When Love’s In Fashion

His dead weight on her stomach was not much of an improvement, seeing as how she was sore and exhausted herself, but she let him have a minute to just curl up on her, holding her tight.

He finally rolled away, laying on his back and looking at the ceiling. “So,” he said, “that happened.”

She pushed herself up on one arm, looking down at him. “What the hell was that?”

He grimaced. “Are you mad at me? You’re mad at me, aren’t you? Sh*t.”

“I’m not mad,” she said. “I’m-” she looks for a word- “very annoyed.”

“Annoyed?” Sven said, frowning.

“You just can’t come in and start-” she waved her hand- “whatever you were doing without telling me beforehand. You don’t get to do that.”

“I really would have stopped,” Sven said, though she could tell he already knew that was not going to get him anywhere.

“I know you would have, and that’s why the cops aren’t here,” she said. “That was very hot and we can do it again, but you don’t get to just come in and feel me up whenever you want to. That’s something that we have to talk about first.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” Sven stopped. “Wait, did you just say it was hot?”

“Stay on message, Sven,” she said firmly.

“It won’t happen again,” he promised, and Elmira knew he was telling the truth. He winced. “Are you going to throw me out now?”

“Are you going to keep your hands where I say you can keep them?” she asked.

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” he promised.

“You better be,” she said, getting up from the bed. Standing was a little bit of an interesting experience, given how fu*ked-out she felt. After she used the bathroom and cleaned up- she was not sure her panties were ever going to be the same, and she was going to have words with Sven about that later- she came back to bed. Sven was still laying there looking nervous, and she sighed. “Stop that. You’re going to do that thing where you apologize until I start feeling guilty. Skip it.”

“Can do,” Sven said, putting his arms around her as she settled herself next to him. He wiggled his fingers, holding them well away from her. “Look, Ma, no hands.” He frowned. “Too soon?”

She shook her head, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re an idiot.”

“If I had a nickel for every time I’d heard that, my net worth would double,” he told her.

“Go to sleep, Sven,” she said, shutting her eyes, pointedly ignoring him. He sighed, putting his head on her shoulder.

“Sorry,” he said softly.

“I know,” Elmira said. “But don’t apologize. Just don’t do it again.”

“On it,” Sven told her, holding her tighter, and Elmira didn’t complain.