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Laura groans dramatically, forcing me to bite back another laugh. My mate is many wonderful things, but she certainly isn’t patient.
I carry her upstairs to our room, reaching the door just as the final zagfer bustles out. Laura looks at her inquisitively but, uncharacteristically, says nothing.
When we get inside, I’m pleased to find that everything has been done exactly as I requested– and even more pleased with the gasp Laura lets out.
Shimmering gold and silver lolanean blossom petals scatter the floor, candles flickering on every available surface and casting a warm, romantic glow over our room. The thick, comforting scent of nimond and rirzed hangs heavily in the air, floating out from between the slightly ajar door to our washroom.
A tray laden with all of Laura’s favorite foods is nestled into the corner, piled high with cakes and spiced, dipped fruits and complete with a bottle of her favorite rirzed wine. I set Laura down gently and she wanders further into our room, spinning around slowly to take in every detail.
“You did all of this?”
“Well, the zagfer did,” I reply, suddenly feeling nervous. It will never stop being strange to me, the effect Laura has on me. Despite her already agreeing to be my mate, and clearly wanting to be here, I find that I still want to please her at every opportunity.
I’d rather die than admit that out loud to any other demon, of course.
“It’s perfect,” Laura says breathlessly, drawing my eyes back to her face. Her gray eyes sparkle with unshed tears, the sheer joy radiating off of her enough to nearly bring me to my knees. She closes the space between us quickly, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me into a fierce embrace.
“It had better be, or else we’ll have a few headless zagfer to deal with,” I grumble back. Laura laughs into my chest, pulling away and wiping at her eyes. I smile down at her, caressing her cheek tenderly.
“Follow me,” I say, grabbing her hand and tugging her toward the washroom. The tub has been filled with steaming, fragrant water, new oils and delicately scented soaps stacked beside it.
I undress her carefully, clamping down hard on the baser urges that always rear their head the second any expanse of her skin is revealed. After undressing myself, we climb into the bath together, settling into the warm embrace of the water.
Making good use of the oils and soaps, I lather my hands up, massaging slow circles into Laura’s back. She groans at the pressure, her head tipping back to rest against my shoulder as I work the tension from her muscles.
“Now this, I could get used to,” she murmurs, cracking an eye open to look up at me. I grin back down at her, brushing a quick, chaste kiss across her lips. Anything more, and I don’t know that I’d be able to contain myself– and I have more plans for us after this that I don’t want to ruin.
Laura, however, seems to have different ideas. With a feline smirk, she turns in my arms, pressing her breasts to my chest as she leans against me.
“I think this might be the longest you’ve seen me naked without throwing yourself at me,” she teases, leaning down to trace the curve of my jaw with the tip of her nose.
“And you are sorely testing my restraint,” I growl, trying to focus on anything except the sensation of her nipples pebbling against my bare chest. Laura’s smirk deepens as she wraps her legs around my waist, the heat between her legs grinding against my bare length and making me suck in a breath.
“Why restrain yourself? After all, it is a special occasion,” she murmurs, laughter dancing in her voice. She presses a kiss to my jaw, then to my neck below my ear, before nipping sharply at my earlobe.
I won’t last in these conditions.
I stand sharply, Laura’s legs still wrapped around my waist. The cold air nips at us as it replaces the warm water, and Laura shrieks at the sudden cold and movement.
“We best move on to your next surprise,” I grind out, and Laura pouts.
“You’re no fun,” she grumbles as I set her down beside the tub, pulling a thick, fuzzy robe over her shoulder and tying it closed a bit too firmly.
“We’ll see if you still think that after this,” I say as I pull on a matching robe of my own, leading her back into our room. The already hazy sunlight is beginning to dim outside of our window, the electrical storm that constantly surrounds us pulsing with a new life.
Perfect– Laura has always been fascinated by the storm.
I grab the tray and rirzed wine, unlatching the window before glancing over my shoulder to where Laura stands dubiously in the center of our room.
With a grin, I swing one leg out of the window, and Laura’s face contorts in horror.
“What are you doing?!” She shrieks, rushing forward with her arms outstretched as though she means to grab me.
“Come on,” I say through a laugh, swinging my other leg out and pushing off of the windowsill. I land softly on the roof just a few feet below and watch as Laura leans her head out to look down at me incredulously.
“You didn’t answer my question!” She says, eyeing the roof as though it’s going to bite her. I suppress another smile, arching my eyebrow at her in a mockery of the look she always seems to give me.
“We’re having a picnic,” I say in response, gesturing to the roof as though it’s obvious.
