Shake hands?
What were they now? Did one soul-shattering night of pleasure mean they were an item now or what? Seymour was surprised by how much he wanted a positive answer to that particular query, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.
But he hoped.
Sariel looped his arm around Seymour’s waist and placed a shy kiss on his cheek. “Morning.”
Seymour’s heart did some more fluttering, and he laughed while his brain tried to catch up. This was fine. It was totally normal to get this flustered. “Hi. Hello. Did you, uh, you sleep… comfortably?”
“Very. I trust you did.” Sariel’s smile was downright smug as he went back to stirring whatever was in the bowl.
“Yup. Yeah. Definitely.”
Day looked at Seymour. She looked at Sariel. She gasped, clasping her paws to her face. “You two made kittens!”
“What?” Seymour croaked.
“I don’t know how humans say it. Or angels.” Day hummed thoughtfully. “Made the Great Cat with two backs?”
“Oh, my sweet fuckin’Jesus.”
“Did the flat dance and yowled in one voice?”
“How, how do you even?—”
“Sex!” Day looked pleased with herself. “You had sex!”
Sariel’s smug smile had vanished, and he stared down at his bowl as if he wanted to dive inside of it as his cheeks turned bright red.
“Yes. Yes, we did that.” Seymour groaned lightly, certain his own face was just as flushed. At least they knew they hadn’t kept Day up. “When two people, you know, care about each other, they are intimate and?—”
“Have sex!” Day chimed in cheerfully.
“Oh, fuckin’ balls.” Seymour laughed and tried to think of any possible way to change the subject. “So! What’s for breakfast?”
Day frowned. “Is it shameful?”
“What? Breakfast?”
“Sex.”
“No, no, no! Not at all.” Seymour swallowed hard. “It was all consensual! And safe! And, uh, just, uh, well, you, you sort of seem, like, well…” He had no idea how to say this without potentially angering a magical creature who could easily eat his face. “Young?”
Day narrowed her eyes. “I am centuries older than you.”
“Right! Yes! I just, uh…” Seymour stared helplessly at Sariel.
“We did not think it appropriate to discuss in front of a lady,” Sariel said with a polite bow of his head. “Our apologies for being sexist and obtuse.”
Day relaxed once more and smiled. “Aw, it is all right. As long as you’re both happy! That is all that matters to me.”
“We’re happy. So very happy.” Seymour meant it, and he tucked Day against his shoulder with one arm so he could reach out to rub Sariel’s back.
Sariel remained red and returned his focus to whatever he was making, but his halo flickered a few times. Maybe it was Morse code forplease kill me now for the love of all that is holy.
“So! Breakfast!” Seymour grinned. “What are we havin’?”
“Chocolate chip pancakes!” Day shouted, her tails lashing wildly.
