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[That just allows Adar to stand still and properly browse the curious case of Aemond's arousal.]

I could help you finish. [He says, looking up at him over the book in question, amusement curling the corners of his mouth.] As many times as you like, my love...

[ He walks forward, intending to pluck that book free of those thieving hands. ]

Unless your name is Lord Vordreth, I think I will have my book back.

[Nope. This time he doesn't walk away but he does stop him with one very gentle but firm hand in the centre of his chest.]

You do not wish to be... hmm... pressed into a wall by your very own elf, then? That's a shame.

He stole the other from his village and imprisoned him in his dark forest palace, they were fighting. Do not spoil it, I need to read the rest!

[ It looks so idiotic, the way he leans all his weight against that immoveable hand and just. Tilts. ]

There is an elf in this room who will know what it is to be barred from his own bedroom, in a minute, if he does not quit.

The Sindar had one of those. In the tradition of all shitty men, he was a great smith. [It really was a theme. Aulë might not have personal ambitions but everyone who took after him seemed to.

Once Adar has skimmed through enough of the book to get the general... theme, shall we say, he hands it back to his waiting husband who was doing his best to move his arm and failing.]

As you like. But I know you desired more than words when I came in and you hid them as though it was shameful.

It is.

[ Shameful, to read such nonsense. Aemond takes his book back and steps in to kiss Adar, huffing his annoyance but still leaning into the list of his body. ]

Once you have bathed I will let you know the likely ratio of young men spreading their legs for their elven lovers, if I read enough chapters by then.

If a healthy libido and a curious mind are shameful then you are already doomed, Vanimelda. [he gets in before they kiss, his hands coming to cradle his love's face, calloused thumbs brushing over his jaw.]

Mmm. If that is what you would prefer... You know where to find me if you change your mind. [Another kiss and then Adar slips out of his grasp and off towards the door to go and get fresh clothes and run a bath for himself.]

[ Adar is competing against Aemond's first love, that of books, and since Aemond knows he is getting an elf in his bed either way he promptly returns to his nest and settles down to devour more of the tale.

Ah, Alyn conceals a knife for days! He never stabs Vordreth, who saves him from a lake of dead souls ... and then there is a ball where they are denounced before the entire court, imagine that! Aemond is fixated on where their relationship is going when Adar returns. He has slumped onto his front and has a pillow under his chin, the smutty novel so close to his nose it almost touches as he turns the pages. Without looking up, he says by way of a welcome, ]

Can you conjure mist and make trees talk?

[ Weird shit is going down with the imaginary elf. ]

[Adar gives him a fair while, since he had stirred him up and the mysterious shame would need time to cool off. Also because the bath is hot and he has no great and pressing need to leave it when he knows if Aemond is left wanting in the meanwhile it is only his own fault.

Plus in truth he aches and heat is the only balm he has found even after all these years.

When he returns his hair is still wet, though wrung out, and he is dressed loosely in comfortable slacks and a tunic that is long enough to fall below his hip.]

You do not have to make trees talk, they just know how. [He shrugs.] I am not a conjurer, though.

... That is an unnerving thing to know about trees.

[ Thanks so much, babe. Not freaked out by that at all. ]

Come here, [ he pats the bed beside him, facing the wrong way on it where he reads but spares a glance for the pleasantly damp figure now taking up space in their room, ] lie beside me, there has been an attack. I have to finish.

Why is it unnerving? You did ask... [Humans. Loving one didn't make them make much more sense, unfortunately.

Adar steps closer and sits on the bed beside him, brushing an errant strand of hair back behind his ear before he lays down as well, resting on his side.]

Do not allow me to keep you from your battle.

No, no, [ Adar must now know the entire plot, ] the elves keep the city of the humans safe behind a wall from the vampires, every few years they ask a tithe of new mates to be granted. The blonde on the cover is one of them but he is being attacked by the mate of one of the other elves, and I do not know why.

I imagine because jealousy is a beast of a thing, whether earned or not. [He had quite a lot of experience with that sort of anger set against him.]

But as I said, I dare not keep you from this discovery.

Stay with me.

[ He wraps an arm around Adar and curls up on his chest, tongue poking out in concentration as he reads there. He brings the book closer when the fight is happening and his heartbeat kicks up when Vordreth saves Alyn from being throttled, tucking him into bed and helping him drink a glass of water, the description of which has Aemond curling closer to Adar. ]

[He was hardly going to leave him, but regardless the choice is made for him as Aemond adds him to the pillows on the bed and continues to read his book. Adar watches him through half-shuttered eyes and rests comfortably there, listening to him get excited. He strokes his hands over him, waiting and patient for this Most Important Book to end or for Aemond to tire of waiting, the latter of which didn't seem likely given how entranced he was.]

[ And Alyn only once more thinks of stabbing Vordreth before falling asleep holding his hand ... How romantic.

Aemond folds his corner in the book before tossing it aside and slumping on his own elf. ]

If our marriage is annulled by magic or trickery, you have my permission to kidnap me anywhere you please.

I would not have needed permission. You are mine, Aemond. Body and soul. I would not let someone part us. [he says, carding his fingers through the pale golden hair he loves so much.]

[ Reassured, he lifts his head to bestow a soft kiss, smiling into it. ]

You are better than any book, better than anything ever written.

Yet I seemed to be of less interest than your mist-conjuring imagined elf... [He says, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips after the first, not offended exactly, but certainly, a little amused and baffled by it.]

You cannot be jealous of a story.

[ He wraps his arms around him and snuggles in with his apology made physical, nuzzles up to a ragged pointed ear and kisses along a jaw, his hand sweeping over a tunic's chest. ]

I am only reading it because I missed you, Adar.

I am not. But you did act like I had caught you with a person and not a book when I came home, and I think might have tossed me into the wall to gain it back if you could have. [He says, not upset really, but still quite mystified by the entire encounter. It wasn't as though Aemond wasn't allowed his filthy book choices.

He hums a soft sigh of contentment at the kisses and touches.]

It's embarrassing, [ hiding his face in the curve of Adar's neck, ] to be caught reading about ... someone like you. Like some sort of fetish.

If that is all it takes then most of the library is forbidden from me, for it is largely about humans. [And dragon or not, Aemond was deeply human. He could not help it, and Adar usually quite enjoyed it.]

I do not mind if you prefer elves. It is not as though I fear competition. Especially from a book that cannot touch you as I do.

I am a married man, you are hardly going to see me running off with one of the elves at the castle.

[ He scoffs at the idea, leaning up on a bent arm to kiss his way into a burned hairline, nosing a scarred temple. Not once has Aemond ever shied away from Adar's body in favour of the prettier, vapid creatures flitting vainly about the corridors. ]

As you say, a book is a book.

You were hardly running off with them even before that. [No, Aemond had found his personal interest almost as soon as he saw Adar and he had as far as Adar knew, stuck to it pretty firmly until good sense lost out and Adar also admitted to the desire burning in his chest. A soft, pleased sigh escapes his lips as Aemond nuzzles along his skin.]

So do not be so ashamed next time. [It makes you easy pickings, sweet love.]

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