Percy resists the urge to sigh as Essek maintains his annoyance. He nuzzles against his husband's damp hair and slides an arm around his waist.
"I can't imagine," he murmurs. "When you are so subtle in your displeasure."
His fingers stroke over the belt of the robe. Essek's ability to manage haughtiness in any situation does not surprise him, and, oddly enough, he finds that rather attractive, too. He knows that his husband has a fine appreciation for his own ability to deploy snobbery with a cutting edge when the occasion calls for it. A nightmare for anyone who crosses them.
But right now, it's just the two of them, and it's going to be just the two of them for another few days at least.
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"I can't imagine," he murmurs. "When you are so subtle in your displeasure."
His fingers stroke over the belt of the robe. Essek's ability to manage haughtiness in any situation does not surprise him, and, oddly enough, he finds that rather attractive, too. He knows that his husband has a fine appreciation for his own ability to deploy snobbery with a cutting edge when the occasion calls for it. A nightmare for anyone who crosses them.
But right now, it's just the two of them, and it's going to be just the two of them for another few days at least.