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Noire's jacket, sliding the buttons open easily, teasing across his chest, the press of the soft linen making the touches
somehow more. "I'm spoiled. Now that I can have you whenever I want, I want you all the time."
Noire just kissed him again, more than content to spend the rest of his - now very long - life doing nothing else, more than
willing to survive only on the flavor and feel of his lover. "Gael."
"Perhaps we should postpone lunch, hmm, Kitten?"
"Your sister will kill us if we do that again."
Gael snorted softly as he dipped his head to lavish more attention on Noire's throat. "Because of course she's back there
getting dressed and not playing with Verenne at all."
Noire chuckled into Gael's mouth as he took another kiss.
Howls and cries from below startled him into breaking away, and Noire buried his head in Gael's shoulder as he realized
he'd completely forgotten the group below.
Laughing, Gael yelled down for the group to find a different courtyard to destroy. Jesting calls were his reply, but in short
order the courtyard emptied.
"Now, where were we?"
Noire slid his hand into Gael's hair, wanting to yank the ribbon out and let the long, gold strands fall free - but they were
supposed to be having lunch. Still, that didn't keep him from tugging Gael close again, tilting his own head to meet the
mouth that claimed his, burning all the way to his marrow.
"Ah, yes," Gael murmured. "That's where we left off. You are a constant distraction, Kitten."
"Yes, we can see that," Freddie said from behind him.
Noire snapped his head up, hand tightening in Gael's hair, cheeks burning.
Gael turned and smirked. "Oh, yes, I can see you haven't been distracted at all," he replied, taking in Verenne's still flushed
cheeks, Freddie's not quite perfect hair.
"Yes, but this is my suite," Freddie said, folding her arms across her chest. "Nor are you running out on lunch yet again."
"As you command," Gael said tolerantly, sweeping his sister a deep, formal bow. He turned and tugged Noire off the
balcony railing, pulling them flush together to steal one last, long kiss. "Temptation, Kitten."
Verenne laughed softly. "Certainly I can now see why Noire pitched Giles into the fountain. I would have done the same."
She winked at Noire. "Hearing you called Kitten makes me shiver."
"Oh, really," Freddie said. "Obviously I am failing somewhere, sweet."
"Not at all, I assure you," Verenne said, giving Freddie a wink that was nothing like the one she'd given Noire.
Gael rolled his eyes as he sat down. "So they are allowed to play but I cannot?"
"We play with our clothes on when in the company of others, Gael."
"That is your problem," Gael countered.
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Noire choked on his tea. "We're not that bad."
"Only because everyone makes me behave, Kitten," Gael said, eyes blazing as he looked at his lover.
"Gael!" Noire said desperately, fidgeting in his seat. "Behave."
Gael grinned and settled back in his own seat. "I suppose I can for a little while."
"Through lunch," Freddie said sternly.
"Through most of lunch," Gael replied. "I still have months and months of secrecy to make up for."
Freddie glared. "That is not a fair card to play."
Verenne laughed. "You told me this morning you still had months to make up for, Freddie."
"You, sweet, are supposed to take my side."
"Well, that would be no fun."
"Oh, really?" Freddie said, leaning forward in her seat, eyes flashing as the two fell into a friendly, heated argument.
Gael sipped his tea and watched them.
Noire was more than content to watch Gael.
That his lover was a god now was& not as strange as he supposed it should be. Perhaps because it had always been
assumed that one day Gael would be. The only strangeness came in that he thought of the Ceremony in the past now,
instead of as some ominous future.
All that lacked anymore was the Faerie Queen. By all rights, Noire knew, three gods should rule Verde - but Etain herself
had readjusted the balance of power before she die, that it might be supported by two rather than three.
Someday, Gael had said, there might be three again. Until then&
Until then Noire would never tire of drinking in the sight of his lover. That they were no longer a secret was the strangest
thing to him. Strange, but wonderful, and now that he could stare openly at Gael, he could not seem to stop doing it.
He realized abruptly that he'd been caught staring, and flushed.
"Something wrong, Kitten?"
"I& " Noire ducked his head briefly, but forced it back up. "I keep thinking I'll wake up in that little room again. Or my own."
Alone, with only secrets to warm him.
Gael set down his teacup and pulled Noire's chair close to his own, settling his arm across Noire's shoulders, tipping his
head up for a slow, gentle kiss. "The only room you wake up in now is mine, Kitten. Always."
Fish vs. Ferret
"Scorch off, rat."
"I am not a rat, you copper-pinching meat-eater."
Karp was unfazed by the nasty glare being directed at him. He leaned back in the deep leather of his chair well,
technically the study belonged to Lord Kitty, but Ailill had long ago conceded Karp used it far more than he ever had. "I
wouldn't pinch coppers if you'd stop going over budget, rodent."
Andre braced his hands on the desk and leaned over it, so close their faces were only breaths apart.
The proximity made Karp's nose twitch. Andre always smelled like flowers, something he generally associated with women.
It should have been one more thing about which he could mock the scorching weasel except it smelled good. Like
wildflowers after winter is finally gone for a time, beaten down by spring at last. It had always been his favorite time of year.
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No girl ever smelled like that, they always smelled too sweet. That Andre did was rather puzzling, and no small amount
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