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“Tin? What are you doing?” Alan asked as he wandered through the villa, pausing when he saw his girlfriend standing by the broom closet in the hallway. She was standing there in her nightgown and rummaging around, looking for what…Alan didn’t know.
“Uh, a home improvement project?” Tin-Tin said as she turned to look at Alan and showing him that the nightgown, that he thought she was wearing was actually her bathrobe and that what she actually wore was a lacy negligée. The shoulder had slipped down and showed Alan that she wasn’t wearing it tied, it was draped – probably to grab Alan’s attention.
Which it was doing…very well.
“A home improvement project…at eleven thirty at night?” Alan asked, puzzled.
“Yeah, you know…since we’ve got the house to ourselves…for the most part. Not only that, but I’m bored.”
Tin-Tin had turned, holding a tape measure in one hand and grabbing the tip, pulling it up and stopping after a moment or two.
“Does this remind you of someone?”
Alan gulped, his face blushing a deep crimson. He wasn’t anticipating his girlfriend to bring it up…
Ha ha, so funny he almost forgot to laugh.
So, he hadn’t been feeling…in the mood as of late. So, sue him. He’s been tired from rescues and honestly, helping with in field amputations and screaming injured people doesn’t exactly make a guy horny for his girlfriend.
No matter how much she hints at wanting some alone time.
But bringing up the assumed length of time he can keep her occupied and himself…excited are two completely different things.
Alan approached Tin-Tin so that he looked down into her mischievous eyes.
“Um, I hate to break it to you Tin but…” Alan started as he grabbed the top of the tape measure and pushed it down to something a little more reasonable. “I just haven’t been in the mood.”
Tin-Tin looked him in the eyes and grabbed the tip of the tape measure, elongating it back to her original stopping point.
“Even if that home improvement project I was hinting at involved you, me…some naked time and hopefully in a year the little pitter-patter of tiny feet running down the hall?”
Alan felt his mouth go positively dry as the Sahara Desert then.
He and Tin-Tin had discussed children a number of times since they’d started dating seriously two years ago. They were engaged to be married but hadn’t sworn off sex despite common practice.
Technically they were common law spouses as they’d lived together for longer than a year, but their dads had both expressed wanting to see their youngest or in Kyrano’s case only child married; even if Alan’s older brothers never saw fit to settle down with any one person, choosing instead to prefer being eternal bachelors.
Alan looked between Tin-Tin and the tape measure she was holding, reaching out and grabbing the tip, pulling it up just a little bit more. Tin-Tin squealed as Alan swept her up in his arms and hurried back upstairs to his bedroom that he’d taken to sharing with Tin-Tin. Tin-Tin had dropped the tape measure, neither she nor Alan caring at the dull thunk sound it made when it hit the hardwood floor.
~•~
Gordon woke up, his back feeling immensely better after the heating pad had relaxed his stiff muscles. Sometimes, cold water rescues made his back scream in agony if he didn’t get out of the frigid water quick enough.
Gordon yawned, rubbing his eyes and giving his head a shake as he stretched, wondering what it was that woke him up. Ordinarily, he slept like the dead if he combined a back rub ointment (courtesy of Alan) with a heating pad and one of his muscle relaxers that his doctor prescribed him.
He needn’t wait long though to get his answer to what woke him up when out of nowhere, he heard a rhythmic knocking on his wall indicative of…
Gordon made a face as he could just barely make out the sound of Alan and Tin-Tin’s raised voices, knowing immediately what they were up to and wishing they’d be quiet.
Trying to sleep while your brother and his girlfriend were bumping uglies in the next room was…obnoxious.
And mortifying.
Can’t forget mortifying.
The rhythm of the knocking was speeding up now and telling Gordon every sordid detail that he couldn’t make out on his own.
Gordon raised his hands and cupped them over his ears, rolling over and closing his eyes, determined to think of nothing else if not being made to endure Alan and Tin-Tin screwing each other. He’d been a captive audience a number of times and each time that followed was no more enjoyable than the last.
And Gordon was never so glad when his brother’s bed had stopped knocking abruptly, telling Gordon all he never wanted to know.
~•~
Alan lay on his back, Tin-Tin sprawled across his chest and the blankets pooled around their waists. He was breathing heavily as was she. They’d taken turns, taking their cues from a couple’s dare game that suggests ways to spice it up in the bedroom.
Alan had drawn the suggestion that he give up control and let her be the boss…
And what a wild ride it was…Alan was never going to laugh at a couple’s dare game ever again. Not after tonight, no…now he was a believer.
Tin-Tin was a true and honest to god…goddess. A Viking warrior princess that knew what she wanted and took it.
She broke him.
A wild ride, indeed.
“Let me know when you’re ready to go again.” Tin-Tin murmured, leaning over to rest her cheek on his chest, running her fingers down his stomach and playing with some of his chest hair.
“Maybe I need a jumpstart.” Alan replied, grinning devilishly at Tin-Tin, puckering his lips in preparation for another round of kissing.
Instead, Tin-Tin grabbed an article of silky fabric from Alan's nightstand and pulled Alan's wrists up to secure to the headboard. She smiled wickedly at Alan.
"The safe word is..." Tin-Tin leaned down beside Alan's ear to whisper as she also tied a blindfold over Alan's eyes.
Alan nodded in understanding as he heard Tin-Tin walk over to the footlocker he kept at the foot of his bed, key in the code and riffle through for her desired tool.
And if Gordon chose to go sleep in the living room because the knocking on his bedroom wall was louder than ever, well, nobody was any the wiser and Gordon wasn’t about to breathe a word to anyone.
Not that he wanted to discuss his brother and soon to be sister-in-law, but he’d be putting in a request for soundproofing before the wedding were even to occur.
Either that or a bedroom reassignment. Perhaps John wouldn’t mind switching bedrooms since he only rarely came down from Five every other month.