Midnight Snack

quietly, Cain descended the stairs. He looked all around him. The lamps had been turned off. The maids were in bed. Both Mary Weather and Riff had gone to bed.

The conditions were perfect to do a little bit of Pantry Theft.

He smirked to himself, jumping the last two steps because they squeaked. Down the hall, a right turn, and he was in the kitchen. He glanced around again, making sure no one else had the same idea he did. His footfalls were silent. He drew open the pantry door.

There it sat. that last piece of blackberry pie that Riff had told him he would have for dessert tomorrow. But he couldn't wait, had to have that sweet blackberry pie that Riff was an expert at making.

So quietly, he took the pie off the shelf, resisting the childish urge to dig his fingers right into it. He turned, and something brushed against his foot. seconds later, something metal snapped down across his toe, nearly blinding him with pain.

Due to the lack of warning he let out quite the undignified (and loud) yelp. In less than a nanosecond, Riff's hurried footsteps came down the stairs.

"My lord?!" he called, bringing a little with him, finding Cain in the pantry, a mouse trap clamped to his toe, the pie dish still in his hands. He helped Cain into the hall, sitting him down on a chair and easing the mouse trap off. "And what, my lord, were you doing in the pantry so late at night?" he asked, and eyebrow raised.

"Well, about that. I was in the mood for a midnight snack." the count explained, wincing as Riff rubbed his foot to make sure the blood was flowing.

"And you couldn't have called me?" Riff got up, leaving for just a moment to pull a scone and a bit of buttermilk from the pantry (though the cook would probably be irritated that the cream pan had been disturbed...) He hadn't them to his lord, watching him nibble at it.

Well. It wasn't blackberry pie, but it was something. "My toe still hurts." Cain complained, wiggling the aforementioned appendage.

Riff looked at it for a brief moment, before pulling the dainty foot to his lips, kissing it better. "Is it alright now, my lord?"

Cain swallowed the last of his buttermilk to hide his smirk. "I do suppose another kiss would make it much better." Riff kissed his foot again. Cain nodded. "Now, help me upstairs."

When the man servant deposited him in bed, Cain dragged him down too. "Suppose I should need something in the night, and would be unable to get it because of my foot. It's your job to make me comfortable." he sealed the order with an almost bruising kiss to Riff's lips.

"Yes my lord." Riff agreed, slipping out of his house robe and slippers.

And to think. All of this started because Riff told him he was gaining weight, and wouldn't let him eat that last (addictive) piece of black berry pie.

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