The bonus of being exclusive was that it meant you had free reign to celebrate that exclusivity, and usually by overzealous fucking that lasted into the wee morning hours. Which was exactly what Pete was doing, thank you, and the first six times the phone rang he hadn't been allowed to leave the confines of the rumpled sheets. In the warm and cosy bed of his townhouse, clothes strewn about and they'd started in the shower, ending up here -
There went the mobile again.
Finally, he disentangled himself from the redhead sharing his bed and fumbled for the annoying thing that was vibrating on the floor. "What is it, Vakarian? I thought we all decided we'd not mock this day for once."