Fiction: Everyone Knows (538 words)

10 Jun

Candace watched as Vince looked the door again, and fell face first along the foot of his bed bonelessly, too tired to even worry about getting into bed the right way round.  “Are you mad?” she asked.

Vince turned his head so he could look at her with a half-open eye.  “That I’m awake before the sun has fully risen?  Yes. I’m livid.”  His voice was muffled by the pillow, but Candace could still make it out.

She bit back the instinct to tell him that the sun had probably been up for at least an hour already, but pressed the original topic.

“No. Are you mad that Piper knows what happened last night?”

Vince turned properly now, propping himself up on one elbow to look at Candace.  “Why would I be mad about that?”

“I thought you said you didn’t want her to know.  Last night. As we were falling asleep,” Candace offered, more timidly than she would have liked.

That spurred Vince into action.  “Oh, no. No. That’s not what I meant,” he muttered as he crawled up next to her and kissed her squarely on the mouth. “Me and my stupid words.  This is why I draw the pictures and let other people worry about the words. I meant that Piper is still getting over her break up with Gordon—and it would probably not be the time to flaunt the fact that we just had mind-blowing sex.  It’s not that I didn’t want her to know about us, it’s that I didn’t want her to know about us. Which I realize even as I’m saying it, it doesn’t make any sense—but please tell me you get what I am trying to say.”

“I—I think so,” Candace ventured, settling into Vince’s side naturally now that he was sitting next to her again.

“Excellent.  Can you explain it to me—because now I’ve given myself a headache with worry that I’ve messed it up again.” He kissed her again, this time on the temple.

“I think you’re saying,” Candace laughed a little in spite of herself, “It’s not that you wanted to keep us a secret, or that you didn’t want her to know—but that you didn’t want to tell her because our being, well, whatever we are being would make her feel bad about not being anything with Gordon anymore.”

“That’s it,” Vince smiled and leaned down to place a kiss on Candace’s jaw.

“I think you’re rubbing off on me already. There should have been a far more succinct way to put that,” Candace teased, tilting her head to give Vince a better angle of the kisses now trailing down the side of neck.

“Well, I will gladly spend the rest of my life making you partially incoherent.” Vince murmured against her skin before sitting up quickly and looking her in the eye.  “Too much, too soon?” he asked carefully.

Candace gave a little shrug.  “Maybe a little. But I think I’ll let it slide this time.”

“See, this is why I shouldn’t talk,” Vince scolded himself slightly, but then returned to where his kissing trail had left off, and Candace though that today she might be willing to forgive him every single slip of the tongue.

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