A Lesson in Anatomy

"Would you stop fidgeting?" Alexander commanded from the taut leather chair, spine stiff and proper, ankles crossed decorously.

"I'm not fidgeting!" Kris cried, glaring at Alexander from her upside down position while lying across the foot of the bed, head dangling. She drooped both arms off the side and let her knuckles drag on the floor. "Look how long my arms are."

"Yes yes, marvelous." Alexander licked one dainty finger, turned a page. No, his eyes did not move from the book.

One leg kicked up straight into the air, ankle rotated. "My legs are long too."

"Mmm hmm."

Kris sighed dramatically and continued to twist her ankle back and forth. She started to hum a tavern song... poorly, snapping her foot to the rhythm. Then she suddenly stopped, tried to catch the tune, tried again.

"Alexander, how does that part go?" Her voice sounded guttural, and very unladylike, from her upside down position. Blood was flushing her skin as she hung there.

"Hmmm?"

"You know, this part. How does it go again?" She hummed the previous notes quickly.

"Oh, uh," Alexander stopped momentarily and hummed a few spare notes.

"Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah!" she interrupted and finished the song.

Silence filled the room. Alexander turned a page.

"What are you reading?" Kris feigned interest.

"Hmm?"

"The book. What is it?" In a huge, sensational burst of energy Kris flung herself onto her belly, thrust her fists under her chin and blinked her eyes at Alexander. She kicked her legs up and down, thwapping them against the mattress with great enthusiasm.

"Oh this? Just a... journal on anatomy. It's quite fascinating."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmm hmm. I'm just reading about the pressure points in the foot. It's quite incredible how much of the body is connected to the foot. Fascinating, actually."

"Oh."

"Yes see here." Alexander raised the book and showed Kris a diagram of a foot, divided into several sections and labeled. "This spot here can control something so seemingly disconnected as the lungs. Can you just imagine?"

"Wow, yeah."

"This here is connected to your small intestine. This to your heart. This little spot here to your pituitary. Who would have thought? Oh and this is connected to your genitals."

"My what?"

"Your... you know... lady bits."

"My foot is not connected to my... lady bits." Kris pouted. "Maybe your foot is connected to your... lady bits." She waved her hand to emphasize her point.

"I do not have lady bits." Alexander glared at her over his book.

"Well according to your foot diagram you do."

Alexander sighed, his patience saintly.

Kris narrowed her eyes at him and pondered. Then she spun around and thrust her foot out at him. "Okay then show me. Control my lady bits."

"I'm reading."

"Noooooooooo, control my lady bits... come on..." Kris whined and poked her toe against Alexander's book.

"You're going to damage the binding," Alexander protested and tried to sit farther back in the chair, book inches away from his face.

Kris just stretched farther, couldn't quite reach and just waved her foot strenuously in front of him instead. "But my lady biiiiiiiiiits."

"Oh alright fine." He slid a marker into the book, adjusted it just so, closed the cover, placed it on the table, adjusted it just so, and reached for Kris's foot.

"So here is your small intestine." Alexander dug his thumb into the meaty lower portion of her foot and rubbed.

"Ew gross." But she let him rub her there. "I don't feel anything."

"Hmmm, maybe I'm using the wrong pressure." He pressed harder and Kris yelped.

"Well, how about here? This is your stomach."

Kris's stomach gurgled. "Oh my god it worked!"

"No, your stomach always makes that noise."

"Oh. Right."

"How about here? This is your right eye."

Kris's face pinched together in deep concentration. One eyebrow raised and lowered again. She held her breath. "Um... I don't... think so."

"Hmmm, I wonder if it requires repeated treatments."

"Maybe." Kris wiggled her toes. "So where are my lady bits?"

Alexander pressed his finger deeply into a spot in the side of her ankle.

Kris looked hopeful, anticipatory. She waited. Alexander pressed. "Nothing."

"I will have investigate further." He looked distracted.

Kris sighed and let Alexander just sit and hold her foot for a moment.

"So what else do you know about anatomy?"

"I know where to slit your tendons to make you unable to walk."

"Really? Cool. Show me!"

Alexander traced a line across her leg, just below the back of her knee.

"Huh. What else?"

Alexander moved his hand further up her leg and drew a line across the meaty inner part of her thigh.

"What does that do?"

"Oh that would kill you."

"Wow, neat."

Alexander put her foot down and grabbed her hand.

"Slicing here." A line across her wrist. "Or here." Just beneath her inner elbow. "And you can't hold a weapon anymore."

Kris stared in fascination.

"And all the way up here," His finger trailed from her wrist to her inner elbow. "And you'll bleed out in minutes."

"Whoa."

"Up here I could make your arms useless." He poked at her armpits. "And here, your breathing will become difficult." He stroked her collarbone.

"Huh. Show me how to find it on you."

He lifted her finger and traced it along his collar over his shirt.

"I can't see. Take your shirt off."

Alexander dutifully removed his shirt, folded it and put it on the table beside him. He showed her the spot again.

"Ohhhhhh. Huh."

"And at the back of my neck, right here." He moved her fingertips. His skin was cool to the touch. "You could hit me there and I would be unconscious for 30 minutes."

"That's useful."

"Yes, books can be like that."

"Right."

"Here, lie down on the bed. I'll show you."

"Okay." Kris stretched out on the bed on her back.

"No no, flip over."

She turned and waited.

"Hmm, take your clothes off." Kris did so and lay back down.

"Okay, here and here." His fingers felt along the back of her legs, just under her buttocks. "That would fell you immediately."

"A knife right here." He touched the base of her back gently. "But not very deep. It would take you three days to die."

Alexander started to poke and prod at her middle back, searching for something.

"What are you doing?" Kris asked, voice muffled by the blankets.

"Looking for the part that makes your bowels loosen."

"Oh gross, cool."

His hands moved up her back and rubbed gently at her shoulders, kneading her muscles there.

"What happens there?"

"I'm not sure yet, just hang on."

"Okay." Kris closed her eyes.

She heard a brief shuffling and then all of a sudden his knees were between hers and spreading her legs apart. Then she felt as his cock slide into her.

"That's what it does." Alexander announced triumphantly.

Kris bit her lip and looked back at him.

"It's science?" he tried.

She raised her eyebrow.

He pushed deeper just to prove his point. She couldn't help but gasp and dig her fingers into the blanket.

"See? Delayed reaction from the foot acupressure."

"Shut up and fuck me."

"Alright. For science."

He gripped her waist and rocked his pelvis against her buttocks slowly, grindingly. He leaned over and started to nibble on the part that was supposed to render her arm useless. Kris writhed beneath him. He fucked her that way, unhurriedly, exploring the firm, scarred flesh of her back with his tongue and teeth. She was dizzy with the pleasure and the slowness of it. And when she finally orgasmed, a huge and shuddering thing that curled her toes and made every muscle clench, her back tingled with his every touch there. Her pleasure points felt connected everywhere, from the bottom of her feet and ankle where she could still almost feel the warm pressure of his fingers, to the base of her neck where he was still nibbling. She cried out with the rolling swells of the orgasm and he just thrust deeper to bring himself to his own grunting completion. Then he lay beside her and rested one pale hand in the small of her back, fingers limp. His head nestled in the crook of her arm.

"You need to read more books," Kris panted.