How may I serve you?
I’m in trouble with these eigenvectors.
If you get your body in motion over here and take me to the grocery store, I can help.
When they climbed out of her vehicle at the grocery store, Indigo finally got up the nerve to ask, “Won’t your boyfriend be annoyed with you being here with me?” He didn’t want to say the asshole’s name.
“Not anymore,” Umi snapped, looking off in the distance.
Only later, he realized a guy passing buy them warned, “Don’t go in there, man,” as he walked by.
People were streaming out of the grocery store as they entered. “What happened?” Indigo asked holding the entrance door open for Umi.
She frowned as she looked around blankly, “We argued. A lot. I figured out that I wasn’t happy.”
Indigo nodded; her now-ex had a brittle personality. Great, while he had it all together, but when he didn’t…total asshole. By the time they each grabbed a shopping cart, the sound of the squeaky wheel on Umi’s echoed. “I’ll meet you at the front when you’re ready,” she said in a subdued voice.
“Where’s the music?” Indigo muttered to himself as he started snagging the food he needed.
He had passed through several aisles when one of the employees of the store stopped and stared at him. “You got to go,” he said, his mouth muffled by a mask.
Indigo jerked to a halt. The sheer silence of the store except for the irregular squeaking of Umi’s wheel smashed into his consciousness. “What’s going on?”
“There’s a disease. What kind of fucking well did you crawl out of you fucking moron?!” He shook his head and held out his hands, “Sorry. Sorry. Someone decided to drop dead in aisle 2…Grab everything you could possibly need and get the hell out of here. NOW.” He pointed towards the exit and started walking away. “Oh, and stay out of aisle 2.”
Indigo blinked as what-it-meant whooshed through his brain. The squeaking of Umi’s wheel got progressively louder. “Shit.” He didn’t know how long he stood there. Probably a second. But it seemed like forever as he pulled up the edge of his jacket over his face and sprinted to the sound. Squeak. Pause. Squeak squeak squeak. Pause. Pause. She’d stopped. Umi was standing just at the end of…Aisle 2. Putting on a last burst of speed, Indigo swung himself between her and whatever was in the aisle. Spinning her around, he pulled her into his arms, and her face into the edge of his jacket too. “Umi.”
She gasped, “Indigo!”
“Listen to me. We’ve got to get out of here and stay the hell out of aisle 2…”
“…someone’s on the ground…”
“…dead. I just found out. Cover your face and follow me, okay?”
Umi nodded and took over as Indigo snagged her scarf to start wrapping it around her face.
The rest of their shopping trip was a blur and muffled whispers behind their face coverings. Of course all the masks were gone in the medical section. After filling up both shopping carts, they headed out the front door of the building only to be greeted by police. They stopped stunned. There had been no way to actually purchase the items. “Unload your carts into your transport and go home, citizens,” blared over the external speaker from one of the police officers. Working rapidly, they finally left the empty parking garage with one of the police transports following.
“Did you get it fixed?” Indigo turned on the radio, seeing Umi nod, and was greeted with a tinny voice.
“All of County 9 is under quarantine, but officials are not optimistic that the virus has not already spread widely. Airborne, incubating for as long as two weeks…” Umi and Indigo looked at each other. She tapped a button and set the windows to lower. Indigo turned up the volume as the noise from rushing air overwhelmed them. “…the virus was finally isolated revealing its off-market origin. Current suspects are un-Incorporated religious-racial extremists…”
Umi pinched Indigo, “Mmmm?” he asked.
“Just checking that this isn’t a nightmare, and I didn’t want to pinch myself.”
“I’d kiss your fingers, but I feel like we both need to get intimate with bleach ASAP.”
Umi smiled at him, “When is that police transport going to stop following us?”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about that,” he answered.
When they returned to Indigo’s home, Umi’s vehicle shut down as the police transport blocked them in the space. Then a really bright light was shone on them as the speaker blared, “Mr. Welle and Ms. Etheria, you two are confined to the residence for the next 4 weeks.” Indigo nudged her and tilted his head towards the nearest wall. The light was a projector, its text stated, You have been exposed to a dangerous, highly contagious disease. Remain in quarantine or go to jail, not a hospital. When Umi turned back around, to stare at them blankly, trying to understand what-it-meant, the speaker called, “We are monitoring your movements. Thank you for your cooperation.” And then they left. Umi automatically tried to restart her vehicle. The dashboard light flashed, Locked Down.
Umi looked at Indigo. He awkwardly petted her knee, “Come on. There’s a nice, cold bleach wash awaiting us just around the corner.”
“I don’t even have a change of clothes,” she said uncertainly in a small voice.
He hugged her briefly, trying to stifle the moisture gathering in her eyes, “You can borrow mine.”
Opening the door, she pulled away from his hug with a couple of welcome squeezes on his arm as he released her. “You know which shirt I want.”
The bleach wash was awkward. Indigo wanted them both to just dive in and get it over with, Umi pointed out that they’d then have to take a shower together. Indigo told her that was fine with him, but Umi insisted he go first and she’d follow 5 minutes behind.
When she emerged from the bathroom with the gag shirt she’d given him, he groaned for a different reason. He could see the twin peaks of her nipples. The shirt was a naked female print to vaguely correspond to the wearer. In his case, an indisputably masculine frame with broad shoulders and musculature. It was absurd. On her, it was still absurd since her real breasts were located in the shoulder region of the print. “I love you, but I’m burning that shirt,” he commented.
He was serious.
After putting away everything from the store, and bleach washing it along the way, they sat on the couch and scanned through the news on Indigo’s computer. After the article that the religious extremists had committed suicide and that the government was fanning across the world to seize the genetic equipment that they had used to make the virus from anyone who owned them, Umi sighed, “I saw your vehicle in the storage. What’s wrong with it?”
Indigo looked at the top of her head where she was leaning on his shoulder. “Nothing. I just decided you’d value me more if you had to work for my time.”
Umi lifted her head, looked him in the eye, and rolled hers. “Think the police missed it?”
“Nope.” He closed the screen showing the news and pulled up a comedy that they both liked. “I checked.”
“That’s why they didn’t let me drop you and head home.” Umi clicked the play selection on the screen.
He cocked his head, “I don’t follow.”
“Only a couple would leave a functioning vehicle behind to go to the store together.” Then she chuckled at a gag at the start of the show.
Indigo swallowed his next two sentences opting instead for, “Use my computer to let your family know you’re here.” …with me. He was delaying the inevitable issue: where she was going to sleep. The discussion with her family settled that…
Her mom asked, “Is he safe?”
“Yes,” Umi replied rolling her eyes, “I’m sleeping on his couch.”
Her father frowned, “No. But he’s acceptable.” Indigo was heading to get a pillow and blanket for her when he said that and paused. Turning his head, he caught Umi looking at him speculatively. Then she blushed and looked back at the screen to ask, “Are you guys safe?” …
Having settled her on the couch afterward, Indigo wished her goodnight. A brief hand squeeze. Then she had the worst night of sleep possible. Her hips were over-supported, her shoulders under-supported, her knees had to be partially tucked, and she couldn’t get her head into a comfortable position if she straightened them. It was miserable.
When Indigo, well rested damn the man, came out to the main room at twilight, Umi looked at him blearily, “Izzit morning?”
“For me,” Indigo replied sympathetically. Then he picked her up and carried her to his bed.
She rolled over, tucked in, and murmured, “Smells like you.”
“Sweet dreams,” he told her dropping a soft kiss on her hair.
Surrounded by his scent, she fell asleep.
Indigo sat and tried to figure out how the next several weeks were going to play out. It looked as if the semester was over, and he’d have to start all his classes all over again. For some reason none of it dealt a blow to the contentment he was generally feeling. He checked in with his parents and siblings. They were fine, worried about his being alone. He told them about Umi’s situation. The reaction was to demand more information, which he didn’t want to give. Then the subject was dropped…until the next barbed joke. “Look, I hoped we wouldn’t have this conversation, but when they threaten to call the police, you’ve got to let them go.”
At lunchtime, Indigo woke Umi, “You can’t sleep the whole day, because I’m not going to have you keep me up late.”
“Lunch is on,” he added leaving the room.
Staggering out of the bedroom a few minutes later, Umi zombie walked to him. Groaning, “Brains,” she put her arms around him and pulled his hair with her teeth.
Laughing, “Stop it…stop…stop…I meant it,” Indigo pinched her until she took her seat for her br-unch. He liked having her arms around him, not so much the hair pulling.
“Brains?” she muttered poking at the items on the plate.
“Only figuratively.” He smiled, savoring his happiness at the moment. “I was thinking, how about if we plant some seeds?”
“Start a garden?” she sipped at her tea. “Probably best to start the seeds germinating inside, then transplant the shoots outside. We’ll have to adjust the conditions out there, but it sounds like fun.”
They worked outside for the rest of the day figuring out where to put different types of vegetables and herbs. Then in the evening, they worked on setting up the seeds. Umi built a basic radio so that they could listen to music. News broadcasts would break up any sense of peace that they’d attained. Indigo had an accident which took the radio out of commission until Umi could repair it several hours later. Afterwards, she attached it to herself and warned him that there were a few of his household items that she wouldn’t miss. A fire broke out in the evening near the dirty clothes, but fortunately only destroyed one shirt. Indigo pointed out that he was working with Umi all evening. Umi pointed out that it was unusual her gag shirt was the only one that was placed directly on the heating element for drying. Indigo pretended he didn’t hear her mutter, “Gee, wonder why most women run away screaming after dating him.”
As they sat together on the couch and watched the news, then turned to some entertainment to distract themselves from it, Indigo idly rubbed Umi’s neck making her curl into him. He wished she’d put her arms around him again, but the way her hands touched his leg between their laps was satisfying enough. And arousing.
When it was time for bed, there was no discussion. Umi trailed him into the bedroom and settled on the side next to the bathroom. Rolling over, putting her back to him, she murmured, “Night, Indigo.”
Laying on his side, looking at her back, he replied, “Sweet dreams, Umi.” He was surprised to sense her hand patting around between them which then patted his hip. On the way, she slightly missed, brushing the erection he couldn’t resist as soon as he crawled into bed next to her. Snagging her hand, he held it.
Smiling, Umi squeezed his hand a couple of times then pulled her hand away to get comfortable again. Her semi-innocent exploration answered one question she had: Indigo at least was physically attracted to her. She’d spent the whole evening uncomfortable, wanting to get closer. But she didn’t want to push him. Four weeks was a long time, and if they didn’t get along, it could become a nightmare instead of a wonderful time with her platonic best friend. Sighing, trying to calm her body down, she closed her eyes, focusing on his increasingly addictive scent and the comfort of not sleeping on the couch-from-hell.
The next day, Umi opened her eyes and blinked. She rolled over and was practically nose-to-nose with Indigo. Who wasn’t asleep. He was watching her. Before and after her blink, his facial expression changed. She would have described the earlier one as earnest. The one that her eyes focused on afterward was pleased. “Morning,” she muttered.
“Good morning,” he replied with a deep rumble.
She narrowed her eyes, “What are you so happy about?” His facial expression was the one he generally wore when he’d gotten away with something. He raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes affecting innocence. Definitely guilty.
He really wanted to kiss her, but he didn’t want to pressure her. If she didn’t want it, he’d be spending 4 weeks awkwardly sleeping next to an indifferent or hostile bedmate. “Just enjoying a wonderful dream.” For the moment, he was satisfied that he’d gotten her into his bed for a reasonable amount of time to get her used to him.
“You’re awake.” She pinched him.
Slapping at her hand, he slid out of the bed on the other side. “It’s getting hard to tell the difference.” He didn’t bother concealing the tented state of his pajama bottoms as he wandered to the bathroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he could tell she noticed.
They walked around the neighborhood in the morning, then gardened after lunch, building variously capable tiny greenhouses for maintaining conditions for the vegetables. The herbs were hardier. After the second news report broke up their musical background, Umi took the radio off her belt and put it away in the tool area. Several days passed in much the same manner. One evening a week later, tired, they curled up together on the couch. Emphasizing a point as they chatted over a movie, Indigo grabbed Umi’s hand. Then he didn’t let go. She didn’t try to take it back either. A contented fuzz took over his brain. Then next thing he knew, she was shaking him awake saying, “We fell asleep on the couch-from-hell, c’mon. Lets go to bed.” He was unconscious when his head hit the pillow.
The next morning, he groggily sat up when the bed shook. Umi was heading to the bathroom. As they sat at the breakfast table, she pulled up her shirt and covered her cough. “Sorry,” she muttered.
He had a mild headache and sighed, “I feel…not so great.”
“Let’s take it easy today. Got any games?” Umi suggested.
They started out with a strategy game, which took several hours. After lunch they took a nap. Not feeling any better, they played cards instead until it was time to eat dinner. Which was warmed up frozen food. Then instead of curling up on the couch, they curled up in bed. And instead of absorbing any news, they simply watched comedies. As Indigo and his headache slipped off to dreamland, Umi’s soft cough provided the background sound.
When he struggled awake the next day, he knew he had a fever. Despite laying next to Umi’s warm body, he was still cold, outright shivering. Climbing out of bed, he staggered to the bathroom. He had to hold on to the door frame as the locations of objects lost meaning. After using the toilet and brushing his teeth, he looked at the bathtub as Umi’s coughing returned. Drawing a hot bath, he climbed in before it was even close to full. The temperature was perfect, his shivers started to quiet. Laying back, finally comfortable, he closed his eyes, just to relax for a little while.
“WAKE UP!” Umi yelled, “Holy shit, Indigo! *cough cough* You trying to kill yourself?!” Umi wiped her nose on her sleeve as she turned off the water and pulled the drain plug.
Indigo blearily looked up at the woman he was desperately in love with. He was in his bathtub, and she was draining the water. He’d been gradually submerging under it. The level was up to his chin. Oh. He tried to sit up, but he couldn’t without the buoyancy from the water. “Help,” he pleaded.
“Of course, honey,” she said leveraging him into a sitting position. Getting him to his feet was the next hurdle, but then she was able to support him back to bed. “Lets get you some water and a fever pill. You’re burning *cough* up.”
“Always wanted to be naked with you. Just pictured it differently,” he tried to joke as he collapsed back into bed.
Umi patted his butt in response.
With them both medicated, Umi joined him blowing her nose and coughing roughly before laying back down. Indigo sought her hand under the covers; Umi seized his hand, and he weakly squeezed hers.
A few hours later Indigo could tell that his fever had lowered, because Umi’s worsening cough bothered him. He wished she’d try holding it in instead. He knew that was irrational, but he also knew that it was making her throat irritated, more susceptible to coughing. Which was when he got an idea. Climbing out of bed and rummaging through his medical kit, he found a numbing med for the throat. He only had it because of surgery a few years back. Waiting until Umi’s coughing fit ended, he talked her into trying it out.
In the blessed silence that followed, she whispered to him, “I liked it when you grabbed me.”
“When?” How? His fever was coming back, but he could tell it wasn’t going to be as bad. The shivering wasn’t as violent.
“At the grocery store. It was the first time I’d ever been in your arms.”
He remembered the moment, too. Relived it in his dreams, well day-dreams. He gently ran his fingers down her wan face. Precious.
He’d said it out loud apparently. “I want you in my arms.”
She smiled. “I liked you being naked. When we got you out of the bathtub. I looked.”
He chuckled softly. “You can look anytime when you get better.” Then he kissed her forehead.
“Oh, a goal. It’s a deal.” She grabbed his hand then and curled up with his arm to sleep.
And just like that, he had managed to get the woman he’d desired for years to become his girlfriend. If he didn’t know any better, he’d argue that the sudden rush of endorphins set him well on to the road to recovery.
Hours later, or maybe a whole day, a knock on the window and the crashing of the blinds afterwards woke them both up, but they didn’t have the energy to do more than look in Indigo’s case and ask what he saw in Umi’s. She had a fever but the cough was gone.
A police officer stood outside of the window. He recognized the tool she put down; it was a powerful electromagnet. She must have used it to rip the metal fixtures holding the blinds out of the wall, letting her look in through the window. “Mr. Welle and Ms. Etheria, your families have requested we perform a wellness check.” She pulled out another tool and waved it across the window, “I am not detecting any blood. If you have not vomited, raise your hand.”
Indigo raised his hand, then realized that Umi was out of it. Grasping her arm by the elbow, he raised her hand as well.
The officer took out another tool. “I see that Ms. Etheria has a high fever.” Then she stepped away from the window. After a few minutes, she returned, “Mr. Welle, I’ve put medical supplies on your doorstep. The hospitals are unable to treat non-essential workers at this time, so Ms. Etheria is in your care unless you want her family to send a volunteer to manage her illness. If you wish to remain her caretaker, raise your hand.”
Indigo raised his hand and waved it to make sure she saw it.
“Ms. Etheria, can you understand me? If you can, do you consent to Mr. Welle’s taking care of you?”
Umi tried to raise her hand. It was more like propping her elbow up on Indigo.
“I am confirming that Ms. Etheria has consented to Mr. Welle’s managing her care. I’ll report back to your families. We will check in on you again tomorrow unless you contact us with an update.” Then she left with a soft crunch of the gravel.
Indigo struggled up, got Umi to take a med for her fever, then brought in the supplies box that was left by the officer. It was mostly food, such as soup and crackers, but there was also cough suppressant, decongestant, and fever pills. Exhausted, he lay back down and reflected that they both needed showers, and the sheets could use a change.
Umi woke up having to go to the bathroom. Staggering out of the bed, she noticed that Indigo wasn’t in it. After peeing, she was surprised that the bathroom door opened as she was washing her hands.
“You’ve got to take a shower, sweetie,” Indigo stated reaching around her to turn it on.
Umi couldn’t deny that part, but, “I can’t stand for very long. I’m about to fall over.”
“Trust me, I know. I put a chair in the shower,” he grasped her waist and helped her step in.
She gasped as the water hit, but then sighed. It felt really good. Then Indigo helped her take off his shirt. He was getting wet, too, but the space was too small for the both of them with her sitting. Then he helped her stand and take off his boxer shorts. She was naked, and she blearily looked at him to see how he took it. He looked, but concern motivated him more.
Handing her the soap, he asked, “Are you able to do this part?”
“Okay, I’m going to change the bed. Don’t move.”
She smiled since that was funny.
Doing her best to bath herself, she quickly tired. When Indigo returned and suggested he help her wash her hair, she gratefully accepted. He had changed from his wet clothes, so this time he just stripped instead of letting his fresh set of clothes get wet. And she got an eyeful. He was standing-at-attention, erect. “You’re beautiful, my girlfriend, and I’d have to be dead to not appreciate that,” he told her when she looked back up at him embarrassed at being so focused on it. Scrubbing her hair awkwardly, uncertain about how to handle its length, he helped her finish cleaning.
When he offered her more clothes to wear, she only took the boxers. Sighing, she settled back into the clean sheets, herself clean, all thanks to the amazing man tucking her in. “I love you,” she murmured closing her eyes. Very gently, his lips pressed against hers. Their first kiss. She smiled.
When she awoke in the middle of the night, she sighed enjoying the moment. She was achy from being in bed so long, but she didn’t feel so feverish anymore. After going to the bathroom, she climbed back in next to Indigo. His soft breathing lulled her back to sleep, while his presence filled her with warm pleasure.
Sitting on the couch again the next evening, well back on the mend, Umi was trying to figure out how to deal with him. She was like precious glass to him, but she wanted to get closer.
“Would you like to play a game of cards?” he asked.
She sat up straighter as an idea struck her, “How about if we do a little bet on the game?”
“Like what? I’ll trade you 10 of my herb seeds for one of your massive melons?”
Umi smiled. Apparently she wasn’t the only one experiencing some form of frustration. “The loser has to kiss the winner.”
Indigo paused his shuffling. Then continued while asking, “Where?”
Her eyes just about crossed as that thought hit, “On the mouth.”
“Open or closed.”
“Not that I’m complaining, but how’s that different for the winner?” He held out the deck for her to cut it.
“Okay, reverse that, and the loser has to sit there and not react with anything more than his/her mouth.”
His eyes were twinkling as he dealt the cards, “Deal.”
Indigo lost the first game and as Umi leaned towards him, he said, “Wait a minute. I need to tell you something.”
“Mmmm. No. Tell me after I kiss you.” And then she pressed her lips to his cutting off the protest. He groaned his frustration, opening his mouth, and letting her kiss him. She made sure not to wrap her arms around him to hold him secure, and he pressed forward by leaning into her to deepen the kiss. His flavor filled her senses, heightening the warmth spreading through her body. Wanted this. Wanted you.
Pausing for breath, she pulled back and smiled at him, full of feminine delight in driving him crazy. He wanted to grab her and pull her back for another dose.
He looked so hungry, she was thrilled to have created it. “Now, what did you have to tell me?” And then he looked guilty, but not entirely. The guilt came from the emotion that he was hiding under it.
“I reported to the police on our recovery, you know they wanted a daily update, and they said that we have to stay quarantined for another six weeks.”
She raised her eyebrows at such a long time frame.
“I asked why it was so long, and it seems like the problem is everything inside this place is infectious, and they don’t want to deal with that because there are shortages on cleaning supplies.” He took her hand and kissed her palm saying, “Sorry. You’re stuck with me.”
She narrowed her eyes. That was definitely a sorry-not-sorry. “I could say the same,” she observed. He didn’t realize that her father’s response to her mom’s asking if he was safe was directed at her, too. Then she tapped the deck. “Well, we have lots of time then to drive each other crazy. Deal.”
In what sense? He was already losing his moorings when it came to Umi. When they kissed, he wanted more. Like an addict. Learning from the police that their quarantine was extended was received as great news by his gonads. Apparently his lack of screaming in response elicited an elaboration as to why and a release from the daily check-ins. Refocusing on the game, he decided that he wasn’t up to another loss. She needed to get back into his arms for an intense, solid, no escape kiss.
Umi lost, but she smiled at having won. Indigo’s hunger took over his facial expression as he pulled her into his arms murmuring, “I win.” She was tugged onto his lap, and he secured her waist with one hand and the back of her head with his other. She sighed happily as his mouth again reclaimed hers. With his hand behind her head, the pressure of his mouth against hers was demanding. His tongue again caressed hers, and he repeated the motion claiming her again and again. His erection was a hard object pressed against her hip, promising. Arousal burst like flame from the warmth filling her.
When he was done, she commented while breathing heavily, “That was fun…you know, having a bit of skin or saliva in the game.”
He held her gaze. She was still recovering. He needed to be careful with her or else she could revert back to being sick. “I can’t wait for tomorrow when you’re feeling better,” he rumbled.
She grinned. Then yawned. “I take it we’re done for tonight. Which show do you want to watch?…”
She was oblivious that such a simple sentence grooved a powerful sense of rightness in his frame. This. He wanted this. Being with her just like this.
When she awoke in the morning, she felt much better. Indigo had made breakfast, and she insisted on eating it at the table. Setting her up with his computer and some comedies, he took care of various parts of the home, the laundry, the garden, and so on. He took advantage of kissing her at every opportunity. She felt guilty about being so useless. So she joined him in the garden, and despite being urged not to do too much, she felt fine building the greenhouses. Every once in a while she’d pause and watch Indigo. She enjoyed watching him move. He’d look back at her and smile before focusing on his task. Every once in a while, she would find herself thinking of THEIR garden or THEIR bed or THEIR home, but then she would jerk her mind back from the drift. It all was his, and she was his guest. That was all. Well, girlfriend-guest, with its extra…benefits, but guest all the same. Glancing back at him, she reflected that girlfriend-rights were something she hadn’t yet fully explored. And she had an idea.
That night, when they were clean and ready for bed, relaxing on the couch again, she suggested, “How about another game?”
“What sort of game?” he was instantly smiling and aroused.
“We play cards, but the loser strips?”
“How about the winner gets to rub the loser’s gonads.”
Getting his hands on her breasts and vulva shot through her brain. “What if the loser orgasms?”
“Okay, switch. The loser has to stimulate the winner to an orgasm.”
“And the loser?”
“Has to rub him/herself to orgasm, or we can play again and he/she has to wait till they win.”
“Okay…we can try it.”
“No, that’s part of the game.”
“Mmmm. No. Have the loser strip and then the winner gets rubbed to an orgasm in their clothes?”
“Works for me,” she laughed.
“I love you. No.”
So she agreed, and they pulled off their clothes. His erection was unmistakable, and he commented, “I can’t control that around you. I want my girlfriend.”
Her heart beat harder in response, and she sighed, “I miss my vibrator.”
“You’re welcome to use me anytime,” he selflessly offered.
She rolled her eyes, “You’re not going to quietly sit in the closet until I’m feeling the urge again.”
“I want to be the one triggering the urge,” he replied darkly.
The cards were dealt, and she won. As Indigo moved in on her, he licked his finger and then [deleted]. His eyes were dilated, watching her intently as he moved his hand. Heat filled her as [deleted], and she briefly grabbed the back of his head to make him kiss her. The motion of his hand shifted [deleted]. “My dick’s jealous of my fingers,” he rumbled. Her heat intensified. [deleted]
[deleted] “Indigo,” she groaned.
“Feel me, my Umi?” he murmured against her lips. [deleted], and he was driving her crazy.
“More. Indigo, that feels so good,” she moaned. [deleted], he took her lips again. She shuddered under his hands, thrilled he was doing this to her.
When she was done jerking and grimacing, Umi opened her eyes to stare into his. Sighing in satisfaction, she asked, “Want to play again?”
He smiled. For some reason, she lost, and when she [deleted], he murmured, “I love your playing games with me.”
[deleted], she commented, “You said you wanted me to value your time.”
[deleted]. But this was perfect. [deleted]. “Careful how you play with me, though,” he tried warning her. Then [deleted].
Umi smiled, satisfied, and actually licked her finger as she washed her hands in the sink. Having followed her over, Indigo grasped her into his arms trapping her against the sink in response. “Feel like playing another game tomorrow?” she sweetly inquired.
He murmured into her neck as he kissed her there, “I’d insist on tonight, but since you’re still recovering, lets see what we can do tomorrow.”
“And we’ll have all day. Looks like it’s supposed to rain.”
“I think we can count on it.” The way he said his double entendre, his voice filled with dark promise and his arms wrapped around her securing her to him, made her shiver with desire.
Umi fell asleep so rapidly that Indigo knew he couldn’t tire her out just yet. When she suggested playing games to get intimate, he just about tripped over himself. He’d been trying so hard to let her recover before pushing for more, and he was thrilled that she’d made the first move. That she wanted him as much as he wanted her was the best feeling in the world, and he couldn’t wait until the next day to let her know that. It wasn’t until the soft rush of wind outside rustling through the trees was followed by the sheets of water against the roof that he finally fell asleep.
After breakfast, Umi looked at the rain falling outside the windows on their garden project. “Looks like it’s going to be a while before we can go back out.”
“I seem to recall your original purpose for coming over here was to work on eigenvectors,” Indigo commented slipping a textbook and writing paper next to her hand on the table.
She looked up at him with a smile, “I wanted to eventually get to complicated two-body motion.”
Indigo mmmmmm’d. Her suggestive urging was pushing him off-balance. His erection sprang into action when she spoke. “I’m going to pick a random object, and you’ll find the most unstable rotation.” Which seemed to be a natural talent of hers.
“If I win?”
“Cunnilingus.” She shivered watching him swallow excitedly.
“If I lose?”
“Sex. You get on top of me and make me orgasm.” He put a condom on the table next to the book.
She blew out her breath. “No fellatio huh?”
His erection twitched at the thought but, “Next round, maybe. For this one…you’re MY girlfriend now. And call me territorial, but I’m out to destroy your memories of any other men touching you but me.”
Umi’s breath caught when he made his declaration. She’d always cared deeply for Indigo, but he’d triggered her sense of self-preservation. Something about him threatened to make her fall so deeply in love with him that if anything went wrong, she’d worry about her sanity. He really could wipe out her memory of other men as she lost herself in him. “Okay, but what…what are you expecting from me when we aren’t playing?” she had to ask.
“I expect you to sleep in my bed, be my companion, and to tell me what you want from me physically.” He picked up her hand, and softly kissed one of her knuckles.
“Exactly what we’re doing?”
“What about when we can leave again?”
“Nervous?” She should be. It was an inevitable event that was stirring something dark deep inside him, something he wasn’t ready to face. “Let’s see how we feel then.” Making her crazy about him in several weeks would be a challenge, but he was up for trying.
“What if I’m more attached to you than you are to me?” she worried softly, looking him in the eye.
Keeping her eyes fixed on him, he unleashed his consuming desire for her fractionally so she could see it. Raw hunger. “Sometimes you have to just jump and discover where you land.”
Thinking back over how he had behaved since the insanity of the pandemic started, she realized that he had always been her partner, caring, adoring, and funny. Now he was looking at her like she was a feast, an echo of her own interest in enjoying his body. Her question was one of whether the activity would be love-making or fucking. His answer was clear: love-making. Softening her lips, she softly smiled, leaned towards him nose-to-nose and murmured, “Game on.” Then she kissed him, licking his bottom lip before nibbling on it. He opened his mouth, seized the back of her head, and deepened the kiss and its intensity.
When they paused, he said, “A uniform sphere.”
“Seriously?” she smiled. That one didn’t have an unstable rotation axis. The sample calculation was right in front of her in the book. She filled in the steps they skipped and put her pen down at the same time he pulled her chair away from the table. Helping her stand up, turning her around, he guided her to lay back on the table and pulled his boxers off of her.
“I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to me that you are always wearing my clothes,” he commented with a nip and a lick on her inner thigh.
Her thigh muscle spasmed in response, and she swallowed as she sunk deeper into her thickening arousal. “Your scent is in everything, and I’m perversely enjoying rolling in it,” she laughed.
Then he shouldered himself between her thighs, settled on her vacated chair and smiled at her over her mons, “You’re good enough to eat.”
Her breath caught at the sight of the hunger in his eyes. Then [deleted], and she gasped dropping her head back on the table. Indigo was merciless. He [deleted]. Umi threw out her arms and grasped the sides of the table. When she moaned his name, he [deleted]. Her back literally came off the table as she keened.
Pulling his face away, petting her with his fingers, he kissed the inside of her thigh as she panted. “Ready for your next challenge?” he rumbled, his voice dark with promise. She was about to be claimed.
“Give me a minute,” she sighed, her heart rate racing. Indigo never did things halfheartedly. Having his focus and drive targeting her sexual pleasure was an intimidating prospect. One likely to render her into a jibbering, sexually subsumed bundle of nerves.
“Be right back,” he chuckled, getting up to wash his face in the sink. He returned just as she managed to crawl off the table. When she reached to pick up the boxers she’d been wearing, he rumbled, “Don’t bother. Just sit…And get ready to be mine.”
Umi narrowed her eyes at his challenge. He was certain she couldn’t do the next one, and damn the man, he was probably right.
“Squat ovloid,” he announced with a smile.
She looked at her sphere solution realizing that she had to keep all three axes. “Uh, oh,” she murmured. “How about the x and y axes stay equal?”
“Sure, go for it. That’s more difficult in my opinion, but give it a shot,” he grinned.
Naturally, she didn’t get there. Feeling her naked vulva pressed against the chair every time she shifted around didn’t help. Nor did Indigo’s deciding to undress by the time she was halfway through the calculations either. Indigo helpfully circled where she’d gone wrong when she’d given up; two elements in her matrix array had been switched. “Gah!” she groused.
“You almost got away,” he commented as he seized her wrist, tugging on her to get up. Urging her to straddle his lap, he pushed his shirt off of her and pulled her in for another intense kiss.
“Mental whiplash,” she muttered when he paused and dropped his mouth to her chest, leaning her back slightly to lick her breast.
“Sums up every moment I’ve had with you,” he murmured into her skin as he shifted to her other breast. Liquid heat was pooling low in her womb. Each lick, tug, and teasing caress of her nipples was shooting straight to nether regions.
“I need you inside me,” she moaned as the arousing sensation became frustration.
His grin was full of masculine magnetism as he reached for the condom and put it on. “On you get, my woman,” he ordered with a grin.
She shook her head, smiling, as she lined herself up [deleted]. Her gaze caught his as [deleted]. She widened her eyes at [deleted], whereas his eyes were half-lidded, twinkling, the look of a man savoring a tasty morsel. As he [deleted], she assumed a similar expression. The sensation was exquisitely delicious. Indigo’s eyes opened wider; he wanted to feast. [deleted], he grasped her chin and took her lips. Then he [deleted]
“Indigo,” she moaned.
“Mmmmm,” he replied, too blissfully happy for words. She was tensing in his arms, and he was holding her tighter for [deleted].
“I’m losing it.” She was [deleted].
He licked her neck as he [deleted], “Mine.” It came out as a low growl.
[deleted] His mouth left her neck, and he [deleted], his arms tightened on her more if possible. He groaned, and [deleted]
When he relaxed, he didn’t open his arms. Keeping one wrapped around her waist, he shifted the other up her back to the back of her head to urge her to kiss him again. He kissed her deeply. Her sexual bliss morphed and bloomed into a deep heart warmth, a sense of rightness and everything wonderful being in his arms.
“Love you,” he murmured against her lips when they paused kissing.
“Love you, too,” she replied back to him, smiling and squeezing his shoulders for emphasis.
They spent the whole day resting, eating, and making love. Exhausted, Umi asked him as they watched another romantic comedy in bed, “Which one of these is your favorite, by the way?”
“The one where the nerd gets the hot babe,” he answered without hesitation and kissing the top of her head.
She petted his chest, chuckling, “Figures. Those guys generally are pretty sneaky and persistent, I noticed.”
Several weeks passed in romantic bliss for Umi and Indigo. He was fairly confident that they were together for the foreseeable future, but he was increasingly getting the feeling that she would need more convincing to move in with him. That was when her parents reached out to her with some unwelcome news. Her ex-boyfriend had contacted them trying to figure out where she was so that he could check that she was okay. Indigo really really REALLY didn’t like the idea that the bastard was out of quarantine and had visited her domicile. Stepping behind her into the camera view, he whispered in her ear asking, “Can I talk to them?”
She nodded, “Mom, hang on a minute, Indigo wants to join us.”
Lifting her hand and kissing the back of it, making her blush, he told them, “Grant’s got problems with boundaries. He’ll be trying to get information about Umi other ways. Expect a fake police call, possibly even with a female voice.”
Umi swallowed remembering one of their last fights before she’d broken up with him and nodded. “Just pass on any messages, okay? Don’t let anyone know where I’m at even if it sounds like an emergency.”
Umi’s father and mother agreed. Indigo returned her father’s unspoken look as they signed off for the night. The man wanted to know he was settled on his daughter. He was.
After dinner, Indigo suggested a game of truth-or-dare. Umi giggled, “Sounds like fun. Okay. Truth or Dare, honey?”
“When did you first decide you liked me?”
“The first time I talked to you on the comm.”
“Wow,” she breathed, her body warming under the look he was giving her.
“Truth or Dare.”
Indigo’s eyes fairly sparked, “Climb onto me right here, now, without a condom.”
Umi’s eyes widened. Then she blew out her breath as he stood up and took off his clothes. And yep, he was ready for her. The escalation completely caught her by surprise, but then she remembered the conversation earlier. Fucking Grant. Asshole. Pulling off her clothes, she climbed over him and they [deleted]. If there was one think he’d driven into her awareness since they’d become lovers, it was that he was going to make the sex good. It wasn’t long before she [deleted]. This was so risky. “You know I’ve no protection since we’ve been in quarantine, right?”
Perfect. “I’ll pull out when I orgasm…”
She let out her breath and [deleted].
“…Unless you tell me not to.”
Okay, then. “Tr- Truth or Dare?” she breathed.
Let’s do this. “What is your darkest fantasy?”
He [deleted]. He rumbled, “Making you pregnant.” Keeping you forever.
Umi’s heart was beating rapidly. I asked. Indigo promised to get her off of him when he got close. She was in control, but she recognized his pattern: he states what he wants, then he works to get it. She was about to be hunted. If she was honest with herself, she’d constantly been engaged in being chased by him. “How about if we just get married?”
“That, too.” He [deleted]. “Truth or Dare, sweets.”
“Truth.” She [deleted]
“What is your darkest fantasy?” [deleted]
Oh, she was having all her buttons getting pushed tonight. You asked him first and he answered. “Um…”
“…It’s um…” Oh, this is going to be special.
“If you don’t answer, I get to choose what happens next as the winner…” he warned, “…and pulling out is on the table.”
“When you exercise a level of control over me,” she actually cringed. “I get warm inside. It, um, it could get pushed further.”
Indigo’s eyes glinted, and he [deleted]
“Truth or Dare!” she gasped.
He [deleted]. “Dare.”
She had to come up with a dare. And he [deleted]. “Dare you to put on a condom.”
He stopped. “Oh, let’s play, Umi.” [deleted]. Once he had the condom on, he didn’t let her climb back on to him, prompting, “Truth or Dare.”
Frustrated, burning up without him, she hesitated. “Fine. Dare.” She knew she could stop playing, but that part of her that she hadn’t wanted to admit to pressed to keep going, letting him push her over the edge.
He took the condom off. “Up you go.” Umi shivered realizing where all their games in the near future were headed. He was possessive. And she? She’d become obsessed. [deleted]. “Feels a lot more intense, doesn’t it?” he rumbled.
She nodded, [deleted]. She was breathing heavily. It was consuming; she [deleted], she remembered, “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” [deleted]. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. He really was a perfect fit for her.
She lost track several times as he [deleted], then remembered she had to ask a question. “Why didn’t you ask me out?”
“Game theory.” He [deleted]. “I wasn’t willing to risk our friendship unless certain the answer would be yes.”
“Truth or Dare.”
She knew where this was going. If she said Truth, he would keep her on edge…for as long as it took. He was nothing if not determined. Obviously the only choice to end the game was Dare. And she had a pretty good idea what the dare would be.
“Truth or Dare, sweets,” he prompted. His voice was rich with masculine satisfaction. He knew he had her cornered. He knew it turned her on. He knew she knew all of those things. Take me.
Opening her mouth, she licked up his neck making him suck in his breath. “Dare,” she whispered into his ear.
“Gotcha,” he whispered back. “Dare you to let me orgasm right now, the way we are.” [deleted]
[deleted]. Then [deleted]. She [deleted]
Panting. [deleted]. Umi kissed Indigo, and he returned it with fervor. “I love you,” she murmured.
“Marry me,” he ordered, [deleted].
“Are you planning any more games?” she asked smiling.
He grumbled, “As many as it takes…and then some.”
“Fine. You’ve got me.” As if she would let him go.
“I love you, Umi,” he replied.
Leaning her elbow on his shoulder, she ran her index finger over his eyebrow. “You know, there’s no reason to think you got me pregnant with this. I’m not going to make it easy.”
Indigo grinned and patted her hip, loosening his arms. “How about a strategy game and then a coordination game tomorrow?”
“I’m sure it’ll be exciting,” Umi rolled her eyes and dropped a brief kiss on his nose.
During the next call to his family when he announced their engagement, his dad turned to his mom and joked, “Call the Police…She’s as crazy as he is.”
Notes image linked to wikimedia commons source. Wiggling eyebrows animated by Bettie Zyx from wikimedia commons image: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Basic,_wide_anime_eyes.svg