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Silas had decided that he wasn't just never eating Chinese food again, he was never eating again, full stop. He'd had food poisoning in the past, who hadn't? But this was evil. Evil with a capital E. He kept waiting for his intestines to fall out of some orifice just because they were no longer connected to his body. They didn't feel connected. He had now been sat in the bathroom for over half an hour, trying to decide if he really was empty for good until he finally flushed the toilet, washed his hands and drenched his face in water. Admittedly, he did feel better than he had the day before, but there was that hyper awareness that it could all come back and attack him full force again. He was feeling more than a little fragile and sorry for himself. He limped slowly back to the bedroom, his hand clutched around his gut which was strained and sore from so much throwing up. Sleeping, throwing up, and explosive diarrhoea had been all-encompassing of the last few days. He knew he wasn't the only one, and that just seemed to make the whole ordeal worse. But at least he was alive. Alive was a really good start. He liked being alive, he had gotten fond of it over the years. And if he was going to die at a young age, he wanted it to be in the middle of sex, not in the middle of barfing up his liver.
He arrived in the bedroom stiffly and slowly with a small pained grunt, finding Tyra awake in the bed. He held his free hand up to her in a small wave, managing a bit of a smile. "Was just thinking about ordering in a round of pepperoni pizzas. Up for it?" he joked and managed to turn an interesting shade of green just at the mention of food and waved his hand dismissively. "Forget I said that. Did I mention that my ass hurts?"
"Mighta said a thing, or two. And consider it forgotten. I ain't eatin' anythin' any time soon. M'still lucky I can keep down water. My whole body talks, and my ass definitely hurts. Just wish it was for a better reason than food poisonin'. We're all still alive though which is a start. Kinda wanna slap Tim for not bein' as affected as us." She moved a little, trying not to make a face as she reached out for Silas to pull him into the safety of their bed. "Ya gonna be okay, darlin'?"
Silas whimpered slightly in pain as he sat down on the edge of the bed, wincing as he tried to get a semi-comfortable spot for his butt. He scrunched his face up a little and then felt the relief rush over him of being off his feet again. It felt like he was never going to have any energy at all ever again. He nodded. "Yeah, I'm a tough dude, remember? Not gonna let some little... okay, not so little... wave of food poisoning take me down. Tim's out there watching TV, everyone else must still be in bed. But still, if your wedding is gonna be ruined, may as well take everyone else around you down with you, right? Soften the blow a little."
Tyra rubbed her hand against Silas' back and watched him as teeth worried against her lip. "Ain't sure it's really softened it, but I know what ya tryin' to say. Jason's pissed off. More than pissed off, and I think Mac's heart's kinda broken. I don't really know what to do. Well, actually, I do kinda have an idea and I ain't sure if I'm just crazy, or if it's the sickness talkin', or if I've suddenly become a romantic."
Silas was still rubbing his stomach as he looked at her, forehead creasing. "You know, it's never, ever a good idea to make decisions in the wake of the world's worst case of the runs. Ever. I once had one of those stomach bugs, and after it, I decided shaving a swear word in my head was awesome. I was a dickhead, obviously." He scrunched his nose up a little. "You aren't gonna shave a swear word in your head, are you?"
Tyra gave him a look as she frowned. "Do I look like a dickhead?" She pulled her mouth to the side as she smiled a little. "No offence. I just really ain't gonna go and shave a swear word in my head. I also know it probably ain't gonna be a good idea to be makin' plans, but I kinda can't help it. I wanna make it right for Jason and Mac. They deserve t'get their special day, ya know? So I was tryin' to work out how we could pull off a surprise weddin' for 'em. Get everythin' organised and then all they need to do is rock up. If they ain't plannin' it, or stressin' about it, then maybe it'll actually work and they'll get hitched."
"Hey, I was fourteen and thought I was hot stuff. That's not a good mix for rebellion." Silas paused and his eyebrows shot up. "You wanna plan their wedding for them, a surprise wedding? In a house this size, you want to try and plan a wedding for them without them knowing? That's... don't brides go all bridezilla when someone else tries to piss on their territory? Do you know what she wants... or what she wanted with this one that fucked up? You were around her when she was working on it all, right?" He took a small sip of water from the glass beside the bed. "You're braver than me."
"Ya are hot stuff, just more when ya hair's in tact. Rebellion when we're teens just comes in strange forms. Ain't gonna judge, promise. Maybe just tease ya for it." Tyra held his gaze as she nodded a little. "Yeah, I do. Ain't a hundred percent sure I will get it right, but I figure I can pull the basics off. Anythin' that ain't like my sister's weddin' will be a win. Really not sure how I'm gonna get away with it in this house, but... don't ya think it's worth it? We all still got our dresses, and we can get in touch with at least some of the guests. Or just the parents and keep it all intimate like. I don't think Mac can go bridezilla, but if she does... I'll take her on." Tyra sucked in a breath as she pushed back her hair. "Am I really crazy?"
Silas wet his lips and then nodded. "Yep, I do. But I think it's real sweet, love. The only thing is, I think maybe all of their guests would be wanting to see them get hitched. Especially Jason. I don't know if intimate will work for them. I mean, how would you feel if, say, Matt decided to plan a small surprise wedding for Jason and Mac, and then didn't invite you? You'd be pretty damn pissed, wouldn't you? I think if you're gonna do it, you need to keep the guest list as it stands, which means more work. But if you think you can pull it off, why not? Plus, Sam would know shit, right? Isn't that what a Maid of Honour does? Knows everything so the bride doesn't fuck it up?"
Tyra nodded slowly. "Yeah, she would. I think I'll have to find somewhere t'fit 'em all. Guests, I mean. Like try and track down a hall, or a bar, or somethin'. Were we ever really gonna fit a hundred guests here? I'd definitely be pissed, but I'm still tryin' to work my plan out. It was just the start of somethin'. I can do parties in fields, and my sister's bridal shower, and stuff... I can do this. Hell, I got into college. A surprise weddin' has gotta be easier."
"Why not just book the place again that they already had? The guests will find places to stay themselves. Do you know their parents much? Because you might need to hit them up for, uh, financial support, so to speak. They're going to have lost a load from everything already. I don't think practically they'll be able to afford a whole other wedding on their own. This is just one of those fucked up things. I mean, we can all pool together, but even then, their families might get offended if we don't ask them for help. Hey, when did they get engaged? The first time, I mean. I know they had a kid on the way and all at the time, but maybe the anniversary of the day they originally got engaged would be a nice wedding date? Unless that's already passed? Do you think they'll try for another kid?" Silas asked, his mind typically switching between subjects with ease, even if people didn't always keep up with him. Tyra always seemed to be able to follow, and that's all that mattered.
"If money's going to be an issue, maybe we need to do it as cheaply as possible? All that really matters is we have a priest, and the guests, the rings, and Jason and Mac. Or we try and do some kinda fundraisin' thing. I could try and do it on campus, and pass it off as somethin' relevant. But that might be kinda dodgy, and Jason might not appreciate it given what happened with Tim. Or we go back to Dillon and do it there. Everyone in town would know Jason, and Mac, so they'd get it. Could even do a charity game with Coach's team, and the new, stupid, Panthers." She had her fingers on her lips now as she lost herself a little in thought. "I ain't too sure of the date, I'd have to ask Sam. She'd know for sure. I am pretty sure it ain't passed yet. I think they just wanna get married right now. Jason wasn't meant t'have any kids in the first place. It was a miracle. Can't exactly try for a miracle. They either happen, or they don't."
Silas scratched his head, trying to be helpful but realising how wedding clueless he really was. He was just going to show up and eat all the food, and the cake, and dance. This was a whole different story. "Doesn't Mac have issues with Dillon?" he asked, trying to remember all that had gone down before he was even part of the picture. "Or wouldn't Jason feel weird people trying to get charity for his wedding? He's pretty proud. I think he would rather elope than have people trying to hand out like that. Or maybe that's just me... I dunno. Maybe you just need to rally around their family and friends, keep it to that. It's not charity if it's family and friends, and they can write it off as wedding gifts. Or get Sam and figure out just how much of the old wedding can be saved. Maybe you can go to the wedding venue and hit them up, get a refund or get them to just transfer everything to a new day? They might be sympathetic. If anyone can talk them into it, it's you."
Tyra's eyes had narrowed as everything tried to slot into place. She realised just how grateful she was to have something else to have her mind on other than stomach cramps, and a fear that a fart might become something more. No bodily functions were sacred between her and Silas anymore. She'd helped him pee, seen him vomit, and now they'd both been through food poisoning. She was still waiting to find out if he'd even find her sexy once it all blew over. "I didn't mean they had t'get married in Dillon, but yeah... she does. Alright, Dillon's definitely out. I could just talk to the friends and family. Wonder if I can snake the guest list outta Mac's weddin' folder. I'll crash the venue once I feel better. I might be able to talk my way into a lot of things, but ain't feelin' so up to it now."
Silas' stomach was making strange noises again and he shifted to lean back a little, trying to find a more comfortable position. He was extremely put out that food would rebel on him like this. His beloved food had become a horrible enemy. "I think she's got all her stuff in their bedroom. Maybe you gotta sneak in there and pinch it while they're asleep so they don't get suspicious?" he suggested with a small shrug and then puffed his cheeks out with a breath. "Maybe while you're in there, you could pinch her handcuffs?" he added with a smirk.
Tyra nudged him with her foot as she laughed. "How can you possibly be considerin' anythin' with handcuffs right now when we can barely move without shittin' ourselves? How can ya ever want to have sex with me again now that ya know what comes out of every hole in my body?"
"Well, if I'm gonna feel like this for the rest of my life, I'm taking myself out with a fork to the eyeball. The cuffs are just a little bit of forward planning," Silas explained, gesturing with his hand for emphasis and then he shot her a look with a snort of amusement. "You know what comes out of every hole of my body, too. I kept a little bit of the mystery. I crapped myself yesterday afternoon when I got overly confident, and I hid it from you immaculately. Now it's all about forward planning. Like, being in the bathroom before I let my butt cheeks unclench. You really think I woulda lost interest because you got sick?"
Her eyebrows went up. "Ya crapped yourself? Really? Wow, ya really did hide it immaculately. I'm impressed, darlin'. Ya got some serious skills in dealin' with stomach bugs." She wet her lips and then shrugged her shoulder as she looked at him a little sheepishly. "Maybe? Ain't like I've ever had anyone around me while I've been sufferin' like this."
"It wasn't like a dirty great explosion or anything. Do you know how hard it is to be discreet in this place? There was a few hours there where I was wondering if I would ever have control over my body again. I'm never eating that crap again. But alright, there was maybe a period there where I didn't want you to see me at my worst either," Silas admitted to her, pressing his lips together. "Stuck on the toilet with my head in a bucket and I was pretty much just wishing the floor would swallow me up. I came back to bed and told you I was fine because it was... yeah... not pretty. But that doesn't mean it was gonna make me never want to fuck you again because of any of this. This right here is where the whole 'shit happens' metaphor comes from, I swear."
Tyra reached out to brush her fingers over his arm, and slid them down before she took his hand. "Plus we apparently got a hurlin' test, and I think we passed. Neither of us ran. We're still here, even if we ain't too proud of how we been. Even if it ain't been pretty. I wouldn't change it. Jason was askin' me about some... stuff, and I just... I wouldn't change anythin' with ya. You've given me more than all the guys I've been with combined. I ain't loved anyone as completely as I love ya, Silas."
"Neither of us could run," Silas pointed out with a laugh, holding his stomach when it protested. He felt like he had done about a million sit ups and then poked himself in the gut with a bunch of pointy sharp things. "When you're with someone, sometimes one of your or both of you are just gonna get sick. That's the way it rolls. I just don't think any of us expected every single one of us to get it all at the same time. Seriously wouldn't fucking wish that on a tribal enemy, let alone friends. You want to help out, only you're more than aware that they aren't gonna appreciate it if you're puking all over them in the process. Sure you're not just feeling all emotional because you've been sick?" he teased.
Tyra stuck her tongue out before abruptly sitting up as her stomach suddenly lurched and she wasn't sure if she was going to throw up or not. Apparently it only took talking about it now for her stomach to decide that it wanted to re-enact every vomiting incident from the past forty-eight hours. "I... um, maybe. I don't know. Maybe I just really am a sucker for weddings. Ain't like I ever cared much about romance before."
Silas pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "I just need to lie down, but I'm not going anywhere," he promised and carefully shifted back so he could lie across the bed on his back. He was rubbing small circles in the most uncomfortable part of his stomach. It had been a few hours since he last threw up, and for that he was eternally grateful. "Have you ever been a sucker for weddings in the past? But to be honest, Mac and Jason make it look kinda nice, don't you think?" he mused. "Even when they're dying of the spew bug, they still make it look like it might be nice."
"Yeah, they really do. And no, I ain't. Mindy and Billy was the first weddin' I had anythin' to do with for a long time. Made me kinda wish I had somethin' like that, ya know? Even my crazy sister could find someone that actually loved her so much they wanted t'marry her. Kid aside. I don't think Billy did it just 'cause she was knocked up. Jason ain't marryin' Mac 'cause she's knocked up. He really loves her more than anythin', and it's somethin' real special t'watch." Tyra stayed sitting, and drew her knees up to her chin as she tried to keep her insides in tact. She let out a slow breath. "I want it."
Silas looked up at her with a pause in his rubbing. "A wedding?" he asked, not following right up what she meant. "Is that why you wanna plan Jason and Mac's? Because you want one of your own? Wait, you're not knocked up, are you? That's not the part you're referring to, right?"
Tyra gave a shake of her head as she snorted. "No, I ain't fuckin' pregnant! A chick can wanna get married without it meanin' she's knocked up. I just... I want that kinda forever thing, and knowin' that this is the person ya gonna spend the rest of ya life with and just havin' so much trust in that person that it don't matter what kinda shit happens, ya just always gonna be there for each other."
Silas frowned and tucked his arm back around his middle. "I was just asking..." he mumbled. He cleared his throat and reached for his pillow to shove it under his head, resting his cheek against the edge of it. He maybe needed to cut his honest questions a little when she always seemed on the defense with that sort of thing. He pressed his lips together and then pulled them aside, not saying anything else straight away. "I don't think all that just switches on overnight."
Tyra sighed as she fell back against the bed, her head resting near his as she looked at his face. She reached out to rest her hand on his arm, and rubbed her thumb back and forth across his skin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean t'snap. This whole not sure if I'm gonna be sick, or not thing is gettin' to me. I shoulda warned ya I ain't always a perfect patient. I can do the nursin' thing, just can't be a patient." She had never minded his questions, but she knew she did always have a tendency to get on the defensive. Just some habits were hard to break. "I know... I guess I just wanna try."
"It's getting to me, too. I don't exactly have the same stamina like this that I normally do. I don't really wanna be snapped at right now," Silas told her quietly. "You didn't really elaborate on 'it' when you said you wanted it, so I was just trying to clarify. And I thought we already were trying? I'm not gonna lie. It's nice seeing Jason and Mac with the wedding stuff, but they've been together awhile, and had the hots for each other for longer. I just get nervous about the whole pace thing. Getting hitched is a big thing, a big choice, and can be utterly fucked if it's the wrong one."
Tyra moved closer and pressed a kiss to Silas' forehead. "Forgive me, darlin'? I really am sorry. I know it ain't fun for either of us. And I know ya got it worse than me. Maybe ya got mornin' sickness?" she asked, her lips forming a small smile. "Ya can clarify any time with me, ya know that. Just ignore me if I'm gettin' my bitch on. We are tryin'! We're tryin' really well. Ain't we? I know we're different to them, but that don't mean we won't find it eventually. Whatever the 'it' actually is. I already feel closer to ya than anyone, and I definitely can't get enough of ya. The gettin' hitched is just... it does take time, and I ain't tryin' to rush anythin'. I think I'm just finally acknowledgin' some stuff I always wanted, but was too scared to admit to."
Silas draped his arm around her and let his head rest tiredly against hers. Sleep had been a matter of trying to catch some in between all the sickness and it wasn't easy when your stomach was cramping and your head aching from being dehydrated. "It was probably inevitable to start thinking about that sort of stuff when it's right in the forefront with your friends getting married. You said yourself you always looked up to Jason, so you've maybe just subconsciously told yourself that if he can pull it off, maybe it's not as bad afterall. Then you wonder about the what-ifs, and because we're hooked up, you wonder about the what-ifs with me, and for sure, I've thought about them. I'd be mental not to have. But the reality is a bit scary. I'm gonna blame my Mom on my issues. She screwed the notion of romance and marriage up so much, it's like wading through shit to find my own values again. I don't think I would have seen a lot of it so clearly if I hadn't seen in the flesh with Jason and Mac that it really is possible to do it, despite the shit."
"We've both had shit... But I get it. And like I said, I ain't askin' ya to marry or anythin'. I know it might not be... I know we're just... I ain't tryin' to make it out like there's all this pressure for us to last. It'd be nice if we did, but we just gotta keep rollin' with it as it comes." Tyra closed her eyes briefly, and opened them again to look at Silas. They were both exhausted, and it was hard to think straight like this, but she was glad they could at least talk about what was happened. She didn't feel so vulnerable with Silas when she opened her soul up. She didn't even feel cut down when he was clearly trying to explain marriage was a long way off. If at all. "I'm still happy with the way things are. I told ya, I really don't wanna change a thing."
"I didn't mean to imply you hadn't had shit," Silas said with a small sigh and then put a hand up to rub his eyes. "You're just wanting in my head with this and I'm trying to help you get there. I don't feel pressured. I mostly just feel indifferent to being wed myself right now, which is just telling me that I'm maybe not quite at any particular place with it. Plus, I think I'd maybe like to be in a better place in my life before I locked anything permanent in. At least, I think so, but that's probably just some screwed reasoning for trying to be a decent guy like my Dad tried to raise me to be. I would have been grounded for-fucking-ever if I even laid a finger on pot if Dad had been around. Ironic," he added with a snort.
Tyra trailed her fingers over Silas' cheek, and then let her hand rest on his chest. "I think we both just need t'try and get more sleep. Neither of us are the greatest when we get woken up, or over-tired. I don't think I'm ready. I just think I want it... Eventually. I still gotta get through college alive, and findin' a job, and everythin'. Ya know I don't mind the pot thing, right? I know it ain't what ya daddy woulda wanted, or what should be the done thing, but I get it. And I still think you're a really special guy, Silas. One of the best."
Silas scrunched his face up. "I take it all back about Jason's chair. I don't want one. This would so fucking suck if you couldn't use your legs. I hate feeling like a piece of shit, and it's fucking cold, and this place feels like a fucking igloo!" he got out all in a rush of breath. Clearly he had been saving the whine up for a couple of hours, give or take. "And I hate the tiles in the bathroom. Who would choose rabbits on tiles? I think they're rabbits. If you look at the tiles in the corner where they're cut in half to fit, they look like two rabbits fucking." He turned onto his side and curled in a ball up against her. "I'm not saying I won't want it, and might maybe just wake up one day with a clearer head on it all. In fact, I think it sounds pretty cool. I just don't want us to end up regretting anything. I figured we'd both know in our guts when it felt right, if it felt right for us at some point. I just know you've had guy issues, really crap ones too. That can't be easy. I'm still a guy, but I just want you to know that I wouldn't ever hurt you intentionally... and hopefully never accidentally, either."
Tyra rolled onto her side as well, and slid her arm over Silas to keep him close as she tried to bring the covers up over them with her feet. It wasn't easy, and she gave up halfway because she'd rather be cuddled up against him than forced to move for any reason. She couldn't help but smirk a little at his whining and kissed his lips softly. "I know, darlin'. I know it all sucks, and those tiles really are stupid. But the corner really looks like two rabbits fuckin'? Huh... I'm gonna have t'check that out." She gave a little nod. "Ya right. I think we would both know, and I don't want us regrettin' anythin' either. I don't think ya could ever hurt me, Silas. Ya been hurt just about the exact same ways I have, so ya know how it feels. I feel safe with ya."
"I had a lot of time on my hands in there to analyse the surroundings." Silas made a half-hearted attempt to get the covers up. It wasn't really successful the way they were twisted all over the place, but at least they were in the right vicinity. He felt like he just wanted to go to sleep while it all passed so he could wake up feeling better again. "It's pretty full on to be thinking about this sort of thing with someone. Never really got there with any other chick before. Most of the chicks I was with were just plain wrong for me any way. I never thought I'd be with any of them forever. But with you, I sort of feel like there might be a shot at it. Will be fun trying."
"Definitely fun," Tyra murmured as she moved just a little to nuzzle in against the crook of Silas' neck, and her eyes slipped closed again. She really had fallen for him hard somewhere along the way. "Do you realise nearly all our significant moments have happened in that bathroom? Maybe that says somethin'..."
Silas cracked his eyes open a little to look at her. "That's not true. How do you explain your dorm room and that time in the back of the van? I refuse to admit that all our moments have been in front of fucking rabbits," he said stubbornly.
"Or significant, non-sex related moments," Tyra clarified as she cracked one of her own eyes open, and smirked at him. "I'm all for spreading our sex moments around in as many locations as possible."
"We didn't have this moment in the bathroom, thank god. I've sat in there too long already today. I have ridges in my ass cheeks." Silas wet his dry lips, looking at her curiously. "But what do you think it would be saying? That we have a bathroom fetish?"
Tyra let her hand slip down to rub over his ass softly. "Mm, definitely grateful this one didn't occur in the bathroom. Makes you appreciate a working digestive system. I think maybe it's just sayin' that we can take anythin' and everythin'. There's no secrets in the bathroom. Everythin' gets laid bare."
Silas gave a small nod. "You're probably right. I know something was getting bare there earlier, at the very least," he added with a tired smirk. "Bit sad, though, considering how fucking awful the decor is in there. I think it's official. If the bathroom is gonna be the Atlantis of the house, we so need to redecorate. There are enough pairs of hands in this place now to get it done on the cheap."
"It'll help keep Tim's hands busy at any rate." Tyra wet her lips as she opened her eyes completely to watch Silas' face carefully. "Jason's invited him to crash in that room out the back."
Silas groaned a little and pressed his fingers into his eyes. "If I accidentally spike his booze with laxatives or my hand slips and smacks him in the face, it's not my fault," he said, getting in there early just in case. "The guy is infuriating. I don't even know him and I wanna just push him onto the floor and smack him with a pillow or something."
Tyra couldn't help but laugh as she kissed Sylas again. "Welcome to my world, darlin'. I've been feelin' the same about Tim for years. Even when I was fuckin' him."
"Why'd you all keep him around with all the shit he's caused?" Silas asked, genuinely confused about the fact. He had watched Jason absolutely seething that day in Dillon while they waited for the bail to be processed. Watched the ex-quarterback give Tim a mouthful about bail and cash and being a dickwad (only Jason put it much more colourfully and poignantly than Silas could ever have dreamt of). All he could wonder was why the hell any of them still gave the guy the benefit of the doubt.
"Because he's Tim," Tyra said quietly as if it just explained it all. "His heart's always in the right place, he's just not the greatest with his time. He's... I don't know. He's just Tim. Him and Jason have known each other since they were little kids. Their friendship's survived a lot. Maybe it's rocky now, but they'll fix it. As for me, I just... He's the first guy I ever felt a little special with. I did love him even if he drove me crazy. I ain't in love with him now, but now he's my family. I gotta try and keep him in line. He's had a lot of shit t'deal with. He just needs to be given a chance like the rest of us."
Silas scratched at his head and then settled back in against the pillow. "Sounds like he's had an awful lot of chances. What if he didn't get bail? He wouldn't have been here for Jason's wedding like he promised. That's just..." He scrunched his nose up. "Not that I can talk. I'm not judging on the criminal shit or I would be the biggest hypocrite of the century. It's how much he seems fine with risking that astounds me. Jason was furious."
Tyra let out a sigh. "I ain't gonna pretend t'understand Tim's way of thinkin', but I just figure he's tryin' to protect Billy and his new nephew. He's bein' a fuckwit by takin' the wrap, but that's Tim for ya. Guess he forgot about the weddin'. Jason' ain't gonna ever let him forget again. Maybe ya just need t'wait and see how it plays out this time before ya go and accidentally land ya fist in his face."
Silas shook his head. "He's not taking the wrap. Billy... that's his brother, right? Doesn't know anything about it. Tim was in it all on his own. My body has a mind of it's own right now, I can't account for it's actions if a dick knob gets in the way. I'm not gonna intentionally cause problems, but I just think having him here is going to be as awkward as all fuck. I figured Jason would want him to stay, though. Even if just to make sure he gets his money back."
"I don't believe that," Tyra muttered as she frowned. She had known the Riggins brothers a long time and it really was hard for her to imagine Billy having nothing to do with what Tim was up to. She let it go though, and nuzzled back in against Silas she slipped a leg between his, and kissed his throat. "Of course it'll be awkward. There's probably gonna be some Tim-Sam-Saracen shit to contend with too, but I'm gonna kick him up at the ass if he does anythin' to fuck with what we got goin' on here."
"That's it, I'm staying in bed for a month. You can dig me out when the explosion is all over," Silas said with a small moan, pulling the covers over his head.
Tyra disappeared under the covers with him. "Not without me, ya not. If there's gonna be a month long hidin' in bed, then there's gonna be a lot of sex. Assumin' we ever feel well enough for it again. It'll be okay, darlin'. I hope..."