Temporarily distracted by such an image, Vulpes allowed himself a lapse in control. He leaned down; the point of his nose brushing her collar bone as he slowly dragged his tongue up the shining trail of fruit juice.
A sigh from her parted lips puffed along his shortly cropped hair as his teeth grazed her jaw, pressing a lazy kiss to the curve of it before cleaning the remaining juice from the dip between her lips and chin.
"The Legate is to pay us a visit." He drawled against the corner of her mouth, counting the light freckles that marred the bridge of her nose. "And you are going to behaveā¦"
She smiled against him as a fluffy piece of Fancy Lad Cake pushed past her lips, the pastry sopping up the remaining juice in her mouth as she chewed slowly.
Chewed with her mouth open, no less, just to feel him stiffen in disgust.
The light but still stinging slap to her working jaw made her snort in amusement, his teeth digging pointedly into her neck. "I do not joke, Courier. If you so much as cough during that dinner, I will oversee your execution myself."
The warning wasn't lost on her, of course, knowing it to be very true. However, she was in a rather affectionate mood. Maybe it was being fed wonderful food, maybe it was the solid hum of that familiar horny heat deep in her gut, or maybe it was Vulpes' voice.
She didn't want to settle on one, so she accepted all three possibilities as she purred into his shoulder, hands smoothing along his biceps in a mock-loving caress. "Is that a promise?"
Vulpes' own heat twitched at the feeling of her hands and the horribly devilish sound of her words sliding down his spine. He didn't respond, however, other then to pick up a piece of rotted fruit and gently push it past her lips.
The image of her face screwing up into disgust and the sound of her choked gurgle was enough to rid him of any growing temper, the warm, wet splatter of the discarded fruit hitting his shoe.
"I thought you weren't trying to poison me!" She spat, literally, at him, but her aim was dreadful. "What was that? Brahmin shit?"
"It was punishment." He growled, grabbing a handful of her hair and burying his nose in the locks spilling through his fingers. "This is a lesson you imbecile, if you lapse in proper table manners then I will punish you. Are we clear?"
Vulpes could almost see her eyes rolling behind the black cloth blinding her, lips pouting as they screwed up in a grimace from the after taste of the decayed fruit. "Yes."
He eyed her thoughtfully before reaching for a jar of Cazador honey, dipping a finger in and scooping up a healthy amount of the golden liquid. "Your tongue, Courier."
Vera hesitated, lips rolling against each other absently as her fingers tapped rhythmically against her thighs. She obeyed shortly after, though, stretching her pink tongue out with a visible cringe of anticipation.
Her groan of approval was pleasant, Vulpes could admit, as the gold honey oozed from his finger and onto the flat surface of her exposed tongue. However, he momentarily pondered removing the uncovered muscle with a nearby steak knife, figuring that would silence her endless defiance.
Vulpes wondered what the Courier would do if he forced her to eat her own tongue, as he smeared the remaining honey against her lips.
Oh the things she would call him if only she could read his mind, her blissful smile of ignorance making his teeth grind as she licked the remaining honey off his finger.
I'm so sorry for the delay. Long story short, my computer was fucked up for a while. Hope my readers are still around!
