Industrial Magic
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The scene cleared. Another hotel room. Three months ago. We were crossing the country at a snails pace, with nowhere to go, nothing to do but enjoy the trip. The day before, Maria had wired Lucas the insurance money from his stolen motorcycle, and tonight hed insisted on using part of it to get us a room with a Jacuzzi tub, a fire-place, and an adjoining suite for Savannah.
We were in bed, where wed been since arriving late that afternoon. Room-service plates littered the floor and, from somewhere in the mess, Lucas had pulled out a bottle of champagne, which was now frothing onto the sheetsand me. As I laughed, he shook the last bits of foam onto me, then grabbed glasses, filled them, and handed me one.
To one month, he said.
A month? I sat up. Oh, right. One month since we beat the Nast Cabal and saved Savannah, an act which we may live to regret. Technically, though, youre a few days early.
Lucas hesitated, face clouding for a split second before he nodded. I suppose I am.
The memory fast-forwarded a few hours. I was nestled in bed, champagne still singing in my head. Lucass warmth pressed against my back. He stirred, mumbled something, and slid his hand between my legs. I shifted and rubbed against his fingers. A drowsy laugh, then his finger slipped inside me, a slow, soft probe. I moaned, my flesh tender from the long night but the slight ache only accentuating another deeper ache. He pulled his finger out and tickled a fingertip across the top of my clitoris. I moaned again and shifted my legs apart. He started a slow, teasing exploration that made me clutch the pillow.
Lucas, I whispered.
Another laugh, but this one clear, no signs of sleepiness. I forced myself to shift from sleep to waking, and still felt a warm hand stroking me from behind.
Lucas?
A low laugh. I should hope so.
I started to flip over, felt his hand disengage, and reached down to grab it.
Dont stop, I said.
I wont. He leaned over my shoulder, and slid his finger back inside me. Better?
God, yes. I arched my back against him. Howhowd you get here?
Magic.
Mmmm.
A good surprise?
The best.
He laughed softly. Go back to sleep, then. I have everything under control.
Mmmm.
As for falling back to sleep, naturally I did no such thing. Afterward, I propped myself up on Lucass chest and grinned.
These surprise visits are getting better all the time.
He returned a crooked smile. I take it my unexpected arrival isnt completely objectionable, even if I did disturb your sleep?
Disturb away. It is asurprise, though. What happened with your case?
It ended this afternoon. Once the prosecution confirmed that its new witness resided in a cemetery, they decided to move straight to closing arguments.
A definite advantage to working in a human court. They never subpoena dead witnesses.
This is true. So, Im here to help, if you want me.
Hell, yes, I said, grinning. In every possible way. So youre staying?
If thats all right with
Its great. I cant even remember the last time we spent more than a weekend together.
It has been a while, Lucas said softly, then cleared his throat. My schedule lately has been busier than I anticipated, and I realize this isnt an ideal arrangement for a relationship
Its fine, I said.
Its not what you expected.
I didnt expect anything. I flipped off him and sat up. No expectations, remember? Take it one day at a time. Thats what we agreed.
Yes, I know thats what you said, but
Its what I meant. No expectations, no pressure. You stay for as long as you like.
Lucas pulled himself up. Thats not what He paused. We need to talk, Paige.
Sure.
I felt Lucas watching me in the darkness, but he said nothing.
What do you want to talk about? I asked after a few moments.
About He held my gaze for a moment, then looked away. About the case. What happened tonight?
Oh, God. I thumped onto the pillow. You have some strange friends, Cortez.
A quarter-smile. I wouldnt classify Jaime as a friend but, yes, thats one way of putting it. So tell me what happened.
I did.
A Theory
AT SEVEN, STILL TALKING, WE MOVED THE CONVERSATION from the bed to the restaurant downstairs. Dining that early meant we got the best seats, a table in the corner of the atrium.
By nine, the tiny restaurant was full, with a line at the door. We were on our third cup of coffee, breakfast long since done, which earned us plenty of glares from those waiting at the hostess station, but not so much as an impatient glance from our server, probably owing to the size of the tip Lucas had tacked onto the bill.
Nasha? Lucas said when I told him the name Danas attacker had invoked. It doesnt sound familiar.
I passed it on through Adam to Robert, to get his opinion. Id called him yesterday to askuh, about some council stuff.
We were in bed, where wed been since arriving late that afternoon. Room-service plates littered the floor and, from somewhere in the mess, Lucas had pulled out a bottle of champagne, which was now frothing onto the sheetsand me. As I laughed, he shook the last bits of foam onto me, then grabbed glasses, filled them, and handed me one.
To one month, he said.
A month? I sat up. Oh, right. One month since we beat the Nast Cabal and saved Savannah, an act which we may live to regret. Technically, though, youre a few days early.
Lucas hesitated, face clouding for a split second before he nodded. I suppose I am.
The memory fast-forwarded a few hours. I was nestled in bed, champagne still singing in my head. Lucass warmth pressed against my back. He stirred, mumbled something, and slid his hand between my legs. I shifted and rubbed against his fingers. A drowsy laugh, then his finger slipped inside me, a slow, soft probe. I moaned, my flesh tender from the long night but the slight ache only accentuating another deeper ache. He pulled his finger out and tickled a fingertip across the top of my clitoris. I moaned again and shifted my legs apart. He started a slow, teasing exploration that made me clutch the pillow.
Lucas, I whispered.
Another laugh, but this one clear, no signs of sleepiness. I forced myself to shift from sleep to waking, and still felt a warm hand stroking me from behind.
Lucas?
A low laugh. I should hope so.
I started to flip over, felt his hand disengage, and reached down to grab it.
Dont stop, I said.
I wont. He leaned over my shoulder, and slid his finger back inside me. Better?
God, yes. I arched my back against him. Howhowd you get here?
Magic.
Mmmm.
A good surprise?
The best.
He laughed softly. Go back to sleep, then. I have everything under control.
Mmmm.
As for falling back to sleep, naturally I did no such thing. Afterward, I propped myself up on Lucass chest and grinned.
These surprise visits are getting better all the time.
He returned a crooked smile. I take it my unexpected arrival isnt completely objectionable, even if I did disturb your sleep?
Disturb away. It is asurprise, though. What happened with your case?
It ended this afternoon. Once the prosecution confirmed that its new witness resided in a cemetery, they decided to move straight to closing arguments.
A definite advantage to working in a human court. They never subpoena dead witnesses.
This is true. So, Im here to help, if you want me.
Hell, yes, I said, grinning. In every possible way. So youre staying?
If thats all right with
Its great. I cant even remember the last time we spent more than a weekend together.
It has been a while, Lucas said softly, then cleared his throat. My schedule lately has been busier than I anticipated, and I realize this isnt an ideal arrangement for a relationship
Its fine, I said.
Its not what you expected.
I didnt expect anything. I flipped off him and sat up. No expectations, remember? Take it one day at a time. Thats what we agreed.
Yes, I know thats what you said, but
Its what I meant. No expectations, no pressure. You stay for as long as you like.
Lucas pulled himself up. Thats not what He paused. We need to talk, Paige.
Sure.
I felt Lucas watching me in the darkness, but he said nothing.
What do you want to talk about? I asked after a few moments.
About He held my gaze for a moment, then looked away. About the case. What happened tonight?
Oh, God. I thumped onto the pillow. You have some strange friends, Cortez.
A quarter-smile. I wouldnt classify Jaime as a friend but, yes, thats one way of putting it. So tell me what happened.
I did.
A Theory
AT SEVEN, STILL TALKING, WE MOVED THE CONVERSATION from the bed to the restaurant downstairs. Dining that early meant we got the best seats, a table in the corner of the atrium.
By nine, the tiny restaurant was full, with a line at the door. We were on our third cup of coffee, breakfast long since done, which earned us plenty of glares from those waiting at the hostess station, but not so much as an impatient glance from our server, probably owing to the size of the tip Lucas had tacked onto the bill.
Nasha? Lucas said when I told him the name Danas attacker had invoked. It doesnt sound familiar.
I passed it on through Adam to Robert, to get his opinion. Id called him yesterday to askuh, about some council stuff.
