Jareth may not have been able to walk a straight line but he was quite capable of skipping, which he was currently doing while holding Rook’s hand like an errant toddler. Bishop and Grae walked beside them, their arms around each other.
Sarah trailed behind because it was safer to be out of Jareth’s range at the moment, plus it did have the added bonus of the view. Rook wore her usual frock coat of many weapons, but Jareth and Bishop sported Above clothing, so she was pleasantly distracted by the sight of three rather attractive male rear ends.
Rook steered the group to the park where their portal awaited when Jareth loudly announced that he had to pee.
This was how Sarah found herself standing guard under a broken light as Jareth relieved himself in the shrubbery. With his balance a work in progress, Rook stood behind with an arm around his chest.
“How does this work?”
“It’s a zipper, love, you know how it works.”
Sarah was amused that while he had dropped his voice to a whisper he was still annunciating in the manner of every drunk person trying to sound sober. Rook had politely modified her accent for Sarah’s benefit.
“I need a hand.”
“I should warn you that my hands are blocks of ice at the moment.”
“Nevermind, I think I’ve figured it out.”
Sarah suppressed a giggle at her husband’s current bafflement with trousers. It was probably for the best that it didn’t occur to him to just vanish the offending garment and walk around half naked.
At least Jareth had the excuse of inebriation. Grae and Bishop were taking advantage of Jareth’s detour and had surrendered to their lust. Bishop was hard against Rook’s back, his head thrown back on her shoulder, with their hands clasped tightly, while Grae was on his knees. Sarah was pointedly not listening to their activities.
“Your work husbands seem to be getting along.”
“Yes, and your lovely wife is contemplating bogging the lot of us.”
“You haven’t done anything to warrant that.”
“She has me bang to rights on aiding and abetting.”
“Quite so.”
Sarah sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. A fun night had suddenly turned into her playing den mother to a bunch of frat boys. She most decidedly did not hear Bishop finish with a groan nor the sound of kissing.
“I see you still haven’t learned to swallow.”
“Sharing is caring.”
There were things she didn’t need to know about her guardsmen and Grae kissing Rook was now top of that list. Sarah supposed she should count her blessings that their conversation was pitched only for her ears and wasn’t being drunkenly shouted to the world. Unlike the voices she could hear that she assumed were describing herself in an incapacitated state. It seemed the bartender who’d doctored their drinks was not acting alone.
“If everybody could put their cocks away, we’re about to have company,” Sarah hissed over her shoulder.
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Jareth may not have been able to walk a straight line but he was quite capable of skipping, which he was currently doing while holding Rook’s hand like an errant toddler. Bishop and Grae walked beside them, their arms around each other.
Sarah trailed behind because it was safer to be out of Jareth’s range at the moment, plus it did have the added bonus of the view. Rook wore her usual frock coat of many weapons, but Jareth and Bishop sported Above clothing, so she was pleasantly distracted by the sight of three rather attractive male rear ends.
Rook steered the group to the park where their portal awaited when Jareth loudly announced that he had to pee.
This was how Sarah found herself standing guard under a broken light as Jareth relieved himself in the shrubbery. With his balance a work in progress, Rook stood behind with an arm around his chest.
“How does this work?”
“It’s a zipper, love, you know how it works.”
Sarah was amused that while he had dropped his voice to a whisper he was still annunciating in the manner of every drunk person trying to sound sober. Rook had politely modified her accent for Sarah’s benefit.
“I need a hand.”
“I should warn you that my hands are blocks of ice at the moment.”
“Nevermind, I think I’ve figured it out.”
Sarah suppressed a giggle at her husband’s current bafflement with trousers. It was probably for the best that it didn’t occur to him to just vanish the offending garment and walk around half naked.
At least Jareth had the excuse of inebriation. Grae and Bishop were taking advantage of Jareth’s detour and had surrendered to their lust. Bishop was hard against Rook’s back, his head thrown back on her shoulder, with their hands clasped tightly, while Grae was on his knees. Sarah was pointedly not listening to their activities.
“Your work husbands seem to be getting along.”
“Yes, and your lovely wife is contemplating bogging the lot of us.”
“You haven’t done anything to warrant that.”
“She has me bang to rights on aiding and abetting.”
“Quite so.”
Sarah sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. A fun night had suddenly turned into her playing den mother to a bunch of frat boys. She most decidedly did not hear Bishop finish with a groan nor the sound of kissing.
“I see you still haven’t learned to swallow.”
“Sharing is caring.”
There were things she didn’t need to know about her guardsmen and Grae kissing Rook was now top of that list. Sarah supposed she should count her blessings that their conversation was pitched only for her ears and wasn’t being drunkenly shouted to the world. Unlike the voices she could hear that she assumed were describing herself in an incapacitated state. It seemed the bartender who’d doctored their drinks was not acting alone.
“If everybody could put their cocks away, we’re about to have company,” Sarah hissed over her shoulder.