Beast Behaving Badly
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Slipping and sliding through water and suds, he followed after her. He saw that perfect ass hard-charge into the living room, and he went right for it and her. So focused on his prize, he didnt know she was crouching by that entrance until his brand-new hockey stick slammed into his shins, flipping him head over ass. He landed so hard he took his uncles prized, handmade coffee table out in the process.
In that second they both froze.
Oh, shit, he thought.
Oh, shit, Blayne whispered.
He went up on his hands and knees, and Blayne crouched by him, the hockey stick still in her hands.
Hes gonna kill me, Bo whispered.
Hes gonna kill us both!
Bo looked down at the table. Theres gotta be a way we can fix it.
How? We just threw four hundred pounds of rampaging male at it. This table is done.
She was right. He knew she was right. And all Bo could do was laugh.
Bo! Its not funny!
Yeah. It was. But he couldnt even tell her it was because he was laughing too hard. So instead he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close, the hockey stick still between them. She had to move it, though, when he pressed his head against her shoulder.
I hope this isnt nervous-breakdown laughter.
When he snorted, she laughed with him, dropping the stick and putting her arms around his shoulders.
It was the best end hed ever had to a weird day.
They sat next to each other on the couch. They hadnt bothered to get dressed yet. Instead they sat and they stared at that completely destroyed coffee table. According to Bo, the table had been handmade by some master wood guy, and Grigori had only paid a few hundred for it. Of course now it was worth several thousand. Or, ya know . . . it had been.
She could imagine how bad it would be had this happened with her dad.
Should we clean it up? she finally asked. Or let him see the devastation?
I dont know. Hell be home in a few minutes so
The phone rang, and they both looked over at it. When it rang for a third time, Blayne nudged him and Bo reached over and picked up the receiver. Hello? He looked at Blayne and nodded. Okay. Sure. No problem. See you later. Bo hung up the phone. That wind weve been ignoring, coming from outside, is the storm. Its bad and Grigori is going to crash on Dr. Luntzs couch for the night.
Blayne snorted. Yeah. Right.
What?
Yeah. On her couch. Right.
What are you talking about?
You cant be that nave.
Nave about what?
Bo, theyresleeping together. For a while, from what I can tell.
Dr. Luntz and Grigori? No.
Yes. Hes crazy about her. Cant you tell?
No. I cant. And Im not comfortable with this conversation.
I think its sweet. They argue to hide how they feel about each other.
Since I was brought here those two have been arguing.
She doesnt want anybody to know. Blayne cringed. Shes not married, is she?
Her husband passed away a few years back.
There you go. Shes not ready to deal with a real relationship. But Grigori is waiting for her. Its so sweet.
Where are you getting this from? he demanded.
Instinct. You cant tell when people are madly in love?
Apparently not.
She probably has kids, right?
Grown children. One of them is a physician at the hospital.
Doesnt matter. They still love their father, and Im sure she thinks this will hurt them. But theyre such a cute couple. I bet hes loved her for years, Blayne sighed. Thats so romantic.
You bruised my shins.
Blayne sighed again, but this time she was annoyed. Is that all youve got to say?
Yes! Because I dont want to talk about this anymore!
Fine. Well both pretend your uncle is an untouched schoolboy and Dr. Luntz is the Virgin Marci and theyre not at her house, right now . . . gettin it on. Bow-chica-bow-wow.
Okay, Bo said. Prove it.
Prove it? You want me to prove fucking?
I want you to prove that my uncle and Dr. Luntz are being inappropriate with each other.
Oh, my God! Is that what you call it?
When it involves my uncle and Dr. Luntz, yes! Now prove it!
Fine! Blayne stood up and marched into the hallway. She headed right for Grigoris room. Unlike his nephew, Grigori was neat but not obsessively so, which she was glad to see. She went right to his side table and opened the drawer. Smiling triumphantly, she held up the opened and extremely large box of condoms. Proving not only that Grigori Novikov is far from an innocent schoolboy but that safe sex is important at any age!
Aaah! Bo turned from her and marched back out of the room. I cant handle this!
Whats wrong? she asked, following after him. She gasped, stopping in her tracks. Are you in love with Dr. Luntz?
In that second they both froze.
Oh, shit, he thought.
Oh, shit, Blayne whispered.
He went up on his hands and knees, and Blayne crouched by him, the hockey stick still in her hands.
Hes gonna kill me, Bo whispered.
Hes gonna kill us both!
Bo looked down at the table. Theres gotta be a way we can fix it.
How? We just threw four hundred pounds of rampaging male at it. This table is done.
She was right. He knew she was right. And all Bo could do was laugh.
Bo! Its not funny!
Yeah. It was. But he couldnt even tell her it was because he was laughing too hard. So instead he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close, the hockey stick still between them. She had to move it, though, when he pressed his head against her shoulder.
I hope this isnt nervous-breakdown laughter.
When he snorted, she laughed with him, dropping the stick and putting her arms around his shoulders.
It was the best end hed ever had to a weird day.
They sat next to each other on the couch. They hadnt bothered to get dressed yet. Instead they sat and they stared at that completely destroyed coffee table. According to Bo, the table had been handmade by some master wood guy, and Grigori had only paid a few hundred for it. Of course now it was worth several thousand. Or, ya know . . . it had been.
She could imagine how bad it would be had this happened with her dad.
Should we clean it up? she finally asked. Or let him see the devastation?
I dont know. Hell be home in a few minutes so
The phone rang, and they both looked over at it. When it rang for a third time, Blayne nudged him and Bo reached over and picked up the receiver. Hello? He looked at Blayne and nodded. Okay. Sure. No problem. See you later. Bo hung up the phone. That wind weve been ignoring, coming from outside, is the storm. Its bad and Grigori is going to crash on Dr. Luntzs couch for the night.
Blayne snorted. Yeah. Right.
What?
Yeah. On her couch. Right.
What are you talking about?
You cant be that nave.
Nave about what?
Bo, theyresleeping together. For a while, from what I can tell.
Dr. Luntz and Grigori? No.
Yes. Hes crazy about her. Cant you tell?
No. I cant. And Im not comfortable with this conversation.
I think its sweet. They argue to hide how they feel about each other.
Since I was brought here those two have been arguing.
She doesnt want anybody to know. Blayne cringed. Shes not married, is she?
Her husband passed away a few years back.
There you go. Shes not ready to deal with a real relationship. But Grigori is waiting for her. Its so sweet.
Where are you getting this from? he demanded.
Instinct. You cant tell when people are madly in love?
Apparently not.
She probably has kids, right?
Grown children. One of them is a physician at the hospital.
Doesnt matter. They still love their father, and Im sure she thinks this will hurt them. But theyre such a cute couple. I bet hes loved her for years, Blayne sighed. Thats so romantic.
You bruised my shins.
Blayne sighed again, but this time she was annoyed. Is that all youve got to say?
Yes! Because I dont want to talk about this anymore!
Fine. Well both pretend your uncle is an untouched schoolboy and Dr. Luntz is the Virgin Marci and theyre not at her house, right now . . . gettin it on. Bow-chica-bow-wow.
Okay, Bo said. Prove it.
Prove it? You want me to prove fucking?
I want you to prove that my uncle and Dr. Luntz are being inappropriate with each other.
Oh, my God! Is that what you call it?
When it involves my uncle and Dr. Luntz, yes! Now prove it!
Fine! Blayne stood up and marched into the hallway. She headed right for Grigoris room. Unlike his nephew, Grigori was neat but not obsessively so, which she was glad to see. She went right to his side table and opened the drawer. Smiling triumphantly, she held up the opened and extremely large box of condoms. Proving not only that Grigori Novikov is far from an innocent schoolboy but that safe sex is important at any age!
Aaah! Bo turned from her and marched back out of the room. I cant handle this!
Whats wrong? she asked, following after him. She gasped, stopping in her tracks. Are you in love with Dr. Luntz?
