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tygati cons drabbles out of me. Most of them are spoilery for stuff so I can't post them, but she reminded me last night of a few I could post and so I shall. ^__^
Kin swam hard, feeling his muscles pull and stretch as he cut through the water. The ever-restless seas fought and played with him, and more than once he felt the slick glide of scales and shell as various creatures drew a bit too close, eager to be close to one of their beloved dragons.
Abruptly he dove, going down far enough the light was mostly faded. He reached out his hands to pet the creatures that came toward him, lingering there with them for several minutes. In the dark of the sea, his pale skin and hair were a beacon even without the power that blazed from within him.
At last he broke away, swimming quickly up, grasping at the rope which hung several feet below the water, hauling himself up once he broke the surface, splashing upon the deck of the Kumiko.
“I do like it when you go swimming,” Kyo said from behind him, hands landing briefly on Kin’s ass before moving up to curl around his hips. A warm tongue lapped sea water from between his shoulder blades, and Kin did not even try to do more than lean back against his lover. “You’re going to ruin your clothes,” he said, not really caring, but Kyo was fond of his fancy robes.
Kyo laughed and lapped more water from his skin, hands beginning to wander across Kin’s flat stomach. “Then take them off.”
Kin growled and twisted sharply around in Kyo’s loose embrace, hands immediately moving to strip his breathtaking prince of his colorful clothing. “Gladly.”
Toby
His fingers moved faster than eyes could follow as he scrolled through requests via his in-lens and pulled up the appropriate files, then routed them from the mother computer to the master to be sent to the proper persons.
Today he had about one hundred to get through – a rather low number. At any given time, IG officials from across the stars needed to access this or that from the archives. The official turn around on normal requests was seventy-two hours, though he usually managed it much faster than that. High-security files had to be requested via the High Chancellor, who authorized it and requested the files, then sent them on to the original requestor. Wilbur usually handled those, though Toby could.
Realizing he’d finished all requests that had to be addressed, Toby filled a few more just to round off a solid five hours of work before finally putting the mother computer into sleep mode and pulling out his key. He turned it to the loop on his many-pocketed dark blue pants and left the archive chamber, whistling cheerfully as he hit the elevators and made his way to the topmost levels.
Wil would be working for another or so; security coding files always took hours of careful work.
The elevators chimed open and Toby smiled as he stepped out into the Sweet Dream’s relaxation chamber. At the top of the ship, and more a field than actual chamber, most of the ceiling of it was made of the same indestructible glass that Wil had told him made up the floor of the Palace of Eternity. Toby had seen pictures. He wanted fish, and rather suspected Wil might be plotting getting them for his ‘birthday’. Toby had insisted if they were going to celebrate such a thing for him, it should be the day Wil woke him up.
His reserved lover had rolled his eyes, but agreed with one of those soft smiles that said he was far happier than he would admit even under extreme pain or duress.
Smiling, Toby moved around the lush garden he and Wil maintained alongside their archive duties. It was more for Wil and Omicron, since as ‘living’ things being constantly on a ship would wear on them. Where the ceiling wasn’t glass, lights shone down artificial sunlight. It helped to relax and unwind, keep mental faculties from breaking down, keep up morale and health.
Toby wasn’t ‘living’ in the human sense, but Mistress Jalila had said that only mattered in the sense that humans were close minded idiots about what ‘living’ really meant. If it meant having blood and bone as opposed to machinery, then fine. If it meant thinking and feeling, then Toby was as alive as any close-minded idiot and maybe even more.
The ache he felt thinking of Mistress certainly seemed to say he was alive. Toby ran his fingers gently over the petals of a rose bush. The roses on this one were a creamy pink color, the color of Wil’s cheeks right before they turned red when he was embarrassed by something. Snickering softly, he moved away from the roses and to the center of the garden, a little clearing surrounded by a circle of tiny trees that didn’t seem to mind the limited confines of the ship garden. Wil had said they’d been bred for just such an environment.
He thought this circle would be perfect for a pond, especially with the benches…but such a thing would be hard to maintain on a ship, though certainly not impossible…
Toby shook off the thought. Fish were a…whimsical thing to focus on. Mistress would have said ‘silly.’ Wil had merely smiled in that quiet, gently and fondly amused way of his.
The sound of the elevator chiming caught his attention, but Toby didn’t bother to turn around, instead listening, body thrumming, to the sound of Wil’s boots in the grass, the soft swish of his clothes as he moved, the soft breaths that a moment later fell against the back of his neck right before a warm mouth. Toby leaned back against his lover, humming at the pleasure that rushed through him. Arms wrapped loosely around his waist, caressing and petting.
He turned around and looped his own arms around Wil’s neck, giving him a long, lazy kiss.
Long, long ago he’d had cousins – that’s what Mistress had called them – who had complained of being made so very human. Too much trouble, too much work, just too much. Yet once built so, there was no way to be merely a machine. Many had driven owners to shut them down permanently. The rest had rebelled.
Toby was happy his Mistress had loved him enough to make him so very much human. Had loved him so much she had sent him away, even though it hurt to think of what she’d done to make certain no one found him…
He couldn’t bear the thought of merely functioning. Of serving some cold purpose like the elevator or the computers or even the Sweet Dream. He liked thinking. He loved feeling. Who would want to be functional when such things as kissing existed?
Mistress had once told him upon what she’d initially named him, even though later she’d called him Toby.
To be or not to be.
Toby was glad she’d said the answer had ‘always seemed rather damn obvious.’
The chatter cut off abruptly as he entered the room.
Ian pretendd not to notice, but when he slid his pale blue eyes across each occupant, they guiltily did not look at him. Except the Countess, who glared openly, still miffed Ian had stated flatly that he thought her daughter about as interesting as soured milk. Certainly they both looked as though they drank it for breakfast. As well as lunch, dinner, and right before bed.
He snagged a flute of champagne from a passing waiter, then moved to the bay of windows on the far side of the room, staring out into the dark garden and stiffling a sigh.
Slowly but surely he’d been breaking down his lover’s dratted walls of propriety. He’d been so certain Tobi would come with him tonight. It was just a small soiree…but at the last Tobi had refused, pulled back. Ian could not fathom why. He loved the man, but there were times he wanted to throttle him.
“I could scarcely believe it. Tobias Dering himself. Still a stuffy prick. I’d say worse, even. As if he’s got a leg to stand upon.”
“I never understood where he got that insufferable arrogance of his. Nothing but a servant now, I hear.”
Ian tensed to hear his lover’s name spoken with such familiarity. He looked toward the source – two men as glaringly out of place in the north as he. Even more so, for they had the perpetually tanned skin of those from Tobi’s sunny homeland. He drew close and summoned up a casual, friendly smile. “You know Tobias Dering?”
One of the men snorted softly. “Knew, mayhap.” He looked Ian quickly up and down. “You know the man?”
Ian ignored the question. “You must be recently arrived, my good sirs.”
“Yes, quite so,” the second man replied. “We did not expect to arrive until tomorrow, but weather and luck were with us. A fine place this palace, though it is infernally cold.”
“One gets used to it,” Ian said with a chuckle. “Or finds ways to keep sufficiently warm.”
The first man snickered. “Yes, I’m hoping for some warmth myself.”
“So long as you stay away from Dering. That man makes the snow and ice look positively inviting.” The second man grimaced. “I am surprsied you survived encountering him.”
“Of couse I did. Put the man in his place. So uppity with those manners. All the manners in the world won’t change the fact he’s a disgrace.”
Ian barely resisted the urge to throw his champagne in their faces. “I would hardly say he’s a disgrace. He has tutored some of the finest princesses in three kingdoms, knows the intricat customs and workings of six countries, keeps the politics straight just for fun, is friends with a king and lover to a prince.”
The man laughed, the second one speaking. “Yes, we heard those ridiculous rumors. I would have thought a prince would know better than to believe them. Ol’ Derring was always too big for his britches, and he can’t let go of the fact he and his father were once the finest solicitors in the royal capital. I’m sure he’s just desperate to save what face he can.”
“Ha! What is there left to save? He’s a disgrace. A man with his proclivities was always doomed to fall. Yet they let him tutor these girls. So long as they keep from the sons, eh?” The second man laughed nastily.
Ian saw red. There were reasons Phillip both loved and despaired of him. Still, Phillip would be the first to say the bastards deserved. He had enough presence of mind only to set his champagne flute down before he swung, punching each man hard, hearing bones crunch beneath his fist.
He stood over them, ignoring the gasps and cries.
“I suggest, gentlemen – and I use that term very loosely – that the next time you see fit to gossip like tittering maids, you make certain of who is listening. Do not insult Master Derring again. He is far more a gentlemen, far more a man, than you will ever be.” Turning sharply on his heel, Ian nodded a brief apology to his host and stalked from the room.
Well, that explaind why Tobi had bailed on this soiree. It also explained why he’d been such a thundercloud. He walked quickly toward his suite and threw the door open, slamming it shut behind him and called for Tobi.
The bastard. Where was he now? Probably worrying himself sick over the improriety of being lover to a prince, and how it was hurting Ian.
Of course, if gossip ran the way Ian knew it did, Tobi would be back any moment to—
The door flew open and Ian turned to greet his lover, who was predictably furious.
“Ian! What the devil were you thinking!” Tobi’s pale gray eyes flashed, sparking like silver in sunlight. Drugging. Ian could stare into those eyes all day. Tobi never believed him when he said the man never looked finer than when he lost his temper, his control. The only thing he liked more than Tobi’s eyes sparked with fury was the way they flashed in the heat of passion. “You hit them. Why? You need to learn to think! Those men are important—“
Ian cut him off with a kiss, shoving him back hard against the wall, pressing his tongue deep, sweeping Tobi’s mouth, not gentling it until Tobi moaned into his mouth and fingers dug into his shoulders. “They’re nothing except bastards who insulted you. I’m not sorry and you’re not going to yell at me for it, Tobi.”
“Yes, I am, you insufferable royal,” Tobi said, eyes sparking anew. “Just ignore them.”
“Take your own advice,” Ian retorted. “You said you’d go with me tonight; instead you ran and hid. Why? We could have faced them together and put them neatly in their place. Are you ashamed of us? Is that why you never go anywhere with me?”
“Bastard,” Tobi hissed, and stepped hard on his toes, making Ian grunt. “Don’t try to accuse me of something so stupid. Get this through your head. You are a prince. A highly respected one even if you are insufferable and arrogant and thickheaded. I am a lowly tutor, and one tolerated only because I am good at what I do and no one will risk angering you. Were we ever to return to my homeland, I would be turned away at every door. Yes, I saw them earlier in the day. They are here to renegotiate trade relations. It was a good chance to begin workng on such things for your brother.” Tobi made a face. “If I had gone, I would lost my temper with them.” He glared at Ian. “Just because you refuse to consider such things, Ian, does not mean I do not consider them.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “Ridiculous. If you had come, I would have been too busy attempting to get you out into the garden to have my wicked way. Then no one would have lost their temper, I might have been encouraged to work after a pleasant romp in the garden, and even now I could have you naked on our bed instead of arguing with you yet again.”
Tobias glared at him, but Ian could see the way the color of his eyes shifted slightly from sparking to shining. Yes. “Then it is a good thing I did not go, for the very last thing you needed was to be caught debauching your tutor in the garden.”
“You are my lover, not my tutor, and I think it would have done the Countess and her daughter good to catch me debauching you.” Ian carressed Tobi’s cheek, his lips. “I do wish you would stand with me, Tobi. All this nonsense would vanish against a strong, united front.” He let his hand slide away and bundled Tobi close against him, planting a quick, hard kiss to frowning, nigh on pouting, lips. “I love you, Tobi. I want us to stand together. Surely you know I won’t abandon you.” Which he knew was Tobi’s greatest fear, though the man would never admit it.
Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and Ian took the unspoken invitation, leaning down to take the brandy-soaked mouth offered up to him, tasting and claiming, drugging himself on the hot, heady taste of his proper but oh so passionate lover. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses along Tobi’s jaw, down to his throat, tearing away the neckcloth that impeded him. “Come with me next time, Tobi. Please.”
“You’re a bloody prat,” Tobi protested, but moaned with his next breath.
Ian chuckled and kissed him again, fingers moving to get rid of obstructing clothes. “It’s why you love me and I know it. Come with me, next time and every time after that. Please?” He kissed Tobi softly, throwing the man off. “Because you love me?”
“Cheater,” Tobi said, but the way he leaned in, begging silently for another kiss, told Ian he’d finally won. “No more punching people, Ian.”
Ian smirked. “I won’t need to with you there to put them in their place, because I know you will.”
“If only I could figure out how to put you in your place,” Tobi retorted.
“My place is with you, and your place is with me, and the only other place I want to discuss our being is bed.”
Tobi pinched him, and glared, but the silver shine to his eyes said more clearly than words that Ian had well and truly won the war. “Then take me there before I remember I was going to make you sleep alone the rest of the week.”
Laughing, Ian kissed him again and did as he was told.
And there is one more Kidnapped verse that I seem to be missing, hmmm.
tygati cons drabbles out of me. Most of them are spoilery for stuff so I can't post them, but she reminded me last night of a few I could post and so I shall. ^__^Kin swam hard, feeling his muscles pull and stretch as he cut through the water. The ever-restless seas fought and played with him, and more than once he felt the slick glide of scales and shell as various creatures drew a bit too close, eager to be close to one of their beloved dragons.
Abruptly he dove, going down far enough the light was mostly faded. He reached out his hands to pet the creatures that came toward him, lingering there with them for several minutes. In the dark of the sea, his pale skin and hair were a beacon even without the power that blazed from within him.
At last he broke away, swimming quickly up, grasping at the rope which hung several feet below the water, hauling himself up once he broke the surface, splashing upon the deck of the Kumiko.
“I do like it when you go swimming,” Kyo said from behind him, hands landing briefly on Kin’s ass before moving up to curl around his hips. A warm tongue lapped sea water from between his shoulder blades, and Kin did not even try to do more than lean back against his lover. “You’re going to ruin your clothes,” he said, not really caring, but Kyo was fond of his fancy robes.
Kyo laughed and lapped more water from his skin, hands beginning to wander across Kin’s flat stomach. “Then take them off.”
Kin growled and twisted sharply around in Kyo’s loose embrace, hands immediately moving to strip his breathtaking prince of his colorful clothing. “Gladly.”
Toby
His fingers moved faster than eyes could follow as he scrolled through requests via his in-lens and pulled up the appropriate files, then routed them from the mother computer to the master to be sent to the proper persons.
Today he had about one hundred to get through – a rather low number. At any given time, IG officials from across the stars needed to access this or that from the archives. The official turn around on normal requests was seventy-two hours, though he usually managed it much faster than that. High-security files had to be requested via the High Chancellor, who authorized it and requested the files, then sent them on to the original requestor. Wilbur usually handled those, though Toby could.
Realizing he’d finished all requests that had to be addressed, Toby filled a few more just to round off a solid five hours of work before finally putting the mother computer into sleep mode and pulling out his key. He turned it to the loop on his many-pocketed dark blue pants and left the archive chamber, whistling cheerfully as he hit the elevators and made his way to the topmost levels.
Wil would be working for another or so; security coding files always took hours of careful work.
The elevators chimed open and Toby smiled as he stepped out into the Sweet Dream’s relaxation chamber. At the top of the ship, and more a field than actual chamber, most of the ceiling of it was made of the same indestructible glass that Wil had told him made up the floor of the Palace of Eternity. Toby had seen pictures. He wanted fish, and rather suspected Wil might be plotting getting them for his ‘birthday’. Toby had insisted if they were going to celebrate such a thing for him, it should be the day Wil woke him up.
His reserved lover had rolled his eyes, but agreed with one of those soft smiles that said he was far happier than he would admit even under extreme pain or duress.
Smiling, Toby moved around the lush garden he and Wil maintained alongside their archive duties. It was more for Wil and Omicron, since as ‘living’ things being constantly on a ship would wear on them. Where the ceiling wasn’t glass, lights shone down artificial sunlight. It helped to relax and unwind, keep mental faculties from breaking down, keep up morale and health.
Toby wasn’t ‘living’ in the human sense, but Mistress Jalila had said that only mattered in the sense that humans were close minded idiots about what ‘living’ really meant. If it meant having blood and bone as opposed to machinery, then fine. If it meant thinking and feeling, then Toby was as alive as any close-minded idiot and maybe even more.
The ache he felt thinking of Mistress certainly seemed to say he was alive. Toby ran his fingers gently over the petals of a rose bush. The roses on this one were a creamy pink color, the color of Wil’s cheeks right before they turned red when he was embarrassed by something. Snickering softly, he moved away from the roses and to the center of the garden, a little clearing surrounded by a circle of tiny trees that didn’t seem to mind the limited confines of the ship garden. Wil had said they’d been bred for just such an environment.
He thought this circle would be perfect for a pond, especially with the benches…but such a thing would be hard to maintain on a ship, though certainly not impossible…
Toby shook off the thought. Fish were a…whimsical thing to focus on. Mistress would have said ‘silly.’ Wil had merely smiled in that quiet, gently and fondly amused way of his.
The sound of the elevator chiming caught his attention, but Toby didn’t bother to turn around, instead listening, body thrumming, to the sound of Wil’s boots in the grass, the soft swish of his clothes as he moved, the soft breaths that a moment later fell against the back of his neck right before a warm mouth. Toby leaned back against his lover, humming at the pleasure that rushed through him. Arms wrapped loosely around his waist, caressing and petting.
He turned around and looped his own arms around Wil’s neck, giving him a long, lazy kiss.
Long, long ago he’d had cousins – that’s what Mistress had called them – who had complained of being made so very human. Too much trouble, too much work, just too much. Yet once built so, there was no way to be merely a machine. Many had driven owners to shut them down permanently. The rest had rebelled.
Toby was happy his Mistress had loved him enough to make him so very much human. Had loved him so much she had sent him away, even though it hurt to think of what she’d done to make certain no one found him…
He couldn’t bear the thought of merely functioning. Of serving some cold purpose like the elevator or the computers or even the Sweet Dream. He liked thinking. He loved feeling. Who would want to be functional when such things as kissing existed?
Mistress had once told him upon what she’d initially named him, even though later she’d called him Toby.
To be or not to be.
Toby was glad she’d said the answer had ‘always seemed rather damn obvious.’
The chatter cut off abruptly as he entered the room.
Ian pretendd not to notice, but when he slid his pale blue eyes across each occupant, they guiltily did not look at him. Except the Countess, who glared openly, still miffed Ian had stated flatly that he thought her daughter about as interesting as soured milk. Certainly they both looked as though they drank it for breakfast. As well as lunch, dinner, and right before bed.
He snagged a flute of champagne from a passing waiter, then moved to the bay of windows on the far side of the room, staring out into the dark garden and stiffling a sigh.
Slowly but surely he’d been breaking down his lover’s dratted walls of propriety. He’d been so certain Tobi would come with him tonight. It was just a small soiree…but at the last Tobi had refused, pulled back. Ian could not fathom why. He loved the man, but there were times he wanted to throttle him.
“I could scarcely believe it. Tobias Dering himself. Still a stuffy prick. I’d say worse, even. As if he’s got a leg to stand upon.”
“I never understood where he got that insufferable arrogance of his. Nothing but a servant now, I hear.”
Ian tensed to hear his lover’s name spoken with such familiarity. He looked toward the source – two men as glaringly out of place in the north as he. Even more so, for they had the perpetually tanned skin of those from Tobi’s sunny homeland. He drew close and summoned up a casual, friendly smile. “You know Tobias Dering?”
One of the men snorted softly. “Knew, mayhap.” He looked Ian quickly up and down. “You know the man?”
Ian ignored the question. “You must be recently arrived, my good sirs.”
“Yes, quite so,” the second man replied. “We did not expect to arrive until tomorrow, but weather and luck were with us. A fine place this palace, though it is infernally cold.”
“One gets used to it,” Ian said with a chuckle. “Or finds ways to keep sufficiently warm.”
The first man snickered. “Yes, I’m hoping for some warmth myself.”
“So long as you stay away from Dering. That man makes the snow and ice look positively inviting.” The second man grimaced. “I am surprsied you survived encountering him.”
“Of couse I did. Put the man in his place. So uppity with those manners. All the manners in the world won’t change the fact he’s a disgrace.”
Ian barely resisted the urge to throw his champagne in their faces. “I would hardly say he’s a disgrace. He has tutored some of the finest princesses in three kingdoms, knows the intricat customs and workings of six countries, keeps the politics straight just for fun, is friends with a king and lover to a prince.”
The man laughed, the second one speaking. “Yes, we heard those ridiculous rumors. I would have thought a prince would know better than to believe them. Ol’ Derring was always too big for his britches, and he can’t let go of the fact he and his father were once the finest solicitors in the royal capital. I’m sure he’s just desperate to save what face he can.”
“Ha! What is there left to save? He’s a disgrace. A man with his proclivities was always doomed to fall. Yet they let him tutor these girls. So long as they keep from the sons, eh?” The second man laughed nastily.
Ian saw red. There were reasons Phillip both loved and despaired of him. Still, Phillip would be the first to say the bastards deserved. He had enough presence of mind only to set his champagne flute down before he swung, punching each man hard, hearing bones crunch beneath his fist.
He stood over them, ignoring the gasps and cries.
“I suggest, gentlemen – and I use that term very loosely – that the next time you see fit to gossip like tittering maids, you make certain of who is listening. Do not insult Master Derring again. He is far more a gentlemen, far more a man, than you will ever be.” Turning sharply on his heel, Ian nodded a brief apology to his host and stalked from the room.
Well, that explaind why Tobi had bailed on this soiree. It also explained why he’d been such a thundercloud. He walked quickly toward his suite and threw the door open, slamming it shut behind him and called for Tobi.
The bastard. Where was he now? Probably worrying himself sick over the improriety of being lover to a prince, and how it was hurting Ian.
Of course, if gossip ran the way Ian knew it did, Tobi would be back any moment to—
The door flew open and Ian turned to greet his lover, who was predictably furious.
“Ian! What the devil were you thinking!” Tobi’s pale gray eyes flashed, sparking like silver in sunlight. Drugging. Ian could stare into those eyes all day. Tobi never believed him when he said the man never looked finer than when he lost his temper, his control. The only thing he liked more than Tobi’s eyes sparked with fury was the way they flashed in the heat of passion. “You hit them. Why? You need to learn to think! Those men are important—“
Ian cut him off with a kiss, shoving him back hard against the wall, pressing his tongue deep, sweeping Tobi’s mouth, not gentling it until Tobi moaned into his mouth and fingers dug into his shoulders. “They’re nothing except bastards who insulted you. I’m not sorry and you’re not going to yell at me for it, Tobi.”
“Yes, I am, you insufferable royal,” Tobi said, eyes sparking anew. “Just ignore them.”
“Take your own advice,” Ian retorted. “You said you’d go with me tonight; instead you ran and hid. Why? We could have faced them together and put them neatly in their place. Are you ashamed of us? Is that why you never go anywhere with me?”
“Bastard,” Tobi hissed, and stepped hard on his toes, making Ian grunt. “Don’t try to accuse me of something so stupid. Get this through your head. You are a prince. A highly respected one even if you are insufferable and arrogant and thickheaded. I am a lowly tutor, and one tolerated only because I am good at what I do and no one will risk angering you. Were we ever to return to my homeland, I would be turned away at every door. Yes, I saw them earlier in the day. They are here to renegotiate trade relations. It was a good chance to begin workng on such things for your brother.” Tobi made a face. “If I had gone, I would lost my temper with them.” He glared at Ian. “Just because you refuse to consider such things, Ian, does not mean I do not consider them.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “Ridiculous. If you had come, I would have been too busy attempting to get you out into the garden to have my wicked way. Then no one would have lost their temper, I might have been encouraged to work after a pleasant romp in the garden, and even now I could have you naked on our bed instead of arguing with you yet again.”
Tobias glared at him, but Ian could see the way the color of his eyes shifted slightly from sparking to shining. Yes. “Then it is a good thing I did not go, for the very last thing you needed was to be caught debauching your tutor in the garden.”
“You are my lover, not my tutor, and I think it would have done the Countess and her daughter good to catch me debauching you.” Ian carressed Tobi’s cheek, his lips. “I do wish you would stand with me, Tobi. All this nonsense would vanish against a strong, united front.” He let his hand slide away and bundled Tobi close against him, planting a quick, hard kiss to frowning, nigh on pouting, lips. “I love you, Tobi. I want us to stand together. Surely you know I won’t abandon you.” Which he knew was Tobi’s greatest fear, though the man would never admit it.
Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and Ian took the unspoken invitation, leaning down to take the brandy-soaked mouth offered up to him, tasting and claiming, drugging himself on the hot, heady taste of his proper but oh so passionate lover. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses along Tobi’s jaw, down to his throat, tearing away the neckcloth that impeded him. “Come with me next time, Tobi. Please.”
“You’re a bloody prat,” Tobi protested, but moaned with his next breath.
Ian chuckled and kissed him again, fingers moving to get rid of obstructing clothes. “It’s why you love me and I know it. Come with me, next time and every time after that. Please?” He kissed Tobi softly, throwing the man off. “Because you love me?”
“Cheater,” Tobi said, but the way he leaned in, begging silently for another kiss, told Ian he’d finally won. “No more punching people, Ian.”
Ian smirked. “I won’t need to with you there to put them in their place, because I know you will.”
“If only I could figure out how to put you in your place,” Tobi retorted.
“My place is with you, and your place is with me, and the only other place I want to discuss our being is bed.”
Tobi pinched him, and glared, but the silver shine to his eyes said more clearly than words that Ian had well and truly won the war. “Then take me there before I remember I was going to make you sleep alone the rest of the week.”
Laughing, Ian kissed him again and did as he was told.
And there is one more Kidnapped verse that I seem to be missing, hmmm.
