Page 29 of Wishing Upon a Monster
“I have a reservation for two under Aurum,”min skatsaid to the Doña de fuera I had spoken with earlier.
“Oh yes, this way,” she said, picking up two menus. She swept us along around the tables, her red dress flowing behind her. I could just see the fur of her cat feet as she walked.
She led us through the fairly quiet restaurant to a corner table, gesturing for us to slide into the ‘c’ shaped benches.
We did, and I was surprised to find that the gentle sounds around us softened even more.
The hostess took a step forward, and I watched as the charm accepted her inside the radius of the sound-dampening spell, “Y’all’s server will be with you in a moment. Enjoy!”
“I had forgotten how high these booths were, you almost can't see over the top!” Aurora squirmed, getting comfortable and dropping her little silver pouch on the seat next to her.
I sat up straight, testing her theory, noting that if I sat to my full height, my eyes could look out across the dining room, but just barely. I liked how the opening of our booth faced a mosaic of a minitour and no other booths. We were as secluded as one could be in public.
My thoughts wandered dangerously towards what a being could get away with given such a setup, especially after noting that the charm was layered to contain smell as well as sound. I was sure it was for the food, and yet...
“You said you liked the Carbonara, is there anything else you can recommend?” I pulled our menu towards us, passing one to her.
“The Pasta Puttanesca is pretty good,” she said, leaning over and pulling down my menu. Needing to feel her softness, I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “Oh, that’s right,” she said with a laugh, pulling her skirt up so that she could kneel in the seat next to me and show me her menu.
I wasn’t going to complain; this pressed her closer to my body as she pointed out dishes she thought I might enjoy. I listened with half an ear; the rest of my attention was focused on how good it felt to have her in my arms. She accepted the small touches of affection, forehead kisses,temple kisses, but this––I stifled a groan as my hand with a mind of its own stroked her side.
I would be afraid my touch was unwanted, but she seemed to relax more under my gentle strokes.
“Good evening, my name is Tré, and I’ll be waiting on y’all this evening,” a man with delicate features much likemin skat’sfae boss, Nash, said.
“Oh, hey, Tré, I didn’t know you were working here!” my wife said, withdrawing her hand from my menu, “Olan, this is Tré, Nash’s nephew. Tré, this is Olan.”
I dipped my head at the fae, who gave me a mischievous once-over.
“Oh, I have heard about Olan, my uncle was in quite a snit over you.” He looked atmin skat,the way she was positioned, and grinned wider. “I don’t think he has anything to worry about. Seems like y’all are getting along just fine.”
Aurora blushed a pretty rosy color while fiddling with my shirt buttons. “Yes, well, Olan’s proved to be a better being than any man I have had the misfortune to date.”
Hearing this coming from her lips gave me a rush of pride. Already, I knew I was above men in such things, but to have her agree, it fed my ego.
“I’m glad to hear it; what can I get you?” he asked, pulling out his notepad.
“I’ll have the Spaghetti Carbonara with a glass of sweet tea,” she said, her hand resting on my chest. She looked up at me from the menu we were sharing.
“I’ll have the same,” I said, not caring about the food as long as I could convincemin lille skatto stay like this.
“Excellent, I’ll bring the drinks by momentarily,” he said, winking at us before leaving.
I tightened my hold around Aurora’s waist.
“Are you feeling territorial?” she chuckled.
“If I say I am, will you sit in my lap,min skat? I wish to be close to you this evening,” I admitted.
She pulled up her dress, displaying more of her golden legs. “I think that would be nice,” she murmured, straddling my thighs. My hand slid up her back as she got situated. She stopped momentarily to kiss me under my jaw like she had back at the ECCM.
“Well, it just seemed the thing to do at the time,”the ghost of her voice whispered across my mind.
Almost certain she was remembering what I was, I wondered. Did she want me to also do what I thought was ‘the thing to do at the time?’
My eyes closed briefly, and I fought the urge to lay her delectable body on the table before me and feast on herfisseuntil her screams of pleasure overrode the dampening charm. Instead, a more acceptable idea came to mind.
I helped her rotate until she was sitting on my leg rather than my full lap, and she looked over her shoulder at me quizzically.
