Tabit caught hold of him and helped him get up. Her touch brought a zap of electricity down his body. He was so hard that his balls were tight. But now he feared another situation. What if he came again if she touched him again on his erection? He sure couldn't get in the same situation twice in a row. "I can walk," he lightly protested.
"No," she admonished him. "You have a lump in the back of your head. Come, hold me."
Fafnir had been to so many battles that a mere lump was nothing, but the fact that she was holding him and caring for him, floored him. It was impossible to put distance between them but what should he do with his strained erection? He decided that he wasn't going to allow her to touch him over there.
She took him to the bed and made him sit against the headboard. "I will be right back," she said and rushed to the bathroom to get a soaked towel to put it against his head. When she returned, she noticed that he had crossed his legs and looked particularly in pain. Little did she know that he was dying for a release.
Feeling miserable that her poor little General was badly injured, she walked to him. She pushed his legs apart.
"What are you doing?" he squawked.
Tabit pursed her lips to stifle a grin that was threatening to form on her lips. She took the towel to her belly and wiped herself and him clean as he watched her with hooded eyes.
"How are you feeling?" she asked and suddenly realized that was a wrong question. Because she wanted to ask about his head. "I mean how is the swelling?" Oh no! That was a vulgar question. "I mean the lump at the back of your head." Finally she got it straight.
"I don't even feel it," Fafnir said. "And I was feeling euphoric."
Tabit bit her lip. She tried to get out of his lap but his arms prevented her. "I have to change..."
"Oh!" He released her from his grip reluctantly. She got up and went to the closet where she changed and came out. He was still sitting there. Cautiously, she padded to her bed and lay on the far end of the bed. Fafnir came closer and she stiffened, but he tucked her in the blanket quietly and then went to the bathroom. When he returned, he gazed at her for a moment, contemplating what to do next. If he went back, he was going to end up at her door again. So he asked her softly, "Is it okay if I--"
"Yes!" Tabit replied without him completing his question.
A smile came to his lips. He crawled over the bed and lay down on the other end on his back. He cradled his head on his hands which he crossed and placed beneath it. He closed his eyes, happy that he was going to spend the night with her. He promised himself that he wouldn't touch her. Not at all. Though if she touched him, he wouldn't say no.
When Tabit got up the next morning, she was again feeling wonderful. Last night's incident flashed in front of her eyes and she blushed. She looked to the other side to see him, but she got up with a start because he wasn't there. her lips downturned. He had gone. However, what happened an hour later was something she hadn't expected.