Angelz: Well, originally I wasn't planning to do a chapter two to this story. Truth be told I wasn't even planning to do a chapter one! I was doing my usual 'late night writing session while listening to my song-of-the-moment' when I got the idea from some of the lyrics of 'For Your Entertainment' (Adam Lambert. .Song.) mainly : 'Do you know what you got into', 'do you like what you see' and, of course, 'take the pain, take the pleasure I'm the master of both.' I didn't want to do a fanfiction, I was intending to use some of my own characters, when suddenly I found Iri's name crop up followed by Niall's and by that point I thought 'screw it' and wrote a Wicked Lovely fanfiction. I've always wondered why the Summer court was the only court to have both a King AND a Queen. So that coupled with the idea from the song resulted in me finally getting the motivation to write the damn story I've been pondering for a while now, plus I've noticed that there's not an awful lot of fanfiction out there based around, in my opinion, the best threesome of the whole WL series; Leslie, Niall and Irial. Enjoy.
A lazy shadow swirled sedately in the air, following Leslie's fingers as she trailed them down Irial's bare chest. She sighed contentedly.
"Where'd Niall go?" She murmured. Irial took a slow drag on his cigarette and watched the smoke mingle with Leslie's shadows. His queen loved her shadows.
"To take care of business. Some of the Summer Fey got in a fight with ours." She opened one eye at him in surprise.
"I thought the Summer Court were too weak to start a fight with us." He flashed a cunning smile.
"I never said they started the fight, did I Love?" She laughed, allowing a taste of the Court's nature to seep into the sound. She'd been Queen for only a few weeks but so far she'd taken to the role as a bird took to flight. Sometimes, Irial wondered about the savage look he'd see flash across her face whenever she joined her fey as they played with their mortal toys. How could he not have noticed this primal side to her when she was human? It seemed such an impossible thing to miss.
"I feel like going out today. I still haven't visited the Crow's Nest yet." She paused thoughtfully for a moment, "I feel like dancing." When Irial gave no reply she tilted her head up to meet his gaze, "You want to come along?"
"Sure, later though. It's still early. Let's kill some time first." He leaned down to kiss her. Who was it who had told her about Iri's stamina? Cerise. She defiantly knew what she was talking about.
With a mock-annoyed sigh Leslie mumbled against his lips, "Impatient boy. Spoilt all your life." She felt his grin.
"True." With that statement confirmed they both became lost in each other and the twisting shadows around them.
"Up. Now." Leslie's vision was blurred as she opened her eyes, her mind still full of the hazy dream-land she'd been in only moments before. Her whole mind seemed glazed over. Niall stood over her, a strong look of annoyance graced his face. One quick taste of his emotions told Leslie he was more jealous than anything else. It tasted of dark chocolate laced with a subtle blend of mint and something hot, spicy. She licked her lips, savouring the flavour.
"Why?" She gave a cat-like stretch, "I was enjoying myself." For a brief moment it looked like he rolled his eyes.
"I can see that." He said dryly. His eyes drifted over to Irial, who was led down beside her, contentedly lighting another cigarette from his never-ending supply. He gave a slow smile.
"You could always join us," He paused for a moment before adding, "again, I mean." Niall turned from the bed, placing his back against them to hide the slight flush of his cheeks.
God knew how tempting that offer was. Especially after the last time.
"Just get dressed and meet me outside. It's about time you two re-joined the outside world again." He waited a moment, prepared to listen to any objections, before walking out of the room.
Leslie and Irial shared a look.
"He's so stubborn." Irial sighed.
"Sadly, my Dear, it's his strongest feature." He slipped out of the bed, "but we better do what he asks. Wouldn't want to upset him, now do we?"
"Heaven forbid." They both laughed.
"Exactly, Love. Now, what would it take to get you into that black dress I like, Mm?"
Half an hour later Leslie, Niall and Irial were walking through the familiar streets of Huntsdale along the familiar route that led to the Crow's Nest. The sun had dipped behind the surrounding buildings, casting shadows across the dimly lit streets. They swayed towards the trio as they passed by.
As they turned into Crofter Avenue a thrill ran through Leslie. Tonight belonged to her, her court, and, of course, her Kings. As they approached the front of the club they allowed their glamour to fade and become invisible. Leslie couldn't resist the temptation to pinch the bouncer on the way in.
Inside, the club was filled with dancing bodies; a mix of mortal and fey. This was the first public appearance of the new Dark Queen and the fey of the other courts all turned eagerly to get at look at her. Leslie's eyes dilated as she drank in the raw shock that flooded the room.
"But that's Leslie-"
"The Summer Queen's friend-"
" I thought she left town-"
"Does Keenan know?"
She let out a soft moan at the pure ecstasy at the emotions filtering through her. Beside her Irial and Niall shared an equally drunk-on-pleasure look. The Dark Court fey in the club glided over to their regents.
"Thank God you're here. Things were getting boring." Leslie tilted here head to look at one of the approaching Dark fey. Cerise. The slight movement of her head struck Irial as oddly avian, a stark reminder of another Faerie he knew. Just as he turned to voice his thoughts to Niall, the Dark King reached out to take Cerise's wrist and twirl her to towards him. He leaned down to whisper something in her ear, they both glanced at Irial, she nodded and swiftly moved over to him.
"I haven't seen you in a while. I've missed you." Her voice was liquid seduction as she slipped her arms around his waist. "How about you make it up to me?" Irial never once let his gaze waver from Niall. He knew when he was being distracted; the only thing he didn't know was why and from what. In one swift movement he span her around so she was flush against his chest. His eyes blazed with the shadows and abysses he hadn't possessed since his Kingship.
"First, how about you tell me what Niall just told you to do." He allowed a threat to seep into his voice, in no mood for petty seduction. Cerise wasn't easily swayed, she tilted her head up to his and unflinchingly kissed him. He allowed her a few moments before peeling her body away from his.
"I'll take that as a 'No'." He pushed her to the side and strode toward Niall. Before he got there a ripple of mixed emotions ran through the room, followed by the verbal follow up. Leslie turned to face him with an eager, almost manic, smile on her face.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Summer King and Queen have arrived."
She could hardly wait for the feast of emotions, none of them pleasant, that were about to come her way. Aislinn had been her friend during her mortal life, but once she'd taken the Summer crown something had changed. She'd kept things from Leslie, and although she'd never admit it, she'd placed her court before her mortal friends. Now, it was Leslie's turn.
Let the games begin.