease thing, he'd have every STD out there."

I nod. "It wouldn't work out." I take my drink and go to look for John.