Henry had always adored a good lie in, but with the Highwinds Tournament starting today, he knew better than to sleep away most of the morning in the comfort of his presidential suite. It wasn’t as if he’d gotten very much rest though, what with the delectable little companion he’d picked up at the start of his travels---Geneva D’Amati Tulloch was in his bed currently, and had been ever since he’d realized they’d both be travelling to Autumn Court at the same time. Lumenopolis’s own high-ranking clothier was one of his many conquests from his years spent travelling back and forth between the Coral Palace and the Human Resistance, but his fondness for her had never wavered---she was a rare jewel, and a welcome distraction when times were trying.
And. Well. For an undercover spy leading dual lives, were they ever not?
“Gen, darling, I’m afraid it’s time for us to wake up,” Henry murmured as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the blue-eyed fae curled up contentedly in his arms, he brought one hand around to her sensitive wing joints and stroked them gently, sensuously, with all the familiarity of a lover who knew her exquisite little body all too well. “As little as we’ve slept, I’d say we’re both in dire need of a bit of the dog that bit us in order to get us going, hrm?” He laughed, then, hoarse and lazy, and drew her close once more, brushing her curls out of her lovely face so that he could press his warm lips to her in yet another kiss, this time to her supple mouth. “Come now, beautiful girl. The sun won’t rise until the woman whose likeness it claims does.”
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