Drakon by Annette Gisby

“She's normally so shy with strangers.”
    “She's not strange,” said Kate quietly. “She's Auntie Andrea.”
    And Andrea had to admit; she liked the sound of that.
    Once the children were safely tucked up and asleep, Jonathan and Andrea decided it was time for them to head for bed too. It had been a long journey and they both could do with the rest.
    “Don't worry, Andrea. I'll take the floor,” he said when they were alone in the room.
    “Nonsense, Jonathan! We're both two adults. We can still share the same bed. You look exhausted. You need a good night's rest, and you won't get it on the floor!”
    “Yes, doctor,” he said, before heading for the bathroom. When he returned, Andrea was already in bed wearing a pair of red pyjamas and had the covers tucked up almost to her chin. She felt the bed dip as Jonathan got in, but he stayed as far away from her as possible, without actually leaving the bed. There was not an inch of their bodies touching. It was as though she was alone.
    Was this what their life had become? What it was going to be? Strange beds in strange houses? Alone in strange beds? Always looking over their shoulder, trying to avoid Haroldson?
    Always running but never escaping.
    Jonathan fell asleep first, his breathing becoming slow and even. She wished it were as easy for her to fall asleep. It seemed hours before she finally drifted off into a fitful sleep. Something woke her before it was light, but she wasn't sure what. She lay still, listening.
    Jonathan's breathing was rapid and erratic, and he began to thrash about on the bed.
    “Andrea!” He screamed. A nightmare. She had her arms around him in an instant, rocking him back and forth like a child.
    “Ssh, it's okay. I'm here,” she soothed, kissing his hair. His head was clasped against the valley of her breasts, then his head moved and he began to search out her left breast and began to nuzzle it through the fabric of her pyjama top. Andrea froze, what should she do? He seemed to be asleep, not aware of what he was doing, but her body was. Very, very aware. She felt an ache in the juncture of her thighs and a rush of moisture there.
    She tried not to moan, but it was no use, Jonathan's mouth was causing the most delicious sensations in her, but it wasn't right. She couldn't let him continue, knowing he was asleep and might not know what he was doing.
    “Jonathan,” she whispered gently.
    “Huh?” He asked groggily, looking up at her. He jumped away from her as fast as he could, realization in his eyes.
    “I'm sorry, Andrea. I knew we shouldn't be in the same bed.” He got off the bed and headed for the door.
    “Wait,” said Andrea, louder than she intended.
    “Why? So you can tell me what a pervert I am? That I can't keep my hands to myself even when I'm a sleep? I know all that already, Andrea. You don't need to tell me!”
    “Jonathan, will you just listen to me for once?” Said Andrea, getting up and following him to the door. She got as close to him as she could without actually touching him. Jonathan waited, a curious look in his eyes when she didn't say anything straight away.
    Instead she took his hand and placed it firmly on her breast, using her hand to guide his hand to squeeze it. He had no choice but to obey. He groaned and tried to pull his hand away, but Andrea was stronger than she looked and his hand remained a prisoner.
    “Andrea! Ahh...you don't know what that's doing to me!”
    “Yes I do, Jonathan,” she said and her other hand reached out and stroked his hardness through his boxers. Finding strength from somewhere, he released his hand and then grabbed both her wrists, holding them high above her head, while his mouth crushed hers in a passionate kiss.
    “Is this what you want?” He asked breathlessly, pulling her towards the bed. Andrea could only nod in reply. She felt weak, a heady mix of desire and fear. She had seen the anger in Jonathan's eyes and knew he could hurt her if he wanted to. But once