She rubbed at her chest as she paced, attempting to get rid of the tight feeling. It did nothing to ease the actual ache, and it seemed to be spreading. Bast had a sudden vision of Ninkasi crying in her hot tub, and she vehemently shook her head to get rid of the image. She was not about to cry because of the conversation she had to have with Hermod. It was a necessity, and nothing to blubber over. Besides, she did this all the time.
Bast had been near the back of the house when she heard something coming from somewhere near the bedroom. Wait. Was that him? Why was that something that made her stop dead? She'd been waiting for him, so it was time to go talk to him. Why wouldn't her feet move? Angrily, Bast forced herself down the hall, and following the sound, she found the person she was looking for.
In the bathroom.
Naked but for a towel.
Hot and wet.
Fuck.
She didn't remember moving, but somehow her mouth was on his even as she was pulling her clothes out of the way. It was some time later when the mind she lost upon seeing Hermod stepping out of the shower came back to her; she was face down in the bed, hands fisted in the clean sheets, breathing hard and throbbing in the ways that only Hermod seemed to be able to produce these days.
"Oh fuck," she groaned.
That comment was more appropriate than she'd even intended. She'd done it again. Seeing him, she just couldn't keep her hands, or any other part of her body, off of him. It was almost as though she was addicted to him. And Bast didn't do that. This was out of control and she was going to fix it.