Between Wolves & Doves

Chapter 39 Partings

*Jomar ships the hell outta this*

The sudden creak of a rusty old luggage hinge brought Kylo rousing to life midway through a particularly ungainly snore.

The sound startled him.

His body jerked up where he lay on the bed. Splayed across it entirely, clad in just his his nightshirt that fell down and open wide over his chest. The lacings loosened. Hem of it riding up his thighs. His nightshirts are all so comically short on his massive frame.

The downy pillows behind him rumpled and shifted as he raised his head. The room is dim and he turns his head to see Iris curled up cutely, nestled onto the pillow near his. Hands slanted flat under her face, tucked under the pillow as she slumbers deeply. Not woken by his stirring.

The sweat cradled in the divot of his collarbone indicated he'd been resting deeply. It sheens on his brow in the low light and he noticed the demon sized space in the covers behind Iris is remarkably empty.

A sheet of white silk he can see facing away from him. Across the dim red of the dark bedchamber. Where Kylo dropped his luggage trunk earlier, thats where Draegan is now. Knelt on the floor in front of the leather case. Gently pushing the lid not quite closed on its jumbled contents.

He hears the rustling of bedcovers and looks over to where Kylo is sat up looking across at him. Hair a swirled dark mess, and little drips of sweat sliding down over his cold chest, in the valley of his breastbone.

Draegan thinks he looks insanely irresistible when he's only just awakened. He looks grumpily ursine. Thighs splayed out on the bed where he sleeps like the densest rock with his limbs strewn every which way. Trying to wake his slumbering vampire has always been a challenge.

Kylo finds his piercing blue gaze. His curious frown of enquiry carries across the dark room. Draegan smiles back and rises graceful and slow back to the full authority of his vast height. His gown shimmers down his back as finely as his hair does. That ever steady and fine wall of ivory silk. Never a strand out of place.

"I took pity on your hideous mood of earlier." Draegan smiles at his lover. Gliding across to where the fire languished sluggish in the hearth.

Going for a drink that sat in a decanter on the walnut dresser by the door. Amber glowing fire shrouding him. Crackling snapping low as the velvet black night drew on. Kylo leans across and kisses Iris's forehead sweetly. Pulling covers up over her shoulders and slipping out of bed himself.

Draegan has already poured him and Kylo a drink of the dark ruby wine left in the crystal decanter. Dripping a silky thick measurement of the Argentinian wine into the two glass goblets on the silver tray. Kylo can almost taste the notes of it already; brambles and sweet, underlined with a rich taste of dried figs and spice.

He lumbers across, and gladly takes the glass from his offered hand. Thanking him and taking a lazy sip. They both do. Stood by the two red armchairs posed on the Aubusson rug, placed in front of the mantel.

Kylo looks across the dim dark of his room, peering though the ajar lid of the case, to see a neatly organised trunk of his belongings. All folded and ready for the morning. Right down to the pair of boots and the pile of clothes left pressed and out by the chaise. Ready for him to slip into in a few hours time when dawn starts to slash its light across the sky.

"You do love me-" He comments. Smirking at the demon opposite. Draegan holds his wine by his side as he steps close and slips his warm hand around the back of Kylo's neck. Grants him a slow kiss. Addictive lips pressing to his mouth in indolent pleasure.

When he pulls back - rudely early - he speaks against Kylo's lips. "Was my love for you ever seriously in any doubt?" He whispers against their spit wet lips. Bliss still thrumming in their veins as they entwined together.