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Warning: Lemons

Chapter Four
Sydney's Point of View

I looked towards Adrian after noticing Sonya looking at me strangely, but shrugged it off.

"Well, now that that has been sorted, I have phone calls to make and ink to produce, so if you'll excuse me..."

When no one said anything I turned around and walked towards the door, hearing Adrian excuses himself too by making some excuse about having kept the beautiful women in the world waiting long enough, or something. I smiled. It was so Adrian. I shook my head and continued onto my room where I knew he would meet me.

I was just about to reach for the gold handle when Adrian grabs my hand, making it tingle pleasantly, almost as if it was surrounded by magic.

"Are you hungry, Pumpkin?" he asks, after looking to the sides quickly to see if anyone was there and pressing his warm lips to my temple. Obviously we are alone.

My tummy growls, embarrassingly. I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. I ignore it, due his newest (and horrible) attempt at an endearment name.

He smirks, obviously hearing my stomach.

"Pumpkin?" I question out load and ignoring his smile.

"What? It's healthy!" he defends, still smirking. And at my disapproving look just begins walking back the way we came towards the main doors holding my hand. "Let's go!"

I breathe in the clean smell of my room and walk over to the desk where a large envelope sits. Our meal had gone well. There were a few stares like last time, but that was to be expected. I mean, a Moroi and an Alchemist? Who would expect that? I guess that the alchemists are a bit of a myth among those at court. At least the guys who attacked me last time weren't there, but I was sure they'd catch up with me soon. People like that always do.

I walk into the main room, spotting something on my desk, and my brow frowns. It only relaxes once I see a certain Moroi's handwriting on the envelope. He works fast.

Miss Sage,
Hope these are what you wanted, I can assure you they were made by the best.

Typical Zemy, not bothering to sign his name. But I guess that's better, I wouldn't want anyone else seeing that message and knowing who it was from. I smile again and open it up, inspecting the perfect papers that would help give me my freedom.

My smile grows bigger as Adrian walks through my door after dropping his coat his room, shuts and locks it, before wrapping his arms securely around me.

"Hi."

"Hi."

His lips begin to trail up my neck and his hands up my hips but stops suddenly when he sees what's in my hands.

"Iolanthe? Ivashkov?" he asks is a stunned voice.

"Iolanthe, because it's my coven name and..."

"And?"

"Ivashkov because I didn't what to have to change it when we get married...you know, in the next two...three...four, maybe even f – "

He puts his finger over my lips.

"You want to marry me?"

I give him my sternest look, but then dismiss it and lean in to kiss his forehead, cheeks, chin and then the corner of his mouth. "I do indeed want to marry you, Lord Ivashkov."

He kisses me fast and pushes me up against the desk. "If I could I'd marry you right now, I'd do it, you know?"

His hands move faster down my spine before grasping onto the hem of my shirt and reefing it over my head. His hands are now burning into my exposed flesh and his lips are sucking on my neck. I knew he is giving me another hickey, but I can't bring myself to care. I would never tell him, but I sometimes like the thought of wearing his mark on my skin, it was proof that this was real.

Quicker than I thought was possible my clothes had been removed and Adrian was close to the same state. My hand ran down his chest, before settling once again in the wild mane he calls hair. I don't even recognise the sounds we are making, but they only turn me on more. His hands venture lower and I push him down on the bed.

Sonya's Point of View

I was walking towards Sydney's room to ask her more about the ink. I had caught a glance of the vials in the box when I was still using spirit to check out her aura (which revealed nothing as it was strangely blank, like she was feeling no emotion at all) and to say I was shocked was an understatement. They seemed to have a similar aura to a plant, or a piece of silver, that has been...affected...by Moroi magic. How on earth –

I'd reached the door but stopped when I heard noises. Sydney was always quite, I could hardly tell when she walked into a room at times, let alone do anything else. So who would be in there with Sydney? I let spirit trickle into me so I could see the blurred outlines of the auras within the room. One was obviously Sydney's, yellow with purple, though a lot more purple than this morning, and the other was – oh my God, gold! Adrian was in there and they were feeling happy, really happy and...and...in love? But, that can't be right! Surely? I know I had suspicions, but that was paranoia! Spirit-induced darkness! How can – I sign and slowly back away from the door.

I need some air.

A lot of air.