There was an orchid on the pillow next to Ephram when he woke up. Bran had already abandoned him for the kitchen, but came back shortly after with fresh coffee. The rest of the day he'd made allusion to a surprise (usually accompanied by a slightly nervous fluttering in his stomach), and around late afternoon he disappears, after pressing a note ( Read more... )

It's a beautiful day, really. Bran had not been certain about it when it first started, though he had woken up in a furry pile of the most wonderful dogs in the world. He got up, found someone making cheese omelettes in the kitchen, got one for himself, and decided it was really a very good day ( Read more... )

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"Oh," Bran gasps, wonderingly, sliding his hands up Toby's chest in the wake of the shirt. This is all so good and so strange; he's drunk on the aphrodisiac and the intoxicating warmth of Toby's skin.

Somehow--Bran may never be certain just how--he's ended up on the floor in a corridor on his back, with Jake on top of him, and God help him but it's brilliant. His hips jerk upward as they touch, and he wriggles, trying to get just the right friction, just the right weight. This is what his body's been demanding, what he needs....

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