Thursday
Who: Jaron and Thorne What: Waking up When: Morning Where: Jaron's suite of rooms at the Luxor Rating: more than likely NC-17 Status: Complete
The slight tinkling of a bell roused the diminutive vampire from his rest. Long lush lashes fluttered open and a pretty little yawn escaped without a small hand rising to cover the action. With a stretch, Jaron pushed a set of manicured toes from beneath the mound of soft billowy covers that almost completed hid him from view. He gave the toes a wiggle then with a shiver at the coolness they found were retreated back into the warmth.
A servant stood inconspicuously beside the wall, a tiny gold bell in his hand, and at sight of the shiver he turned without command to increase the heat within the room. Jaron wasn't effected by the cold but the small beauty did love his luxuries. Warmth made him feel safe and loved.
It was still early in the day, not a time when Jaron needed to be up, but the time had come for his handsome lover to be about his day. With soft prodding and gentle kisses, the tiny vampire burrowed his way under Thorne's arm and began the art of waking the Sanguine childe and Commander of the Peace Keepers.
Jaron disappeared beneath the covers so as not to expose his dearest to the cool morning air within the room and began a torturous series of licks and kisses that began on Thorne's slender but sleekly muscled chest then slowly trailed down to circle around his lover's navel.
"Sugar," Jaron purred in his soft Southern drawl, "as much as you deserve time off for good behavior after the feat you accomplished earlier," he grinned against the cool flesh of his undead lover, "I know your commitment to duty." Nuzzling closer and closer to an appendage that appeared to be awaking as it's owner did.