Partner

Short bit.

I got to bed last night and was shocked to find I hadn't updated all day. But my day was get up, go to work, come home, eat and go to bed. So... yeah. Not like I sat around for hours.

The Sidhe have a time, not a month, that ... has heightened awareness of sexual pleasure. It's gone and past as it happens in early fall. But it has been something like fifteen thousand years since Una. His name remains only because his city remains. He's probably out there somewhere, what with being immortal and all. During that time it came about that Sidhe who didn't have to wait on mates to return from hunting or protecting or rescuing another member of the tribe, would be more likely to survive.

Some of the older tribes have a ritual to that sort, where (say) when Hohi and Lillow are finally mated properly, they will go off for a month and by the time the pair return, she will be pregnant. Matings are only done in early fall but pregnancies happen throughout the year now.

And now I'm running late! So I can't explain that other thing that I think I was going to explain. It can wait.

Read, Review and enjoy despite its shortness.





Mik awoke, groggy, and found himself surrounded with blankets and pillows. In a nest. But… he was at the program building. He sat up and groaned, putting a hand to his head as the world spun slowly, round and round. Ick.

The Sidhe from Souse’s tribe slept around him.

Essuan was closest to the next, and Souse slept on the outside, along with several other males. At Mik’s groan, the males sat up. Souse made a motion to them and…

Mik put his head in his hands and stopped thinking. It hurt too fucking much.

What seemed like an eternity later, as the world still spun, when Souse sat beside him in the nest.

“Come, little one, you need to drink,” Souse gently removed Mik’s hands from his face and offered the man the cup, “just water.”

Souse put the cup to Mik’s lips and tipped it upward slowly. Mik drank in greedy gulps, feeling better with something in his stomach. But when the cup was pulled away, the water sloshed about in his stomach in an even more unpleasant manner.

“Why am I…” Mik firmly closed his mouth and clenched his teeth as the water threatened to come back up the moment it passed he sighed out, “here, is this because Paw is a candidate?”

The small Sidhe was, after all, passed out beside Mik in that way that he was when he drank Essuan’s teas. Souse chuckled and put a hand in the middle of Mik’s chest.

“No. Sick. Sick ones of tribe come above all others.”

“But Essuan-”

“Will not suffer a night on a floor. You forget, our living quarters are a tree. Hard all the time. Nests are for older tribes. Not many tribes can put claim to owning enough clothing or hides to make a nest for the sick, let alone everyone else.”

“I’m not sick.”

“You threw up on Paw last night.”

“Thought that was a dream. Very bad dream.” Mik murmured as Souse pushed him into the pillows of the nest once more, “Feel …”

“Sluggish? Yes.” Souse murmured.

“You’re fine.”

“I wasn’t the idiot who volunteered to chew a leaf his people have never been foolish enough to chew. You are lucky that you came away in one piece.”

“Did Paw get to…”

“There are all the facilities we could want or need, except growing things. You will talk to them about that, yes? They say this is for a while, until media attention on military buildings dies down. You will talk to them about the green things, yes?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

“It has waited two days,” Souse murmured, tucking the blankets back around Mik, “it can wait another.”

An affectionate pat to Mik’s shoulder and the man was drifting off once more, wondering how many of his other dreams had been real.


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