7 Years Bad Sex by Nicky Wells Page B

even if I did, I can’t come up with anything that would explain our situation.’
    ‘Have you upset anybody? Maybe some mysterious woman is sticking pins in your respective voodoo dolls every day.’
    ‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ Casey snorted. ‘You don’t believe in that crap, do you?’
    ‘Of course not. But some people do.’
    Casey shook her head. ‘I think we’ve got to a place where we’re totally overthinking it. And then nothing happens, because that’s precisely what we fear.’
    ‘But everything else is hunky dory?’ Sasha launched a sideways enquiry. ‘You know, being married and all that?’
    ‘Everything else is fine. Being married is no different to having lived together for two years, except I’m now legally Mrs Morgan. But it’s good. We’re good together, like we’ve always been. We don’t argue, we rehearse, we record. Alex writes songs… Everything’s perfect except for this one thing.’
    ‘Hm.’
    The women sat in silence for a few moments.
    ‘I suppose it’s not that big a thing,’ Sasha finally offered.
    ‘It’s not?’ Casey had been rationalising her thoughts along the same lines, but she was eager for affirmation from her best friend.
    ‘It’s only sex, right?’
    ‘It’s only sex,’ Casey echoed. ‘Although…’
    ‘Although what?’
    ‘It’s difficult to start a family without having sex.’
    ‘Ah. Yes, that is a problem.’ Sasha nodded thoughtfully. ‘Are babies on the agenda?’
    ‘Well, no, they’re not. At least not yet . But I can’t help thinking that they won’t be on the agenda at all if we can’t get this sorted out.’
    ‘Is there a blazing hurry about the babies?’
    Casey shook her head. ‘No. Definitely not.’
    ‘In that case, I prescribe yet more wine, and let me dig for solutions. Meanwhile, have you tried celibacy?’
    ‘We have. That’s kind of where we’re at right now.’
    Sasha grinned. ‘What can I say? Keep up the good work. We’ll figure it out. We can’t have the rock star couple of the decade not getting down and dirty with each other. I’ll do some research for you. Have faith.’

Chapter Six:
     
    Getting Down to Play
     
    ~Alex~
     
    ‘Are you all right, man? Only you’re looking kind of hungry.’ Myles sniggered and elbowed Alex in the ribs. They were in a super-trendy dance club in Farringdon, and a whole truckload of dolled-up girlies on a hen do had just arrived. Alex snapped to.
    ‘Come again?’
    ‘Now that’s fightin’ talk,’ Myles guffawed. ‘You look like you wanna come again—with that bird over there.’
    ‘What bird?’ Alex had been miles away, thinking of Casey. Missing her. Ridiculous, he knew. She was only up the road with Sasha, but still. This was their first night apart since the wedding, their first night off from weekend gigging, and he couldn’t help but notice her absence. He supposed that was a good thing, especially considering their precarious circumstance. He smiled.
    ‘ That bird. The one you’re making moon eyes at. Say, mate, aren’t you getting enough with the missus?’
    ‘Myles!’ Alex surprised himself and his best mate in equal measures with his shouted reprimand. He made an effort to drop his voice. ‘But really, can’t you lay off Casey? What’s eating you?’
    ‘Me?’ Myles was all pretend outrage. ‘What’s eating me? Nothing’s eating me. But you two, you’ve been behaving like randy cats that never get the deed done. What’s with you?’
    Alex nearly choked on his drink. Was it really that obvious?
    ‘And now,’ Myles continued mercilessly, ‘you’re making eyes at the first available piece of totty in sight. What’s up? Don’t you love Casey anymore?’
    ‘Of course I still love her!’ Alex was shocked that Myles should be thinking along those lines. ‘In fact, I miss her. It’s our first night apart since we tied the knot.’
    Myles made a gagging noise deep in his throat. ‘I get it. You’re lovesick. I need more beer.’
    He ambled