Untitled Desires ~ for Bec
Part Four – Bad Words
They sat on the floor of the living room around a glass and wood coffee table to eat dinner instead of sitting at the large dining room table that they’d passed on the way to the living room. It had been Nick’s idea, and Kevin hadn’t protested so Becca went right along with it.
“You know,” Nick said with a grin. “Just because we’re eating doesn’t mean you’re getting out of answering the question from earlier.
Becca took a long drink of water to balance out the wine that was flowing freely through her body and she looked at Nick, “What was the question again?” She knew the question, she just wanted to give herself more time to think.
Nick smirked and looked at Kevin, “Like she forgot the question…”
“Behave…” Kevin said with a smile. “We asked you to tell us something about yourself. What do you do with yourself when you’re not working wonders with our careers at work?”
Aside from writing smut about you two? Oh, not much… “Um… well…” she fumbled over her words and took another drink of wine instead of water. Screw the water, I need to be sufficiently relaxed if I’m going to make it through this without looking like a complete idiot. “I write…”
Nick raised an eyebrow at her. She chuckled at how perfectly he made the face. “You write? Yeah, but you write at work. What do you do for fun?”
“I write…” she repeated with a smile. “Fiction.”
“Ohh…” Nick said and looked at Kevin. “Fiction.”
Kevin smiled at Nick and then looked at Becca, “What kind of fiction?”
Smut. Plain old fashioned fucking with a side of slash. “Just your normal stuff…”
“Ever been published? The fiction, I mean. Obviously the stuff you do on the job is published.”
She nodded and thought about all of the times she’d slacked off and wrote fiction while she was at work. If only the boss man knew just how many visuals I’ve written at work. “I had a few short stories published in college. No one ever read them, it was an online sort of thing. But it paid me money, so it was nice.”
“What were they about?”
She laughed without thinking and then immediately regretted it because she’d clearly peaked their interest. “You wouldn’t want to know…”
“Bullshit…” Nick said with a laugh and topped off her wine glass. “Tell us…”
She rolled her eyes and felt a blush creep over her face. “It was erotica, okay?”
Kevin’s eyebrow took a similar trip to Nick’s previous arch and he smiled again, “Oh yeah?” Becca nodded but didn’t speak. She couldn’t speak with them looking at her like that. Smiles, shock, traces of lust…
“Do you still write erotica?” Nick finally asked breaking the silence.
“Sometimes…” she said with a nod and took another drink of wine.
“It must be good if it was published…” Kevin said softly.
She shrugged, “I guess it was okay.”
“I’ve seen your writing, and I bet it’s much more than okay…” Nick added. “Trust me, I’ve read some shitty stuff that claimed to be erotica. I can’t imagine you writing anything bad.”
He reads erotica? Wow. Add another point for Mr. Carter. “Thank you, but still… my professional writing and my fiction are in two different worlds, literally.”
Kevin got up to clear the dishes that had been sitting before them empty for quite some time. “Don’t get up, I’ve got dessert…” he told Nick and Becca as they offered to help him clear the table.
Once Kevin disappeared into the kitchen Nick looked at Becca with a somewhat devious smirk on his face. “I have to ask…”
“I’m already frightened…” she laughed.
He stuck his tongue out at her then laughed before going on. “So this erotica you write. Is it the classy kind you’d find in a novel, or the smutty stuff? You know, the stuff that uses all of the bad words that are so good?”
Becca nearly choked on the sip of wine she’d taken while Nick was asking his question. Memo to self: no drinking while Nick is talking. “Uh…” she said and laughed as she blushed again. “It’s more on the smutty side.”
Nick laughed a low laugh and leaned his cheek in his hand using the table to rest his elbow on. “But do you use the word cock?”
Becca laughed and plopped her head down on the table in her arms, “Yes…”
“Pussy?”
“Yes…” her voice was muffled behind her arms but Nick heard her just fine and grinned like a maniac at how cute she was when she blushed and got all embarrassed.
“Fuck?”
“Yuh huh…”
“C-u-m, or c-o-m-e?”
Becca cracked up and lifted her head looking directly into Nick’s blue eyes, “C-u-m if I’m writing smut, c-o-m-e if it’s more romantic and not as smutty.”
Kevin returned carrying two bowls, one full of strawberries, one brimming with whipped cream. Becca looked at it as he sat down and shook her head, “You’re something else…”
Kevin smiled, “Why is that?”
Oh my god, I said it out loud. For crying out loud Bec, stop drinking the wine! “Uh… just that, well… most men I know can barely open up a can of spaghetti o’s let alone make a dinner like you just did and then follow it up with fresh strawberries and whipped cream.” She’d covered pretty well, at least she thought so. “You even cut all of the greens off…”
Kevin shrugged, “I thought I’d go all out since it was my night to cook.” He exchanged a look with Nick that she didn’t miss and then he picked up a strawberry and offered it to her. “Tradition in my house… no one feeds themselves strawberries.”
She looked at Nick quickly and he nodded, “True…”
She looked back at the smile on Kevin’s face, the look in his eyes, and the small strawberry that couldn’t possibly be eaten without her lips and maybe her tongue touching his long fingers.
Oh shit.