Dressed in only the pair of shorts he'd been sleeping in, Sam sat on his bed reading through a paper copy of chapter twelve while Abigail typed away for over half an hour.
“You want to help me fix this up now?” she asked. She'd also changed into her shorts and tank top.
“Sure, let me have it,” he said reaching for the computer.
“It’s dying, you'll have to come over here by the plug.”
Sam sat up and pushed himself up off his bed. “I'll be right back,” he groaned, heading into the bathroom. He went in there more to compose himself than to use the facilities because he knew what kind of scene she'd been writing. She always got nervous and bounced her foot when she wrote a sex scene, and the thought of proofing it, sitting all squished up against her on that tiny twin bed, made it hard to breathe. Then he had an idea. “Hey Bibi, get up for a second,” he called from the bathroom.
“Why?"
“I’m going to push the beds together until bed time. Give us more room to work.” He could stay on his own side and still reach the laptop, and maybe he could make it through the rest of the night.
Sam leaned back against the wall to the right of the window and Abby was sitting cross legged on her side of the now large bed.
“Okay, let me read it,” he offered, reaching for the computer again. Abby handed it over and he started to read. She'd seamlessly added ten pages and he was right, it was the hottest sex scene he'd ever read.
“Wow, Bibi that adds a whole new dimension to the story. It’s perfect. There is only one small thing I would change.”
“Okay, what?” She asked moving up to the head of the bed to sit next to him.
His voice actually shook as he pointed out the small change he wanted to make. Having her so close made him want to take her in his arms and replay the scene she’d written. But that would definitely be too much too soon.
Abby took the laptop and made the changes. “Now, it’s perfect."
“I agree!” Sam enthused.
“I was afraid it would be too much,” she whispered. “It borders on erotica.”
"Yeah but it’s not quite there so it’s perfect for our book.”
Abigail chuckled and leaned her head on Sam’s shoulder. “Too bad they both die a horrible death two pages into the next chapter.”
“You are so cruel, killing off a young couple who have just had the best sex of their lives, and to top it off you made me leave dinner the other night because I joked about borrowing your underwear. Such cruelty!"
Abigail laughed. “I'm so sorry,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. She turned to look at Sam. “I was such a bitch that night.”
“You were,” Sam agreed staring into her eyes. “But everyone gets to be once in awhile.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay Abby.” Sam wrapped his arms around her, squeezing just tight enough for her to feel safe and loved. “I won't hold it against you.” He shifted on the bed hoping like hell that she wouldn't move her elbow too much or she would know exactly how his body was reacting to her being so close.
Her hand moved from her stomach to rest on his thigh and her elbow gently brushed him. He let out a hissing, tortured sigh.
“Sam,” she pleaded, quickly turning her whole body to face him, settling onto her knees at his side.
“What is it Abby, are you okay?” he asked reaching out to caress her cheek. Before he could even register what was happening, she kissed him, pushing his body hard against the wall. He hesitated, but only for a moment before he returned the kiss.
“You want to help me fix this up now?” she asked. She'd also changed into her shorts and tank top.
“Sure, let me have it,” he said reaching for the computer.
“It’s dying, you'll have to come over here by the plug.”
Sam sat up and pushed himself up off his bed. “I'll be right back,” he groaned, heading into the bathroom. He went in there more to compose himself than to use the facilities because he knew what kind of scene she'd been writing. She always got nervous and bounced her foot when she wrote a sex scene, and the thought of proofing it, sitting all squished up against her on that tiny twin bed, made it hard to breathe. Then he had an idea. “Hey Bibi, get up for a second,” he called from the bathroom.
“Why?"
“I’m going to push the beds together until bed time. Give us more room to work.” He could stay on his own side and still reach the laptop, and maybe he could make it through the rest of the night.
Sam leaned back against the wall to the right of the window and Abby was sitting cross legged on her side of the now large bed.
“Okay, let me read it,” he offered, reaching for the computer again. Abby handed it over and he started to read. She'd seamlessly added ten pages and he was right, it was the hottest sex scene he'd ever read.
“Wow, Bibi that adds a whole new dimension to the story. It’s perfect. There is only one small thing I would change.”
“Okay, what?” She asked moving up to the head of the bed to sit next to him.
His voice actually shook as he pointed out the small change he wanted to make. Having her so close made him want to take her in his arms and replay the scene she’d written. But that would definitely be too much too soon.
Abby took the laptop and made the changes. “Now, it’s perfect."
“I agree!” Sam enthused.
“I was afraid it would be too much,” she whispered. “It borders on erotica.”
"Yeah but it’s not quite there so it’s perfect for our book.”
Abigail chuckled and leaned her head on Sam’s shoulder. “Too bad they both die a horrible death two pages into the next chapter.”
“You are so cruel, killing off a young couple who have just had the best sex of their lives, and to top it off you made me leave dinner the other night because I joked about borrowing your underwear. Such cruelty!"
Abigail laughed. “I'm so sorry,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. She turned to look at Sam. “I was such a bitch that night.”
“You were,” Sam agreed staring into her eyes. “But everyone gets to be once in awhile.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay Abby.” Sam wrapped his arms around her, squeezing just tight enough for her to feel safe and loved. “I won't hold it against you.” He shifted on the bed hoping like hell that she wouldn't move her elbow too much or she would know exactly how his body was reacting to her being so close.
Her hand moved from her stomach to rest on his thigh and her elbow gently brushed him. He let out a hissing, tortured sigh.
“Sam,” she pleaded, quickly turning her whole body to face him, settling onto her knees at his side.
“What is it Abby, are you okay?” he asked reaching out to caress her cheek. Before he could even register what was happening, she kissed him, pushing his body hard against the wall. He hesitated, but only for a moment before he returned the kiss.
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