Reprise by C.D. Breadner Page B

next to her on sofa close enough that his hip brushed against her leg.
    He loaded up the bowl then handed her the bong and his lighter. After a split-second decision making meeting with herself she took the offering, lit up the maryjane and took a hit. Then she handed it back to him, holding her breath until it burned and only then exhaling.
    “Told you it was good,” he mumbled, lighting up for himself.
    Mal stared at the TV, unsure of what was happening on Firefly. Oh wait, no. This was just a commercial for car insurance. Yeah, she was pretty sure there were no geckos on Firefly .
    The thought made her giggle, then cover her mouth. Holy shit, that stuff was potent. “Shit,” she said out loud. “Where’d you find this stuff?”
    “V’s new dealer,” Hal said, sounding weird because he was holding his breath while he spoke.
    “Fuck. I hope there’s nothing in it.”
    Hal shook his head and breathed out a plume of pot smoke. “Nah. This guy’s been selling for years, never been caught. He keeps his supply clean, from what I’ve heard.”
    Her head was light, so incredibly light. Even her limbs felt like they were about to float away. “Fuck. Was it expensive?”
    “Little bit more than the last guy, but nothing crazy. You like it?”
    She had to smile, knowing she likely looked a little stupid. “Yeah. I do.”
    Hal grinned then set the bong down. He turned towards her, hands going to either side of her hips as he leaned in. “You stoned already?”
    “Yeah.”
    “All happy, warm and fuzzy?”
    She just nodded, caught up in his beautiful brown eyes, the shape of his mouth.
    “How about wet?”
    She shook her head. “No. It’s not that good.”
    He smiled wider then leaned in to kiss her. His lips were warm and full, cushioning hers as he increased the pressure, pressing her head back into the sofa cushions. Her hand came up, sliding around the back of his neck, reaching for the tie in his hair that held it all back. With a few rough tugs it came free, letting his hair tumbled down over her hand. She grabbed a bunch of it and pulled, breaking the kiss just as he moaned. He liked her pulling his hair.
    They just stared at each other as her head spun. On one level she could feel her hand in his hair, but most of her seemed detached from it. Talk about fucking spaced.
    “There’s something in this shit,” she mumbled, ignoring the thrill she got as he ran a warm hand up the outside of her bare thigh, tucking into the cotton shorts she was wearing.
    “I think you’re right.” He sounded totally unconcerned. His hand kneaded at her leg. “Your ass looks great in these shorts.” Now his hand slid up and to the inside of her leg and her eyes closed on a gasp. “I bet you’re not wearing underwear.”
    He’d win that bet. She’d had a nice hot bath before changing into these sleeping shorts with the matching cami. It barely kept her tits in place but it was comfortable.
    “You really shouldn’t answer the door wearing this,” he added, head tucking under her jaw to kiss her neck.
    Again, thrilling and intense, but also removed.
    “I knew it was you,” she answered, breath hitching as his teeth nipped at her collarbone.
    His hand brushed over her mound and she groaned, back arching. Okay, that she felt.
    He chuckled, moving to his knees on the floor in front of her, shoving the coffee table back to make room. Leaning over her lap Hal palmed her breasts over the cami, eyes on her face.
    Her nipples peaked. He pulled and pinched at them, making her legs twitch and writhe at his sides. Her brain was completely on vacation, hands clutching at whatever they could. One went for the arm of the sofa, the other was over her head, pulling at the piping that decorated the cushion.
    “Holy shit,” he mumbled. “Fuck, you’re so turned on.”
    She knew she was, and it was alarmingly desperate. The small voice of reason that was still shuffling around in her head was telling her it was chemical, from that