While Lillie rarely used the suites that lay above The Haven, Morgana was more than happy to use them for something other than a quick change or a less quick lay. With the tension surrounding the deaths of Lillie, Eddie and Sasha, Morgana couldn't afford to have anyone within her clan believe she might have been weak. Living with her boyfriend, who happened to be the prince of the city, would cause more trouble than it was worth. She needed her clan to know that she was the prince's mate second, and their primogen first.
As primogen, she had taken it upon herself to instill the proper amount of fear in those that she had found to be untrustworthy within the Toreador clan. None of their injuries had been permanent, but there were a few that would have to call in sick from work for a few days. Rapid healing or not, some cuts were too deep to heal within minutes, especially when a bone was pulled through the skin. She had followed Julian's command and not killed, but she was almost positive that it would come to that.
There were more within Toreador that wanted to rebel. She didn't know exactly who they were, but she was fully aware of their presence. Morgana's guess was that there was a growing following for some Ventrue or Toreador would-be prince, and what they believed to be their time was coming closer. This was no time for weakness or leniency. All hell was going to break loose, and after that... it was very possible that Julian would not be able to quell the war this time around.
Soft hands touched her bare waist and Morgana grinned. She turned to face Julian, his palms sliding across her skin. She rose her arms and draped them over his shoulders. Julian was just short enough that she only had to rise to tiptoe in order to take a whiff of his neck. She rubbed her nose against his skin, then muttered, "That better be your niece I smell on you. I'll not take kindly to anymore humans pawing this lovely body."
There was a smile in his voice as Julian said, "Sydney's downstairs."
"And you leave her alone, here? With the Kindred of the city roaming the floors."
"Cash is with her."
"Ah, then I'm sure she's safe. Or as safe as one can be with the Gangrel watching them." Both of their voices were low and even, as though they were speaking of something as inconsequential as the next day's weather. Morgana arched her back until she was looking at Julian's face. "I can't afford to have warfare over her in the club, Julian. There are Brujah downstairs."
"And everyone saw her walk in with me. I'm giving Dave the benefit of the doubt that he's smarter than Fiori. He and Cash will keep the peace tonight between their clans, even if it is a tentative one."
"Aren't they all."
She rose and kissed his lips, lingering at the taste of him for a moment before pulling away. Morgana was tempted to avert Julian's attention long enough to take advantage of the fact that she wasn't dressed yet. Not that she had anything against socializing, but she wasn't ready to look at another of Julian's human family. The last one had brought only trouble for the prince, and she didn't know if she could hold her tongue should this one give off the same vibe as Sasha.
At the same time, she knew that Brujah and Gangrel in the same place for too long without direct supervision wasn't a good idea. Even with Fiori gone, Cash was quicker to his anger towards the clan that had Embraced Sasha against her will. The blood forced the clans to have a dislike towards one another, but recent actions had turned it into hate on the Gangrel side and bitter resentment on the Brujah side. Morgana did not want her club to end up in shambles because they couldn't confine their fighting to back alleys and empty parks.
"I wasn't expecting you so early," Morgana said as she moved around the room. "I would have been dressed and waiting for you downstairs."
"But, then, I would have missed a sight of beauty." Julian smiled. He walked towards her, his arms loose at his sides. "You in black silk and lace truly is a lovely sight."
"Such a flatterer." She smirked. Her hands went to her hips. The lower half of her hands rested on the top curve of black silk panties. A matching bra held in her full breasts. "Are you here for dinner, reports... or something a little more exciting?"
"I would venture to say... a little of all three." He walked closer to her and extended a hand.
Morgana took the offered hand, then let Julian pull her to him. Her hand landed on his chest. "Is dinner last? Of course, dinner would equal a glass of wine unless you felt the need to put on a show for this one as you did the last."
"Sydney knows of the Masquerade. There is no need to pretend in front of her."
"How comforting." She pulled her hand from his grasp. Morgana moved slowly as she rose her arms. She rested her palms flat against Julian's jacket, then carefully curled her fingers. She shoved the jacket down his arms, then tossed it to the bed. "Shall we move on to the second part of that combination?"
She slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As her fingers passed his skin, Julian hissed. "The reports."
"Yes..." She pulled the opened shirt out of his pants and eased it down his arms. It joined the jacket on the bed. Her nails raked his chest. "All known rebels have been punished and warned."
He hissed again. "Known?"
"I'm sure there are others, and we won't know who they are unless everything comes to a head." She kissed his chest. "And the others?"
"Cash has taken care of Gangrel. I have shown Ventrue the error of their ways. And Brujah has been put in their place. We have done all that we can to avoid war. If they make a move now, we have no choice but to kill."
"Then the business is settled." Morgana eased to the side and kissed his arm. She ran her tongue along his bicep then bit down. Julian's teeth clenched and air squeezed out between them. Morgana released his skin, then ran her tongue along his arm. The marks of her teeth were gone. "And now, we can continue on to things more pleasant."
Julian turned quickly and grabbed her arms. He pulled her close and kissed her. His lips crushed hers. His hands slid down her arms. He grabbed her waist and lifted her. Seconds later, he threw her down on the bed and hovered over her body. His hand slowly moved up her side. He cupped her breast and said, "Definitely more pleasant." Julian bent and kissed her again.
