Lady Minerva 1st year Royal Academy
Peter waited until we were well away from the Little Flower before murmuring. "He's suspicious of you."
I snorted. "Of course, he is. He isn't an idiot."
"You need to be more careful, my lady."
My mood instantly soured when he called me that. "Don't call me that." I growled. "Not when we are alone."
His soft laughter instantly soothed my irritation. Then he leaned in close and practically purred into my ear. "As you wish, my love." Heat washed over me as his breath tickled my neck. My toes curled in my boots and I had to resist the urge to fan myself. "Are you feeling well my lovely goddess, you are looking a little flushed. Perhaps you should go lay down. I could help with that."
I hissed and swatted his arm. "You are an ass!" Gods curse these fucking child bodies of ours. But Peter's grin was that of a cat that had all the cream. "Sadist and a Masochist, that's what you are!" He did not bother to deny the charges instead he continued to watch my face with hungry eyes. If anyone else saw that look, we would never be left alone together. I turned away from him. It was the only sensible thing to do in this situation. Especially since I knew we could very easily walk down that road and not give a flying fuck.
"Have you figured out what had him so wound up at the ceremony?"
Peter sighed in mock defeat as I changed the subject. But I could feel his amusement on my back as he stared at me. "Not yet. He had the feel of kid whose bully was close at hand. While he didn't flinch and scrap like you'd expect I think that is more due to his extreme self-control than anything else."
"I want to know who. And I want their head served up on pike." My rage bubbled to the surface and I could feel it stretching like a large cat that had been stirred from its sleep.
"Careful, it could be someone high up. Maybe even the Aub."
"I don't care."
After a long moment he sighed that put upon sigh that he always had when I asked something especially unreasonable. "As you wish."