"I'm . . . almost . . . there!"

Suddenly, Jane's fingers were completely trapped as Red's powerful inner-muscles clamped down again. Jane was so proud as she waited for her lover's orgasm to dissipate, and it seemed to take forever. Jane was finally able to pull her fingers out and she tasted one of them.

Sweet!

"We share in the Strays," Red reminded her. Jane lay down while Red turned onto her side, grabbing Jane's hand and taking one delicate finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. If Jane hadn't been so wiped from her evening's adventure and subsequent sex, she probably would have wanted to go again after that particular sight.

"That felt so wonderful," Jane said.

“Yes . . . yes it did." Red sat up and pulled Jane up next to her so they could slide the covers down and slip beneath them.

“You know, I was with Natasha for years, and I don't know if she ever did to me what you just did. You're pretty creative when you try," Red said with a smile.

"I didn't know anyone could be so sensitive there. I guess there's more to sex than I thought." Jane snuggled up next to Red, resting her head in the crook of Red's neck.

"There's so much I want you to show me," she whispered contentedly.

"And I'll be happy to show you," Red replied.

“There are some things... variations we can try, but I think we need to wait and discuss THOSE when we're both a little more awake. Could you get the Light?"

Jane didn't want to move because she had just gotten comfortable, and she suspected an ulterior motive when she caught Red staring at her ass when she crawled out from under the blankets. Jane smiled as she blew the candle out.

Out in the Den ...

Mindy was sitting on the edge of the lower platform, her feet dangling over the tracks as she gnawed on a bit of beef jerky. She heard and smelled someone approached from behind her, but she didn't turn to look. She was still feeling fairly annoyed at herself.

“Want to talk about it?" Robbie asked, having a seat next to her.

“Or would you rather mope some more?" Arthur added, sitting on the other side.

There's nothing someone wallowing in self-degradation hates as much as someone else making fun of them for it.

"Kiss off," Mindy muttered.

"I think that means she wants to mope," Robbie said, leaning forward and looking at Arthur.

It was Arthur's turn to lean forward.

"But she did actually speak, which means she may want to talk about it, but in a hostile way."

"Mope," Robbie reiterated.

"Talk," Arthur countered.

“Mope!""