Heirot

Tenele smiled, wrapping her arms over his. "I love a romantic," she replied. "Just as much as I love you." She leaned back against him, staring at the stars.

Atul turned his chair around to watch them. "Well, we've had dinner. Why not entertainment? Tenele will you dance for us?"

"Dance for you?" she called over her shoulder with a laugh.

"You haven't danced for us in a while," the King protested.

"That is precisely why I shouldn't. No practice. I don't know if I'll even remember the steps."

"Something like this," Vlad murmured, raising her left wrist above her head and his other arm to spin her with him to face Atul. "And this," he took her other wrist and lifted it out to the right, bobbing it up and down. The vampire hummed softly as he swayed back and forth and puppeteered her in a ridiculous imitation of the dance Knight had taught her.

Tenele laughed. "Okay, okay... you keep humming," she drew her hands away and grabbed his shoulders, steering him back towards his chair. "I'll dance." Atul clapped his hands. "I've had enough liquid courage tonight."

Tenele stepped back, tapping her chin for a second. Then, as if remembering where she needed to start, she began dancing. Despite how terrible she thought she'd be, as she swayed into the movements, she remembered them more, and eventually became quite comfortable with the steps.

Vlad watched her with rapt attention. It was impossible not to be impressed by the sensual nature of the dance that was so obviously customized for their tastes alone. She would not perform this dance at a banquet or a talent display. It was a love letter meant for their eyes only. He forgot to hum somewhere along the way, and watched the dance go on to the melody of the stars.

His gaze was thirsty as she finished. He stood and crossed to her side, every movement unearthly smooth. Without words, he met her eyes and kissed her, long and deep, right where she stood.

Tenele was swept up in the kiss, and surprised by it. Her knees felt suddenly weak, and she curled an arm around his neck just to make sure she didn't fall on the floor. She twisted the fabric of his tunic between her fingers, smiling at him as she drew back for hair. "Was it pleasing?" she asked, nuzzling his nose with her own.

Atul sat back watching them. He knew how frustrating their experiences had been that morning. He had no intention to interrupt if the two were comfortable with their intimacy at the moment.

"Pleasing is an understatement," Vlad growled softly. His lips grazed along her jaw until it met her neck. Her response to him was enough to make him feel ravenous. "Tenele," he breathed, licking her neck.

Tenele melted into his arms. The sound of longing etched in his voice warmed her heart, especially after she brought him to tears earlier that morning. She sighed softly, tilting her head back to allow him better access to her neck. Her fingers curled tighter in his clothing, drawing her body closer to his. "I love you."

Atul watched quietly, sipping on his wine and stretching out his legs. He was hesitant, especially after how upset they'd both grown this morning, and he was unaware of Vlad's visit to Sinead. The King remained confident that their love was strong enough to overcome Lelana's curse. At least... he prayed to the God's it was.

Vlad widened his mouth to suck against her neck. He sworled his tongue over her skin and ran his hands over her back with a feather-light touch. "I love and desire you. I am ready for you," he purred into her skin. His lips drifted lower, playing just below her collarbone and onto the soft skin her low neckline exposed. "Can you handle me?" he looked up at her with radiant, proud red eyes.

Tenele swallowed and forgot to breathe, the anticipation for his touch too strong. The look in his red eyes sent a shiver through her. "I can," she boasted pridefully, her green eyes defiant. She tried to ignore the slight fear creeping into the back of her mind that there would be a repeat of that morning. But, Vlad had seemed more like his old self that day... maybe Sinead was able to put his mind at ease.

"Can you handle me?" she asked him, curling her fingers in the hair at the back of his head.

"Not only can I handle you," his gazed heatedly sideways past her neck, at the man seated at the table. "I can handle him, too."

Atul chuckled, raising his glass. "I dare say that's being overconfident," he called back to Vlad. "You can try to handle me." Atul finished his glass of wine and rose from his chair, slinking over to them in one of the most alluring walks she'd ever witness the King make. He pressed in along there sides, taking Tenele's chin and tilting her face to him. He kissed her deeply before he drew away and did the same to Vlad. His arm curled around the vampire's back, tugging himself tighter to his side. He leaned into the vampire's neck and kissed up to his ear. "Are you okay with this?" he whispered at an octave so low that Tenele couldn't hear, but he knew Vlad could.

Vlad's dominant mood didn't stop him from stretching out his neck in a silent demand for more. Vlad's answer to Atul's question was a firm hand that closed tight over the king's ass and pulled his hips forward against Vlad's leg. The vampire's need stirred thick and hard against his wife's abdomen as he kissed her.

Atul didn't think to question the vampire any more than that, and instead turned his attention back to Vlad's neck, his worming between the two of them to the buckle of his pants.

Tenele kissed Vlad with overflowing passion, showing him just how much she'd held back while being unable to have him. She lost herself to the point of forgetting to be mindful of his fangs, and she cut her lower lip on them.

She hissed, drawing away with a smirk, touching the red and staining her finger with blood.

Vlad smirked, and licked her lip with a warm tongue. It turned him on. Everything about them turned him on. "Your room or mine, your highness," he murmured huskily to the king kissing his neck. 'Quickly."

"Mine," the King demanded, slipping his hand into the vampire's trousers as he pinched the skin of Vlad's neck harshly with his teeth. It was a little unclear if he was speaking about his room, or about what he'd just took hold of.