the hangover 3

Amatus,” Dorian groaned, though the word came out whinier than he’d intended. “Where are you hiding?”

“I’m right here,” came the reply. A moment later, Vaxus oozed into view.

Thank goodness he had a buff warrior for a lover, for the Inquisitor cast a very large, and very welcomed shadow over the bed.

“There is an incessant pounding in my head,” Dorian said, rolling his face into the pillow. “It’s much less pleasant than the other sort of incessant pounding I’m used to.”

Vaxus laughed, and even through the fogged pain, Dorian thought it was a wonderful sound. “Well, if you’re well enough to joke.”

“It’s the truth, my love.”

“Oh, is it ‘my love’ now?” Vax said, sitting on the side of the bed. “What is it you want from me?”

Caught out, Dorian turned over, squinting with a smile. “Could you please be a real sweetheart and fetch me some water and an elfroot potion? And maybe a pastry if you happen by the kitchen?”

“You’re asking the Inquisitor to go pick up your breakfast like a common servant?” Vax grinned.

“Yes, because you love me dearly.”

Vax sighed, but it was a fond sound. “Now that’s the truth, my love.” He pressed a kiss to Dorian’s forehead. “Stay put until I get back.”

Dorian mushed his face back into the pillow. “Not going anywhere.”


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