bed.
I'll let him sleep until breakfast is done then bring it to him in bed. Oh no, that won't work as his friend Demonicus is coming over this morning!
I quickly throw on a silk pajama top and matching shorts. Then set out a pair of men's brand new sweats that I purchased last year, to be prepared for a situation like this.
I could stand and stare at his magnificent body all day but, I'm starving and know he will be too when he wakes up. So I sneak out of the room and down to the kitchen, turn on my favorite tunes, and start breakfast for three.
I'm in the middle of my usual routine at breakfast time, dancing around my kitchen, head banging in time with the beat of Billy Idol's song, white wedding, letting my waist length long hair fly around, using the spatula as my microphone as I sing along, when I feel the burning sensation in my back between my shoulder blades again.
Franklin had just let Demonicus in after he telepathically woke him up then teleported here. Franklin had already checked in on Jinny, watched her for a brief moment fondly then answered the door clad only in the new sweatpants Jinny had left out for him, understanding the significance.
As he entered, Demonicus looked at Franklin with his eyebrows reaching for the top of his forehead.
Before Demonicus could utter even one word, Franklin put his finger to his lips, "Quietly, follow me. I don't want to disturb her from her fun yet."
His eyes are alight with so much love and happiness that Demonicus is taken aback, his eyes widening to saucers.
Where did my grumpy and demanding father go? She must be one hell of a woman to change him overnight....Oh.
He walked as silent as the wind behind Franklin, following him and the scent of something so mouth watering, he wanted to run, not walk.
At the sight that greeted him, he felt confused watching father smiling with love of all things in his eyes at the currently insane looking mortal woman that resembles his long dead mother.
I hear someone clearing their throat in what suspiciously sounds like it's covering up a laugh. Assuming it's Sen.... um, Franklin, I stop. Immediately overcome by the feeling of vertigo, I grab the countertop with my head down for a few moments, hair in disarray, while the room tilts back to normal and stops moving on me.
I feel my chest and face heating up in embarrassment as I wish my skin was darker to hide my blushes more easily.
"Hi honey, I was just...." I say as I flip my hair back over onto my shoulders, trailing off as I see another tall handsome man with jet black hair, and the build of a body builder staring at me with wide deep green eyes, mouth open, and his jaw hanging toward the floor.
Good God, do demons come in any category other than hot as hell and mouth watering?
I'm unable to hold back my own laughter at the look of sheer confusion and suspicion on the other man's face.
"What in hellfire were you doing, while listening to that, that noise?" Demonicus asks.
The question has me laughing even harder, bending over at the waist, my arms wrapped around my middle as the muscles spasm out of control. Yes, I can see the headlines now. Woman dies from laughter due to suspicious demon!
"Demonicus that was very rude." Franklin admonishes the demon gently, before he too begins convulsing with laughter for no reason at all. Not aware that he's just heard my thoughts, projected loud and clear.
I finally get my laughter under control, taking deep gasping breaths when I realize, I'm in front of a stranger clad in only my silk pajamas while I'm daydreaming about stripping my mate naked and doing him right there on the countertop. The non-hormonal part of me is trying to focus on the matter at hand.
"Oh screw it, they're just demons after all. It's not like they're going to call the fashion police!" I mumble under my breath quietly as I move quickly behind the counter to dish up food. My mate's hearty laughter causes me to look up from what I'm doing. I give him a
I'll let him sleep until breakfast is done then bring it to him in bed. Oh no, that won't work as his friend Demonicus is coming over this morning!
I quickly throw on a silk pajama top and matching shorts. Then set out a pair of men's brand new sweats that I purchased last year, to be prepared for a situation like this.
I could stand and stare at his magnificent body all day but, I'm starving and know he will be too when he wakes up. So I sneak out of the room and down to the kitchen, turn on my favorite tunes, and start breakfast for three.
I'm in the middle of my usual routine at breakfast time, dancing around my kitchen, head banging in time with the beat of Billy Idol's song, white wedding, letting my waist length long hair fly around, using the spatula as my microphone as I sing along, when I feel the burning sensation in my back between my shoulder blades again.
Franklin had just let Demonicus in after he telepathically woke him up then teleported here. Franklin had already checked in on Jinny, watched her for a brief moment fondly then answered the door clad only in the new sweatpants Jinny had left out for him, understanding the significance.
As he entered, Demonicus looked at Franklin with his eyebrows reaching for the top of his forehead.
Before Demonicus could utter even one word, Franklin put his finger to his lips, "Quietly, follow me. I don't want to disturb her from her fun yet."
His eyes are alight with so much love and happiness that Demonicus is taken aback, his eyes widening to saucers.
Where did my grumpy and demanding father go? She must be one hell of a woman to change him overnight....Oh.
He walked as silent as the wind behind Franklin, following him and the scent of something so mouth watering, he wanted to run, not walk.
At the sight that greeted him, he felt confused watching father smiling with love of all things in his eyes at the currently insane looking mortal woman that resembles his long dead mother.
I hear someone clearing their throat in what suspiciously sounds like it's covering up a laugh. Assuming it's Sen.... um, Franklin, I stop. Immediately overcome by the feeling of vertigo, I grab the countertop with my head down for a few moments, hair in disarray, while the room tilts back to normal and stops moving on me.
I feel my chest and face heating up in embarrassment as I wish my skin was darker to hide my blushes more easily.
"Hi honey, I was just...." I say as I flip my hair back over onto my shoulders, trailing off as I see another tall handsome man with jet black hair, and the build of a body builder staring at me with wide deep green eyes, mouth open, and his jaw hanging toward the floor.
Good God, do demons come in any category other than hot as hell and mouth watering?
I'm unable to hold back my own laughter at the look of sheer confusion and suspicion on the other man's face.
"What in hellfire were you doing, while listening to that, that noise?" Demonicus asks.
The question has me laughing even harder, bending over at the waist, my arms wrapped around my middle as the muscles spasm out of control. Yes, I can see the headlines now. Woman dies from laughter due to suspicious demon!
"Demonicus that was very rude." Franklin admonishes the demon gently, before he too begins convulsing with laughter for no reason at all. Not aware that he's just heard my thoughts, projected loud and clear.
I finally get my laughter under control, taking deep gasping breaths when I realize, I'm in front of a stranger clad in only my silk pajamas while I'm daydreaming about stripping my mate naked and doing him right there on the countertop. The non-hormonal part of me is trying to focus on the matter at hand.
"Oh screw it, they're just demons after all. It's not like they're going to call the fashion police!" I mumble under my breath quietly as I move quickly behind the counter to dish up food. My mate's hearty laughter causes me to look up from what I'm doing. I give him a
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