Exton

Sliding onto the bed, Ob drapes his lanky frame around his wife and child. His hand wanders up and down Pandora's back, teasing along the dip of her spine.

"We will just have to practice at blocking certain thoughts from the children. It isn't as hard as you would think, Stoney has taught Alise to do it. I know you can. It is much like blocking out our ..."

He grins and sends her a thought of his tongue teasing the folds of her dripping sex. All Chloe hears from him is a song, one of the soft ballads of the Highlands. She coos, reaching for her father as Pandora rolls her hips to adjust for her own reaction.

"Like that, mi amor... One side for Chloe..." His voice drops, becoming the rough gravel he knows she adores, "and another more sensual for you."

He rises and kisses her thoroughly over their daughter's curly topped head. He begins to rifle through the closet.

"Ike and Tori arranged a jam scene tonight for the Tavern. They invited some pretty good musicians, and will put out some of our backup instruments for anyone who wants to sit in. Ron is going out to the houseboat to try to get Keon to come. He's asked Erik and Star to foster Mera, and requested time from the Riders. Herne has granted it, as long as he does nothing foolish. Ron has offered to keep tabs on him. Guunnar has been out to the boat too. He said Keon is more quiet and intorspective than usual, stands on the dock a lot, just watching the water."

He pulls out a long leather and shearling vest. Slipping it on, he starts to lace it shut. Shrugging he leaves it half done, allowing a line of bare flesh to show. He tugs it, opening up more over his chest. He stares in the mirror for a moment, then turns to Pandora.

"Well Bruha? Do I still look like a barbarian rocker, or should I dress more sedately? Which of me do you prefer? Obsidian Heart, the carefree Casanova percussionist?" He pulls back his wild hair, making it lie flat. "Or Joseph Ramirez, father and business man?"

Chloe laughs and reaches for her father. He lets his mane spring free and swings her up, holding her so she is looking down at him. "You don't care, do you, Gitanilla? I am just your papa'. No matter how I look."

He lowers Chloe into the crook of his arm where she promptly tugs at his jewelled locks. He laughs, then gives Pandora a smouldering look. "Mi Mujer? Wear the blue silks tonight. I want to feel you against me when I pull you close, and the silks mold to your beautiful body." He glances down at himself, then grins at her. "It is a good thing I wear tight jeans, Bruha. How else can I control what you do to me?

His spare hand brushes across his obvious bulge, then down his thigh.

"Feel like paying the girl a bit more to stay later with Chloe?"