Appointed Day & Time

[Jaxen Marveet]

He rolled to his back, exhausted. His body would respond if given a short break, but it’d been a long fucking day for him. What with a decent workout that morning, Almaz and vodka’ing it up, jumping into alien dimensions, sneaking out of his father’s house and driving half way across the city (actually he didn’t mind that last part given the car he took from Scion’s garage), even Jaxen's energy wasn't endless. Still, he gave Zef his all — not like he would half-ass banging anyone, let alone Zef, — but now that he finally lay still, he realized he was going to sleep like the dead any minute.

He lazily watched Zef toy with his chest, amused twinge on his lips like he might laugh any moment. He threw an arm over his head, scratching at his scalp, then just let himself stay there so she could enjoy the Jaxen view.

“You take me? You got a private jet I know nothing about? I can fly it, you know, if you do.” A proud expression raced across his face, begging her to ask about it. But he continued. He wasn’t an island kind of guy. Too much sand.

“You’re obviously not Russian. Winter sex is the best. Winter everything is the best. Ever go ice dipping? Cut a hole in the lake ice, strip to your shorts and jump in. Want to feel more alive than you can imagine, I’ll take you. Then I’ll think of a way to warm you up afterward.”