Post by The Jenn on Nov 7, 2007 20:48:49 GMT -5
((So Fino likes to poke me when I'm supposed to be doing other things and shove juicy little things like this at my head. I am powerless to resist. I just usually don't write them out. XD Heh.))
Fino felt like a snake that had just eaten a nest of soft, fresh, deliciously juicy eggs. The morning had gone remarkably well, all things considered, even with a long stint of court. Everything seemed better with his sister 'disposed of' and the weight of her existence no longer pressing on the back of his mind nonstop. He had given rewards nearly a week and a half ago, the sparrow seeming pleased if startled by his sudden Kinghood.
Pravus's reaction had been quite satisfactory. It probably would have been better had he not been fighting to stay on his feet with a rather nasty set of burns. They weren't as bad as they could be, not the worst burns he'd seen by far, but Temmin had told him they would take perhaps three weeks to properly heal. It had been two and a few days, long enough for the facts of the feline's new status as his King to sink in. He was still partially confined in his movements by the doctor, but those restrictions would be lifting very soon. During the convalescence, Fino had refrained from any sort of physical contact, not wanting to injure any further in his congratulations despite himself. He knew he would and healing was needed, not more harm.
But... for the moment he was bored, and happy, and actually didn't have a headache, which was perhaps the nicest present he'd been given since his sister appeared in Bernard's study. He felt the need to share this rare pleasure.
He reached for the knob to Pravus's new suite and turned it very slowly. The rooms were smaller than his and Bernard's, which were Queen-sized, but otherwise quite respectable, consisting of an antechamber, bedroom, and ambiguous 'third room' to be converted into whatever the inhabitant wished. Being so new, their tenant had yet to personalize them. He didn't want to be noticed quite yet and so opened the door carefully, looking inside.
Pravus was awake, standing, and in shirtless human form. How very convenient. He looked at the burns sweeping across the distorted back, still red but well on their way to recovery. They would be fine to touch, so long as he didn't press too hard. Even if he did, there probably wouldn't be a word of complaint, just a few delicious little noises and mewls in the back of the feline's throat. He rather liked those.
With quiet steps that could no doubt still be heard, he approached and circled around behind, reaching out hands to hold leather-clad hips still while his mouth leaned close to one ear. He very carefully avoided touching the sensitive back with its alien spine. "It's good to see you up and moving," he murmured, tongue reaching out to flick lightly at the tempting ear before withdrawing. "I was worried I wouldn't be able to welcome you to Court properly for a little while longer, but if you're feeling a bit better... I suppose I could be persuaded to extend my congratulations now."
Hearing no words of protest, he very slowly pressed himself against the warm, ridged back as best he was able. It felt good against his perpetually chilled body, autumn easily sapping the warmth from him. He moved to suck on one ear, lightly pressing with teeth as a long-fingered hand moved up to caress that flat, tense stomach. A shiver against him, unavoidable with the difference in temperature and soft brush of fingers, made him bite harder. He wanted to hear one of those lovely sounds. He wanted to play...
Fino felt like a snake that had just eaten a nest of soft, fresh, deliciously juicy eggs. The morning had gone remarkably well, all things considered, even with a long stint of court. Everything seemed better with his sister 'disposed of' and the weight of her existence no longer pressing on the back of his mind nonstop. He had given rewards nearly a week and a half ago, the sparrow seeming pleased if startled by his sudden Kinghood.
Pravus's reaction had been quite satisfactory. It probably would have been better had he not been fighting to stay on his feet with a rather nasty set of burns. They weren't as bad as they could be, not the worst burns he'd seen by far, but Temmin had told him they would take perhaps three weeks to properly heal. It had been two and a few days, long enough for the facts of the feline's new status as his King to sink in. He was still partially confined in his movements by the doctor, but those restrictions would be lifting very soon. During the convalescence, Fino had refrained from any sort of physical contact, not wanting to injure any further in his congratulations despite himself. He knew he would and healing was needed, not more harm.
But... for the moment he was bored, and happy, and actually didn't have a headache, which was perhaps the nicest present he'd been given since his sister appeared in Bernard's study. He felt the need to share this rare pleasure.
He reached for the knob to Pravus's new suite and turned it very slowly. The rooms were smaller than his and Bernard's, which were Queen-sized, but otherwise quite respectable, consisting of an antechamber, bedroom, and ambiguous 'third room' to be converted into whatever the inhabitant wished. Being so new, their tenant had yet to personalize them. He didn't want to be noticed quite yet and so opened the door carefully, looking inside.
Pravus was awake, standing, and in shirtless human form. How very convenient. He looked at the burns sweeping across the distorted back, still red but well on their way to recovery. They would be fine to touch, so long as he didn't press too hard. Even if he did, there probably wouldn't be a word of complaint, just a few delicious little noises and mewls in the back of the feline's throat. He rather liked those.
With quiet steps that could no doubt still be heard, he approached and circled around behind, reaching out hands to hold leather-clad hips still while his mouth leaned close to one ear. He very carefully avoided touching the sensitive back with its alien spine. "It's good to see you up and moving," he murmured, tongue reaching out to flick lightly at the tempting ear before withdrawing. "I was worried I wouldn't be able to welcome you to Court properly for a little while longer, but if you're feeling a bit better... I suppose I could be persuaded to extend my congratulations now."
Hearing no words of protest, he very slowly pressed himself against the warm, ridged back as best he was able. It felt good against his perpetually chilled body, autumn easily sapping the warmth from him. He moved to suck on one ear, lightly pressing with teeth as a long-fingered hand moved up to caress that flat, tense stomach. A shiver against him, unavoidable with the difference in temperature and soft brush of fingers, made him bite harder. He wanted to hear one of those lovely sounds. He wanted to play...
. . . I can not properly express my love for you X3
