Exton

Pulling Pandora closer, Ob kisses her neck. They watch as her Tavern once again becomes a command post. "This seems to be a regular happening, mi Bruha."

Keon takes a seat at one of the tables, talking to Torrent and some of the demifae. They scatter, taking messages. Trooper drapes himself across the stage, listening.

Hounds begin to take posts by doors and windows. Torrent ushers Grace to a table. Tori tells him which room is hers when she stays here, and he agrees to take her there.

When others begin to head to rooms, Ob nuzzles his wife's hair, nipping at her ear. Bed... then perhaps sleep... He slides his thoughts along her leg, teasing her with the feel of his tail brushing between her thighs. She stifles a moan and he grins into her hair.

Keon looks up and nods to Ob. "Perhaps we should get some rest? Messages are winging their way to both Courts and Herne. I believe we will have company soon." His eyes fall on Trooper. "My old friend, Do you guard the Lady Star's door? Her mate will guard her well from within. Wouldst I have her guarded from without."

The HellHound rises, nods once, and lopes up the stairs.

The Dark Lord rises slowly, taking Cassie's hand in his. "Morning comes too soon, as will emissaries from the Courts. Herne as well. Come make me forget for a little while?"

Cassie smiles, reaching to draw her pale blue fingertips along his black skin. "Forget this, remember us."

His lips twitch and he strokes a finger along the dark streak in her hair. "I will always remember you. My beautiful one. You and I, we are part of each other."

Keon reminds the others to sleep well, advising Miko to be watched over until Ob's energy wears off. He leads Cassie back upstairs, knowing he will be peeling his shirt off her as soon as they are behind their door.

Ob speaks quietly to Monty and Patti as Pandora talks to the people staying the night. Regulars begin to find the rooms they had taken and soon demifae are slipping into their nestings and watch rounds. His arms slide around Pandora's waist, pulling her tight against him. His hips roll in a slow grind, letting her feel his need, his hunger for her.

"Let's go, chica. I want you under me, riding me, making up for lost time."