SaDiablo Hall, Dhemlan, Kaeleer, Saturday Evening (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

The first week Karla, Warren, and Raven had been back, they had been granted a leave on lessons. After all, Warren and Raven had just graduated from high school and that was an accomplishment of some note. Even Lucivar had announced his morning exercises for the week were voluntary only, making the three of them (okay, Raven and Warren) immediately popular among the coven and boyos.

Granted, calling the lessons "voluntary" was kind of a joke, because Lucivar was a prick, but it was the thought that counted.

The following week, however, it was business as usual, or, rather lessons as usual. Though Karla was the youngest at eighteen, Saetan had a firm rule that while Jaenelle's friends stayed at the Hall, they took lessons. The coven and boyos privately agreed that it was a last-ditch attempt to keep them out of mischief while they stayed, but since they'd all run off the most obnoxious of tutors years ago, the lessons that remained were no hardship.

And some, like Protocol, were necessary. Especially when dealing with the kind of Protocol only found in Courts. Some Protocol lessons were taken together, polishing the give and take between the sexes in a Court. Others, like this one, were separate, with the boyos sitting down and learning about what it was like to act as Consorts to Queens. Granted, Saetan hadn't been a Consort in over fifty thousand years, but that didn't matter. Saetan was the foremost expert on Protocol, then and now.

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[changeable-eyes.livejournal.com]

Jaenelle looked from Warren to Karla and back. "And on that note, I think I'm going to go and see if I can't pick a fight with Lucivar for a bit. I'm feeling rather...severalth wheelish."

She dropped a wink at both of them. "Don't forget to be up in time for sparring with Lucivar," she chided, walking towards the door. "No matter how late you stay up."

[wwiii]

Oh yeah. That was absolutely a grin, right there, solemn expressions on the other boyos or no.

"We'll be up," he promised, and then directed his grin back to Karla. "But we'll probably be in need of a lot of coffee in the morning."

[glacial_queen]

"You might want to ask Mrs. Beale to make double the usual amount," Karla agreed, fingering Warren's collar and using that to pull him to her. "Just as a suggestion."

[wwiii]

And what a good suggestion it was, wasn't it?

Warren leaned forward, chuckled as his lips brushed against Karla's, and let one clawed (and copiously ringed) hand trail idly down her back.

"Actually," he murmured, breath warm against her mouth, "I have a suggestion, too. Interested?"

[glacial_queen]

"Yeeees?" Karla breathed, nibbling at his bottom lip.

She was hoping it would have something to do with the both of them wearing significantly less clothing. Or maybe just less significant clothing, as it were.

[wwiii]

"See," Warren murmured, "I was just thinking the coven and boyos might like a little privacy..."

[glacial_queen]

"You're so thoughtful that way," Karla said, moving from his lip to his jaw and then down the strong column of his throat. "If you think they'd appreciate it, we could probably head off to our rooms..."

[wwiii]

"Rooms? More than one room?" Damn, was it hard to keep his focus when she was kissing him like that. He leaned his head back, eyes half-closed as he tried to keep his brain functioning long enough for him to throw together more words. "I thought perhaps we could actually head off to the same room..."

[glacial_queen]

"I meant the suite of chambers that have been given over for our use, silly male," Karla said, nipping at the sensitive spot on the side of his neck. "Of course the same room."

Just, you know, they had a variety to choose from. The bedroom in her suite. The one in his. The sitting room. The study. Hell's fire, even the bathroom would work in a pinch.

[wwiii]

"We could explore them all very extensively," Warren purred, leaning his head back a little more. Oh, her mouth. Her mouth. "Over the course of the night. Start with one... no rush..."

[glacial_queen]

"Take me upstairs?" she breathed against his skin. "I'm pretty sure no one will miss us."

Or that she'd care, even if they did.

"I can show you exactly how much I like you in paint."

You know. Slowly. One room at a time. All night.