A fan nmd Jacky: I agree there should be many more Snake stories. I will give your compliments to my RP partner LilyHelsing who RP'ed as Snake for this story.

Other Guest: Thank you! I am very relieved that you can read her accent.


Laire ran inside her skirt clutched in one hand and the chocolate bunny held high in the other. Once she was in her room she threw the bunny on the bed and reaching around unlaced her dress. But her hand brushed against the snake still wrapped around her neck.

"Och Oscar Ah forgot ye were there again. Could ye move Ah need tae undress." The snake agreed and slithered down her arm on to the bed next to the chocolate bunny. As she slipped out of her dress and the hoop skirt Laire remembered what she was going to ask Oscar.

"Oscar, Ah have a question….'tis a bit strange fur me but both ye an' Victor have called me Snake's mate. Ah was wonderin' does he like me then or are ye jist makin' assumptions like mah horses?"

Oscar stood tall at being addressed. Snakes do not make assumptions, they state what is before them. We are many things, but liars we are not.

Laire's heart skipped a beat. They were not making assumptions….did that mean. She crouched by the bed so that she was closer to Oscar's level. "Does 'hat mean-Does 'hat mean Snake does feel 'hat way abowt me?"

Oscar's head bobbed slightly before he voiced his confirmation. Yes, just as you feel that way about him. It takes more than one to be called 'mates'. He said it so calmly that, had he been human, he might have rolled his eyes and tsked afterwards.

Her insides seemed to disappear. "Aye 'hat is true, Ah am attracted tae him. But Ah need more than 'hat….ye see witches when we...mate fur th' first time 'tis supposed tae be forever, we form an unbreakable bond wit' who we first mate wit'...As almost gave 'hat tae th' wrong person afore, he betrayed me Ah canna go through 'hat again….sorry Ah donna know why Ah am tellin' ye this. But please Oscar could ye nay tell Snake, 'hat Ah know or 'hat Ah feel th' same way."

Ah, humans... I will tell Snake that you are his mate. The snake stated calmly, slipping off the bed.

Laire's mouth dropped open in shock. "Nay Oscar Ah said donna tell him!" But her call was too late as the snake was already out the door.

Her face was already red with embarrassment and she ripped the pins out of her hair frustration. She had spent too much time inside she had to leave. Laire would worry about Oscar later. Quickly pulling on her skirt, blouse, and a pair of proper boots Laire ran out the door and back out to the gardens.

Outside she spotted Snake placing dishes on the cart and joined him. "Sorry Ah took so long."

"It's alright, the clean-up has been going smoothly, says Keats." If Oscar had found him and told him already, it didn't show on his face. He added, as if to reinforce that Oscar hadn't whispered to him just yet, "Do you still have Oscar around you, asks Emily?"

Laire gulped at the reminder of Oscar. "Nay he slipped owt while Ah was changin' Ah doona know where he went tae….th' bunny is in mah room we ken share it fur dessert taenight if ye want."

"I would like that...and I'm honored that you would want to share it with me, says Keats." He smiled slightly, the sign that he was joking. Once they had unloaded the dishes in the kitchen, ignoring Bard's glare, he went back outside to help with the table cloths.

Laire stuck her tongue out at Bard as she followed Snake out of the kitchen.

"Hey!" He shouted as she left. "Just remember who cooks your meals."

Outside again Laire and Snake folded the tablecloth while Finny and Meyrin brought in the chairs. Pulling the tablecloth taunt they folded in half widthwise twice and then Laire walked forward folding it lengthwise. Snake took the corners and Laire kneeled to take the bottom and folding it lengthwise again. It was not until the second fold that she realized what her actions resembled. Though it was something that she had only read about and heard Madame Red gossip about the thought still made her blush.

Finally the tablecloth was properly folded and they stood close together while Laire brushed out the wrinkles. "There done," she said with a finally sweep of her hands.

Snake caught the brief glimpse of red on her face before he focused back on the task at hand. She seemed to be matching her hair quite a bit lately. "So what can we do until the others come back from their ride, asks Keats?" He wanted to stay outside with her, to do something. He just wasn't quite sure what.

"Ah donna know…." Running a hand through her hair as she thought and pulled it out quickly. "Owch!"

She had caught it on a pin. "Bloody pins! Ah hate havin' mah hair up. Great. Now Ah am bleedin'."

His attention snapped to Laire when he heard her cry out. Relieved that it was just a hairpin, and trying not to smile, he took her hand and looked at the drop of blood forming from the tip of her finger. "I can look through and remove every pin if you'd like, says Emily." He murmured before patting his pockets. He pulled out a simple handkerchief and pressed it to her finger, drawing the blood until it stopped on its own.

"There, says Keats." Then, after a split second of hesitation, he leaned forward, removing the cloth, and pressed his lips to the tip of her finger.

The breath was drawn out of Laire's lungs when Snake pressed his lips against her finger. She wanted him to pull her in and press another kiss against her lips. Just like he had done before. She wanted to feel those lips, his magic hands, all over her….but she could not. Not until she knew he was the one. That she could trust him. That he would not betray her.

"Thank ye," she replied breathlessly. "Ah would be verra grateful if ye could help tak' them owt."

Releasing her hand, he moved closer and around her. He could feel her body heat from this position and tried to focus on the task at hand - he didn't need to get pricked either. Ignoring how his pulse seemed to speed up, he looked through her locks while letting his fingertips gently run through her curls. He paused the second time, feeling something harder than hair, and pulled one pin out. Then he resumed his ministrations. By the fourth comb through, he found another pin and couldn't help but grin. "You were in a hurry, says Emily." His voice was lowered and his breath hit her ear as he leaned closer unintentionally.

Laire could feel her body relax as Snake ran his fingers through her hair. When he muttered in her ear Laire's body shuddered with repressed desire and she leaned unconsciously back into him.

"A-aye," she croaked. He could do anything he wanted to her right now and she just might not care.

Once he was satisfied that he had gotten all the pins out, he paused. She was relaxed, that much was obvious by how her shoulders were lowered, unguarded. Her breathing too was calmer. He couldn't help it, his fingertips drifted down to her neck, bit by bit.

As Snake's fingertips brushed against the skin of her neck Laire let loose a soft gasp. Her head tilted back allowing his just a bit more access. Breath suddenly uneven Laire's focus was entirely on the pressure against her skin. "S-Snake," she breathed.

She said his name, struggled to speak it at that. He swallowed dryly and opened his mouth to speak, when Keats suddenly wrapped around his hand. Before he could say anything, Keats hissed, his tongue flickering Laire's ear, The others are returning from their ride.

The eyes, which Laire had not even realized she had closed, shot open. Either at the feeling of Keats tongue against the shell of her ear or what he said she was not sure. But not that she was more aware she could indeed hear the sound of hooves approaching and just about to round the corner.

"Thank ye, Snake," she said reluctantly removing herself from his gentle hold. "Ah need tae tak' care of th' horses now. If Ciel doesna need me do ye want tae unsaddle them wit' me?"

At the sound of hooves, he stepped back just enough to not be deemed as inappropriate. "That sounds like a good idea, says Emily." He felt the pair of his friends hide as per norm, just in case the horses still got spooked.

When the party arrived, he walked alongside Laire but couldn't shake the feeling that he should raise his arm, offer her something to lean on. But then, she wasn't in those shoes anymore so she didn't need him.

Black assisted the others in getting off the horse, namely Lady Elizabeth, before turning to the two servants. "I trust everything is clean?"

"Yes, says Emily." Snake nodded once. Really, he just wanted them all gone so he could be alone with Laire once more; her shoulders weren't quite as lowered and calm as before.

Laire helped Lady Elizabeth down from Rachel. "Did ye enjoy yer ride Lady Elizabeth? Donne?"

"Oh yes! Everything is so pretty in bloom and you did such a wonderful job on the horses too they look soo cute!"

Yes, Donne replied as well, I rode in the flowers part of the way. It was pleasant.

"Good, Lady Elizabeth, Paula is in th' kitchen washin' th' dishes wit' Bard. Do ye wish fur me tae fetch her?"

"No, that is fine, I am going to spend some more time with Ciel!"

"Alright, ye have fun an' donna smotha him tae much wit' hugs Ah still need tae get paid."

"I won't!" Lady Elizabeth said with a giggle before running off to be with Ciel and Sebastian. Once everyone had dismounted Laire gathered the reins of the horses and led them towards the stables. Wondering whether Snake would join her or not.

Snake followed without a pause. Truth be told, he was glad they were gone, that he was alone with Laire, and that no one needed him at that moment. He started to unsaddle William, figuring he was the most likely to be 'miserable'. "Did you promise them anything special to get them to stay in these...outfits, asks Emily?"

Laire smiled when she saw Snake following her into the stables. As her unsaddled William she unsaddle Vincent.

"Aye, they got tae sugar cubes fur being good when Ah put them on an' since they have been good all day they get a slice of peppermint each. 'Tis over there on th' table in 'hat small bag if ye wish tae give William his when ye are done."

Although Snake couldn't understand the horses, he could all but guess what William's thoughts were from past experience. Once the saddle and 'outfits' were off, he went to the small bag on the table and took out a piece of peppermint. After he gave it to William, who seemed considerably happier now, he went to repeat the process with Anne.

By the end of it all, he looked over at Laire as she worked on the last horse. It was then that he spotted another familiar friend. Oscar! He walked over to the doors of the stable, allowing Oscar to climb his way up.

The snake relayed a message, repeating what Laire had said - that she was, after a talk with Oscar, Snake's mate. For a moment, he just stared at the snake, as if waiting for the punchline. Snakes don't joke often though.

So he turned to look at Laire, a new look over his face.

Laire was taking off Betsy's outfit. She was the last one and was almost disappointed that the flowers had to be removed.

"The man who rode me was very nice," Betsy told her, "He kept complimenting me and calling my coat beautiful."

"Aye, Prince Soma certainly loves to compliment things. You might have heard but he called me beautiful in that dress and a crime when I am dressed like this."

"Yes, he was complimenting your training skills as well and said that if you must dress like a man to get such excellent results then that is perfectly fine behavior."

Laire stroked Betsy's head. "Och, good job today Betsy, here is yer peppermint."

Holding up the slice Betsy took it gently from her hand. "go an' get some rest now."

"Alright Snake everything here is done fur now…." Her sentence trailed off when she saw Snake staring at her oddly.

Laire's eyes widened just a bit when she saw Oscar. So that was what this was about. That little bugger. "Och ye wee bugga, Ah thought Ah could trust ye nay tae say anythin' an' ye go an' betray me. 'hat is th' last time Ah ever trust ye wit' any information….well say somethin' Snake."

She seemed upset, but not at him. Good. Say something? 'Oh thank goodness you care about me too because I thought I wasn't good enough'? 'So Bard was right after all'? Nothing he could think of was proper, it was all either crude, pitiful, or just the plain wrong thing to say.
Instead, he walked over to her in measured paces and carefully placed his hands on her waist, testing, waiting. When she didn't strike him or step back, he leaned forward and kissed her, this time not to heal but for pleasure.

As Snake approached her Laire felt rooted to the spot. When he put his hands on her waist she felt her body tighten like a coil ready to burst. It seemed like an eon before his head dipped and captured her lips. Her hands slid up his chest to hang on to his shoulders and she stepped into his embrace. She felt him deep the kiss and Laire allowed her eyes to slide shut.
Why had they not done this before?

Suddenly she felt pinpricks at her eyes. She could not risk it again. He might betray her just like Alein did. Just like the villagers did. Laire felt a tear run down her cheek but still she did not break the kiss. She was torn between two emotions: fear and satisfaction.

The sensation of her hand against his chest sent fire through his body. It was a new feeling, one that he didn't want to let go of. To feel her be consumed by him, and vise versa, was overwhelming in itself.

Why hadn't they done this before?

His hand had just started to creep up to her hair when Emily whispered something. He opened his eyes and slowly pulled away albeit reluctantly. "You're crying...says Emily." He whispered as if any loud noise would shatter the moment, destroy the illusion...as if this were all just a dream. Gods, he hoped not.

Her eyes opened as Snake pulled away. At his words a few more tears slid down her cheeks.

"A-Ah canna do this again," she whispered. "Ye are jist goin' tae leave me….Ye are jist goin' tae betray me like Alein did. Ah canna risk mah heart again. It might shatter…."

Laire backed up slowly as she tried to convince herself of her own words. The last two were true but the other two were just fears that she thought might come true.

It was fear, he recognized, as he had felt it and seen it on his own face many a time; this fear, however, was different. Snake didn't know who this...Alein...was...but he could guess what happened. Because she was…

"All...my life...I've never m-met someone...like me. T-talk to animals or...be d-different. But...we are differ-ent, together. S-says myself." His voice trembled from talking so much, but his eyes were fierce and firm. He didn't want to have his friends talk for him, he didn't want to lose that...sincerity.

The sincerity of his words of his eyes was breaking her heart. She could feel the fear bubbling up even more causing more tears to stream down her face. With a sob Laire feel to her knees clutching at her own arms.

"Ah canna risk it but Ah want tae risk," she said in between sobs. "Ye are so kind Snake but ye are just gonna leave when ye find yer friends. Ye will leave me."

His friends...they were to be charged with heinous crimes, ones that he couldn't escape with them even if he tried. Wasn't that the reason, largely, for Smile's hunt? Wasn't that why Smile was at the circus to begin with?

Snake's heart ached to see her cry so brokenly, his strong Scot showing that she was indeed human. He took a step closer but didn't want to risk any further. "We are too similar for me to leave...says Keats." He gave in and took his friend's help, finding his thoughts to be too overwhelming to voice. The man wanted to hold her, to hug her, but...he settled for kneeling before her.

Laire froze at what he said. There were still a few tears leaking down her face but her sobbing had stopped. He would stay for her? He would give up leaving with his friends for her?
"Ye would stay fur me?" She asked softly, hesitantly.

His heart was racing. He felt as if he were walking the highwire, one wrong move and he'd fall to his death. But he felt like he couldn't say the wrong thing if he spoke the truth. "I w-would...says...myself." He breathed, leaning forward ever so slightly.

Was it possible to feel your heart soar and the pit of your stomach drop in dread at the same time? Because that was what Laire was feeling right now.

Time slowed as she reached out her hand and caressed the scales on his face. She pulled herself upright and forward using her hand as an anchor. Laire was a hairsbreadth away from Snake's lips. Looking him in the eyes she felt her heart shake with fear once again but the thought of his words gave her enough courage to push through. With the faintest of Smile Laire kissed him.

His lids fluttered closed at the woman's touch. How often did he endure such gentle caresses, especially the attention to his scales? It wasn't a sick fascination or curiosity how they existed, but rather acceptance of their existence. Then he opened them again, feeling her lean closer.

The kiss consumed him once more. Would every touch be like this, forever? Finally his hand raised and his fingers slid through her locks, having enjoyed the sensation earlier. He then scooted closer, his other hand resting on her knee as he deepened the kiss.

As Snake's fingers laced through her hair Laire moved the hand on his cheek down and around to the back of his neck to where there were more scales. Her eyelids slid shut when he deepened the kiss. She could stay like this forever. Taking the hand he had placed on her thigh Laire moved it up to her waist. Then he rose, taking her with him, so that their chests were brushing against each other. The hand that she had on his own trailed up so that she was clutching his upper arm.

In the background of her awareness she could the horses calling out to her but Laire was too distracted, too wrapped up in her own little world, to care.

When they stood, his legs were wobbly. This was really happening, all of it. His new grip on her waist tightened as he closed his eyes, sliding that hand around her back as hers traveled up his arm. What should he do next? He had seen some people - namely Beast and Joker - kiss before, but what if he did it wrong?

Laire pulled back just a centimeter to reposition their kiss. But that increase of awareness was all she needed to finally hear what the horses were saying.

"Sebastian is coming! Stop your mating Sebastian is coming!"

With a gasp Laire pushed Snake away from her. "Sebastian is coming!" She told him as not to hurt his feelings.

Indeed they had broken apart not a second too late as it was at that moment that Sebastian called out to them.

"Snake. Laire."

"Right here, just putting away the saddles." To make her lie more convincing she grabbed the nearest saddle and carried it to the proper holder.

Snake stumbled back without any sort of grace he had as a snake charmer. It wasn't that her push was so violent or that his limbs so lanky, but that it was unexpected and his legs wobbly. He managed to catch himself after a moment, standing tall once more though his cheeks were pink and Laire's hair was slightly mess from his fingers.

He nodded towards her, hoping she'd catch on, before stepping out of the stables first to see Black. He gave a slight nod, his gaze meeting Sebastian's dead on least he raise suspicion. He fought to wear a neutral expression, opting to ignore how Keats hissed at Black.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the pink gracing Snake's face. How odd….or perhaps not seeing how he was just with Laire. The appeared to always be blushing around each other. He did not need to be a demon to feel the desire between the pair. However, as long as it did not affect their job performance he did not care.

"Snake, the table must be set for the dinner. Lady Elizabeth will be joining the young Lord. Prince Soma and Agni shall be leaving so only set two seats."

The man nodded in understanding and, without looking back to see where Laire was, started his way to the mansion. It didn't take long for him to set the table with the silverware and plates, certainly not with just two chairs. When Smile and Elizabeth came in, taking their seats, he served them the first part of dinner in silence, struggling to stay focused.

The feel of Laire's lips still burned against his. He wanted the dinner to end early so he could go back out to the stables where the Scot was at. It was only when Ciel cleared his throat did he jump to, refilling his cup.


After feeding the horses and making sure they had freshwater Laire headed back to the manor. Her duties were done for the day and now it was time for dinner. Although she knew Snake would probably be busy serving Lady Elizabeth and Master Ciel Laire hoped that he would be able to join them for dinner. She wished to talk him, share their chocolate, and exchange another kiss. Just a kiss though, nothing more. Once burned twice shy. Laire was still worried about doing anything too quickly. She had known Alein her entire life and he had betrayed her, she was doing nothing else with Snake until she was sure he was the one.
Before dinner she had something to do….

"Bard," she said walking into the kitchen.

"What do you want?" He asked harshly.

"I wish to apologize about my insults today during lunch. They were out of line."
Bard scratched the back of his head. "Apology accepted….I guess I should apologize too, it isn't my place to accuse you and Snake of having an affair."

"Thank you, Bard. You might want to apologize to Snake for that as well."

"Yeah though it is more unfair to you, I mean who would want to have sex with a snake-man."

Laire went stoney faced. She wanted to hit Bard. She knew though that violence would be step too far for Ciel or Sebastian to ignore and she would be punished….but she really wanted to hit Bard.


Sebastian stepped in with the dessert, dismissing Snake with his presence. The man nodded and hurried off to the kitchen, suspecting Laire to be there for dinner. What he saw, however, was indeed Laire...but looking quite...murderous. Her expression mirrored Victor's when he was about to strike. And Bard's back was to them.

"...Is everything alright, asks Oscar?"

Bard turned around and said, "Ah! Dinner's almost ready." He glanced at Laire and, his jaw tense as if prepared for a hit, added, "Uh...Snake...I apologize for...my comment earlier. It was out of place."

The man blinked, hearing Emily hiss something. "Apology accepted, says Emily." Although the cook was right. He didn't repeat that part.

He glanced at Laire, then at Bard. "Do you need any help, asks Keats?"

"Nah, I've got it. Go on and sit at the table, it'll be out shortly." Bard said cheerfully, though he kept a close eye on Laire.

Eager to get away from Bard before she did something stupid Laire followed Snake out to the table and sat next to him. She had hoped they would be alone but they were not. Tanaka was seated as well drinking his tea.

"After supper is done do ye want tae share the chocolate in our rooms or owt in th' common area?" She asked as to avoid an awkward silence.

At Laire's question, he looked from the table to the woman and blinked. "Our rooms, says Emily." 'Our'? Hers? His? His had a lot more friends there, some in bed and others under. Though, who said anything about beds? Snake forced himself to keep his attention on now.
Finny and Meyrin filed in shortly afterwards, luckily after his words, and Bard came in with a stew.

"'hat sounds good tae me." Laire smiled and touched Snake briefly on the knee under the table before Bard came over and gave them their portions of the stew. After the long and exhausting day nobody really spoke over dinner except a few pleasantries. It was Meyrin's turn to wash the dishes so as soon as they were done Laire motioned secretly for Snake to follow her.

"Mah room or yer room then?" Laire asked as soon as they were well and alone.

Snake hardly tasted the stew at all, but ate nonetheless. He was eager for more time with Laire, and all the thoughts that dealt with kisses and chocolate. Thankfully no one really spoke, allowing him to fall into his thoughts, perfecting his plan even. "Plan", if one could call it that.
Once they finished and were off to the hall, he thought. "It may be slightly more proper if we went to my room...though my friends will be around us, says Emily."

"Aye, Ah will jist grab th' chocolate then." Laire ducked into her room and grabbed the chocolate off her bed. Returning to Snake she followed him to his room. As he shut the door behind them Laire's heart sped up. To help calm her Laire undid the wax paper wrapper of the bunny and held it up to inspect. The rich scent of Funtom chocolate washed over her causing her to moan in expectation.

"Och should we start wit' th' ears or th' rear?"

The scent was nearly overwhelming, and certainly helped to distract from the intimacy they suddenly gained when the door was shut. It hadn't even been so tense when he helped her with her stockings earlier that day. But her moan...he swallowed dryly, effected in a way he hadn't counted on.

Willing the warmth that shot down to his lower body, he looked thoughtful. Several of his friends cleared away from the bed, giving them a place to sit. "Ears, says Wilde." Who had slithered by with the answer in passing.

Before he could lose his nerve, or before she could sink her teeth into the solid chocolate bunny, he forced himself to speak what had occupied his mind over dinner. "Perhaps...I can feed a piece to you...says Keats." He muttered, shy from such a request.

"A-aye," Laire said just as shyly. She handed the bunny over to him and sat on the bed. There was a snap as Snake broke the ear off and Laire's breath caught in her chest. As he approached her Laire parted her lips in preparation.

His hand was steady that was a good sign. He broke the ear again, taking a sliver before seating himself next to her. Snake pressed the tip of the ear to her lips, feeling it already start to melt slightly under his fingers.

The sweet taste of chocolate spread over her lips as Snake pressed the ears against her lips and instantly began to melt. Opening her mouth further Laire allowed the long piece of chocolate to slip inside. As it melted inside of her mouth and covered her tongue another moan escaped her. This one longer and deeper than the first. Finally she felt Snake's fingers brush against her lips. They had chocolate on them and in a fit of devilish fun she flicked her tongue against his skin licking off the melted goodness.

This woman was going to be the death of him. Snake's resistance and control lasted, albeit shakily, as she devoured the piece of chocolate and even, surprisingly, when she moaned. He swallowed dryly, trying to focus on the woman before him and not how uncomfortable his outfit was suddenly, particularly the pants. Though the suit had always been uncomfortable before, this was a whole new...restrictive.

When her tongue darted out against the tip of his finger, he shivered. Pulling away, he asked quietly in hopes of disguising the fierce need in his voice, "Another piece...or….me...a-asks myself?"

Laire's eyes flickered down to the chocolate and then back up to Snake's face. "Y-ye?" She asked hesitantly. Maybe it was a question about what he meant or it was her choice she was not sure.

An idea took hold and before he could wonder how proper it was, he went forth. Placing a length piece in his mouth, he leaned forward for her to take the other end - a tactic that, if it worked and damn did he hope it did, would result in both chocolate and a kiss.

What a tease to put the chocolate in his mouth in front of her….suddenly what he wished dawned on her as he leaned forward. Both she was getting both.

Laire smiled and leaned forward as well. Placing her weight on her hands Laire took the other end of the chocolate in her mouth. She placed a soft kiss against Snake's lips before biting down on the chocolate breaking it in half and pulling away with a soft giggle.

"Anotha," she whispered after swallowing that piece.

Snake's heart fluttered at her peck, grateful for her having broken the chocolate as he was grinning beyond his control. He swallowed the piece that already melted, mentally noting to mention to Smile that his company made good chocolate. Though he'd make sure not to mention how he tasted the treat.

Licking his lips once, he offered the rest of the ear to her, shifting his stance to where their knees brushed.

Laire took the next bit of chocolate into her mouth without hesitation once again licking Snake's fingers at the end. This process repeated a couple more times. Then Laire had another idea. When he offered the next piece of chocolate instead of taking it into her mouth she rubbed the soft melting chocolate against her lips like the lip rogue that women wore. Once her lips were covered then she finished off the chocolate with her teeth.

"Och," she said innocently, "It seems Ah have made a mess, will ye help me clean it up?"

There was a sort of peace, though one filled with anticipation, that Snake didn't want to let go of. When she suddenly had chocolate on her lips, he grinned just enough to show his teeth.

"As a gentleman would...says Keats." Snake leaned forward, tilting his head just enough to let his ever so slightly forked tongue to dart out, licking her lips. Once, twice...when she didn't flinch or pull back, he did it again before capturing her lips entirely.

Laire had felt something odd when he first licked her lips. Then again when he did a second time. It was not until the third time that she realized what it might be. She opened her mouth in surprise allowing for his tongue to slip inside her mouth. Their tongues brushed up against each other confirming what Laire had thought. His tongue was forked. With a gasp Laire pulled back.

"Your tongue," she said rather awed, "show me….please."

When they pulled back, his head was swimming. He wanted more. "My...oh." He smiled and with a hint of pride let his tongue slip out freely. It took Snake a moment to focus but he managed to wave to her with said tongue.

A broad smile crossed Laire's face as Snake wiggled half his tongue at her. "Ah should have suspected, ye are truly amazin' Snake." Laire leaned about to kiss him again when she paused realizing something else. "Ye didna say "says anyone" then."

He blinked. No, he didn't. Though he didn't really express a full thought, but...usually he wasn't one to even voice half a thought, let alone only a couple of words. "I try many new things with you, says Keats." He murmured before finishing off the distance between them and capturing her mouth once more. His hand found its way to her waist as he leaned in, not pushing though.

New things. Yes, they would both try new things. Laire sighed into Snake's kiss. Their tongues met again and unsurprised by his tongue this time Laire was able to enjoy the full benefits of the split. Moving her hands for a better anchor Laire found herself clutching at the front of his shirt. She moaned into his mouth as the rubbing of their tongues sent sparks coursing through her whole body.

Snake was only mildly aware that his other hand had traces of chocolate still, restraining himself from reaching up to travel through her curls. Another time, he was sure. He cautiously nipped at her bottom lip when he pulled away to breathe, locking lips once more. He was tempted to lean forward more, to have her lay on his bed...but a gentle hiss from the others reminded him that they weren't alone. And, more so, that it might be a bigger step than intended. To remedy though, he let his fingers travel around from her waist to her back, pressing just enough for their chests to meet.

Laire was not sure how long they had been kissing. But from somewhere in the house she heard a grandfather clock toll eleven. Slowly she broke the kiss.

"We have tae be up fur our duties tomorrow by six," she murmured softly one of her hands playing with the sort strands of hair on the back of his neck. "We ken finish th' chocolate anotha time."

"Do we have to stop….asks...Keats?" It wasn't the chocolate he was referring to either. He leaned in just slightly to rest his forehead against hers, not wanting the closeness to end. Not wanting the touch to end, the slow satisfaction end. Another hiss from Emily reminded him of how he had felt moving the circus after a three hour 'nap'.

"You're right...tomorrow is another day, says Oscar." He didn't quite let her go though.

"Aye tomorrow is another day an' there is nay shortages ay tomorrows." Placing a soft chaste kiss against Snake's lips Laire slipped out of his arms. She was at the door and halfway through when she paused.

"Ah will think ay ye when Ah dream….oidhche mhath le Nathair." With that she shut the door and went back to her room for a much needed wash of her face and sleep.

Once she left, Snake washed up and changed his clothes, all the while running what she last said in his mind over and over again. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he knew he liked the sound of it, he liked her voice. Whatever she said, he knew that the sentiment was touching.
As he lay down, all of his friends hissed Mates...Yes, mates...mates…


Oidhche mhath le Nathair: Goodnight Snake