I don’t know why, but after I wrote a recent story about Joe and Emily I thought about the “Post-Coital Techno Boogie” sound byte on the Mallrats soundtrack. I guess because the last scene of the story is post-coital. Here’s a little of it:

“How’s your ass?” she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

“Feels fine.”

“Good.” A pause. “Did it hurt? Before?”

“A little?” He sounded as if he didn’t quite know how to answer. “It was a good hurt, though. Especially when you went deep.”

Emily smiled, unbidden. “It was great. Can we do it again?”

“Maybe not right this second?”

They both laughed. “No. Not right this second.” She paused. “Do you feel… I don’t know… powerful? When you fuck me from behind?”

“I don’t know what I feel,” he admitted. “I just love being intimate with you, and giving you pleasure. I don’t think about those things.”

“Hmm.” She tightened her grip around him and he sighed happily. She knew Joe loved how strong her arms were, how hard she could hold onto him. “I felt powerful.”

“As long as it made you happy.”

“Oh, it did.” Another laugh bubbled up out of her. “You fucking me was pretty amazing too.”

“It always is when you’re involved.”

Emily blushed, unable to stop the color from filling her cheeks. It still made her feel shy when he complimented her like that.

They held each other for a while longer, until they heard Dusty’s collar jingling outside the bedroom door. “I guess we should let him in,” she said.

“I guess.” He sounded desultory, but she knew he was teasing her. “You have to let me go for that, though.”

“I know.” She didn’t want to let go, though.

So she didn’t.

Twenty-nine more stories to go before I finish writing Holiday Heat. The deadline is coming pretty soon, but I’m sure I’ll make it.