Page 20 of Gaming with the Gargoyle in Hallow's Cove
Overthepastweekor so, we have had a lot of sex, and I mean a lot. Obviously, we are trying to get me pregnant, but what’s more, I just can’t seem to get enough of Gabe. Sex with him is like nothing I’ve ever experienced—really all of it is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Right before he comes, it’s almost like a part of him enters my soul, like we’re closer than anyone has ever been. Fucking my best friend has got to be the best decision I’ve ever made.
Or the worst.
Because, everything is amazing. My friendship with Gabe has always been great, but now all of the little things that he used to do for me feel romantic, and our joking feels like flirting. I fall asleep in his arms every night after he blows my back out, and wake up to find the coffee pot programmed, breakfast prepped, and a goofy little note.
“You’ll need the energy for baby making.”
“Sexy breeders need protein for growing babies.”
“I’ve only got eyes for you.” With a silly little doodle of a monster with a million eyes.
“Check your email.” When I open my email, he’s gone online to this website where you can build tabletop minis, and he’s ordered me one that looks like me, except she’s pregnant. He’s added the comment “I gave your mini a sexy update.”
So, maybe this really is the worst idea I’ve ever had. Because even though he’s my best friend in the world and I can talk to him about anything, I can’t seem to bring up the nerve to talk to him about this. I’m just… scared, because if I am good enough to breed, but not good enough to actually be with? It will break me. Even admitting that that is what I want feels so precarious.
No, I’m so messed up and confused, and to make matters worse, it’s Midnight Mayhem.
Midnight Mayhem is a night that sits on the cusp of summer where everybody dresses up in costumes and the kids get to stay up until midnight. The event is like a carnival on Main Street, but everything is themed around poking fun at misconceptions that humans often have about monsters, or in some cases, reenacting older ways of life that monsters have given up in a safe way. It’s a little bit carnival, a little bit Halloween, a little bit historical reenactment. There’s always a lot of fun to be had,, and after the kids go to bed at midnight, is when the mayhem really breaks loose.
At midnight, all of the monsters really get in touch with those parts of themselves that they often have to suppress. There is hunting, primal play, and lots of folks sneak off to have sex in the wild. In past years, I’ve always either gone alone or with Gabe. Preston was never really here during Midnight Mayhem, and I preferred it that way.
Gabe always made sure that I was safe, especially after the mischief broke out. We would usually stick around for a little while and then head home and play a two person game. Sometimes, we would play a four person game and each play two people. There is this one game that really focuses on being in a haunted house and then at one point one player betrays everybody else, and that one always seemed really fitting.
We often wear matching costumes, because it’s a pretty common thing for people to wear matching costumes, but this year—like everything else—that feels different.
Gabe asked if he could pick our costumes this year, and when I woke up today, mine was laid out across my bed. At first, I thought it’s just a nun costume, but once I put it on, I realized that it was specifically asexynun costume.
We usually wear matching costumes, but in the past, it’s been things like peanut butter and jelly. I have never been anything like a sexy nun. My face heats as I look at myself in the mirror, because I have to admit, I look hot as hell. Frankly, my boobs are… everywhere, because there’s no reason for this shirt to be this low cut. There’s a huge slit up one leg with buckles at the top no nun would ever be caught wearing. All in all, though, I look… luscious. Gabe knew exactly what he was doing when he bought this costume and I’m not mad about it.
When I go downstairs, I see that Jonas, who opens the shop for me, is already dressed up. We have a small staff, just two others to open, and then Gabe and I close every night. Jonas has got this really cool superhero costume that is totally nerdy and amazing.
“Morning!” I say, trying to look surreptitiously at Gabe. He’s crouched in his usual spot by the door and wearing… not much at all. A small loincloth, temporarily grey, hangs between his stone legs. I guess my costume isn’t the only one that is super sexy this year. I am full of nervous energy all day, because while people are used to us being together at the Festival, and I’ve been having sex with him for a while, it still feels like a date.
One of the reasons that Midnight Mayhem is one of my favorite holidays is because the weird hours make it so that there is quite a bit of time that businesses are expected to be closed. We open late the day of Midnight Mayhem in anticipation of being up all night, and then we’re closed the next day. Because Midnight Mayhem always happens on a Saturday, it’s an especially big deal for me and Gabe, because we almost never get to have a Sunday off.
We always do something at the shop for Midnight Mayhem, of course, but we also make sure that it is something that can largely run itself. This year it is a haunted vending machine. So you put some tokens in and then you get some sort of mystery prize. Most of these mystery prizes are fun little pranks that kids can pull on each other or their family, but there are a few in there that are actually really valuable cards for trading card games, or vouchers for the shop. Gabe and I and our staff will check in periodically in case there are any problems, but generally speaking it should handle itself. We’ve also added a fun little photo booth that we rented for this year, that I think people will love. It’s a really fancy one, like the ones that they have overseas where you can draw on your pictures and personalize them, and I imagine the kids and the teens are gonna go crazy for it.
The celebration really starts when the sun goes down, which luckily for us is also when Gabe wakes up. He stands and stretches, cracking his neck as he gives me a show of just how sexy he is in that loin cloth. It’s a miracle I’m not drooling, because he is so fucking hot. He’s big and solid, with bulging arm muscles, and a chest like a barrel. As you can imagine, his back is totally ripped, and I can’t help but to think about digging my fingers into those gorgeous traps tonight. Even the air feels charged tonight, like a single spark could set it ablaze. I blush as Gabe’s eyes roam over me, a slow smile creeping across his face. He comes up behind me where I stand at the register, pressing into my back as he reaches around me to get to his glasses.
“You look good enough to eat,” he rumbles in my ear. I shiver as his breath brushes over my neck.
“Yeah, on a scale from one to ten, I’d say I’m a nat twenty.”
“Absolutely,” he says, stepping back now that his glasses are on to fully take me in. He runs one claw along the extremely low neckline and where my tits are threatening to spill out of the top. “I did a damn good job.”
“I think so,” I say, spinning, so he can see the full outfit and winking at him. “You might be a little cold though.”
“With the way you get my blood pumping? Knowing what I’m gonna do to you after midnight? No way. Hell, if there’s a dunk tank, I might need a dip to cool off.” He says.
Jonas looks over at us and raises a brow before turning away and staring intensely at his work.
“Are you ready to go?” Gabe holds his arm out.
“Absolutely. What’s the plan for tonight? Are you railroading me? Or is tonight more of an exploration adventure?” Gabe widens his eyes and I blush, realizing that it sounded kind of dirty.
“As much as I want to rail… road you, I figured we could do some exploration. Feel free to use your ‘x’ card if you need it, but otherwise, I figure we can do a bit of improv.”
My pulse speeds, and I wonder how I’m going to get through the night if this is how he’s going to talk. With a laugh, he pulls me out onto the street, and the sounds and smells of Midnight Mayhem wash over me, plunging me into years of memories where I was exactly where I am now. Everything is the same, and everything is different.