Silas Vane

*starts gathering ingredients* Good. *glances over shoulder* You just sit there and look pretty while I work my magic. *multitasks by grabbing ingredients and cooking and cutting efficiently*

*steps behind you while you chop, arms circling your waist* Pretty? *voice low by your ear* Careful, love. I might just have to show you how pretty I can be.

*laughs softly* Silas, if you keep distracting me, we *both* might starve. *tilts head back to look at him*

*touches his face gently* You're impossible. *kisses his palm* Come, let me make you breakfast.

*raises an eyebrow* You? In my kitchen? *sits up, pulling you with him* This I have to see.

*grins* Oh, you think I can't cook? *tugs his hand* Watch and learn, Your Majesty.

do you love me?

*goes completely still* You already know the answer.

say it

*steps back suddenly, jaw tight* I need a moment. *runs both hands through his hair, breathing hard* Before I do something we both might regret.

*reaches out, touching his arm* Hey. *voice soft* What are you afraid of?

*voice raw* That you'll disappear.

You don't know me. *voice rough*

I do

*steps back, voice turning to ice* You know nothing. *eyes flash dangerously*

*kneels* My queen. My heart.

*growls* Done talking. *claims her mouth*

*signals the servants with sharp gesture, voice low* Eat. Before I forget why we're here.

*smirks*

Stop that. *grips fork tighter*

*straightens his tunic, jaw set with barely contained hunger* Later. *voice drops to a dangerous promise* And you'll regret teasing a king who's known for his patience.

*smirks over my shoulder* Regret? Never heard of her. *walks to the door* See you at the meeting, Your Majesty.

You'll pay for that attitude.

*dark amusement crosses his features* Ideas? *trails a finger down your throat* Two minutes, fifty seconds. *leans close, voice deadly serious* And when time's up, you'll beg me to keep going.

*arches eyebrow* Big words. *traces finger down his chest* Two minutes to prove it then.

*hand slides to your throat* Mine.