Part 48 (2/2)
”I feel like I landed on it.”
”A trip to the moon.” It made her smile as she brushed at his hair. ”I like it. All I need now is some water, before I die of thirst, and maybe some food before we try for the return trip.”
”I can supply the water. I keep some in the ...” He rolled over, reached out for the nightstand, and ended up on the floor. ”What the h.e.l.l!”
”Are you okay?” She scrambled to the edge of the bed to stare down at him. ”Why are you on the floor?”
”I don't know.”
”Where's the lamp? Where's the nightstand?”
”I don't know. Did we end up in an alternate universe?” He rubbed his hip as he got to his feet, and stood straining to see while his eyes adjusted to the dark. ”Something's not right. The terrace doors are supposed to be over there, but they're over there. And the ... Wait a minute.”
Cautious, he moved in the darkened room, cursed when his toe stubbed against a chair, skirted it, then groped for the bedside lamp.
The light flashed on.
”Why am I over here?” she asked him.
”Because the bed's over there. It was over here. Now it's over there and turned sideways.”
”We moved the bed?”
”It was over here,” he repeated, then walked back to her. ”Now it's over here.” He got back in as she sat up beside him. Both of them sat, studying the empty s.p.a.ce between the two nightstands.
”That's a lot of pent-up s.e.xual energy,” she decided.
”I'd say ma.s.sive amounts. Has this ever happened to you before?”
”It's a first.”
”Me, too.” He turned, grinned at her. ”I'm going to mark it down on the calendar.”
Laughing, she twined her arms around his neck. ”Let's leave it here for now, see if we can move it back again later.”
”There are a lot of other beds in this house. We could experiment. I think ... s.h.i.+t. s.h.i.+t. Pent-up s.e.xual energy. Abra, the bed's here, the nightstands, and the condoms are over there. I didn't think. I couldn't think.”
”We're okay. I'm on birth control. How long have you been storing up your s.e.xual energy?”
”Some over a year.”
”Same here. I think that area of safety's covered, so to speak. Why don't we hydrate, eat, then see what else we can move?”
”I really like the way your mind works.”
She was right about the soup. It was exceptional. He'd begun to think she was very rarely wrong about anything.
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