The Cabbie and the Cop – 34

When they got back to the ground floor, Simeon suggested Vergil get some sleep. “It’s going to take time for everything to fall together. You need to be at your peak when it does.”

“I’ll sleep when you do,” Vergil countered. “After all, Calaul won’t show up during the day.”

“True.”

“And since daylight won’t happen for a few hours…”

The expression on Vergil’s face would have warned Simeon if he’d been facing him. He wasn’t however since he was standing in front of the narrow case beside the fireplace, running his finger along the spines of the books it contained. He paused at one, starting to pull it out.

“You can read later. Right now…” Vergil put his hands on Simeon’s waist, turning him around.

Before Simeon could protest he found his lips covered by Vergil’s in a heated kiss while Vergil wrapped his arms around Simeon's neck, pressing tightly against him.

“Now is not the time,” Simeon said firmly when he managed to extricate himself from Vergil’s embrace and step away.

“I disagree. We’re here. We’re alone. We’re both awake, too damned awake in my case.” Vergil moved in again to stand just inches from Simeon. “Unless I’ve been reading the signs all wrong you’re not immune to what I have to offer. For damned straight I’m not immune to you. As some song said, ‘Who knows what tomorrow will bring’. For sure I don’t. I just want… If it ends badly I want to go out knowing what making love to you is like.”

“It won’t end badly,” Simeon replied softly.

“You don’t know that. Neither of us does. Please…” Vergil stared at him with pleading eyes.

It was a look Simeon found impossible to resist. Against his better judgment he cupped Vergil’s face in his hands, dipping his head to kiss him with all the passion he’d denied them both since the first time their lips had met.

“That,” Vergil whispered breathlessly a few moments later, “is what I needed.” He paused, a small frown on his face. “No, wait, rephrasing. That’s the start of what I need, what we both need.”

Amusement lit Simeon’s face. “I agree, however badly you put it. Come.” He held out his hand, rethought the motion, instead wrapping his arm around Vergil’s waist to walk with him to the stairs. “Too narrow,” he muttered, putting his hand at the small of Vergil’s back to let him know he should go up first as he flicked the switch to turn on the light in the room above them.

When he got to the top of the stairs Vergil had to duck slightly to keep from bumping his head until he was part way into the bedroom, which took up most of the top floor. A large, rustic looking bed faced him. “I hope the mattress isn’t filled with straw.”

“Not hardly. See.” Simeon tumbled them onto it.

“Goose down?” Vergil asked, feeling how soft it was.

“Good gods, this is modern day American. It’s got… hell if I know. Latex? Springs? And why are we discussing the innards of mattresses?”

“Good question. We could be finding out what’s under this.” Vergil scrambled to his knees, straddling Simeon before starting to unbutton his shirt.