Tilting the Balance

With a flourish, he handed the glass to Barbara, poured one for himself. She stared down into hers. “I don’t know if I ought to drink this, ” she said. “If I have a whole lot more, I will fall asleep on you. That wouldn’t be right. Wedding nights are supposed to be special. ”

“Any night with you is special, ” he said, which made her smile. But then he went on more seriously, “We ought to drink it, especially now that we’ve opened it. Nobody has enough of anything any more to let it go to waste. ”

“You’re right, ” she said, and sipped. An eyebrow rose. “That’s pretty good champagne. I wonder how it got to the great metropolis of Chugwater, by God, Wyoming. ”

“Beats me. ” Yeager drank, too. He didn’t know much about champagne; he drank beer by choice and whiskey every so often. But it did http://www.cheap-games.ru taste good. The bubbles tickled the inside of his mouth. He sat down on the bed, not far from the stool with the bucket.

Barbara sat down beside him. Her glass was already almost empty. She ran a hand along his arm, let it rest on his corporal’s chevrons. “You were in uniform, so you looked fine for the wedding. ” She made a face. “Getting married in a gingham blouse and a pair of dungarees isn’t what I had in mind. ”

He slid an arm around her waist, then drained his glass of champagne and pulled the bottle from its bed of snow. It held just enough to fill them both up again. “Don’t worry about it. There’s only one proper uniform for a bride on her wedding night. ” He reached behind her, undid the top button of her blouse.

“That’s the proper uniform for bride and groom both, ” she said. Her fingers fumbled as she worked at one of his buttons. She laughed. “See-I told you I shouldn’t have had that champagne. Now I’m having trouble getting you out of soldier’s uniform and into bridegroom’s. ”

“No hurry, not tonight, ” he said. “One way or another, we’ll manage. ” He drank some more, then looked at the glass with respect. “That takes me to a happier place than I usually go when I’ve had a few. Or maybe it’s the company. ”

“I like you Sam! ” Barbara exclaimed. For some reason-maybe it was the champagne that made him feel better than if she’d said I love you.

Presently, he asked, “Do you want me to blow out the candles? ”

Her eyebrows came together in thought for a moment. Then she said, “No, let them burn, unless you’really want it to be dark tonight. ”

He shook his head. “I like to look at you, honey. ” She wasn’t a Hollywood movie star or a Vargas girl: a little too thin, a little too angular, and, if you looked at things objectively, not pretty enough. Sam didn’t give two whoops in hell about looking at things objectively. She looked damn good to him.

He ran his hands over her breasts, let one of them stray down her belly toward where her legs joined. She stretched luxuriously and made a noise like a purring cat, down deep in her throat. His tongue teased a nipple. She grabbed the back of his head, pulled him against her.

After his mouth had followed his hand downward, she rubbed at the soft flesh of her inner thighs. “I wish there were more razor blades around, ” she said in mock complaint. “Your face chafes me when you do that. ”

He touched her, gently. Her breath sighed out. She was wet. “I thought you liked it while it was going on, ” he said, grinning. “Shall I get that rubber now? ”

“Wait. ” She sat up, bent over him, and lowered her head. It was the first time she’d ever done that without being asked. Her hair spilled down and tickled his hipbones.

“Easy, there, ” he gasped a minute later. “You do much more and I won’t need to bother with a rubber. ”

“Would you like that? ” she asked, looking up at him from under her bangs. She still held him. He could feel the warm little puffs of breath as she spoke.

He was tempted, but shook his head. “Not on our wedding night. Like you said, it ought to be perfect. And it’s for something else. ”

“All right, let’s do something else, ” she said agreeably, and lay back on the bed. He leaned over the side and pulled a rubber out of the back pocket of his chinos. But before he could peel it open, she grabbed his wrist and repeated, “Wait. ” He gave her a quizzical look. She went on, “I know you don’t like those all that much. Don’t bother tonight-if we’re going to make it perfect, that will help. It should be okay. ”

He tossed the rubber onto the floor. He wasn’t fond of them. He wore them because she wanted him to, and because he could see why she didn’t want to get pregnant. But if she felt like taking a chance, he was eager to oblige.

“It does feel better without overshoes, ” he said. He guided himself into her. “Oh, God, does it! ” Their mouths met, clung. Neither of them said anything then, not with words.

“I always said you were a gentleman, Sam, ” Barbara told him as he rolled off her: “You keep your weight on your elbows. ” He snorted. She said, “Don’t go away now. ”

“I wasn’t going anywhere, not without you. ” He put an arm around her, drew her close. She snuggled against him. He liked that. In some ways, it seemed more intimate than making love. You could make love with a stranger; he’d done it in a fair number of minor-league whorehouses in minor-league towns. But to snuggle with somebody, it had to be somebody who really mattered to you.

As if she’d picked the thought out of his head, Barbara said, “I love you. ”

“I love you, too, hon. ” His arms tightened around her. “I’m glad we’re married. ” That seemed just the right thing to say on a wedding night.

“So am I. ” Barbara ran the palm of her hand along his cheek. “Even if you are scratchy, ” she added. He tensed, ready to grab her; sometimes when she made jokes in bed, she’d poke him in the ribs. Not tonight-she turned serious instead. “You made exactly the right toast this afternoon. ‘Life goes on’… It has to, doesn’t it? ”

“That’s what I think, anyhow. ” Yeager wasn’t sure whether she was asking him or trying to convince herself. She still couldn’t be easy in her mind about her first husband. He had to be dead, but still…

“You have the right way of looking at things, ” Barbara said, serious still. “Life isn’t always neat; it’s not orderly; you can’t always plan it and make it come out the way you think it’s supposed to. Things happen that nobody would expect-”

“Well, sure, ” Yeager said. “The war made the whole world crazy, and then the Lizards on top of that-”

“Those are the big things, ” she broke in. “As you say, they change the whole world. But little things can turn your l