"My workshop?" Percy asks, naked hope in his voice. Embarrassing though it may be, having the offer extended is nearly as arousing as that kiss. He's been laboring under the assumption that he'll be waiting until he's walking without a cane, if ever.
If not for the fact of her hand at his jaw, he'd be tempted to get up and hobble over to the stack of sketches he's left on a side table. With only an hour to spare, he won't get far, but he can make plans - and when they go down there, he won't waste time deciding just where to start. But he's not about to give up Vex's touch for the sake of daydreaming, particularly not when she's giving him that look.
When she delivers her final pronouncement, he grins. A merciful wife, Vex'ahlia, even as she drives a hard bargain. "You'd want me there anyway."
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Date: 2025-01-17 04:35 am (UTC)If not for the fact of her hand at his jaw, he'd be tempted to get up and hobble over to the stack of sketches he's left on a side table. With only an hour to spare, he won't get far, but he can make plans - and when they go down there, he won't waste time deciding just where to start. But he's not about to give up Vex's touch for the sake of daydreaming, particularly not when she's giving him that look.
When she delivers her final pronouncement, he grins. A merciful wife, Vex'ahlia, even as she drives a hard bargain. "You'd want me there anyway."