Egon sipped his beer while he
listened to Hank William's wail about the evils of a cheatin' heart. The warm
brew was bitter on his tongue, and he wondered what had possessed him to order
the second one, after nursing the first for nearly two hours.
He glanced at his watch for
what was most likely the thirtieth time in the last hour and sighed when he
realized there were still twenty minutes to go before he could leave.
His eyes returned to the
vivacious redhead flirting with the men at the pool table. Her tight sweater and
jeans hid nothing of her admirable assets, and Egon counted the bottle she
lifted as her fifth of the evening.
She tossed her hair back in a
move that made interesting things happen under the wool, and put the mouth of
the bottle to her lower lip. Her
tongue flicked out across the top, once only, then she took several long, slow
swallows. Even in the dim light of the bar he could see the movement in her
throat, and trace the path of one tiny drop that had escaped her full lips. Egon
watched it slide across her chin, down her neck, and disappear under the fine
knit.
Almost reflexively Egon took
another swallow of his own drink, still watching the redhead and the two men at
the pool table she teased. Unknowing, his own tongue ran across his lips. He
blinked, meeting a pair of bright green eyes across the room.
With a growl that would have
shocked his teammates Egon abandoned his drink and left it and the change in a
puddle of condensation. He made his was across the room to the table where the
redhead still flirted, dodging a pair of drunks near the jukebox.
The woman was laughing now at
something one of the men said, but it took Egon less than a minute to cause her
to pout instead. "It's nearly midnight Dr. Venkman," he said, tapping
the face of his watch, "and we do have an early bust. If you're quite
through here?" One blond eyebrow went up in inquiry.
"But of course, Dr.
Spengler," Peter replied, turning to replace his cue in its' slot. Egon put
one hand on the back of his companion's neck and shook him gently while they
walked out.
Wrapped in darkness in the
parking lot Egon grabbed his lover and pushed him against Ecto's side. He moved
closer, straddling Peter's legs and pinning the younger man against the side of
the car with his body, resting his elbows on either side of Venkman's head. For
his own part, Peter wrapped both arms around the physicist's hips and pulled him
in tighter.
"Hmmm. Problem, Dr.
Spengler?"
"Not at all, Dr.
Venkman," he answered, voice muffled by the hair and neck that Egon was
busy nuzzling into. His gentle nip
at Peter's earlobe made the other gasp. Spengler pulled back and tugged Peter up
into his arms, enjoying the solid heat.
"No problem at
all."