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[dohaeras]

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[dohaeras]

... 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.

[callmeadar]

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.

[dohaeras]

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.

[callmeadar]

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.

[dohaeras]

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. ]

[callmeadar]

[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.]

[dohaeras]

[ 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.

[callmeadar]

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.]

[dohaeras]

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

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

[callmeadar]

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.]

[dohaeras]

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.

[callmeadar]

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.]

[dohaeras]

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.

[callmeadar]

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.

[dohaeras]

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.

[callmeadar]

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.]

[dohaeras]

Do not tease me so much next time.

[ Such a stealthy thief, all for a book! He is curious, though ... ]

You don't like my books on philosophy, what do you read?

[callmeadar]

You were ashamed well before I stole the book from you. [He reminds him, tilting his head to press a playful kiss to the tip of his nose.]

Here? Not so much. There were books on war that seemed intriguing. A few poetry books almost worth the paper they were written on.

[dohaeras]

... Mmm.

[ He extricates himself by clambering over Adar to find his bag on the floor and rifling around in it. When he levies back up, he offers him a book by someone called Sun Tsu, The Art Of War. ]

You might like this then, in that case.

[callmeadar]

You would have a book about war tucked in the same bag I assume you had your little romance novel hidden in. [He looks like he might laugh, but only because he is beyond fond of him. He takes the book but sets it aside so he can drag him into a kiss.]

[dohaeras]

It is not mine, I only ... !

[ Mrrpghh mghh mmm. Never mind what he only did, then. Kisses are better, a much nicer reason to playfight his way into dragging Adar over in return, refusing to be tugged about. No, you come here. So much bullying going on in their bed. ]

[callmeadar]

[Is it bullying if he is willing? Because he is, and wants only to touch his husband without much care about who came to whom or how they entangled themselves just so long as they did. His tongue teases his lips as his hand cups his face to keep him close.]

[dohaeras]

[ Arms wrapping around Adar, he surges up to steal a lurid kiss that claims his husband's teasing tongue in sweeping licks. Every hum travels up from his chest, the graze of his aquiline nose on a cheek as he adjusts the angle a lazy treat just to feel the way Adar matches him. ]

I will ... read to you ... [ a murmured, smirking threat in between kisses, ] every night ... until you like it.

[callmeadar]

Mmmn... a terrible fate. [Who was to say he wouldn't claim to not like it to just get more of these quiet hours together? He did not much care what Aemond spoke of so long as he did, the sound of his voice both alluring and a comfort to the old elf.]

What will you read to me?

[dohaeras]

Philosophy.

[ He is cruel. ]