Kissing and Telling

Tinkletoes reaches out and grasps Monitor Man's shoulder.  “They can see in the dark.”

TP disappears quickly.

“Fantastic.”   Tinkletoes whispers in Monitor Man's ear.

Monitor Man tenses in preparation for the coming altercation.  “Um...yeah.”

“They are gonna make great secret service officers.  They love you so much, we shouldn't have any trouble recruiting a few of them.  We're still running mates, aren't we?”

Monitor Man coughs briefly.   “Yeah.”

“I thought we could get together here when we need to go over stuff.”  Tinkletoes says.

Monitor Man feels a tug on his pant leg and looks down to find Dobby looking up at him and shaking his head 'No.'

“You like Writer Lady okay, don't you?”  Tinkletoes asks.

“Yeah.”  Monitor Man says.

“Good.”  Tinkletoes says patting Monitor Man on the back.  “I'll make sure to tell her that you're sleeping in her bed tonight.”

“What?”  Writer Lady asks.

“I said, 'That doesn't count.'”   Carp responds.  “I heard your thoughts!  That kiss was waaaay hotter than 'his breathe was minty and sweet'.”

“It's the truth.”  Writer Lady says.  “Besides, less is more.”  She adds weakly.

“In your case less is useless.  You need to amp up your descriptions because no one is going to read that novel honey.”

“Okay.   Fine.  You read my thoughts.  You're a writer.  How would you tell it?”

Carp looks at Writer Lady studying her expression.  “His lips were surprisingly soft even though his skin was rough against my cheek.”

Writer Lady shakes her head.  “He was clean shaven.   I think his aftershave is what smelled so good.”

The would-be assassin takes out a notebook and starts writing as he narrates.  “His lips were as soft as his freshly shaved cheek and the scent of his aftershave still lingered on his skin; it was as intoxicating as he was.  He held me close, engulfing me.  I could feel the solidness of his arm muscles flexing under his sleeves.  My suitor was having trouble curbing his wanton desires.”  Carp looks at Writer Lady who is looking at him with disapproval.

“It wasn't like that.”  She says.   “He kind of...drew me in.  He drew me in to a special place and we were the only two people there.   It was warm and I felt...safe.”

“Are you ready for the big finish?”   Carp asks.

Writer Lady nods unenthusiastically.

“I could hear him growl low in the back of his throat, he quickly and expertly pinned me against the nearest wall.  I could feel nothing except his...”

Writer Lady mouths the word, “children”.

Carp sighs briefly, “...passion.  A passion so strong that I could barely stand up.”

“I don't know where you get that.   None of that last bit happened.”  Writer Lady hesitates for a moment deciding how much to share.  “I did lose my balance...a little.”

“That is one hot man.”  Carp says.   “Who could blame you?”

“I don't think I had lunch today.   That had to have been what made me dizzy.”

“Not the hot man holding you in his arms and... ?”  Carp asks, he grabs a bed pillow and begins demonstrating.

“Do you ever think about what it would mean if a child were to read your writing?”  Writer Lady asks, changing the subject.

“It means that I just saved Mommy and Daddy one of those special talks.”

THUMP!

Carp reaches out and opens the bedroom door.  Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tinkletoes sticks his head inside.  “Hi.  I just wanted to take a minute to let you know that Monitor Man is sleeping in your bed tonight.”

Carp looks at Writer Lady and grins.

“What do you mean?”  She asks.

“Since we're in the early stages of this campaign he needs to stick around.  The guy's gotta sleep.”

“Where am I going to sleep?”  Writer Lady asks.

Tinkletoes looks at the bed.  “That's a good size bed.   I'm sure y'all won't be fightin' each other for space.  Besides when people are sleeping they don't move around a lot.  What else is a bed for?”  Tinkletoes turns his head away listening to the sounds coming from the kitchen.  “I've got to go.  I left Monitor Man alone in there talking about budgety stuff.   There's never much to say about that.” Tinkletoes closes the door leaving Carp and Writer Lady alone again.

“When the wall falls on Tinkletoes there won't be anything left.   Not even a boot."  Carp says looking at the closed door.