Partner

"Violet" as she's been dubbed, seems more like she doesn't like people and isn't sure of what to make of her situation. But you'll learn more about her later.

Right now... I'm more interested in this and am asking the question of... what happened to the sex that was obviously supposed to happen? Yeah, I dunno. Apparently nine hours of work can change the plot. Go figure.

Sucks, but that's what I get for nearly promising sex. Or.. did I? I can't remember any more.

Someone mentioned that they were "secretly" hoping for a threesome. Yeah, you're not the only one. Souse is hot. But he and Essuan are fairly happy together, it's just the pregnancy altering her behavior and the whole recalling what happened to the last child and all. Maybe I can nudge buuut then it would be all ... whorish. And I'm not certain what Mik would think of that.

*coughs*

No, I don't spend too much time plotting, whatever do you mean?

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He should have thought about the implications of other things.

As soon as the door to the apartment closed, Paw snarled at him and went to the green room.

Not certain as to what was wrong, Mik showered before following Paw. The Sidhe sat by a pot, tracing circles in the loose dirt. Paw had rearranged. Again. Trees were clustered in the middle, like a mini forest, and were surrounded, for the most part, by water filled vessels. Smaller plants were spattered here and there, in seemingly random places.

“Paw…”

“Paw not talking to Mik,” Paw responded morosely.

“Why not?”

“Mik no like Paw,” a sniffle before Paw stiffened and glared at Mik as if Mik had tricked him.

“I do lick you-” Mik caught himself, “Like. I like you, I enjoy your company, I would be hard pressed to find someone who affects me the way you do.”

“Blonde whore,” Paw responded.

“Neither of us is…” the blonde woman. Mik had all but forgotten about her. “Paw, that was nothing. I didn’t think I was checking her out. Koln’s on your side in that debate though so I guess I was.”

“Mik no appreciate-”

“I do.”

“Mik no like-”

“I do.”

“No want-”

“Damn it, I want you, Paw, even when you’re moody and irrationally and obviously and annoyingly Sidhe, I want you. You are the one who has been ignoring me, not the other way around,” Mik didn’t realise he had raised his voice until the silence cut through the room.

Paw stood and brushed off the seat of his pants. He drew himself to his full height and took on the stance that Mik had only seen on Hohi, a slouched back and dangerous look. The Sidhe practically glided over the floor to Mik.

Mik was so stunned by the change in behaviour that he didn’t notice the hand on his bruised shoulder until it squeezed. The pain brought him to his knees, and Paw gazed down at him lazily. The hand relaxed, just slightly and Paw sighed out.

“If you think that I ignore you because I bore of you, or because I lack feelings, you are entirely mistaken,” a squeeze, “it is the opposite. You don’t take Souse seriously, and therefore you don’t take me seriously. Behave. If you do not, then you will no longer have to wonder what sahsowa is, because I will put you into a state of it.”

Paw released Mik’s shoulder and walked away silently.

Mik shook as he reached for his shoulder.

The phone downstairs rang. He forced himself to his feet and went down the steps to answer the phone. Paw was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels as if nothing had happened.

“Hullo?”

“Tell me exactly why is it that I’m calling you?” Koln growled.

“I don’t know, considering-”

“The emergency crew is on the elevator, what happened?”

“…” how to explain it? Mik turned his back on Paw but could still feel the Sidhe’s eyes watching him as he left the living room and went to the apartment’s door, “I… just got put in my place.”

“Put in your place?”

Mik opened the door and left the apartment, turning towards the elevator. He didn’t like how weak his own voice sounded as he said, “Yes. I stepped out of line, Paw put me back.”

“Mik…” the warning, the question.

He was at the elevator when it dinged and the doors pulled open, “I’m fine. Whole of body, whole of mind. It was nothing to get worked up over.”

The emergency group had seemingly no weapons with them, were dressed in some strange, new material, and each had on a small ear piece that would allow them to communicate at all times. One nodded at Mik and hit the down button.

“Nothing to get worked up over? Mik. If it was nothing to get worked up over, why are you crying?”

“I am not crying,” Mik turned away from the elevator and wiped at his face. Wet trailed across the back of his bare arm.

“Surprised the emergency crew left you there,” Koln muttered, mostly to himself, “go back inside and try to get some sleep. We’ll discuss this in the morning.”

“There’s nothing to discuss!”

“Mik.”

“Mik?” Paw peeked out of the apartment and gaped at the man, “what, what? What Koln says?”

Paw closed the distance between them with startling speed and snatched the phone from Mik’s hand even as he protested, “What Koln say to Mik? No mean to Mik! No mean. Bad Koln.”

And the Sidhe clicked the phone off. Mik reached for the phone, trying desperately to get it back, but Paw’s arms were longer. Paw pushed Mik away, just enough to look him in the eyes, then slid an arm around him and drew him close. A brief, light squeeze and Paw was leading him back into the apartment.

Mik was ushered to the nest as if he were some kind of invalid and pushed and prodded into the pillows and blankets until he was covered, toe to neck. The Paw wandered into the living room and shut off the television. Then the lights. The Sidhe stopped in the bathroom for a few minutes before re-entering the bedroom and crawling into the nest with Mik.

A tentative hand in the dark touched his chest under the blankets. Mik reached up and laid his own hand over Paw’s, squeezed it before bringing it to his lips and giving it a light kiss.

He didn’t understand these strange feelings that were welling up inside of him. Like… he was ashamed of being him…

Paw slid across the nest and burrowed deeper into it, right beside Mik. A leg tucked around him, a head set on his good shoulder. Heated breath tickled his neck where, a moment later, lips kissed. Paw kissed up his neck and along his jaw line before capturing Mik’s lips with his own. A kiss. A whimper. A grinding of bodies against one another.

A reminder that he was alive and that this was his life. This body before him…

Mik trailed his fingers down Paw’s sides, then back up and over the Sidhe’s arms. He knew the warmth was there, he felt the touch of skin on skin yet at the same time it seemed too surreal to exist. Paw leaned in and kissed Mik, tongue darting into Mik’s mouth for one playful moment before the Sidhe sighed with contentment and draped himself once more over Mik’s chest.

Yes, Mik should have thought of the implications of pairing off with a Sidhe, of being a partner and caretaker for something other than himself. He should have realised then that he could not remain separate from Paw.

“Ohhaheyunmoysha,” Mik muttered, trying to recall what Lillow had said in the museum.

Paw’s head lifted off his chest, “what?”

“Nothing. Just… something I heard.”

It was just so easy to take advantage and take for granted the things he had in his life. And yet everyone had been content to just let him take and take. Punish him when he went too far but never to try to show him how much they mattered or what they really meant.

Or… something like that.

How the hell was he going to explain it to Koln without sounding either philosophical or like some kind of neglected, abused child with daddy issues?


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