Camulus's room, backdated to Tuesday night [Locked to Mark]

[godinakilt]

Camulus was rather pleased with himself. He had few doubts that the little blond thing from the bookstore would show. He'd delivered Phoebe's trashy romance novels and spent some time with her, sharing a simple meal to make sure that she ate, before going back to his own room for his dessert. He relaxed with a book of his own - Tacitus,

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[scarf_bondage]

Mark did show up, but it was well after dinnertime when he knocked softly on Camulus's door, twisting his scarf in his hands.

[godinakilt]

Camulus took his time answering the door, smirking at Mark triumphantly when he did. "Ah, Mark. You certainly eat late."

[scarf_bondage]

Mark blushed as he looked anywhere but at Camulus. "Sorry."

[godinakilt]

Camulus reached out, two fingers under Mark's jaw to turn his face toward him. "You came. I'm pleased."