Exton

Without another word, Ob opens the door and walks out. He leans against the wall, sagging as he waits for the sword to stop pulsing. Keeping a block on what he has just done, his mind seeks Pandora's. Reveling in the feel of her arms, the warmth of her against his body, he breathes deep. Bruha... The slide of his tail along her leg sends a shiver up her body. It takes him a moment to realise it isn't in his mind.

He opens his eyes to find her snug in his arms, shuddering at the feel of his unseen appendage. Her hair hides her face, but the warmth of her breath on his bare chest is enough to bring him out of his stupor. She presses against him and he rolls his hips slightly, letting her feel his desire.

"I want to go home Bruha. I have had enough of being someone other than Josephito Ramirez, Obsidian Heart, Husband to the owner of The Twisted Tit Tavern and the sexy drummer of Montenegro."

Grace laughs, holding a sleeping Chloe. "Long enough title without adding anything."

He grins at her, the old charm slipping through. "Si, maestra. I am but one man for all of the Roma in me."

"One man... among so many other things."

She smiles and he can see the tired lines to her face. The magic at the Manse has kept her well, but Ob sees the signs. Her own personal energy is ebbing.

"Grace? Are you...?" She waves a hand, cutting him off.

"I just want to go home too, Obsidian."

He nods and kisses Pandora once, a kiss gentle with promise, and heads for the stairs. "Silk will meet us downstairs in a bit to see us on our way. I want to get my girls home, all three of you."

Grace looks up from Chloe's angelic face. "Three?"

He grins again, tired but still holding a flirtatious edge. "Si. Three."

Turning away, he rests a hand on the stair rail and slowly heads down to the great room.