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ALONG CAME A SPIDER
A
It began with a candlelight dinner. There was gourmet food,
a few glasses of wine, intimate conversation, and a crème Brule to die for. It
followed up by the fireplace with more conversation, a few more glasses of
wine, a long embrace, and seven minute kisses. From there it was up to the
bedroom and the commencement of that sweet, familiar dance that never lost its
luster.
Allison’s fingers moved up Nathan’s back, her nails just barely raking his back
until reaching the edge of his hairline. She loved the feel of his body against
hers, not so much pressing her down but surrounding her with its presence and
warmth. His lips nuzzled her neck and cheek as they moved together in that
ageless rhythm, staying in synch even as the tempo slowly increased toward the
incredible, inevitable resolution.
Nathan chuckled as he did that thing that never failed to send shivers up her
spine. Allison’s back arched and a long, soft moan filled the air. Oh, she
loved these moments, this incredible intimacy. Lost in the pleasure, Allison’s
eyes flickered open as she felt things building up…
…and beheld the biggest damn spider she’d ever seen in her life dangling from
the ceiling on a collision path with her face. She gasped in surprise, but
Nathan took that as a signal to continue doing what he was doing (and normally
that would be just fine with her, but at the moment her attention was
definitely diverted).
“Nathan,” she said softly but urgently. “Nathan…god, Nathan…”
“Mmmmm,” he murmured, attacking that little spot
along her neck that never failed to please. Meanwhile the spider was continuing
to make its slow, lazy way south, getting closer and closer with every passing
second.
“Jesus!” she cried, struggling to get out from under him, but with a dirty
chuckle Nathan reached out and pinned her securely against the bed. “Oh no, you
naughty girl,” he muttered into her ear. “I’m keeping you right where I want
you, Ally.”
“Nathan!” she cried, motioning frantically with her head. “Nathan,
goddammit! Right there! Right
there!”
“Oh, you like that, hmmm?” He continued his thrusts. “Right there it
is!”
“Oh, shit! Dammit, Nathan, you son of a bitch…” The
damn thing had changed course and was now heading directly for the top of his
head, and there was nothing Allison could do about it. And of course he just
had to say, “Yeah, yeah, talk dirty to me, Ally!”
“Get off! Get off!”
“Oh yeah, oh yeah…you too! You too!” Oh no. Allison
recognized the signs: the increasing pace, the really weird grunting that kept
building in volume, and then Nathan’s head abruptly snapped back and the grunt
became a victory cry.
A few seconds later, he rolled off her with a satisfied grunt and Allison
sprang into action. She grabbed his copy of A Brief History of Time (the
one with his personal annotations and snarky
observations scribbled in the margins) from the nightstand, took aim at the
last known location of the spider, and launched a brutal attack. “OW! OW! OW!
ALLY, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” he bellowed, clearly
confused over this sudden change of events.
“IT’S IN YOUR HAIR, DAMMIT!” A quick examination of the back cover indicated
that the thing might not yet be dead, so she prepared to resume the
bombardment, but Nathan managed to grab her arm and put a stop to things.
Wincing, he ran his free hand through his hair and sure enough, the little
critter tumbled lifelessly to the mattress. Allison scooted back immediately,
book poised to strike if necessary.
“What…?” Nathan (oh my god) reached down and picked the carcass up. “A spider?”
he declared. “You got all worked up over a little spider?”
***
It began with a candlelight dinner.
It ended with Nathan Stark sleeping on the couch.