"No, not at all," he says. Percy stays where he is as Essek lifts himself up and away; only when his husband is clear does he sit up more. He can't help but drink in the sight of his mate, ruffled and sated and wearing his clothes in such away that accentuate the evidence of his pregnancy. Percival can't think about any of that too long or he might lose himself again.

"I will be here, awaiting your call."

Slowly, Percy stands again and manages to straighten his own clothes. Essek's scent is all over him, and it will haunt him for the rest of the day. He suspects Essek will be pleased with that.

"Will I see you for dinner?"