Between Acts

Or what happens when sex is not high on the list of extra curricular activities…

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Bathroom.” She moved slowly towards the door and out of the room.

Quin shook his head. He’d been worried at how sick Lynne had been, but seeing her move about was a good thing. Not that he’d let her know. It was hard enough to keep her in bed as it was. When the door opened, he turned back to his computer. He’d been ill first, and while he was still weak, there was no way he’d let on just how he felt. Otherwise, she’d be up and trying to do for both of them.

“Back in bed.”

“I need to sit up for a bit. I’m sore from sleeping for the last two days.”

“Sit in bed.”

“Chair. I want tea.”

He laughed. She smiled weakly as she held onto the end of the bed. “Bed, and I’ll make the tea.” He stood up and shooed her back into bed.

When he came back with the tea, she was perched on the end of the bed next to his desk. “Here you go.”

Lynne took the cup and felt like she’d had a victory. He hadn’t made her crawl back into bed. She smiled as she sipped her tea.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes. Not really hungry, but at least I can stay awake for fifteen minutes.”

“We’ll see.”

“I am going to stay up and read. Sherlock and Mary are just about to catch the murderer.”

Quin rolled his eyes. “You need to sleep.”

“I’ve been sleeping. You had this, and you’re not sleeping!” There was almost a whine in Lynne’s voice.

Secretly, Quin was glad she was being feisty. It meant she was healing. Outwardly, he looked at her and flipped her the finger.

She laughed. “Alright, now.”


“You said “Fuck you”, and I’m calling you on it. On the bed now. Let’s have sex.” She barely kept a straight face long enough to get the words out.

Quin laughed. “Oh yeah? You’d last five seconds, run out of energy and choke on my cock as you fell asleep.”

“Would not!”

“Oh yes you would. ‘Lynne died of asphxiation because she couldn’t wait to get over her cold before having sex’.” Quin made quote marks in the air. Both of them were laughing hard, and Lynne was doing her best to catch her breath.

“Yeah, like you’d be able to go more than a few strokes.”

“I wasn’t talking about me.” He grinned. “You were the one who started this.”

“No, you were the one who started this.” She gave him the finger and they both kept on laughing.

Ten minutes later, she was back in bed, trying to read her book and failing miserably. The book fell twice before she gave up. Handing book and reading glasses to Quin, she curled up under the covers.

Some time later, she woke to feel Quin’s hands on her back. It felt good, and she moved closer. He hadn’t bothered with pajamas, and his skin felt nice against hers.

“Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”


“No, this is not about sex, just massage. Your back is still all tight from being ill.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to?” She was teasing him.

He swatted her lightly on the ass. “No. Neither one of us would last long enough to actually orgasm, and you know it. When we are over this, I promise you a long day in bed.”

“Okay.” She relaxed into his massage and was soon fast asleep.

7 thoughts on “Between Acts

  1. Aww the mind was willing but the body was still weak never mind the best wines are always the finer if laid down for a bit 🙂

  2. Hope you are both feeling much better now. Would love it if you put all the Lynne and Quin stories together in a separate listing under serial stories then I could sit and read them all one after the other. Love the relationship between them and I know that it is the relationship between you and Wolf. Makes me feel quite sentimental.

    1. I’ve been thinking about ‘collecting’ those and the cloud stories in one spot. Maybe I will now that I can sit at the computer for more than five minutes.

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