Page 65 of Character Flaws
Chapter Twenty-Four
Theo
Did you just quote Shakespeare?
At least the day ended with a decent walk-through rehearsal, with everyone still using scripts in hand and rehearsing off-stage, but the flow of the show is finally coming together.
Next week is the dreaded tech-week. The crew has been designing the set on stage and this will be the week where we’ll put everything together by doing non-stop full runs.
My plans for the weekend involved spending lots of alone time with Joey and doing something fun to take both of our minds off of the play.
She’s sitting at the kitchen counter, enjoying the pancakes I just made her and the hot coffee from her favorite coffee barista – me.
“Hey, you want to go to the Shakespeare in the Park show this weekend?”
Joey glances up mid-bite, her cheeks as full as a chipmunk, eyes wide.
“Whasstha?” she asks through a particularly big bite.
I laugh. “I’ve got a friend who’s one of the ensemble cast members. Every summer, a small group puts on the stage production of one of Shakespeare’s plays, but they do it in the park, with really nothing but a stage and a few props. This year, they are doingThe Taming of the Shrew. Thought you’d appreciate it.”
I hold back my laughter as she scrunches her face in disdain, swallowing the food before she starts to rail on me.
“So, you thought I’d like it because I’m a what – a shrew? I’ll just take my food to go, thank you very much.”
She picks up her plate and playfully stomps off to the door but I grab her by the waist and spin her around.
Her smile is as wide as Lake Michigan. And as beautiful as the sunset across the water.
Pulling her in, my hand slides down to her ass, which is only covered with a pair of panties, her t-shirt hanging just over the curve, which I’ve doted on with my fingers, lips and tongue the last few nights.
I give it a good squeeze and she moans, one arm slinging around my neck, the other holding the plate off to the side. I remove it from her hand and place it on the counter.
My mouth waters to taste her. I lean down and place a hard, smoldering kiss on her lips. Just as I thought…sweet as syrup.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I say between breaths. “What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.”
Joey pulls away and looks at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“Who the hell is Kate and what the hell did you just spout?” she asks, smacking me on the bicep.
I pull at her wrists, tugging her back into me, walking us backwards toward the bedroom, where I have some very important work to do.
“It’s Petruchio’s line to Katherine. You’ve never heard it? When she compares him to a wasp.”
She shrugs and looks back over her shoulder with a look of forlorn at her remaining pancakes.
She whines, giving me a pouty lip. “But I’m hungry…my pancakes…they’ll get cold.”
I snicker, nipping at her bottom lip, sucking it until she sighs. My butt lands on the bed and I pull her down to straddle me.
“I’m hungry, too,” I say, waggling eyebrows salaciously as I thrust up into her. “And I promise to make you moreafterI make you come.”
And then I flip her over onto her back as the gasp tears out of her mouth.
The hem of her shirt has risen so the soft, creamy flesh of her belly is exposed. I slip my hand underneath, cupping a breast in my hand and flicking at her hardened nipple with my nail. Her sighs turn into moans and I know I’ve got her where I want her.
As I place kisses up to her breast, I circle her nipple and lave my tongue over it, lashing it back and forth. Her hips squirm underneath me, and I open her wide with my thigh so I can nestle between her legs.
