“It would appear Dervish is not in his office,” said Felicity with a slight frown. “You don’t suppose he’s in the secret place of which you speak, do you, my dear?”
“I would bank on it,” Lancelot said as he leaned down to kiss her ear.
Amara was looking at a display inside one of the glass cases, so he took that moment to slide a hand from Felicity’s shoulder down to her arse, giving the latter a squeeze before he let her go again.
Felicity blushed at the contact. Dervish could be anywhere within the museum, and while she had no qualms about admitting her feelings for Lancelot Jones to the man, she would rather that admission be his first knowledge that the two had become closer, rather than explaining after he’d discovered it for himself.
“I saw that,” Amara chuckled. “Do you two need to get a room? I had thought that you took care of that little bit of business earlier this morning.”
“We were too tired for the full experience,” Lance admitted. “I did not wish to make Felicity’s first time such a hurried affair, but it could not be helped.”
“I’m amazed you tore yourself away,” she teased.
“Not to worry,” Lancelot grumbled, blushing. “The opportunity to explore the thing completely cannot be too far off.”
“Ah,” she said, nodding sagely. “A pressing matter indeed. I wish you good luck in it, considering the current situation.”
“Come, then, we ought to find our employer, and I believe he may be in the place we just discussed,” Lance said, trying to act nonchalant about the conversation they were having.
Amara took his cue, and simply followed where he led. She seemed quite impressed by the entrance, and equally impressed by the fountain she found just inside.
“So this contraption has something to do with the Veil you were talking about?” she asked curiously.
“Yes,” Felicity answered. “There are only a very few of these in existence. The trouble is the magical field being generated to hide us from the outside realm imbues everything it touches with too much magic. That’s why we want your dragons to help us farm. No edible plants can be grown here.”
“There is probably another way to remedy that,” she commented. “You could create pockets of non-magical space where the crops might grow right here inside your own realm. The spell you seek resides in your hand at this very moment, human, within the Grimoire Draconis itself. But, of course, that can be discussed at another time.”
Looking down every row as they went, they finally found Dervish in the sitting room within the break area, sipping at some tea. When he saw the trio come in, he immediately got to his feet, staring at Amara like a love-sick puppy.
“Well, hello, my friends,” he said with a debonair grin. “And who is this lovely lass ye’ve brought along with ye? She could only be a princess.”
Amara blushed and extended her hand, curtsying briefly before him. “You are a true diplomat, sir,” she told him with a blush. “But please, do continue with your praises, for they are music to my old ears.”
Lancelot and Felicity wrinkled their noses at each other, an interaction Dervish did not fail to notice. With a slight raising of his brow, he bowed to the princess as well.
“Would ye like to take a tour of the facility, my dear?” he asked her as he cast a sideways glance at the two and smirked. “Ye ken it could take quite a while to show ye everything the place has to offer, and catch ye up to speed on current history. I am right in assuming ye are the dragoness these two sought?”
“Indeed I am,” she said, winking at him. “And I would love to have a look around.”
Without another word, the pair left Lancelot and Felicity standing there. The two of them gaped as they wandered out of view.
“Well, how do you like that?” Felicity asked.
“I like it just fine,” said Lance as he watched her face avidly.
It dawned on Felicity then that they were completely alone, and would remain undisturbed for a decadently long period of time. Her heart began to pound at the look in Lancelot’s eyes as he surged forward and dragged her into his arms.
With feverish kisses, he dragged her with him to the couch and covered her body with his own. Their lips crushed together, and their tongues twined.
“Lancelot Jones, I need you so!” Felicity told him on a little groan. “But what if they return?”
Lance was rubbing his clothed erection in a most tantalizing spot between her thighs. But now he raised up and unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear aside.
“I’m not taking any more chances, my sweet,” he informed her wickedly. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Before she had any chance to answer, he’d flicked his wand, and she found that the bottom half of her clothing was gone, and then Lance was deep inside her, making her moan with delight.
His hands tangled into her tawny curls as he tasted her sweet lips, and their eyes met and held. Wordlessly, they told each other of the love they shared.
“Gods, Lance, that’s so good!” Felicity gasped with a heady delight as he continued to rock her world.
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Sometime later, Dervish and Amara returned to the doorway, but the sounds coming from the room were far too amorous, so they stopped short and cast each other amused glances. With a deep bow, Dervish offered Amara his arm.
“Perhaps another turn, my dear?” he inquired.
“We’d better make it two,” she said. “I have it on good authority that those two are hoping to take their time.”
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