Double Trouble

Chapter 6

Sarah woke up with an all too familiar sensation rolling around in her belly. ‘Oh God,’ she inwardly groaned. She slowly climbed from the rumpled bedding, careful not to wake her slumbering bed partners. At least tonight they had fallen asleep next to her and not on either side of her.

Moving gingerly and breathing deeply, she shuffled into the small space where their toilet area was held and vomited up the remains of her dinner. She tried to be quiet, so as to not disturb either man. No such luck. A cool hand slipped under her forehead to support her and another rubbed her back gently. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, before gagging again, tears stinging her eyes.

“Hush,” Quinn murmured gently. “Just let your body do what it needs to do.”

When the spasms finally died, she sat back and quietly accepted the damp cloth that Drake held out to her. She wiped her face and gently pulled away from Quinn. “Please, I need to be alone for a moment.”

Both men hesitated, she knew they would, but then disappeared around the screen. They were likely waiting for her on the other side. She stood slowly, fighting the nausea. It was always this way when her courses came. Just to be sure she lifted her soft nightgown and sighed at the blood smearing her thighs. She wiped at it with the damp cloth. God it was probably all over the sheets too. What a mess.

Sarah bit her lip as a strange sensation swirled through her chest. She wasn’t pregnant after all. That was clear enough. Vaguely she realized it was probably too soon in the marriage to want a child, but oddly she had been hoping just a bit that it would happen. Not meaning to, she began to cry very softly. The pain of failure began build and with a choking sob she slid to the floor and cried her heart out.

***

Quinn rolled and murmured in discontent as he felt Sarah leave the bed. He opened his eyes and blinked, watching her cross the room. She was moving very slowly, as if in pain. Maybe a bellyache from their rich dinner? He nudged Drake lightly to rouse the gently snoring man and then rolled out of the bed. He neared the screen Sarah had disappeared behind just as she began to retch up the contents of her stomach.

Drake sat up sharply in the bed and jumped up to follow Quinn. She sounded like she was fighting it, trying to be quiet and hide it from them. Morning sickness? No, far too early for that. She had to be ill. Drake quickly grabbed a cloth and wetted it, before following Quinn around the screen.

They waited until she calmed and sat back. Drake handed her the cloth and watched her intently, hoping his little wife wasn’t, indeed, ill. “Please, I need to be alone for a moment,” she whispered, pulling away from Quinn and refusing to look up. The two exchanged a worried glance before leaving her alone.

At first it was quiet, except for the soft rustle of cloth. Then in the stillness of the room the first soft gasps of her crying filled the room. They fought to stay away as she asked, bodies tense with the need to hold her and rock her worries away.

Drake’s face hardened as a heartbroken sob filled the darkened room. He moved past Quinn and rounded the screen to see Sarah hunched over on the floor, lit only by a small candle, holding a bloody cloth in her hand. Her courses had come? This was what was making her sick? So she wasn’t pregnant then. A small pang of regret filled him briefly until he realized what she was feeling must be ten times worse. He remembered his own mother sobbing for days each time she failed to conceive, leaving Drake as the only heir to the Dukedom.

“Sarah, Love, don’t cry,” he murmured gently. He bent and carefully scooped her up. “There will be plenty of time for babies Darling,” he said softly, cradling her as he passed Quinn and moved to their bed. Quinn followed them and both snuggled Sarah securely between them, waiting for her sobbing to calm.

Finally she quieted, hiccupping occasionally and sniffing. The aftermath of a good cry always left her sleepy and bit headachy, but she couldn’t leave them in a state of worry. “I’m sorry. My courses always make me a bit emotional during the first day or so,” she murmured huskily. “I suppose…I had just hoped a little…that I would get pregnant soon. But like you said, there is plenty of time.”

Quinn and Drake exchanged a glance over the worn out young woman, neither sure what to do in this situation. To their relief she simply sighed and dozed off between them. It was a long time before either could settle enough to sleep, both concerned with keeping watch over the woman they’d brought into their lives…realizing just how very fragile such a creature could be.

***

If they thought their night was an alarming experience, the morning was downright confusing. Sarah felt horrible, shifting between cramping and nausea all morning. As a result she became rather disagreeable to all those that dared to come near her. Only her maid dared to be near her without fear of her unstable temper, plying her with toast and ginger tea.

Quinn and Drake quickly learned not to coddle her, or even come near her, very quickly. After facing irrational anger and crying all morning the two finally escaped, the maid pushing them both from the room. To their exasperation Sarah floated into the dinning room that night, pale, but looking rather happy. She apologized for her irrational moods, explaining it was typical, and then piled her plate high with food.

Quinn and Drake wisely nodded, and then returned to filling their own plates. Both decided that they would likely learn that Sarah couldn’t be sweet and seductive all hours of the day. There was definitely more to a woman than that. Despite that Quinn tentatively spoke up. “Sarah?”

Sarah looked up, smiling happily at the blond man. “Yes Quinn?”

“H-how long…how long does this last…your courses?” he asked, hesitating slightly. He grew up with brothers. He didn’t know much about this kind of situation, except that he had always been relieved when a mistress reported that her courses had come.

She blinked for a moment and then laughed. “Oh my,” she gasped after a moment. She apologized when both men frowned lightly. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you both looked so concerned. You’re not afraid of me now are you?” Both men flushed lightly and shook their heads. Sarah smiled and laughed a little again. “My course only last a few days and only the first day or so is bad. You’ll learn not to talk to me for the first little while. I can’t help yelling and crying. I just feel so sick and awful, that everyone but my maid irritates me terribly. The only reason Jessica doesn’t bother me is because she knows exactly how to make my tea and what to do for me, depending on my symptoms. Don’t worry yourselves. I won’t harm you, you know.”

Drake and Quinn nodded and smiled, a bit relieved. “We’ll remember that next time,” Drake murmured. “Will you remain in our bed for the duration then?”

She flushed and looked at her plate, poking at her steamed carrots. “Do you wish for me to? I have my own rooms, of course, just down the hall.”

“Stay with us,” Quinn murmured gently.

“I wouldn’t want to interfere with…the intimacy in our bed,” she murmured, blushing bright red.

“How could you?” Drake asked sipping his wine and watching her carefully. What on earth was she blushing for? They knew her body intimately after all.

“It’s rather messy and…unclean…” she trailed off, wringing her napkin in her lap.

“Doesn’t bother me Darling. Does it bother you Quinn?” Drake asked softly.

“No,” Quinn responded confidently. Sarah nodded, blushing. She returned to picking at her food, realizing this was probably one of many embarrassing situations they’d all go through.

***

By the night of the masquerade, Sarah was feeling like her self and happily descended the stairs into the Littleton’s wide ballroom. She had been looking forward to the evening out, having stayed in during her courses. Her two handsome men spent a considerable part of the evening dancing and flirting with her, intent on coaxing out the fun-loving female they’d taken into their lives. She had enjoyed it all immensely and was happy that she’d agreed to come to the curious affair.

Despite the relief of being out and about again, she was also looking forward, very much, to Quinn and Drake performing tonight. They’d already told her what was expected in such a performance, so she was prepared and more than a little impatient. She supposed she should have been shocked at such a blatant public display, and those that attended it, but she wasn’t. Sarah supposed that a lot of alcohol and such went into entertainments like the masquerade, so it was easy to see how things would rapidly race out of control.

The room that had been set up for Drake was actually rather secluded, and only a small selection of the guests could attend directly. The others were left to try to peak through doorways and tiny holes drilled into the wall.

On the way to the room Sarah caught a flash of blond that looked oddly familiar. Frowning she followed it and to her dismay caught her young cousin peering through a low hole in the wall. She marched up to the young woman and grabbed her arm, jerking her up. “What are you doing here?” she whispered fiercely at the startled, heavily robed and masked woman. “Don’t you dare deny it’s you, I’d recognize that hair anywhere.”

Laura jerked her arm away. “My fiancé agreed to escort me. I’m safe. I just wanted to see what was so interesting about this room,” she confessed. “I’ve heard whispers about it all night.”

Sarah frowned behind her mask. Her cousin needed a lesson in what this kind of event encouraged. She grabbed the young woman’s wrist again. “Very well. Come with me. You’ll see first hand why I didn’t want you to come here.” She marched into the room that had been prepared for their entertainment and pulled Laura into a seat with her in the very front of the seating.

The room oozed with sensuality, with its rich colors and fabric. It was large, larger than any bedroom she’d seen. Very likely it was normally a parlor or a sitting room. But now a large bed, lacking a head and footboard, dominated the center of the room. All around chairs were scattered for the comfort of the viewers, some in the shadows for those that wished to indulge themselves. Drake had explained it all to her, making sure she understood completely what would happen in here.

“What is this?” Laura whispered, so only Sarah could hear.

Sarah leaned over and murmured, “One of the evening’s entertainments. Two men will perform for us. You’ll know who they are when they come out. Pay attention Darling. I won’t teach this lesson twice. If you don’t think you’re ready, leave now and find Leo to take you away from here.” To Sarah’s dismay, Laura’s shoulders firmed and she settled in her seat.

Fortunately Leo appeared and spotted his stubborn little fiancée. He wore only a half mask, so really he was easy to recognize. Hopefully he could get her out of the room without anyone connecting the clues and uncovering the identity of his bride. Realizing she’d only struggle if he forced her, he sat next to her and held her hand lightly. “Darling, you do know that two men will be in that bed…don’t you?” he murmured. When Laura nodded firmly, he sighed and sat back.

He wasn’t new to such viewings, but he didn’t like having her here one bit. Hell, as far as he knew, she’d never even seen a naked man and here she was getting ready to watch two of their peers sink into roles of flagrant debauchery. Shouldn’t he be the first and only man she ever saw nude? It didn’t seem at all right for the innocent blond at his side to see what was about to happen, especially considering she was still a virgin. His face hardened and he stood, tossing off any fear of someone recognizing them. “I’m sorry Darling. You’re not going to watch this,” he growled. “I’m the only man you’re ever going to see naked, in a bed. Is that clear?”

Laura blinked at him through her mask and Sarah smiled to herself. It was about time. She was beginning to worry that she’d really have to continue with her lesson. She’d been sure that Laura would balk at the door and even once they sat and she explained the situation. Laura hadn’t, of course, being nearly as stubborn as Sarah.

Laura started to splutter angrily, “But I wanted to watch.”

“Fine,” Leo growled. “I’ll take you somewhere and you can look at me all you like.” With that he scooped her up and packed her, kicking and protesting, from the room. Sarah sighed and relaxed back, grateful that only a few people had entered the room. Laura could be terribly spoiled at times.

She turned her attention back to the bed and waited patiently. Drake had told her it would start around midnight and it was nearly that time now.

The room filled steadily, everyone remaining rather quiet and keeping to them selves. It was one thing to watch this and another to be identified. Some of the richest, most influential men and women of their circle filled the room. She was sure she recognized a few people, those who hadn’t carefully hidden their identities.

Sarah had taken extra care tonight. She was dressed all in rich red and draped in a silk, hooded cloak to cover her darker flesh and black hair. An elegant black mask covered her entire face, ensuring that nothing would identify her as the country’s newest Duchess. Few women amongst her peers had hair as black and none of them had her tanned skin. She would stand out instantly and a scandal would undeniably follow.

A few minutes later, two tall women sat on either side of her, each nodding a silent greeting, before turning their attention to the center of the room. Both had long, rich brown hair, nearly identical in color and two pairs of green eyes had regarded her coolly before turning away. She decided they must be sisters from the similar features. She wondered if she knew them from other parties.

Deciding it would be best to ignore those around her, Sarah turned her attention back to the bed, wondering when Drake and Quinn would make their appearance. She only had to wait a few moments and the sound of Drake’s warm, rich voice filled the room.

“In here love. No one will disturb us here,” he purred soothingly. Sarah smiled to herself. Drake sounded like he was coaxing an innocent young maiden into a dark corner, not a big, handsome Duke. From the startled murmurs that skittered over the audience, they hadn’t realized whom Drake would choose either.

Sarah turned her head and saw Drake pulling Quinn gently in to the room and towards the center of the room. Quinn looked nervous and unsure behind his half mask; he was having difficulty slipping into the role placed on him. After all it wasn’t easy to pretend that twenty pairs of eyes weren’t watching every move you made. Drake, on the other hand, looked like he was totally at easy. From what Sarah knew of her husband, she supposed he was in his element here. She had a sneaking suspicion that he did this because he loved to be watched. The thought warmed her belly and her cheeks. What had she married into?

One of the twins at her side chuckled softly, the sound rich and decidedly male, as Drake stopped at the bed and pulled Quinn into his embrace. Sarah turned to her right, eyes wide. The twin returned her gaze and winked. He leaned in and purred softly, “Good disguise hmm?” She simply nodded and tried to turn her attention back to Drake and Quinn. Drake had leaned into Quinn and was gently kissing the younger man, trying to relax and arouse him for what was to come.

The male twin leaned further and whispered in her ear. “Your husband is very good at this you know.”

Sarah nodded absently, watching Drake’s fingers nimbly part the buttons of Quinn’s shirt. For such a big man Sarah was surprised at how delicate and nimble Drake could be. It wasn’t until he began to push Quinn’s shirt down his arms that the twin’s words sank in. She gave a strangled gasp and started to stand. A slim hand grabbed her own and tugged he back into her seat before others could notice the disturbance.

“Don’t,” the twin warned softly. “I doubt any of them know darling. I simply recognized Drake and decided you must be his wife. You danced with him and his current playmate all evening. Am I wrong?”

“No,” she whispered, quaking under the threat of ruination. “Please…please don’t tell,” she pleaded softly.

“I won’t,” he assured. “I have nothing but love for these two. Now let’s watch and talk later, hmm?” he advised. She nodded and turned back to the men before her.

***

“I’m nervous Drake,” Quinn murmured into Drake’s ear, as Drake pulled his shirt off. “There are so many here.”

“Mm,” Drake hummed. “Lovely isn’t it? Don’t worry love. Soon you won’t be able to think and it’ll all flow smoothly. Just bear with me,” Drake murmured against the hollow below Quinn’s ear. He pulled Quinn’s jacket and shirt away completely and tossed them away from the bed. “I’ll make you feel good.”

Quinn shuddered lightly under the soft words and Drake’s warm gliding mouth. Tingles skittered over and down his body as Drake’s lips and tongue slid sensuously over his jaw and down his neck. Quinn felt the first blooms of heat low in his belly and the gentle stirring of arousal between his thighs. It never failed to amaze him how easily Drake could draw a reaction out of anyone. Even as boys, even before they had begun to explore the delights of the bedroom, Drake had drawn speculative and appreciative glances from some of the older boys and the teachers at school.

Quinn shuddered again when Drake’s mouth moved lower and gently tugged at his tightening nipples. He slid his fingers into Drake’s dark locks and closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of Drake’s suckling mouth and gliding tongue. It was a sin that someone could be so good at something so simple. He protested softly as Drake rose and took his mouth, this kiss much harder and hungrier than the one before.

He missed the touch of Drake’s lips on his chest, but Quinn wasn’t going to complain if this is what he got instead. His world narrowed down to long, stroking fingers and Drake’s warm, wet mouth and tongue. Quinn barely even registered the moment he moved from standing to flat on his back on the cool sheets of a bed. He didn’t register the fact that twenty people sat around them, watching intently, waiting for more. All he cared about was what Drake’s body was doing to his own.

Vaguely he felt Drake moved back slightly to removed his own jacket and shirt. He whimpered softly at the brief loss of Drake’s mouth, but groaned raggedly as the hard wall of Drake’s chest slid against his own moments later. He’d never been particularly attracted to men before Drake. Men were nice enough, in his mind, but he’d preferred women’s soft, sweet-smelling bodies, to the harder, musky flesh of his male friends. With Drake, though, all thoughts of soft breasts and warm, welcoming thighs fell away. Instead he found himself grinding his hips up, seeking to slide against the hard, thick flesh he knew would be there; waiting for the rough, deep groan in his ear and the counter thrust of Drake’s hips.

It was heady stuff, being with Drake. Quinn sighed softly against Drake’s mouth and let his hands glide down from Drake’s soft, dark hair, and over his broad, muscled back. He moaned, excited by the bunching and shifting of Drake’s muscles under smooth, silky skin. Quinn reached even further, cupped the round firmness of Drakes gently thrusting rear.

Drake shivered as Quinn’s hands cupped around his rear. For a man who’d only been with another once, Quinn had surprisingly good instincts as to where Drake most liked to be touched. He ground his hips down again, thrilling at the long, thick bulge in Quinn’s black trousers. Drake wondered idly what Quinn would feel like inside his body. They hadn’t experimented much, between just the two of them, since he’d taken Quinn in the library. It didn’t seem quite fair to with his little wife unwilling to participate, for fear of a mess. It wasn’t as though he required intercourse everyday, but now after several days of nothing, he was hungry.

He slid slowly down Quinn’s body, kissing and suckling sensitive skin as he moved. Drake secretly gloated over every groan and gasp he drew from the younger man. After all Quinn wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin. Dipping his tongue gently in and around Quinn’s navel, Drake flicked opened the buttons of Quinn’s trousers and slid his hand inside. As his hand met hard, damp flesh, Quinn shuddered and groaned, arching slightly off the bed. “You like that hmm?” he murmured roughly.

“Yes,” Quinn gasped, clutching at Drake’s hard, wide shoulders. “Please,” he groaned.

“Mm, please what?” Drake murmured tugging Quinn’s trousers down with his free hand.

Quinn lifted his hips and helped Drake get his trousers down until they tangled at his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and sighed as his legs were freed from the cloth shackles. “Don’t make me beg,” he growled softly.

Drake laughed lightly and scooted down the bed. He leaned in and nipped and kissed over the sensitive flesh of Quinn’s thighs. Gently running his nose and lips over the heavy sacs between Quinn’s quivering thighs, he continued to move his hand in light, teasing strokes up and down the thick shaft of his lover. He knew what Quinn wanted, what he had asked for, but Drake wanted to tease him just a little first.

“Tease,” Quinn growled, arching his hips under the hot caress of lips and breath between his thighs.

Drake laughed lightly, sending puffs of caressing, warm breath over Quinn’s balls and rear. He nudged at the sacs with his nose once more before rising up a bit and grinning. “You’re very impatient love.” He laughed again at Quinn’s dark look. With a small smile in place he leaned in and ran his tongue up the long length of Quinn’s arousal. Chuckling softly at the instant, groaning reaction of his lover, he slid his mouth down and completely enveloped Quinn’s body. Drake relaxed his jaw and throat, easing Quinn inside completely, until Quinn’s blunt head brushed over the back of his throat. It had taken years to be able to do this without risk of gagging, but as he swallowed and Quinn jerked, he decided it was worth it.

Quinn fought the overwhelming urge to thrust into Drake’s mouth as Drake’s throat and tongue caressed him incessantly. The only relief he had from the mind-blowing sensations were when Drake pulled back slightly to breath. One of Quinn’s mistresses had had this particular skill, but unlike her, Drake understood just where to caress and where to lick to drive his partner insane. After only a few short moment of the exquisite torture, his balls began to tighten and fire bloomed in his groin and belly. Gasping, he pulled Drake up, demanding that he stop.

Drake rose up with a small, understanding smile and pulled away. “No sense in ending yet, right love?” he murmured. He slid from the bed and quickly discarded his own remaining clothing, before lying along side Quinn. Drake leaned over and kissed Quinn again, running his fingers lightly over Quinn’s chest. “I want you inside me tonight love,” he murmured into the space between their lips.

Quinn pulled back a bit, startled at the request, “Are you sure? What if I hurt you?”

Drake smiled lightly. “You won’t, I’ll talk you through it. It’s no different than with a woman you know.” He rolled onto his belly and rose up onto his hand and knees.

Quinn sat up and hesitantly reached for a container of oil that sat on a table at the side of the bed. He moved up onto his knees and shuffled around behind Drake. “You have a nice bottom love,” he murmured softly, eyeing the hard, muscled cheeks before him. Drake laughed lightly and shook his head. He sank to his elbows so Quinn had full access to his rear and waited to see what the blond man would do.

Quinn set the oil on the sheet next to him and reached down to gently caress Drake’s back and rear. Drake really did have a nice bottom, Quinn thought, running his middle finger down the crevice between Drake’s cheeks. Sarah had a nice bottom too. While he’d been a bit disappointed that he couldn’t slide between her thighs until she was with child, he had thoroughly enjoyed sinking into her lovely little rear. He knew it would be the same with Drake.

But first he would prepare Drake a bit. Usually he’d just sink right in, careful and slow, but without any preparation. With all of the people watching, though, he decided a little play would be in order. He leaned forward and gently nipped at each hard cheek before spreading them carefully.

Drake looked over his shoulder, a bit surprised at what, he realized, Quinn intended. The warning didn’t make the shock any less great as soft lips grazed his sensitive, puckered entrance. He gasped and then groaned as Quinn’s warm tongue slide out and gently flicked against his body.

After a moment of teasing, Quinn moved forward and gently began to probe at the entrance, his tongue tenderly coaxing the tight muscle to relax and open. “Fuck,” Drake groaned. He’d forgotten how good it felt to be on the receiving end of this caress. Usually he was the one to take control after all.

To his dismay he actually whimpered when the tongue drew away. Where was his relaxed control when he needed it most? The tongue was replaced with one and then two long, slick fingers, opening and relaxing his body, preparing him for much more. “Ready love?” he heard Quinn gasp thickly from above. He nodded weakly, clutching at the pillow under his face.

The fingers withdrew and Quinn’s hot and heavy length brushed down his sensitized flesh, leaving a trail of oil in its wake. He grunted softly as the blunt head pressed against him and then slowly slipped inside. Quinn moved slowly, rocking slightly, opening Drake wide to his intrusion. Drake, for all his sexual prowess and control, could only hang onto the abused pillow and gasp at the searing pleasure the racked his body.

Quinn sank to the hilt inside Drake’s shuddering body, surprised that Drake had seemingly lost all control. He couldn’t remember him every looking so lost in a moment. Drake enjoyed sex, immensely, but he always looked controlled, always took control. The thought that he’d discomposed the older man was rather gratifying. Gently he tugged at Drake’s shoulders and coaxed him to kneel against his own body.

Drake rose to his knees and reach back to grasp Quinn’s forearms for balance in the awkward, leaning position. Quinn kissed his neck gently and moved his hands around to take Drake’s length and heavy sacs into his grasp. He caressed and stroked Drake for a moment before carefully pulling back and moving forward again.

Drake shuddered and groaned as Quinn’s hands caressed his heavy male flesh, and slid slowly in and out of his body, each thrust sending a simmering wave of pleasure through Drake’s body, tightening his groin even further. As the tightening sensation grew, Quinn’s thrusts increased, signaling his own growing excitement. His movements were becoming irregular and rough, telling Drake that his lover was fast approaching his climax.

Drake smoothed his hand down over Quinn’s right hand, guiding him in the caress Drake preferred, hoping his own climax came before Quinn’s took him. He felt Quinn’s forehead drop this his shoulder and suddenly his thrusts were hard and deep, his breath ragged with pleasure.

Drake felt the telltale tightening in his groin that signaled the end and moved Quinn’s hand faster. His orgasm came hard seconds later, tearing through his groin and out over the pristine white of the sheets. He gasped and groaned, shuddering and jerking with white-hot pleasure. Through the haze of satisfaction in his mind he felt Quinn’s hips jerk and his long fingers digging into his hips. Quinn shouted something and gasped, then pulsed hard inside Drake’s body.

After a few tense seconds the two men sagged, spent and thoroughly satisfied; a sensation that came only after long, hard sex. Drake slid forward onto his belly, gasping. Quinn winced lightly as he was pulled from his lover’s body and flopped on his back panting. He glanced around the room with heavy eyes. It wasn’t really surprising to see several couples sprawled on the thick red carpets of the room. That was the outcome of any of the shows he’d ever seen, at least.

He spotted Sarah near the far side of the bed from him. She was trying very hard to keep her eyes from wandering, but failing nonetheless. Quinn nudged at Drake and told him to look at his wife. Drake chuckled softly when he saw her wide-eyed, curious gaze, especially at the people on either side of her. They looked like twins, sisters, but as on of them had a lush blond riding their lap, it didn’t seem probable that they were sisters. The female twin was eyeing Sarah with a hungry look in her eyes. “Should we rescue her from the woman?” Quinn asked, brushing his lips over Drake’s shoulder and neck.

“I suppose so,” Drake murmured. “As intriguing as it would be to watch, I don’t think she’s really ready to deal with another woman.” Drake stood, wincing slightly and the dull ache in his lower back from the awkward position. He stretched and then moved forward to rescue his wife from the leering female at her side. “You look lonely my dear,” he murmured as he came to a stop before her.

Sarah guiltily jerked her gaze away from the male twin and his lush partner, blushing at being caught by her husband. “Oh, well yes, I suppose I am alone, except for her,” she murmured nodding to the woman at her side. The female twin was glaring hotly at him for daring to interrupt what she’d hoped would be an erotic encounter. Unlike her brother, she hadn’t realized that the glorious, nude man before them was the woman’s husband.

Drake grinned at the twin, his eyes twinkling with amusement behind the half mask he’d worn, mostly for tradition’s sake. He was usually easy enough to recognize in this circle anyway. He tugged at Sarah’s hand and pulled her up and towards the bed. “Let’s see what we can do to you, darling, without giving away your identity.”

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A/N: I know a wierd place to end, but I can only put so much sex in one chapter before it just gets plain cheesy. I\'m not entirely happy with this one either, but it\'s hard to create a mood in a story, in my opinion. Oh well. Hopefully I made a few of you blush. I\'ll take suggestions for changes and future scenes. I\'m thinking of moving this one to the Erotic section too. It\'s not terribly romantic yet. What do you think? Okay, I\'m going to go write more. REVIEW please! I\'m a total review whore. :)