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STOLEN BY THE PAST Chapter Four: Had'Rian smiled also and leaned down to kiss him. Against his mouth he said, "I promise." In the cover of darkness, Behan turned in Had'Rian's arms and pressed their fronts together, winding his arms up and around his lover's neck. Their mouths pressed together, then opened slowly. Behan felt Had'Rian's palms stroking down over his bottom. "I think perhaps you are the one who was affected by the spirits," he breathed. Had'Rian gripped harder. "I think so, too." All trace of their smiles gone, the men kissed again, deeper this time, more urgent. The time they had spent apart in the tavern had been too long. The hatred they had felt from each of their kind had only made their love burn stronger. And they knew that back at the cottage they would find no peace or time for hungry gropes. In the distance, Behan heard the approaching footfalls of horses' hooves. He tried to block them out and prayed that Had'Rian would not hear them. He curled his hands up over Had'Rian's ears, entwining his fingers through his sandy mop of hair. When Had'Rian tried to pull away Behan would not let him. "Behan," Had'Rian laughed against his mouth. "Don't stop," Behan begged, kissing him again. "Someone is coming." "I don't care." He kissed Had'Rian again. |
"Yes, you do." "Tonight I do not." Had'Rian kissed him once more and then pulled away. Behan pouted up at him. Sometimes he wished his lover were more daring. He remembered the times in Deilan's tavern when he had pulled Had'Rian into a cubicle in the patrons toilets, begging for his lips and his hand. Had'Rian had always refused. Sometimes he was such a prude. "Through travellers will not care what we are doing," Behan said, curling himself against Had'Rian's side. "They will not even see us in the dark." Had'Rian smacked his wandering hands away. "They will and then we will be in trouble." "Pah," Behan sighed. "I do not care." Had'Rian raised his eyebrows. "What?" Behan asked. "I do not care." "You will when they are -" "Kiss me, Had'Rian," Behan said, not wanting to hear Had'Rian's common sense. He curled his palm around his lover's cheek, guiding his mouth back down to his. "Behan," Had'Rian scolded. "What is the matter with you?" Behan blinked slowly, seductively up into his face. "What do you think is the matter with me?" He pressed their fronts together again and Had'Rian laughed softly, enjoying it despite his objections. "Let's hide until they pass by," he purred against Had'Rian's ear. "What will we do once they have gone?" Had'Rian asked, playing along.
Behan licked his tongue into Had'Rian's ear and felt him shudder. "Whatever you wish."
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