Not trusting himself to speak, or even think, James turned and walked out of the room. It was cold shower time.
A few minutes later, with cold cavern water washing over his clothed form, he trusted himself to think again. Nuts that a guy with four wives was sexually frustrated.
So, did he need a fifth wife?
...A fifth wife? Why not come out and say, did he want V back?
Want? Yes. Willing to tolerate his wife with other men? Hell no. And that was over and above what his other women would think.
And there was what V wanted (clearly not that), and that them-together was a total disaster last time. And all of this self awareness CRAP was besides the point. If he had her all to himself then humanity went under.
Ergo V couldn't be his. Not now, not tomorrow, not 'some-day', not ever.
And he still wanted her. Dam it.
Even if she wasn't his?
...now there was a head twist of a question.
Friends with benefits? Fuck friends?
That... was wrong. Before... back in high school...
Before he wasn't dealing with a super who could control her fertility and who could take care of herself.
Somehow "take care of herself" did NOT fit well in the same sentence as "her" and before he wasn't married.
So... what he needed was to screw his ex-girlfriend occasionally, without his wives leaving him or his needing to kill V's other boyfriends.
Sure. No problem or potential for problems there. Nothing easier.
...
...
...maybe