Re: Side Rooms Simon/Morgan
Morgan's eyes shifted toward the door, as he heard stirrings on the other side.
"You may not thank me much, after this," he warned Simon. He carefully helped him to his feet, before looking him in the eye.
"I'm going to kiss you now."
The second the words were out of his mouth, Morgan wrapped his arm around Simon, pulling his close and roughly pressing their lips together. He added a slip of tongue, as he heard the door creak inward, and the rough voice of the guard.
"Time's up. I've got to take him back," the man complained, picking the paperwork back up from the table, and glancing down at it. Morgan released Simon, making sure that the slave had his balance. This kiss had been for the sake of the guard, but the Fae couldn't pretend it hadn't had some effect on him.
"No worries. I'm done with him," he said, picking his crop up from the table, and straightening his jacket.