Page 46 of Becoming D'Vaire
“I suppose I can forgive you now.”
“I’m willing to move to D’Vaire. Don’t forget that.”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t. It means the world to me,” Delaney said. “I hope when we’re ready for our ceremony, you won’t regret it.”
Grigori kissed him softly, then smiled tenderly. “Oh, Delsaurus…you said ‘when,’ not ‘if.’ ”
“You wore black underwear.”
“Sealed the deal?”
“It’s my favorite color.”
“Believe it or not, I did figure that out.”
“I do have this fantasy of you in red undies, though.”
His mate grinned. “I do believe that can be arranged.”
“Want to stay and sleep here with me tonight?”
“I couldn’t possibly say no,” Grigori replied as they tugged the blankets over themselves. “You’ve kept me up for days, and I know the only way you won’t call me to talk my ear off is if I’m here at your side.”
“You’re the one who calls me.”
“You should work on that. A relationship is fifty-fifty. Now, where’s Greggory?”
Delaney rolled his eyes. “I can’t call you if we’re already on the phone, and you know he’s in his own private area over there.” He pointed in the general direction of the space they’d built for him that he rarely used. Normally he slept right alongside Delaney.
“Greggory, it’s time for bed,” Grigori called out, and the little dragon poked his head out through the velvet curtain, then flew over to the bed. He promptly curled up next to where they were lying. “Perfect. Now get closer to me so I can sleep.”
There were only a couple of inches of air between them, but Delaney did as he was told, and two strong arms snuggled him close. He decided it was just as nice as shooting down Grigori’s throat, though in an entirely different way, which he told him.
“No energy for round two. Now, turn off the lights.”
“You’re closer to the lamp.”
“I wouldn’t have gotten all comfortable if I’d known you weren’t going to be willing to use magic to turn it off.”
“What do I look like? Some sort of clapping device to turn off anything plugged in?”
Grigori grunted as he leaned over to snap off the light, then resumed his former position. “Now that you mention it…”
“I thought you liked the way I looked naked.”
“If I saw you that way when I was fourteen, I would’ve written better poetry.”
“I was ten.”
“Please strike my statement from the official record. I didn’t think that one through.”
Delaney yawned. “Consider it forgotten.”
“Goodnight, Delsaurus.”
“Goodnight.”
Delaney’s familiar made a growly noise. “Sorry. Goodnight, Greggory,” Grigori said softly. It was silent for several minutes; then his voice once again carried through the darkness in a murmur. “Feels like I’m talking to myself when I talk to Greggory. It’s nice but weird that our names are basically the same.”
