The door flew open on a scowling Harry Dresden. "You know, 'We need to talk' never opens a happy conversation." He surveyed John for a moment. "Well, a 'we need to talk' conversation could take a while. Come on in. You want coffee?"
"Not here, Mister Dresden. I don't want Wizard Bainbridge jumping to conclusions and threatening me." John ignored the invitation and turned on his heal, preparatory for heading back to his room.
"He's not here...oh, fine." Harry veiled, grabbed his jacket and his keys, locked the door, activated the wards on the threshold, and hurried after John.
"It's good to see you," he murmured in John's ear after he'd caught up with him. "Incredibly good."
"Likewise," John murmured back nearly sub-audibly, eyes straight ahead. "In one piece, no less."
He opened his door, letting it fall shut behind him in plenty of time for the veiled wizard to enter. Then he stood inside the room, looking back at the closed door and the probable position of the veiled wizard, with an eyebrow raised as if to order an unveiling.
Afterwards, Harry lay curled up next to John, a smug smile teasing the corners of his mouth.
"That," he said in a satisfied and somewhat lazy tone, "was worth waiting a month for. I think I'll just lie here for the rest of the year, too."
Harry's stomach disagreed. It rumbled. Loudly.
Harry facepalmed. "I'm sorry. Wizard metabolism. Sex makes me hungry. Especially fantastic sex. I'd better go get something and bring it back here. You want anything to eat? Besides me?"
"It is my considered suggestion that you put the frozen lasagna in the oven and then go get the Pop Tarts from the cupboard to tide you over while it cooks. My refrigerator is your refrigerator," John said lazily. "I can wait for the lasagna. I am not a caloric black hole, unlike other parties present."
Harry grinned. "Thanks, John. I'll be back as soon as possible." And with that, he got out of bed and walked toward the kitchen, giving John an excellent view of his nude body.
It didn't take long before Harry came back with two platters of piping hot lasagna (with silverware for each), a mile-high platter of Pop Tarts, two mugs of coffee, a pitcher of milk, a sugar bowl, and two bottles of Mac's ale. He arranged both meals on and near the bed, then slipped back into bed and nestled close to John once more.
Absolutely ridiculous, and yet John was going to let him eat pop tarts in bed and wash the sheets with a smile. If only because the man did look amazing naked.
John stretched out against him, the blankets tangled over his legs.
"I asked you once to remind me if I ever slipped too far away from how I ought to behave. Harry, tell me, am I REALLY going to let you do this?" There was a smile in John's voice; it wasn't a serious question.
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And he stepped back and aside to let John in.
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"It's good to see you," he murmured in John's ear after he'd caught up with him. "Incredibly good."
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He opened his door, letting it fall shut behind him in plenty of time for the veiled wizard to enter. Then he stood inside the room, looking back at the closed door and the probable position of the veiled wizard, with an eyebrow raised as if to order an unveiling.
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"That," he said in a satisfied and somewhat lazy tone, "was worth waiting a month for. I think I'll just lie here for the rest of the year, too."
Harry's stomach disagreed. It rumbled. Loudly.
Harry facepalmed. "I'm sorry. Wizard metabolism. Sex makes me hungry. Especially fantastic sex. I'd better go get something and bring it back here. You want anything to eat? Besides me?"
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It didn't take long before Harry came back with two platters of piping hot lasagna (with silverware for each), a mile-high platter of Pop Tarts, two mugs of coffee, a pitcher of milk, a sugar bowl, and two bottles of Mac's ale. He arranged both meals on and near the bed, then slipped back into bed and nestled close to John once more.
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John stretched out against him, the blankets tangled over his legs.
"I asked you once to remind me if I ever slipped too far away from how I ought to behave. Harry, tell me, am I REALLY going to let you do this?" There was a smile in John's voice; it wasn't a serious question.
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