04.10.08
The Kiss.
Ashmedai slid one hand around the back of Nathan’s head, pulled him forward, and kissed him deeply.
After a minute, he pulled back. “You’ve been watching me all evening. The least I deserve after that kind of ogling is a kiss.” Ashmedai grinned. “And you’re not a bad kisser, either.”
“It’s hard not to watch you when you want to be watched. And I wasn’t ogling you. I’m glad the kiss was up to your standards, though.”
Ashmedai’s grinned broadened, then softened, and he kissed Nathan again. “It’s too bad I never met you until after you were married,” he said, running a fingertip gently over Nathan’s earcuff. “You don’t strike me as the kind of man who’ll sleep with anyone else now.”
“Unfortunately not,” Nathan said, gently pushing the other man back. Ashmedai smiled again, bowed slightly, and melted back into the crowd.
Nathan turned around. “Enjoying the show?”
“Don’t get snippy with me. I wasn’t the one kissing someone other than my husband. And yes, I was.” Ekion grinned. “Too bad you weren’t up for more.”
Nathan stared at his husband for a long time. “It scares me to say this,” he said slowly, “but you’re starting to sound like my mother.”
“I am not!”
Nathan grinned.
