Any spelling errors are the fault of Microsoft Word Processor and my Jell-o keyboard. Grammatical errors are my fault.
CAUTION! Turn back ye of faint heart! This chapter has lime! c:
Chapter two
"I have fallen in love with you."
We both jumped as someone knocked on the door leading onto the balcony.
Ptolemy dropped my hands and pivoted as one of his servants poked her head around the door.
"Master. A message has arrived from your cousin."
She stepped on to the balcony, envelope in hand. Bowing low, she proffered it to the boy magician.
He dismissed her and tore into his letter, gasping as he read it over and shaking his head forlornly.
"What is it?" I asked knowing that anything Ptolemy received from his walking wine skin of a cousin had to be bad news. I moved in stealthily behind him with the fully innocent intention of reading over his shoulder. I was, however, inadvertently overwhelmed by his scent.
Not the usual dirty, heavy smell of you average magician. His smell was more of fire. There was something of home about it...something of the Other Place...
Snapping out of my episode with a little shiver, I scanned Ptolemy's letter. It contained details of his uncle, the king's declining health and invited Ptolemy to visit the palace and pay his last respects.
"Oh, Rekhyt...this is terrible. You know what it would mean were my uncle to die?" I most certainly did.
"It means that cousin of yours will gain the throne and the means to have you done away with..."
He turned on the spot. I noticed how very close we were standing.
"Exactly." he looked up, tears pooling in his dark brown eyes,
"What should I do?"
My essence twinged at the sight of him. Worry etched itself on his delicate features.
"Ptolemy." I lay a hand lightly on his shoulder, steadying him. "Ptolemaeus, I will protect you to the end of this Earth and the end of the Other Place. I give you my life." I hugged him tightly, crushing the letter between us, my essence tingling warmly.
"I love you too. I always will." He pulled back and looked up at my guise. His thin arms snaked up my torso and around my neck, pulling our faces closer together. Our lips met and I bestowed a first kiss on my thirteen year old master...no...my lover.
I opened my mouth over his, flicking out a soft pink tongue and licking his lower lip. It proved soft and inviting. He tasted sweet, not like the other magicians I'd tasted...although, admittedly, those were entirely different circumstances(1). The other magicians never got the chance to taste back. Ptolemy, however, was egger to do just this. His mouth opened, connecting us and he loosed a throaty giggle.
We could have stayed like that forever, had Ptolomy's weakness not gotten the better of him. My guise was a good six inches taller than him, so he had been sanding in tiptoe to reach my mouth properly. Finally, his knees gave and he fell, a bit less romantically than you would imagine, into my arms. I swept him up, bridal style, hugging him tightly to me, until I swear I could feel him merging with my essence. This was the most incredible sensation...I, Bartimaeus, Sacra Al Djinni, the Serpent of Silver Plumes(2)...am in love.
(1) Well, of course, I had been kissed before. By both men and women. You don't go three hundred years without being summoned by a few deviants, and when your guises are as fetching as mine, well...some of them just couldn't help themselves!...but I digress...
(2) Etc., and so on...
Sorry this took so long! _ I really am. I've been meaning to ork on this for a while...and also, sorry the end of this chapter is crappy and rushed...I'll do better on the next chapter, promise!