The Cabin in the Woods

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-

— Sitterson turned a dial less than a degree, increasing the humidity infinitesimally, and it was an adjustment he knew many other people would have never found cause to make. But that was why he and Hadley were the best. They were more than just technicians, they were craftsmen, as concerned with the journey as the outcome itself.

He knew very well that the chase was better than the catch.

Sitterson hummed to himself, then whistled a little, glancing across at his partner and swapping a contented nod. They were such a great team. If he had his concerns, Hadley would pick up on them right away, and the converse was true.

“Okay,” Hadley said softly, “boobies, boobies.”

“Show us the goods,” Sitterson muttered.

From behind him came Truman’s uncomfortable cough. Sitterson had known this moment would come; he’d sensed the confusions in the kid, and more than that, the doubt. There’d been others like him before, and mostly they were given other tasks in the facility, taken away from Control where they could see everything that was going on and given menial tasks that held no obvious outcome. But there had also been two others who’d come this far and then refused to go any further.