09-08-2016, 04:54 AM
"You certainly are", Vex agreed with a soft groan as his mate wiggled. "And you do,always. But if you're trying to say you promise to tease me later, I may have to rent a room, just so we can...sort it out", he hissed a bit as Nash shifted again and gently smacked his thigh.
"Seriously, my rose, if you keep moving about, I'm bound to take you here and now. So behave", he chastised without any real meaning, as he buried his face into his lovers sweet smelling hair.
He hummed in approval as Nash's hand joined his own on the red heads belly. He wanted nothing more then to complete their bond, their marriage, but he also knew that Nash wasn't yet comfortable leaving his parents alone.
But he baby inside him, well that was a bond they would share forever.
"I'll keep an eye on Sonata because you ask, love. But I do think Sona can take care of himself".
As if to prove his point, two patrons spoke up, one more directed at the newcomer, another a slight against the spiders honor, or lack thereof, as the case seemed to be.
Quick as the arachnids they were claimed to be intuned to, Sonata had reared his hand back and struck. The man went silent, and the others continued on as if nothing were amiss.
"He'll be fine once the venom wears off and he wakes... If he wakes", Sonata added as an afterthought and shrug. He watched the man pull out a gold coin and his eyes widened slightly.
"How have you come by gold in these parts?", he questioned softly, as he reached out to pick up the cool metal, holding it between pale slender fingers.
He glanced back up at the man, and smiled. "This will get you room and board for a week...", he said and reached out his free hand to brush against the man's silver strands. "But I confess that I still prefer silver to gold", he pulled his hand back and bent to place the coin under the counter as he pulled out a key.
"The room is up the stairs, at the end of the hall. It is the best here besides my own, and it has its own personal tub as well", he explained, placing the key onto the counter.
He watched the man as he continued to ask questions, his own eyes searching for any tell, any story of who or what this man may be.
"Would you prefer your food bought to your room, or would you rather eat down here? Do you prefer hot baths or cold, and would you like oil massaged into your skin afterward, or not at all? Never let it be said, that Sonata Nightcourt isn't a gracious host", he grinned.
"Seriously, my rose, if you keep moving about, I'm bound to take you here and now. So behave", he chastised without any real meaning, as he buried his face into his lovers sweet smelling hair.
He hummed in approval as Nash's hand joined his own on the red heads belly. He wanted nothing more then to complete their bond, their marriage, but he also knew that Nash wasn't yet comfortable leaving his parents alone.
But he baby inside him, well that was a bond they would share forever.
"I'll keep an eye on Sonata because you ask, love. But I do think Sona can take care of himself".
As if to prove his point, two patrons spoke up, one more directed at the newcomer, another a slight against the spiders honor, or lack thereof, as the case seemed to be.
Quick as the arachnids they were claimed to be intuned to, Sonata had reared his hand back and struck. The man went silent, and the others continued on as if nothing were amiss.
"He'll be fine once the venom wears off and he wakes... If he wakes", Sonata added as an afterthought and shrug. He watched the man pull out a gold coin and his eyes widened slightly.
"How have you come by gold in these parts?", he questioned softly, as he reached out to pick up the cool metal, holding it between pale slender fingers.
He glanced back up at the man, and smiled. "This will get you room and board for a week...", he said and reached out his free hand to brush against the man's silver strands. "But I confess that I still prefer silver to gold", he pulled his hand back and bent to place the coin under the counter as he pulled out a key.
"The room is up the stairs, at the end of the hall. It is the best here besides my own, and it has its own personal tub as well", he explained, placing the key onto the counter.
He watched the man as he continued to ask questions, his own eyes searching for any tell, any story of who or what this man may be.
"Would you prefer your food bought to your room, or would you rather eat down here? Do you prefer hot baths or cold, and would you like oil massaged into your skin afterward, or not at all? Never let it be said, that Sonata Nightcourt isn't a gracious host", he grinned.