Chapter 9: Where strawberries are far from entertaining in the house of the elite

--LILLIE--

“What is taking them so long?” I said out loud while shifting on my chair. Jamie had abandoned his performance after Lord Orvin had left with Sable, and he stood next to me while leaning over the table, tapping his finger nervously on the surface, but popping fruits into his mouth.

“Who knows,” he mumbled as juice spilled from his lips, and he patted his chin with a napkin. “Don’t worry so much. He’s probably just showing off some fancy clothes or jewelry. These people love to show off their wealth any chance they get.”

“I feel like Lord Orvin is trying to impress Sable,” I replied while staring at the door they had exited through. “I don’t like it. Something’s up with that guy.”

“Of course he is. He’s a rich man, what else would he do? But, our Sable ol’ boy is not easily impressed, for not even the flavors of strawberries could entertain him, and all he wanted to do was bring all the attention back to his love affair with you. Lord Orvin will soon find out that you’re the only thing on Sable’s mind. Jeesh. They really don’t come like him these days, do they?”

“I just don’t understand why the man is interested in Sable in the first place. What does he want?”

“I’m sure you’ll know soon enough. You gotta eat up more of these strawberries.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Okay, your loss—baby girl.” Jamie shrugged, and continued stuffing fruit into his mouth. His loud slurping annoyed me, and I really desired to smack at him, but I kept my hands folded upon my lap.

“I’m not your baby girl—don’t call me that.”

“Sorry ba—er, adult woman—fully developed person of—“

“I don’t trust Lord Orvin,” I said abruptly but quietly to avoid being overheard by the servants.

“Obviously, but who cares? You trust Sable, yeah?” I sighed and nodded. “Then trust that Sable can take care of himself. He’s not stupid, you know?”

“No, he’s not stupid, but he is naive to the politics and manipulators of the city. He can be reckless with his decisions, charging full on into dangerous situations. He is still learning how to pick up social concepts and cues.”

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with that?” I twisted my neck, and glared up at Jamie who patted his lips with a napkin.

“He puts himself in danger!” I shouted, then looked at the servants lined against the dining hall, and lowered my voice again. “That’s what’s wrong.”

“Girl, look, if Sable wasn’t so reckless as you describe, neither you or I would be here or alive right now.” He scrunched his face in a menacing manner and began adjusting the cropped edges of his blue jacket. I felt offended, even though I knew Jamie was absolutely correct in his assessment.

“Yeah, but—he needs to, well, stop putting himself in danger.” I crossed my arms, and looked back at the door, huffing heavily as I attempted to control my anger—although, I was truly just scared of Sable getting caught in another line of fire ignited by the complexities of the city in which I detested.

“Hey, the way I see it, you need to stop worrying so much and actually appreciate the big fella and his massive ego. The guy is a powerhouse of raw strength. He’s also quick thinking, and determined to plow a path for himself. Give him a little credit, won’t you?”

“Of course I appreciate all these things. It’s just—well, when he was attacked by the Keepers, he was so reckless with his behavior and almost died. I just don’t want to lose him due to his rash decision making.”

“Okay, yeah he can tone down his stamina at times, but like, jeesh, the guy messed up one time. Let him learn.”

“And he almost died!”

“But he didn’t.”

I gritted my teeth as I tightened my hands upon my biceps, digging my nails into my exposed arms as anger was only causing me to feel more flustered, especially at Jamie’s precise assessment. All I could imagine was Lord Orvin’s conniving attitude behind the closed door, manipulating Sable into believing anything he would speak about, and my love getting caught up in a nobleman’s scheme that would only bring us more misery.

But, at that moment, there was nothing I could do but sit, stare at the door, and wait for their return. Finally, the door slowly opened, and Lord Orvin appeared with Sable directly behind him. I jolted to my feet, but stayed near the table. They were talking with low voices, and Sable was actually smiling as he raised his crimson eyes.

“My most sincere apologies for keeping you all waiting for so long,” Lord Orvin said with a soothing voice and he patted Sable on the shoulder as they approached the table again. “You all have created essentially my most interesting dinner guests to date, and I look forward to your return.”

“Good night,” Sable said with a bow.

“Thank you for dinner,” I said, also bowing.

“Thank you, my Lord,” Jamie said with a dramatic bow as he flicked his wrist. “It was my upmost greatest joy to perform in your presence.” A servant appeared and guided us out from the house, and we traveled back to Historia’s library along the bridges and various stone steps.

Jamie chatted the entire time with nonsensical amusement, mainly about his music abilities and strawberries, and I teased whenever suitable. However, Sable stayed quiet, and did not speak until we had returned home. Lara and Historia were sitting together on the bed drinking tea, stating that they were waiting for our return to hear all about our visit with the nobleman. Jamie immediately began to explain the grandiosity of the house, the diverse array of food, and how well he performed before Lord Orvin. He pulled out some strawberries he snuck into his coat pocket, giving them to Historia and Lara.

“You little weasel!” Lara exclaimed, but happily ate the fresh berries, then squealed with delight as she bounced upon the bed next to Historia. “Oh my goodness, I haven’t had a strawberry in years!”

“I guess you won’t be invited back after stealing from the table of a nobleman,” Historia said, but also partook in delighting herself with the delicacy on accounts of Jamie’s swindling.

“Actually, and I quote directly from the man himself,” Jamie said while raising himself into a towering position, mimicking Lord Orvin’s pose, “You all are essentially my most interesting dinner guests to date, and I look forward to your return.”

“Yeah, until they catch you stealing,” I said loudly. “Then, he would say: You, on the other hand, are nothing but a swindler worthy of my boot against your ass!” A round of laughter escaped our mouths, but Jamie swung his lute forward and strummed a chord.

“Ah, how noble of you, my good lord, please, must know that I had only stolen from your table for my greedy sister and our new friend,” Jamie sung, causing Lara to grunt loudly as she puffed up her chest, and Historia tossed something at his face.

“Don’t rope me into your tomfoolery,” Historia claimed as Jamie grinned widely. “I already have a good reputation amongst the city—don’t think I wouldn’t sullen yours if you dare challenge me.”

“Ah, my good woman who has captured the attention of Lillie and Sable to sleep on thy floor,” Jamie began while strumming as he peered over at me, then at Sable.

“Jamie,” Sable’s low voice rose, causing Jamie’s teasing to suddenly come to a halt for Sable had been sitting silently on the floor next to me. “I expect you to receive some invitations from Lord Orvin in the future. I asked that he enlist you as an entertainer.”

“Really?” Jamie squealed as his blue, childish eyes bulged and he placed the lute against the wall near the bed. He then rushed over to Sable with wide arms, then Jamie rubbed the top of Sable’s head aggressively. “Oh, jeesh, here I thought you were being shown around fancy rooms and enormous piles of Den, yet all the time you were being a good ol’ friend to me. Ah, man, when will I ever repay you glorious, but silly boy—you—you!”

“Stop that! You’re messing up my hair!” Sable shouted, and grabbed Jamie’s waist, trying to pull him away. Jamie tightened his grip around Sable’s neck, causing him to make a choking sound.

“Hey! Watch it!” I yelled as Sable jerked Jamie to the side, nearly hitting me in the process, and I quickly bolted onto the bed with Historia and Lara as the two boys broke out in a full-on wrestling match. Sable was obviously stronger, but Jamie made extensive efforts to try and pin Sable, weaseling his way away from Sable’s grip. He was thin, and his silk clothes slippery, making him difficult for Sable to keep pinned, and Historia grumbled loudly as the layering carpets were becoming upheaved in their efforts.

Jamie then jumped onto Sable’s back, between his wing-blades, and tightly wrapped his arms around his neck. Sable flipped Jamie over, slamming him onto the ground that shook the whole room, and Lara squealed, afraid that her brother would get hurt, yet they only continued to grunt and breath heavily as they spun around on the ground, distributing dust into the air. Sable extended his wings slightly, knocking down items from a nearby table, sending Historia to finally shout.

“Don’t break my stuff!” she bellowed, and Sable folded his wings, and looked around, trying to appease Historia, and subdue Jamie’s sudden burst of physical dominance. He got a hold of Jamie’s arms, and twisted him to the ground, pinning his arms directly against his back and his stomach to the floor.

“Oooow!” Jamie shouted as Sable began laying his entire weight on top of him.

“Try to wiggle your way out of this,” Sable growled, huffing through heavy breaths. He let go of Jamie’s arms, and lay completely flat, pinning Jamie helplessly to the ground.

“Humph,” Jamie grunted with his face pressed against the floor cushion, and his thin arms and legs wiggled in a final attempt to weasel his way out.

“Serves you right for messing up my hair,” Sable joked as he pressed his hands against the back of Jamie’s head, suddenly moving the bard’s hair frantically around in a final act of vengeance. I laughed hysterically at the scene, thoroughly enjoying seeing Jamie brought to submission, and Sable looked up at me with a toothy green and glistening eyes. He slightly bobbed as Jamie wiggled helplessly underneath him as the bard indistinguishably complained.

“Oh, Sable—you may just very well flatten him to death if you stay like that,” Lara said while nervously twisting the hem of her blouse as she peered over at the boys.

“At least he’ll learn his lesson,” I said, but Historia then rose from the edge of the bed while staring down at them with her arms crossed.

“Alright, you trolls—that’s enough,” Historia declared, and Sable and Jamie looked up at her in unison. “You’re making a mess.”

She moved past them, and walked into the kitchen area, no longer amused, and I only hoped that she hadn’t regretted allowing us to stay with her, nor would be judgmental of meeting my friends.

Then again, it was Historia—the most open-minded person I knew.

Sable lifted himself with his hands and legs, and Jamie gasped for breath as he crawled desperately along the ground like a worm inching its way across the forest floor. Sable straightened up, sitting on his knees, and continued breathing heavily and smiling. His eyes were full of energy, and he displayed immense joy from his physical exertion, a pleasant change from his typical stoic expression he bore during recent events.

“What do you eat to make you so heavy? Rocks?” Jamie gasped as he positioned himself up against the bed frame, and Lara leaned forward asking if he were alright, in which he simply nodded.

“Yes,” I chimed in sarcastically. “Sable eats rocks for breakfast.”

“I knew it,” Jamie said while resting his head backwards against the bed and he huffed loudly as loose strands of hair covered his face. Lara got off the bed and moved into the kitchen, happily helping Historia clean up the remaining cups from their evening together.

“I guess you shouldn’t be picking fights with bigger opponents,” I continued, and then leaned forward to pat Jamie’s head, taking pleasure in further messing up his hair that was rather fluffy and soft. “Especially after they just secured a job for you—you ungrateful swine.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jamie said, calming his panting, but closing his eyes until I moved my hand away. “Thanks Sable. Sorry, I just couldn’t control my excitement. I was just bursting with joy.”

“You’re welcome,” Sable said as he smoothed out his hair. The tying had come undone from Jamie’s aggressive movements, but his braids were still secured on the side, and he looked over at the mirror and began fixing the messy strands. “That was fun.”

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“Yeah? Good. Although you nearly killed me. I think my chest became irreversibly flattened. Now I’ll never have big tiddies like you.”

“Perhaps you should eat rocks for breakfast.”

“I’ll keep that in mind when I sit at the breakfast table tomorrow. Oh, dear mother, please feed me rocks so I can grow up to be like Sable.” Jamie smoothed out his hair, then moved forward as his eyes darted over to me, and I lay on my stomach on the bed while kicking my feet, feeling rather amused. “For now, do me a favor and never sit on me again, yeah?”

“No promises,” Sable replied as he also looked at me. He then slowly bent down next to the bed, and moved his lips close to my ear, and whispered, “What are tiddies?”

Jamie released a high pitched laugh as I pressed my face against the palms of my hands, and Historia grunted loudly again from the kitchen, and Lara simply stated that perhaps it was time for them to go.

***

The light of the early morning beamed through the windows of Historia’s house, and I sleepily opened my eyes as a loud snoring nearby caused me to awaken. I glanced over at Sable who slept by my side upon the floor bed we shared, and he was steadily breathing with his eyes closed while laying on his side, his hand over my stomach. I then peered over to my other side, realizing that it was Lara snoring loudly as she lay on her back with her mouth wide open.

Despite the silly antics, Historia welcomed the idea of my friends staying with us since it was already well into the night, and brought out extra floor cushions, blankets, and then curled up in her small bed in the corner of the room. Naturally, the idea of sleeping on the floor seemed rather alarming for the middle-class siblings, but Jamie, with his usual eagerness to participate in social events for as long as possible, convinced his sister to accept the invitation, stating that it would be most useful to understand the ways of how other people experienced life outside their limited expectations.

The four of us stayed up talking, but as I rubbed my eyes the next morning, I realized that Sable had never told me exactly what had happened with Lord Orvin, and we ended up spending the entire night talking about nothing special in particular. I stretched my arms above my head and I heard Sable stir next to me, and I noticed his eyes flicker open.

“Good morning,” I whispered as I turned to face him completely. He sighed deeply and shifted, moving his arm around until he found my hand, and began caressing my skin with his thumb.

“Morning,” he mumbled with a deep, sleepy voice. He furrowed his brow, and I noticed he slightly moved his wings as he slowly opened his eyes. “I think someone is wrapped in my wing.”

“What?” I said, then moved myself up to see behind him. He extended his free wing down, and I spotted Jamie nestled in Sable’s other wing, holding tightly to the wing-limb, as if it was a blanket. “Oh. It’s Jamie.”

“Hmm. That’s why I’m so warm.”

“Just move your wing away.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want to wake him.”

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?”

“No. It doesn’t hurt. I’m just a little warm since I slept in all my clothes.”

“And with a snuggle bug, apparently.” I laid back down on my side as Sable chuckled, and we both startled as Lara’s snoring became suddenly loud and abrupt with a snort, then she turned to her side, facing away from me, and became quiet.

“At least Jamie wasn’t snoring in my ear all night,” Sable said with a grin.

“Actually, I didn’t notice until I woke up just now,” I replied. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment while Sable caressed my hand gently. His eyes lazily opened and closed, as if he would drift back to sleep. Only the sounds of steady breathing and a ticking clock filled the air. As peaceful as the morning felt, my mind began to race about the dinner event with Lord Orvin, and I felt anxious to ask Sable about it.

“Will you go to the lake this morning?” I asked, also remembering his invitation from the day before.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” he whispered. “I don’t want to move right now. This feels nice.”

“What does?”

“Being surrounded by everyone.” He smiled and sighed happily. I felt thankful that he felt a sense of happiness with my friends. Although he was an outsider, he seemed to be doing well with making friends and adjusting. I felt guilty for worrying about him the night before with Lord Orvin, yet I couldn’t stop feeling apprehensive about the evening without knowing all the details.

“We need to talk about last night,” I finally said and Sable’s eyes widened.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked nervously.

“Of course not. I’ve just been anxious to hear about what happened when Lord Orvin took you to the other room. Our friends distracted me from asking all night.”

“Oh, yes. I have some things I want to talk to you about.” Lara snorted loudly as she rolled onto her back, and I saw Jamie’s arm fling over Sable’s neck, and his eyes glanced at the arm now laying under his face, causing me to giggle.

“Jamie seems pretty comfortable with you all of the sudden,” I whispered.

“I had a good discussion with him the other day at the clothes shop,” Sable replied, ignoring the hanging limb. “I’m glad we can all be friends. They’re all very nice—even though Jamie is rather crude at times.”

“Ah, well, at least you know what I’ve been dealing with this whole time.”

“Lord Orvin offered me a job.”

“What?” I jolted up, startling Sable, and Jamie moved his arm away, twisting once again, and I heard the bed creak from Historia’s movements.

“Shh,” Sable whispered while placing a finger to his lips. “Don’t wake the others yet. Maybe we should wait to discuss the subject further.”

“No, I’ll be quiet. Tell me what happened?” I laid my head back down upon the pillow, and waited patiently for Sable to continue, but he paused for Jamie to stop moving, and for the room to grow silent again.

“He asked if I would be interested in working for him as a messenger. He said that I would be working directly with him, and that he would take care of the paperwork, taxes, and all that bothersome politics I have no desire attempting to figure out, or to ask you to do if needed.”

“So, he basically wants you to be his messenger pigeon?”

“I don’t know what that is, but he said that he would pay me well and would protect me from others. I think it’s a good idea, but I wanted to ask for your opinion first.”

“I—uh, well. I don’t know.” I turned onto my back and crossed my arms. An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach, and my strong distrust of Lord Orvin overtook my thoughts, but I had no logical reason for my disdain for the idea, other than the guy was a master of Cedrus City—a powerful man who had access to strawberries while others did not.

Then again, I realized that it would make sense for someone to outsource Sable’s unique abilities of flight for their own endeavors, but I didn’t like the idea of someone from a high-class society to be the one doing so. Yet—I didn’t want him in the mines, nor in the market.

Gah! Was there any place for Sable?

“Obviously, I will discuss matters further with him, and arrange a suitable salary,” Sable continued, his voice sounding earnest as he no longer stroked my hand.

“Why did he suddenly offer you a job? That doesn’t make sense,” I said.

“Well, we talked before he sprang the question onto me.”

“About what? Like, tell me exactly what happened.”

“Yeah, tell us what happened,” Jamie’s voice resounded as he appeared over Sable’s back. His short, blonde hair bounced around, and his blue eyes shimmered as he rested his chin on Sable’s arm.

“Oh great, you’re awake,” I groaned, realizing it would now take twice the effort to get Sable’s full story out.

“Good,” Sable whispered as he shifted himself completely up, and Jamie rolled away as Sable stretched his wings out. He moved his arms above his head, and leaned from side to side as he further shook off his cramped position still wearing his attire from the night before.

“I had the best night of sleep. Like never before in my entire life had I ever slept so well,” Jamie said loudly, and I hushed him as the other two still slumbered. “It appears sleeping on the floor like a dog is the answer to all my life problems. Or—perhaps it is the fact that I slept with you—dearest master, may I sleep with you for the rest of my life?”

“Oh, please don’t even think such things,” I said while lifting myself up and adjusting my loose blouse I had slept in after changing from the evening attire. “Sable is my boyfriend, not yours.”

“And you are definitely missing out on those wings,” Jamie jeered as Sable simply smiled as he rose to his feet.

“I’m going downstairs,” he said, and, without another word, hopped towards the large window to the balcony, and exited through the window. Jamie’s eyes darted at me as he gestured towards the window with his thumb.

“Are we supposed to follow?” he asked.

“He doesn’t like using the stairs,” I said, and rose to my feet and adjusted the trousers Historia had given me to sleep in. I slipped on some shoes and tucked my loose hair behind my ears, and Jamie followed me as I crept quietly down the narrow stairwell. Jamie made a sound as he suddenly came to the realization of Sable’s disdain for that particular hall, and we entered the dark library.

I walked to the front door and opened it after releasing the lock, revealing Sable waiting for me. By the early morning light, I saw how severely wrinkled his silk clothes had become from sleeping, and Jamie’s lilac silk shirt was also rather wrinkly, and his hair stuck nearly straight up. I had never seen him in a disheveled state, not even in the mines—well, except when he lingered in a feverish state after we both nearly died.

I lit a candle at a table where I had so often done reading and writing lessons with Historia when I was a young girl, and then sat down on the comfortable cushioned bench, and Jamie sat across from me while Sable stood nearby, with his arms folded behind his back.

“So, please,” I said firmly. “Please continue. Tell me everything that happened.”

“Lord Orvin took me into a glass tower and we climbed a staircase that led to a platform with a strange mechanism,” Sable said.

“Ah, so you can climb stairs!” Jamie exclaimed, causing Sable to scrunch his face, and I shook my head.

“Go on—a glass tower?” I asked, and Jamie tapped the table.

“Oh! Oh! That thing can be pretty much seen anywhere, except maybe the low alleys and dark corners of the city,” Jamie proclaimed.

“Huh, I never noticed it,” I said, and Jamie suddenly began combing his fingers through his hair, attempting to lay down the wild strands.

“That’s because you stay clear from anything above the third level, you know?” I crossed my arms as Jamie gave a menacing smile, but then I looked over at Sable who patiently waited for us to quiet down.

“Sorry, please continue—a strange mechanism?” I asked and Sable grunted.

“Lord Orvin called it a spy-glass,” Sable continued.

“Ah! That’s what he uses the glass tower for,” Jamie uttered quite loudly. “To spy on everyone below his ruling house. Oooh, how mysteriously suspicious, but alluring.”

“Shut up!” I shouted at Jamie. “Please, Jamie. If you must include yourself into my life right now, please, for the love of all good things, shut up!”

“Jeesh, you’re interrupting him too,” he muttered while he still worked his fingers in his hair, and I looked over at Sable who stood stiffly, but with the patience of a thousand people combined.

“Sorry, please continue and we will stay quiet,” I said and tightened my fist upon my lap as guilt and anger caused my head to swirl, and heat flushed my cheeks.

“Lord Orvin told me that he uses the spy-glass to observe the city, which caused him to discover my existence in the market as a fishmonger,” Sable explained. “He had become curious about my presence in the city, and he was the one who stopped the Keepers, for he had visited the market that day to meet me. However, because we left so suddenly, he didn’t get the chance. Instead, he interrogated the regime force, finding the misunderstandings—I don’t exactly know what he found—but, then again, he was quite concerned with my disappearance, and wanted to help me recover the fishing stall. Oh, he said the regime wanted to repay for the damages they made.”

“Really?” I asked, but then placed a hand upon my mouth as Jamie slightly shook his finger while pursing his lips.

“Yes, but he couldn’t find me until recently—here at the library. I suppose Historia’s library is well known within the city. He seemed quite interested in my abilities, calling me blessed by spirits, and that is when he asked if I would be willing to work for him instead of returning to the market as a fishmonger.” Sable stopped speaking as his wings slightly twitched and he looked intently at me, waiting for my response.

“So—Lord Orvin has been spying on you this whole time? That’s not creepy at all.”

“He said he was just curious why an elusive Teragane would be living in the city.”

“Yeah, but how many other people say that at first, only to then turn their back on you? And, now he wants you to work for him? Seems weird to me.”

“Is it? Any weirder than me selling fish at a market? Stranger than being the first Teragane to live here in Cedrus City? Why? Why is it weird for me to work for Lord Orvin as a messenger?” Sable’s piercing eyes stared adherently at me, causing me to shift on the bench, realizing I still had no logical reason for my disdain for the man other than being part of the elites who I deemed the sole cause of my daily misery.

“It feels weird,” I said as I picked at the edges of my sleeves. I glanced at Jamie, who held his hand over his mouth—most likely using every bit of strength to keep his mouth shut as interjections came to his mind. The room fell silent, yet still Jamie restrained himself as Sable and I stared at each other.

“I trust you, Lillie,” Sable said quietly. “If you think its a bad idea, then tell me right now, and I will never return to Lord Orvin. However, I only ask that you thoroughly think it over, examining the reasons carefully, for I trust your judgment.”

I tapped my fingers on my arm, and leaned my head back as I tried to evaluate the situation as Sable asked. Jamie tapped his feet impatiently, but, surprisingly, kept quiet while my thoughts swirled and Sable spoke again.

“I feel as if Lord Orvin could be someone like Historia is to you,” he said, and I narrowed my brows, finding it audacious to compare her to an elite. Then again, she wore fancy waistcoats, trousers, and made a living providing private lessons to upper-class folk of the city. She had helped me, a lowly child of the streets—could Lord Orvin also be one to offer something impeccable for Sable?

“He is extending a helpful hand towards me—an opportunity that I truly desire to know more about,” Sable said.

“Okay, fine,” I finally said. “I will think about it. I don’t trust people like Orvin, and never wanted you to go there in the first place. However, that isn’t my choice and if you’d like to pursue this opportunity, then I see no reason for me to hold you back.”

“So, you think I should return?”

“I think you should at least explore the idea. Get things figured out by finding out more information. But!” I stood up and moved towards Sable and placed my hands on his shoulders as he shifted his hands upon my waist. “Any sign of a problem, and you leave, okay?”

“Of course,” Sable said, and his eyes finally softened as relief cast upon his expression.

“I mean it. I know you are brave and courageous, but please, please, don’t be reckless. Please trust your gut-instincts and don’t let anyone take advantage of you. There is no need for you to go charging straight into danger. Maybe the guy wants to help you—maybe he’s just interested in your unique assets for a bigger scheme yet to be known. Either way, you must promise me that you won’t be reckless.”

“I promise.” Sable pulled me close to his chest, and hugged me tightly. He nuzzled his face against my neck, and kissed me while caressing the back of my head with a hand. A loud thumping noise came from behind me, and I turned to see Jamie slapping the table, desperately holding his mouth with his hand.

“Okay, okay, you can talk now,” I declared while turning my back to Sable. He continued kissing my neck, moving his lips gently, ignoring Jamie as he let out a massive burst of air.

“Oh my gods, that was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life!” Jamie shouted, and proceeded to conclude all of his opinions of the situation while Sable shamelessly caressed my neck with his lips and quiet moaning.