After the End, by lyradaemon

Chapter 2 - Daemon helps

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"Daemon," Jaenelle whispered. "Daemon wake up," she shook him a little; still no answer. So she bent down and kissed his warm lips. Suddenly she felt him kiss her back sleepily and knew he was awake. She tried to pull away to berate him for still being in bed, but Daemon was quicker and, holding her tightly, he rolled over. Jaenelle found herself on her back with a sleepy Daemon smiling down at her, and, finding nothing else to do, pulled his head down to kiss him again. Daemon obliged and soon their hands were roaming freely, his discarding bothersome clothing and hers seeking every inch of his warm skin.

"You can wake me up like that more often," Daemon murmured in-between soft kisses.

"You shouldn't have been in bed," she gasped as his hand found her breast.

"I don't see much complaint," he breathed as he licked her ear, making her shiver; "or resistance for that matter."

"Can you blame me after that cheap, dirty trick?" She whispered as she stroked his back.

"No," he laughed softly into her mouth then brushed his lips along her jaw, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses. "But I don't see why you were out of bed in the first place…it's much more comfortable in here…" His tongue licked her bottom lip.

"You – are – an – evil –man," Jaenelle gasped, then gave up trying to talk at all, since it was getting in the way of his kisses.

"And you are my beautiful wife and are going to stay right here…" he replied, giving her a hot, sinking kiss. After that, any thought went straight out of Jaenelle's head as she gave herself up to Daemon.

Some time afterwards, when they had finally got out of bed and were safely bathed and – after another delay – dressed, Jaenelle and Daemon were sitting together on the balcony of their suite, she curled up in his arms. Neither had said anything for a while; they were quite content just to be with each other like this. But finally Jaenelle broke the silence.

"I had a Dream last night Daemon."

She felt him stiffen, then relax again. "What was it about sweetheart?" He asked, stroking her hair.

So Jaenelle repeated what she had told Saetan, although in more detail. Daemon remained silent the whole time, the only sign that he was listening being the way he tightened his arms around her when she began to tremble as she remembered the pain. Even for several minutes after she finished he said nothing; Jaenelle had to wriggle to remind him she was there.

"I don't begin to understand myself," he said slowly. "It's your Dream and only you can fully understand what it's trying to tell you. But it's definitely a Dream about the future – it's almost as if it's warning you about something that's going to happen. But when or what that is I don't know. And what that flash of Black was…it's completely beyond me. Only three of us have the Black," he finished as an afterthought.

"Only two, Daemon," Jaenelle said softly. "I don't wear it anymore." Daemon was surprised to hear a note of remorse in her voice; Jaenelle had always said that she was relieved not to wear her birthright Jewels anymore and that her extraordinary power lay dormant. Not once had she even hinted that she missed having that vast ocean of strength at her disposal.

"So you think the Black in your Dream refers to me or Saetan?" He asked gently.

"I'm not sure Daemon. But it's certainly possible. And it makes sense. I mean, maybe you or Papa are meant to use your strength to defeat whatever is killing that thing in my Dream," Jaenelle replied hesitantly. Suddenly she brightened and looked directly at Daemon: "But I don't want to think of it now. Who knows, maybe it won't happen? We have plenty of other things to be getting on with instead of trying to decipher incomprehensible dreams."

Daemon smiled in reply and kissed her. "And what did you have in mind, O Lovely Lady?"

"Why don't we…go and sort out that stupid thing for Papa? Maybe we can even progress today," she suggested with a smile.

"Good idea," Daemon replied