Compile:Quest

Chapter 33: Fifty Tokens of Stuff

Ray's Burrow, Wildebeest Digger Colony,

African Continent

Ray caressed Selena's spine, lingering in the two dimples above her hips. His fingers skimmed over her shoulder. She murmured at his touch and woke, twisting around to smile at him, her face still soft from sleep. He leaned over her to kiss her neck. Her murmur became a soft moan. She writhed, her legs slipping between his, tangling with the thin blanket they lay under.

Their bedroom was cramped, just wide enough to fit the sagging double bed, the crooked dresser and a single chair where Selena brushed out her hair in the evenings. The only light in the room was switched off, illumination provided solely by the bulb in the passageway outside. Selena lay facing the dark wall, her curves shadowed by Ray's body.

"I missed you," Ray whispered. Selena moved, her body colliding with his. He chuckled, his hand sliding over her stomach to cup her breast. "Guess you missed me, too."

"More than you know," she said.

His fingers slid over her forehead, drawing her hair away from her face so he could kiss her cheek. She turned her head, offering her lips instead. He lost himself in the taste of her.

The blanket twisted between them and Ray ripped it away, allowing unrestricted access between their bodies. Selena's breathing grew ragged as his fingers traced the contour of her hip. She squirmed to avoid his touch reaching her most sensitive realm, twisting closer when he strayed too far.

Ray's teeth grazed her shoulder blade and she shuddered, her hands reaching up to grip the back of his neck. Their lips met again and, having distracted her with his kiss, Ray's fingers finally found their prize. Selena gasped. Her breath mingled with his as their mouths brushed, the frantic motion of their bodies keeping their lips from settling in a kiss.

Someone strode past the doorway, eclipsing the light from the passage. Ray jerked, startled. He swung his head around, staring into the passage, his grip tightening around Selena. She sighed, wriggling until he loosened his hold on her.

"It's just Ace, my love," Selena whispered.

He turned back to her. Her green eyes crinkled at his concern. Ray exhaled, his head dropping forward onto her shoulder.

"It's time to get up anyway," she said. "Breakfast doesn't make itself."

He groaned — his body hungered for more than the brief morsel he'd had of her. Selena clambered over him, her nakedness teasing him as she slipped into her dress. Glancing at him over her shoulder, she flicked her hair back and smiled. The room became dim and cold when she left. Ray tugged on his pants and hunted around for his shirt, slipping it over his head when he found it.

Ace wasn't in the kitchen when he arrived, but a steaming cup of coffee was. He managed to distract his wife for a few minutes with a lingering kiss before she pulled away from him.

"What's up with you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with mock concern.

"I can't kiss my wife?"

"Best you behave yourself, or you won't get any breakfast." She thwacked him with a wooden spoon. He groaned again and her eyes flared with incredulity. "Ray! You sit yourself down."

"Yes ma'am."

His eyes fixed on Selena's slim body as she moved around the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"Morning," Ace said, his voice husky.

Ray took in his son's dishevelled appearance. "You been out drinking the whole night?"