“Was there something else, Flight Sergeant?” Fenwick answered.
“Not really,” I grinned back at him. “Just thought I’d give the pair of you a chance to laugh at me some more. The Gods know I deserve it.”
“Maybe,” Fenwick said easily. “What you really deserve is to be happy. I’m glad to see it.”
“Of course, you could have got there sooner,” Jimny stated.
“Yes, I could have,” I agreed and stood.
“Have you discovered the blessings of olive oil, yet?” Jimny asked as we left the office together.
I paused and frowned at him. “Been cooking with it for years.”
Behind us I heard Fenwick laugh.
“Yes,” Jimny grinned, “but now you might want to play with it.”
* * *
My day shift over, I found Ang was neither in his office nor our rooms. So I headed down to the training room. The warmth ofthe air surprised me as I descended, and by the time I reached the cave, it was positively balmy. Sweat gathered under my clothes.
Ang had lighted only a handful of candles, so the room was dim. I could see him easily, sitting cross legged and naked near the centre, in front of the iron pillar that reached down to the sea. The way that pillar glowed red told me it was the source of the heat. And the possible cause of that was Ang pouring a lot of electrical power into it.
“Ang?” I asked as I reached the bottom step. “Is everything all right?”
“Very,” he said. “Now you’re here. Get naked.”
I blinked at the abrupt demand but was more than happy to oblige. The room lit up stark white as I undressed, Ang releasing another sustained bolt of lightning from his fingertips. Naked was instantly freeing, though the heat became sticky on my skin as it prickled in anticipation. I carried the glass bottle with me.
“How long have you been down here?” I asked.
“Long enough to have depleted much of my excess energy. Remember I told you my magic responds to my emotions? You create a lot of emotion for me, I have to deplete it not to risk hurting you.” He turned, ran his eyes over me, his lips twitched seeing my readying cock. “Much of the energy is returning now I see your magnificence again.”
I matched his grin. “What happened to controlling one’s emotions?”
“After what has happened between us, I did not think there was a need to.”
“Not privately,” I agreed.
He leaned back and I was offered the perfect view of his swelling rod. “What’s in the bottle?”
“Olive oil.”
His lips curled in a full smile. “I hear that’s very good for massages.”
I just grinned. “I hear it’s very good for other things.” I moved to join him on the floor.
“No, don’t sit, yet.” He faced me properly, sitting back on his heels. “There is something I would like to try if you are willing to risk it.”
I swallowed, loving the way his eyes had darkened with desire. “I’m willing.”
“Put the bottle down. Broken glass is not welcome when we’re both bare foot.”
“Always so safety conscious, Flight Captain.” I put the bottle on the ground and straightened, offering a salute.
“Are you mocking me?” he asked.
Reaching out I stroked his cheek. “Just demonstrating the respect I have for you.” And realising that Jimny had been right.
