Dragonfly Vs Monarch

“Kat,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Now my pants are wet.”

She threw back her head, laughing. “Did you bring a change?”

He shook his head.

“See that door?” she asked.

“No.”

“Open your eyes.”

“Oh, you mean the door with the flashing neon sign saying, ‘bedroom, bedroom, bedroom?’”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Rigger carried her into the room, then sat on the bed, watching her unzip her jeans.

Katrina didn’t take off her jeans. Instead, she unbuttoned her blouse, keeping her eyes on him. When she reached the last button, she said, “You want to meet Thelma and Louise?”

Rigger’s eyes widened when he saw her pink see-through bra. He nodded without taking his eyes from her.

She slipped off the blouse and tossed it aside, then reached to unhook her bra.

“I never…” He stopped, swallowed, and blinked. He tried his voice again. “I never knew a woman who named her breasts.”

“Those aren’t Thelma and Louise, silly. These are.” Her bra fell to the floor as she crossed her arms over her breasts and slipped two tiny pistols from leather holsters taped to her lower back.

“Wow!”

She twirled the nickel-plated automatics on her trigger fingers while keeping her eyes on him. “Captain Billingsley didn’t know about these babies.” She flipped her right pistol in the air and caught it behind her back. “Where’s Thelma?”

Rigger glanced at her left hand, which she held out to him, palm up. “She’s gone.”

“Where’s Louise?”

Now her right hand was empty. She placed her hands together high over her head and wiggled her body.

Rigger couldn’t keep from smiling. He watched her hips sway and beautiful breasts jiggle.

She danced before him, then slowly turned her body until she faced away from him. She bent forward.

“Thelma and Louise!” he cried when he saw the two guns sticking halfway out of her hip pockets.

“You can touch them if you want.”

He reached for the swaying pistols, but she spun around, grabbing his hands.

He stood to face her.

“We better get out of these wet clothes,” she said.

“Here, let me help.”

* * * * *

Late the next morning, Rigger and Katrina stood in the hallway outside his apartment. He took her in his arms and kissed her. She leaned back, slipping her hands around his waist.

“You hungry?” he whispered near her ear.

“Uh-huh.” She glanced up at him. “Do you smell donuts?”

He sniffed the air. “No, do you?”

He reached into his pocket for his keys, but Katrina tried the door—it opened.

They stepped inside to find Pug and Autumn sitting close together on the couch. A box of Krispy Kreme donuts was on the coffee table.

“Rig!” Pug jumped to his feet. “We were worried about you.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“Where have you guys been?” Autumn asked.

“Um…” Katrina said, “around.” She glanced at Rigger and grinned.

“Ah,” Autumn said with a smile, “is that the ‘around’ I think it is?”

“Never mind,” Rigger said. “I hope you two have enjoyed my apartment.”

He took a cream-filled donut and handed it to Katrina, then took another for himself. The two of them then sat together on the loveseat.

“Actually,” Autumn said, “we have been having a little fun.” She glanced at Pug.

“Is that the same ‘fun’ I think it is?” Katrina reached for a napkin to wipe her lips.

“Ha,” Pug laughed, “even better.”

Autumn elbowed Pug in the ribs as she spoke to Rigger. “Rig, do you Twitter?”

Rigger chewed and swallowed. “I Twitter and tweet.”

“Good.” Autumn picked up her phone from the table. “Check this out.” She touched a button on her new Galaxy phone, then keyed in a number with her thumbs.

Rigger wiped his hands on a napkin and took his phone from a hip pocket. He glanced at the display. “Should we be Twittering now?”