Chapter 29 – The Spoils

Chapter 29 – The Spoils







Relieved, John finally noticed the cascade of windows. That was a haul that could hardly be put into words. He deserved his share of the experience a lot more this time around, so he took it gladly. Beyond the Stat Points to distribute (he refused to call them Skillpoints, no matter what the Character Sheet said), he also got two Achievements.





He decided to put the point for the Achievement into Charisma, then put five points from his levels into Intellect and Wisdom respectively. He saved the remaining five points for later. There was too much on his mind to decide if he wanted to keep raising either of the Mental Stats or something else.

He scratched the back of his head until he noticed she was waving him closer with her index finger. He came hither and then even closer, when the motion continued urgently. When he was practically kneeling next to her, she suddenly threw herself at him.

Lips, soft and warm, pressed on his deeply. Her tongue touched his and stirred him out of his startled state. He was always ready to make out with her. The sweet taste of bubble gum filled his mouth and he pressed up against her. The passion was deeper than it had ever been before. He wrapped his arms around her narrow waist. Gradually, he managed to sit upright. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. She sat in his lap and ran her hands through his hair.

Neither of them were willing to stop. John felt like something was slotting into place, something he had wanted his entire life, and if he backed away now he would forever lose it. Their kiss became calmer as it went on. There was less motion. Less lustful moans. It was all reduced to slow, tender movements and the smacking of their lips next to the dying fires.

“That was awesome,” Rave whispered. “You can be a pretty good kisser.”

“If you will keep letting me practice,” John returned quietly.

“You’ll do a lot more than that,” she purred. “We’re going back to the tent and then you’re doing me.” John’s eyes went wide. A hand pressed on his lips. “Yes, I’m serious. Yes, I thought about it. Ya know, ya might be... awkward and a total perv, but ya never were selfish about it. Plus, you’re honest and fun and honestly fun.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “Ya won’t make me regret it, will ya?”

“No,” he promised, with every fibre of his being.