I don’t know. You’ll have to ask him yourself.”She sat up enough to look him in the eye. “I am not talking toyour…your…”“Mighty throbbing manhood?”“Briec.”“That which brings you much delirious pleasure?”“Briec.”“That which makes you whole?”“Stop it, dragon. You’re making me physically ill.” ...“Ow!”“Be nice, woman. I’m not used to this.”She rubbed her ass and glared at him. “Do that again and you’lllose that which you believe makes me whole.
~ G.a. Aiken
She’d left him.Without a word. Without a thought. She’d left him and now he hadfeelings.For that alone, he’d never forgive her.
She hadn’t seen gold since she’d lastbeen to her father’s home, when she would sneak off to meet him.Smiling at the brief memory of, as her mother called him, “the onewho gave me the seed which allowed for your presence.
Hhhmm. A sense of humor.” He cocked his head to the side.“That actually might annoy me.”She frowned, ignoring the teasing sound to that oh-so-low voiceand, with heavy sarcasm answered, “Oh, well, that’ll keep me upnights.
Aren’t you going to hit him?” Éibhear asked.“I don’t feel like it.”“Good gods.” Gwenvael stood. “This is worse than we thought,Éibhear. Up, brother.” Gwenvael grabbed Briec’s arm and pulledhim to his feet. “There is only one answer for this.”“Which is?”“Drinking and eating. The whoring we will keep until we get yougood and drunk.
Is there ever a time you’re not an arrogant bastard?”“Is there ever a time you’re not a difficult bitch?”“No.”“Then I guess that makes us perfectly matched, now doesn’t it?
