Biting the Lover

         Katie and I ate dinner as we watched Jeopardy and had dessert over Wheel of Fortune. After the Triple Toss-Up, she went to the kitchen for strawberries. I’d been horny all day, and porn was blocked on my office computer. I stalked Katie.
She startled when I pounced upon her as she pulled the fruit carton from the fridge. A kiss quickly calmed her start. I’m constantly amazed at how much a kiss means to her, as though we are Jesus and Judas. The odd peck I understand - to make sure we still have mouths. However every time one of us leaves for like two hours, we make out like 16-year olds when next we are alone.
I have sharply bowed, full lips. Katie’s are a beak. Given that her lips are so hard and scaly, they should have the decency to be small. Not for Katie. Stork rather than finch. I imagined she had lips that matched mine when we kissed. This way, we both enjoyed it more.
She got giggly; I got hard. If I could distract her before more food, 1) it would be better during, and 2) we wouldn’t have to prattle afterward. Strawberries and whipped cream filled her salad plate. Taking one, I asked if she wanted to kiss me and the strawberry at the same time.
“Stephen, that’s really distracting.”
“Come on, baby. It’s so good.” I dipped the strawberry in the topping and brought it back to our faces.
She laughed at my seduction. Self-depreciating humor is still comedy. Katie flicked the cream off the fruit with her tongue. As we kissed, I brought it up and took a nibble. Sweet, smooth, crunch, ferrous.
Ferrous?
I pulled back to see red fluid on the snow cream. Katie glared at me with her hand raised to her leather lips.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Fucking- duh.” Her hand shoved a spot of blood, a nick dripping towards her chin.
“How are we going to stop the bleeding?”
She raced to the bathroom. “What’ll I tell them at school tomorrow?”
“That during food erotica I bit you.”
“Don’t be an ass. I can’t say the truth. Where’s the antibiotics?”
“Look, Love, if I’ve got a disease you’re already infected.”
”Fine, I’ll let it bleed. What’ll you do when Hantavirus rots my face away?”
“Improbability aside, I’d leave you. Or convert to fundamental Islam. How do you feel about burkas?”
Cutting medical tape for her lip, Katie slit her finger. “God Damn You!” She roared at her pointer finger. “Where’s the antibiotic?” Bandaged, she turned off the TV. Pat and Vanna could not heal this night. “What will I say at school about my wounds?”
“Say I hit you.”

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