I'm getting married.

Is'haaq was bemused reading that message.

To who?

It was okay to ask, right?

You don't know him.

Oh... Cool

What was he supposed to say to his ex-wife? Was he happy for her? Was he upset? Was he jealous?

Was he jealous?

He thought about what his heart was feeling, and it didn't seem too jealous.

His apathy was a cause of concern though. He should have felt something? She was his wife after all?

He turned his head to the woman lying beside him. Her face was pulled closed and her tank-top hung low, almost enough to expose her breast to him. What if it was Juri who was getting married? Would he feel as indifferent to her as he did to Farah?

She shook herself awake, clearing her throat as if she were a chainsaw.

"What did you say?" she mumbled, widening her eyes as if to clear it from sleep.

"I didn't say anything."

"Oh..." she turned over on her back, righting her top as it sagged beneath her right nipple. "You sure?"

"Uhm hmm..."

She sat up, stretching out the kinks in her back before getting out of his bed. "Can I get something to eat?"

"If you want," Is'haaq's attention was on his phone again. Farah had sent an image of her fiancé and her, smiles wide for the camera. He supposed it was warranted. The guy was going to be getting the best sex of his life. Farah might have been a lying, cheating bitch but she sure as hell was flexible through it all.

He was almost hard just thinking about the way she would wrap her legs around his shoulders...

And fuck...

He should not have been thinking of her. It was too much of a mindfuck going down that road again. And one he didn't need just then. Especially not with Storm's growls echoing from beneath his bed. He wasn't even all that sure how the fat bastard fitted underneath there. He prayed the cat walked in after Juri was done banging his balls off. He didn't think Storm would have been too impressed to have been stuck beneath the bed while that was happening.

Is'haaq stretched over the side of his bed, picking storm up in one hand before bringing him up to sit on his lap. "When did you get here?"

Storm meowed as if in reply, nuzzling against Is'haaq's hand. "Did you hear everything? She was a bit loud, wasn't she?"

He continued to stroke Storm's thick fur, ignoring the mess on his duvet from the shedding.

"Fuck you, Is'haaq." Juri walked in with two bowls of ice-cream in her hand.

"You already did, Juri..." he grinned, reaching out for his bowl, happy to ignore her middle finger.

"I wasn't even that loud... I'm never actually loud." She climbed in beside him, spooning large globs into her mouth.

"You're a loud gasper." He shrugged.

"Am I?" she considered it. She had never really thought about the noises she made during sex. "Is it particularly weird?"

"Nah, I kinda like it. It's kinda sexy when you hold in your breath just before you orgasm." Is'haaq pulled his bowl away from Storm's mouth, clicking his tongue at the cat.

"Well that's good to know."

He looked at Juri, shocked that her bowl was empty. "Were you hungry?"

"Sex makes me hungry." She stood up, taking her bowl with her back into the kitchen.

He supposed she was right. Sex usually built up her appetite. But, over the past two nights, she had almost been ravenous whenever he had put a plate down in front of her-even if it was crap her was serving. She had devoured her bowl of two-minute noodles before he could even sit across from her and he was certain she had never eaten like that before. Now that he thought about it, he knew she was acting differently. She had smelled strange too. Her hair smelled of dish-soap when he came near her and it seemed as if she had walked to the garage when she had come into his office that evening. She was sweating when she walked in; and she was out of breath even though she tried to cover it up.

The noise of the tap from the bathroom caught Storm's attention, and he prattled happily towards it. His cat loved the bathroom for some reason. He was a weird little fucker but Is'haaq thought it made him cooler. Juri's yelp of surprise, followed by an angry growl and cluttered items pulled Is'haaq out of bed. "What happened?"

"I stepped on his tail by mistake."

Is'haaq leaned against the door, somewhat amused at the way Storm looked at Juri. His tail was twitching angrily, and his ears were flattened as he watched her pick up the little bottles from his place atop the toilet.

"I think he thinks you betrayed him."

"I think he can go fly." Juri mumbled, glaring right back at the angry beast.

Is'haaq lifted her off the floor, ignoring all the bottles as they tumbled to the floor and carried her back into his room. "You won't win against Storm," he teased, dropping her onto the bed.

"I had to try-" she giggled as Is'haaq rubbed his nose into her neck, "Don't do that!" she swatted him away.

"Do what?" he licked her shoulder, leaving behind a wet patch on her skin. "That?"

"Gross, Is'haaq!" She squealed, laughing as he did it again on the other side.

"Or did you mean this?" He asked, lifting her top and blowing a raspberry onto her stomach.

Her yelps and cries echoed throughout his room, bouncing off the walls as he carried on blowing raspberries along her skin. She was shaking mess by the time he was done, laughing till she cried at his ministrations.

"I like you like this." He said, moving up to kiss her.

"Like what?" she kissed him back... a small peck really.

"Laughing."

Her lips curled up. She ran her hand through his short hair, tickling his scalp as she did so. "I like laughing too."

"Good," he said as he rested his cheek on her shoulder, trapping her beneath him.

It was uncomfortable but something about his weight on her body comforted her. She curled her arms around his shoulders, hugging him closer.

This wasn't about sex.

This was companionship and comfort and friendship.

It was nice...

And because it was her, she didn't know what to do with it. She couldn't deal with the feelings his closeness brought to her chest, so she flipped them around, yanking her top off her as she bent down to kiss him again.