Tim Lebbon - The Cabin in the Woods

Jules ran. Perspiration was cooling all over her, chilling her, making her muscles seem frozen and her skin prickle with a million points of ice.

Footsteps pounded behind her, closing, closing, and she put on an extra spurt of speed. The darkness did not slow her, and neither did the feel of spider webs breaking across her face and neck as she ducked between trees. Maybe she was more drunk than she thought, or perhaps it was just the thrill of the chase. The chase, she’d always known, was better than the catch, and maybe that was why she’d always had guys in the palm of her hand.

There were her looks, sure; she knew she was a scorcher. But she also knew what guys wanted, and when, perhaps better than they. There was a difference between leading them on toward nothing, and racing them toward something.

So she ran, giggling, breathing hard, skirting the lake to her right and curving around into a part of the woods they hadn’t seen before. And just when she judged the moment was right she slowed a little, feeling Curt’s arm close around her waist as he skidded to a stop and swept her from her feet. Her legs kicked up and he turned, bringing her around to stand again before him.

In his other hand he was still carrying his beer cup, most of it spilled now, but some still glinting in the bottom. He was grinning. Breathing hard. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him quite like this, but then she also felt…

Different, she thought. And horny as all hell. The afternoon’s shower escapades had, it seemed, been just a prelude.

“Come here!” he said, pulling her close, the remaining beer slopping from the cup.

“Ah! Don’t spill on me!”

“Thought you liked it when I spilled on you.”

“Your beer, pig.” But Jules giggled, writhing in his grasp.

“Did I get a little beer on your shirt?” He kissed her deep and hard. “I guess it’ll have to come off.” He threw the beer cup away and started plucking at her buttons. She pulled back playfully, shirt stretching.

“Not here,” she teased.

“Oh, come on…” He paused and looked around, grinning. “We’re all alone.” He pulled her shirt open but she caught the edge and held it together again, stepping back, enjoying the chase just a little more. She was aching for him, but the ache would be more satisfyingly tended the longer this preamble continued. Curt knew that too, but his eyes were almost animal with lust now.

“I’m chilly,” she said, pouting as Curt advanced on her. Like a big bear, she thought. Here comes my big bear.

A groan passed through the crowd of assembled onlookers. The girl backed away again, shirt tight across her chest, even though they could all see the sweat beaded on her face.

It was going well. It was going to plan. But Sitterson was keen to speed things along. Time might be running out, and he wanted to see—

“Okay, that’s enough,” Hadley said, standing from his desk. “Everybody out. You’ve all got jobs to do.” He waved them toward the exit, and nodded to Truman to hold the door open for all of them.

Just like Hadley, Sitterson thought, smiling. He’s never liked watching the fucking with too many people around him .

After the other workers had been herded out his friend sat again, then wheeled his chair expertly across. Sitterson knew immediately what Hadley was going to ask. “We got temperature control in that sector?”

“On it,” Sitterson said, smiling. He’d already been notching the temperature up, subtly but noticeably. He opened a window on his computer and nudged the touch-screen thermometer up a little more. “It’ll be tropical in there within minutes,” he said.

“Nice,” Hadley replied. He was back at his own station now, tapping away on his own computer. “Okay, engaging the pheromone mists.”

Chem guys are doing well this time, Sitterson thought. I’ll have Tom compliment the Ice Queen on that. But here’s the next big test for them. The mists were notoriously glitchy. A breath of a breeze from somewhere—their control of the environment was extensive, but not complete—and the effect could be lost entirely. But this time…

This time he was feeling good about things.

It was all going according to plan.

He smiled. He’d long ago shed the guilt he ought to feel over what would happen next.

Damn, it’s warm, she thought. The air around them was hazed with a subtle mist, and maybe that had raised the temperature a little, a damp heat that seemed to have spread all across and through her body. Oh, fuck it, this has gone on long enough . She breathed in through her nose, still holding the edges of her blouse closed, but feeling the heat growing in her stomach and groin. Her legs were weak, her fingertips tingling.

She opened her eyes and looked at Curt, her lust reflected there.

He came close for another kiss and she let go of her shirt, wrapping her arms around him, sliding them up beneath his shirt to feel his muscled body slicked with a sheen of sweat. Their mouths met and passions merged. Jules kissed with her eyes open, relishing the sight of him and eager to be a part of their surroundings. It was so warm… so comfortable… so conducive to love.

She tugged hard at his shirt and felt buttons pop, and his low laughter gave her license to pull harder.

“It’s so dark,” she muttered, for some reason feeling the need for one last, weak protest. “I’m gonna get twig-butt. Take me inside.” When all the time she was thinking, Have me now, fuck me now!

“Baby, this is why we came here,” Curt breathed into her mouth. “It’s romantic.” He turned her, one hand on her tight stomach, the other gently pulling her open shirt down so that he could nibble on her. He knew how wild that drove her, and he ran his teeth down her neck and along to the nub of her shoulder, biting softly and holding her up when her knees weakened.

Her breath came fast and—

—Sitterson coughed, trying to cover his embarrassment. He was supposed to be a professional, but damn, this was hot. The jock was a jerk, but the girl was gorgeous. He thought perhaps the Chem guys had allowed a bit too much aphrodisiac, but that was one mistake he didn’t mind.

“Music, and moonlight, and love and ro…mance.” he sang softly to himself, tapping some computer keys and tweaking a small level on his control panel.

On the large viewing screen, behind the writhing, still-standing couple an area of moss and soft green ferns seemed to glow from within, only slightly but enough to draw their attention. Neither of them even looked as they edged that way, and he sat back and cracked the knuckles on both hands.

He looked across at Hadley.

“Eh?” he asked, nodding at the screen. “Eh?”

Hadley nodded.

Damn, I’m good , Sitterson thought. And now —

Jules felt dizzy with lust. Curt eased her down onto the ground, and the moss and ferns seemed softer than the mattress back in the cabin, warmer, there were no creaks, and the gentle scent of nature drifted around her as they explored each other’s bodies.

She heaved herself up and they rolled, Curt beneath her now. She propped herself on one elbow for a moment, her hand traveling down across his washboard stomach and delving beneath his belt. He held his breath, she held back for just a moment, then she closed her hand around him and he groaned. Damn, he’s as horny as me , she thought. As his hands ventured inside her shirt she started to work him and—