Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
He switched over to human form, helping to spread out their picnic blanket. Sora knelt on it as he pulled out their picnic dinner, which happened to be excellent cold cut sandwiches, chips, and sliced fruit. Ravi was especially proud of the fruit. He’d managed cherry blossom designs on the peaches and rabbit apple slices in true Japanese fashion.
Sora admired the handiwork and commented, “It’s almost a shame to eat these, they’re so cute.”
Ravi had a comment on the tip of his tongue, but he cut himself off. Was that a…no, surely he hadn’t just felt a raindrop. It was a trick of his imagination. Yup, that’s all it was.
To make a liar of him, two drops landed right on his face next.
Sora’s head jerked up, and he stared skyward. “Beloved, I hate to tell you this. But I think it’s raining.”
“Fucking shit.” Ravi slumped, head hanging. “Are picnics cursed for me? Is that what this is?”
“Either way, we’re about to get drenched.” Sora quickly packed everything back up.
Ravi dove in to help him because getting rained on while standing on a mountaintop was not romantic. Dammit. Still, as quickly as they were moving, they barely had the backpack zipped before the heavens let loose.
“I’ll never trust the weatherman again!” Ravi whined.
Sora laughed and pressed a kiss against his pouting mouth. “How about we retreat to a hotel? Order in, relax in a hot tub? I can ward the room so no one can find us.”
That sounded blissful. No possibility of interruptions that way. Ravi kissed him back, then dove for the harness. “Let’s do it.”
Of course, by the time they got him re-kitted with the saddle and Ravi flew them to the nearest town, they were both soaking wet. They hit the hotel lobby looking like a pair of drowned rats. The front desk agent was sympathetic and got them into a room with all due speed, promising lots of fluffy towels and a warm meal once they placed an order. Ravi hauled the harness over one shoulder as they made for their room, then draped it over the shower bar so it could drip dry. Only then did he take stock of the room they’d been given.
Definitely a honeymoon suite. It had a large king-sized bed in the middle of the room, as well as a balcony that showed the storm outside through French doors. The bathroom was large and made for soaking, as it had a tub in the corner more than large enough for two. A tray of towels, soaps, and even bath bombs rested near the faucets. Ravi eyed it longingly. A hot soak sounded heavenly on his chilled skin.
“Let’s soak first, then call for room service.” Sora went straight for the tub, turning the knobs to fill it. “I’m chilled, and I know you are. How hot do you want the water?”
“Satan’s bathwater,” Ravi directed.
“Done.”
Of the same mind, eh? Ravi stripped, throwing clothes over the shower rod, hoping they’d be dry by morning. Not betting on it, though. He took clothes from Sora and found places to hang them up.
Sora threw in a bath bomb before entering, sighing with pleasure as he sank into the water. “Blissful. Come in, Ravi.”
Ravi promptly did so, pleased that the water was scorching hot. He did love a man who could follow directions. Sora was putting on a good face, but Ravi was still peeved his plan had once again been foiled.
“I guess after this, I’m not allowed to plan the dates.”
Shaking his head, Sora said, “Things do go awry, you know. I’m not at all upset. Amused that we were rained out again, perhaps. Come here, why are you sitting way over there?”
Ravi went where directed, straddling his husband’s thighs. It was true, Sora didn’t look at all upset. A little smile toyed at the corners of his mouth as if this whole scene amused him on some level.
Suspiciously, Ravi said, “You married me for the entertainment value.”
With a completely straight face, Sora agreed. “I did, in fact.”
Ravi snorted, then giggled. “At least you admit it!”
“Life was entirely boring before you, beloved. Trust me, I’m happy to have you.” Sora kissed him, quick and light. “Love you.”
“I love you.” Ravi leaned in to kiss him more thoroughly, sinking into his mate’s arms with complete satisfaction.
Their date might have started as a disaster, but it clearly was going to turn out just fine. And as long as Sora could roll with the punches like this, their married life was sure to be a blast.
No more picnics, though. Ravi was firm on that.
To all interested parties, we invite you to come and see if you’re a mage! Or possibly a dragon, I don’t want to limit people. Do you think you have magical blood in your ancestry? Why not try and see if you’re magical yourself?