Book Smart

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"Hey... Silas?" Saying his name out loud feels foreign and strange when not it's just the two of us... But right now I want Silas himself, not my doting Daddy that only ever wants to spoil me and keep me safe and all to himself... I just want my mate's attention and just like I think it will, the use of his actual name instead of the nickname we both love so much gives me his undivided attention as we sit here in the back yard where the front porch used to be on my blanket in the lush green grass, the shirt he had been wearing now currently shielding me from being peeped on in only my undies by anyone who decides to drop by unannounced. 

"Are you okay, Baby? Are you uncomfortable?" It's funny how his first thought is always about my comfort and whether or not I'm alright... Well... Not funny... More like charming and sweet just like the rest of him. 

"I'm fine... I just.. I wanted to say thank you. This is really special, and I know it must have taken a lot of work to set up and I want you to know that I really appreciate i-" I barely get to finish my sentence before I find myself pulled from where I had been snuggled up tucked under his arm beside him onto his lap, his legs splaying themselves so I'll be a little bit comfier as his lips find mine effectively cutting off the rest of what I was going to say.

I don't ever verbalize it enough how much I love it when he does stuff like this for me... Any other guy who took it upon himself to go through so much effort for their significant other would most likely expect to get laid at some point during the day as a thank you... And honestly, if he had asked for it I don't think I would have hesitated to get down on my knees and give him a very enthusiastic thank you using my mouth... But my Silas had done all of this without even thinking about sex... He didn't do it to get laid... He did it just to see me smile after we both had such a bad afternoon yesterday because he loves me. 

And with the passion he puts into moving his mouth against mine to silence the sweet words I know he appreciates hearing I know he knows I love him too.

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Silas
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My sweet Princess really is too sweet for words... Always thanking me when really he should probably still be mad at me for treating him so roughly yesterday. It takes a moment for me to remind myself that we currently can't take things any further than just expressing our love for each other through a tight embrace and shared kisses, my face immediately getting buried in his beautiful neck so I can groan over how badly I want him and how just my self imposed punishment is before answering the words that really had been about to make me get teary all over again, "You don't have to thank me, Beautiful... I'd do this every day for you if I could."

And I would... I'm more than willing to put up with Casper's stupid 19th-century jokes and the elaborate pranks that he and his nephew pull whenever they're in the same vicinity as each other... One of the reasons that so many of the rose petals ended up on the floor instead of the arrangements that they had been in when the two of them first arrived... Fucking flower cannons...I would put up with all of the craziness and the burning stench of the magic that had been necessary to transform our home for the day... All to watch him run around in his favorite book pointing out all of the spots where his favorite scenes took place... To hear him spout off random facts he learned about Scotland itself due to his love of the book and desire to know more about the place the novel took place in...To get to watch him go quiet as he runs his fingers over the groove in the wall from when Emory threw the rocking chair in his frustration over being unable to tell Flinn how he feels... To witness him become emotional over the way he remembers being so rocked by the fictional character's pain of just wanting to be anyone other than who he actually was so that he could love his little wolf as freely as he so desperately needed to as we retraced the steps of their romance... I would love to go through it all all over again just to see him all smiley and giggling over getting to watch the chicken from his favorite book be morons and try to peck the edges of our blanket to death as we relax before heading back inside to figure out what we're going to have for lunch and hopefully plan something other than stuffed sheep stomach for dinner... Maybe a delivery of pizza would break the enchantment of our midcentury novel reenactment... But I have a feeling it might suit our taste buds just a bit better than the traditional Scottish delicacy... Maybe it would taste good if it were made by someone who has actually made it before, but as an amateur who barely cooked for himself before my Sweetheart came along I doubt I have the skills needed to actually pull it off.  

"You don't have to do this every day... I just want to make sure that you know I think you're amazing even on days when you don't do something like this... I just want you to know that I do appreciate you, Silas..." I don't mean to cock an eyebrow at my precious Bean over the second use of my actual name instead of what he should be calling me, but when I'm answered with a sweet giggle and a nuzzle from my Angel I don't bother stopping myself when I go to correct him.

"Daddy."

"I appreciate you, Daddy... Now come on... I think that black chicken is the one that bit Emory and he keeps sizing up my toes."

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**The cover art for The Highlander's Charm has been posted to my new official FB page- the link can be found in my bio if you are interested in getting a first look at it.