Free Misery by M. Garnet

Goodnight.”
    He looked at her back, wondering why she had lied. Just as he woke her, she had sent out a strong sexual emotion. It had continued for several seconds after she was awake. She knew what the dream was about but did not want to talk about it.
    * * * *
    When she woke up there was dim light from around the cheap curtains. She lay still as she realized she was up against a very warm body. She had her head on his shoulder with his arm under her, and she even had a leg over one of his, as he lay on his back.
    “Are you awake?” She spoke quietly, hoping he was asleep.
    “Yes.”
    Shit, just slide away. She lifted her head, not looking at him, and moved away to the side of the bed. At least they were under the top sheet. She sat up, pulled her long tee down into place and thought of something.
    “You entered my mind and put me to sleep.” She jerked around in anger.
    “I cannot influence you, I suggested what you already wanted.”
    “Look, you unfeeling bastard, stay out of my head.” She stamped into the bathroom, slamming the cheap door that popped back open. “Damn.” She slammed it again but this time she held it shut. Now she needed to cool down, to get herself under control. She started the shower as she wrapped her hair up into a knot, stripped and stepped into the warm water. She just stood there, trying to remember when she’d had her last shower. The water felt so good, even in the cheap plastic chipped shower. She just let it run in rivulets down her body to take the dirt, the memories of dust away, especially dust. She rolled the soap in her hands until she had suds. She started at the neck, worked down over her breasts, stomach and softly between her legs. She turned her back to the water and leaned into the cold tile. She relaxed as the warm water softened her bruised shoulder across her back.
    * * * *
    In the other room he sat on the side of the bed, absorbing the emotions. This was too much, it was too good, it was overload. He felt his erection grow until it became painful. She was running her hands over her breasts. It felt so good to her that she was sending out a soft flush, radiating feelings. His balls were so tight he needed a release.
    He jumped up and tried to shut out the emotions, closing his eyes. That helped, but his body still had the memory of the female in the next room. He put on clothes and went outside, cursing as he closed the outer door. He could not run because he could not leave her unprotected. He paced back and forth. Finally his phone vibrated.
    “Hey, bro, it’s Trump. What’s your local?”
    “Route 110 and State Route 41.”
    “Okay, head south on 110. I have weapons and gear. I know we are to keep the female safe. Alex is trying to find us a safe house. He has good friends, so we should be in something soon.”
    He put his phone away, still pacing. He opened up the car and cleaned it out, although it really was spotless. He halted at the passenger seat. He leaned down to the leather. It smelled of her. Fuck. Finally he decided to go in and get his case.
    She was dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Of course, she was part warrior. She would not waste time. He did not know the muscles to smile but he did let his face relax. He picked up the bags and went out, holding the door for her. She quietly followed. He approved, thinking of the teammates who had followed him into battles without words. It even made his hard erection twitch in some type of sanction.
    He needed to do something for her. He felt the pull of protection and the want to do something, anything. Food, she needed food. He stopped the car and looked both ways. He saw the road sign for the entry back onto the highway, but he also saw a couple of signs for drive thru restaurants. He turned the wheel to the first one and pulled in. He pulled up to the microphone. He looked at her.
    “I do not know what to get you?”
    She nodded, then unbuckled to lean across him. She spoke though his open