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[alignmyheart]

[art by aliensfirst.]

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[graviturgy]

There's a soft hum from Essek at the scrape of teeth against his hip, and a gentle tremor through his body as their eyes meet this way. His hand lifts to cup Percival's cheek fondly as the other continues to scratch through his hair. That grin is handsome and endearing. In his husband's face he can see hope and excitement and love and reverence, and that is only on the surface. So many reasons to be glad he's chosen this path.

"I expect no less, as I will be the one doing all of the work," he teases, smiling just enough for a glimpse at his fangs.

But he can't let such a provocative (and entertaining) comment pass without remark. "Every room, dear one? Ambitious, even for you." He isn't arguing. In fact, he finds it charming. Trust Percival to make a bold claim to assure him of his continued desire.

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"I am an ambitious man, Essek Thelyss," he murmurs. Percy gets his arm around Essek's hips. "And I adore you."

And he's a very determined man when he wants to be, which his husband has surely seen glimpses of by this point. He leans into Essek's touch, seeking that affection as they lay quietly, recovering and enjoying the quiet between taking care of Essek's urgent needs.

It occurs to him that he should probably rest when he can, otherwise Essek will have an attentive-but-cranky alpha on his hands.

[graviturgy]

That very ambition and determination is part of what Essek so loves and admires about his husband. It had drawn him in from the beginning, and to have it focused on him is a heady thing. He smiles to himself, preening a little with the praise and attention, and pushes his fingers deeper into Percy's hair, scraping with more pressure before he allows them to slip away entirely.

"Come here," he says, and pats the bed beside him. "As good as you look down there, I want to hold you."

Essek is thinking similarly. There is no telling how long these lulls will last, and Percival should take advantage of the opportunity to regain his strength--and stamina. The only thing that is certain is that Essek will need him again, and he doesn't wish to wear his poor mate down.

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Percy tips his head down to press a parting kiss to Essek's hip, then slowly climbs back up the bed. He draws his husband into his arms and into a kiss. The scent of his mate is still intoxicating and he wants to bury his face against Essek's neck.

"Wake me when you need me, darling" he murmurs, allowing himself to feel tired. Changing back from a wolf always takes it out of him, and going straight from that to Whitestone and a mate still in heat... Can anyone blame him? Percy shifts so that he can drag a blanket over them, determined to keep Essek warm.