Baser Urges

“What do you mean all you have to do is crook your finger?”

I smile predatorily at him.

“I think you are smart enough to know what that means but if you need an explanation….”

The smile falls from my face when there is a knock on the hotel door. “Room service!” a voice calls through the door. Our eyes meet, neither of us had ordered anything. Edward holds a finger to his lips and grabs our guns from a pile on the floor. Any other time it would be amusing to see my bra dangling from his gun hand. Now, it’s just over kill. Motioning for me to come over behind him he pulls me up against his back and looks through the eyehole in the door. He hooks the chain and opens the door a crack. I hear a woman’s voice

“Hello sir, room service.”

“I’m sorry ma’am but I didn’t order any room service.”

I hate that damn Ted drawl.

“Oh, um, really? Sorry.”

I hear rustling and then her curse under her breath.

“Oh, I’m on the wrong floor, I’m really, really sorry. Um, please don’t mention this ok?” she takes off down the hall and Edward closes the door.

I realize that I’m still pressed up against him and take a couple steps back. I keep my gun at my side and force myself to look up at him.

“Edward, we really don’t have time for all this arguing with Olaf out there. I am not going to be comfortable having sex with any strangers and I don’t know if I can handle a sexual change in our relationship. I know it can just be a part of the job for you but, I’m not that far gone yet. I can’t compartmentalize my emotions like that. I...”

Shit do I really want to say this? Nope. Quirking his eyebrow at me,

“You…?”

Double shit!

“Forget it. The point is, we don’t have time for this with Olaf out there. We need a plan that works and we need it now.”

“You’re right. We do need a plan now. But, you have to promise me that we will finish this discussion later. It’s not forgotten, just postponed.”

Fuck!

“I don’t have to agree.”

“Then we sit here half naked and wait till you decide to tell me what you meant.”

Choices, choices. Tell him later or tell him while I’m half naked? No question.

“Later. Give me my bra and get that smirk off your face.”

“What smirk?” He smirks at me. “If you want it come and get it.”

What a fucking asshole. Not that I didn’t know that before but he is really pushing it tonight. If I draw my gun on him, this could be a problem. I still need a plan to get Olaf off my ass as well as other things and Edward is my best bet for that. Fine, but I don’t have to be happy about it.

“Give me my bra, and we’ll do things your way. Don’t give me my bra and we draw down right now.”

I am so beyond pissed I don’t know which one to hope for. I hate being naked and angry. It doesn’t matter how much time I spent with Lycans, I’m still not comfortable with the whole nude thing. I never feel nude, just naked. My bra catches me full in the face. Sputtering, I grab what clothes I had off the floor and head for the bathroom.

“You step one toe over this threshold and I will shoot it off.”

I slam the door and lock it while he chuckles.

“Big words from someone who’s running away.”

I hook my bra and look at my shirt. Damn. It’s ruined. I toss it in the trash can and grab a towel to wrap around my chest. Pathetic. I am so not hiding behind a towel. Fuck it. All I need is my gun, right? Right. And maybe if I think that hard enough, it might be true.

Opening the door “Edward you owe me a shirt. And what do you mean ‘running away’?”

A shirt catches me full in the face and, for the second time, I sputter. “Fuck Edward, stop throwing clothes at me.”

I pull the shirt on and sit on the floor. I’m not going anywhere near the bed, especially smelling like Edward. The smell alone is causing enough havoc on my body.

“I’ll save the clothes throwing for when I’m removing them from you again.”

“Very funny, Edward. So your plan is that we leave, I feed on you once a week and we see how it goes?”

“A little more structured but, yeah.”

“Will I at least get to tell everyone that I’m leaving? I don’t need them searching for me and getting in harms way.”

“So long as you can tell them all tonight. We’re leaving at daybreak.”

Damn. That doesn’t give me a lot of time. Well, waste my breath arguing or just do it? Yep, that’s my choice too.