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After work, Cas and Fritz practically force-feed me another dose of my painkiller. As much as I roll my eyes and tell them I’m fine— which I am. Totally— Caspian just exasperatedly chides me, sayingThere’s no nobility in making yourself suffer, my Dove.
At this point, I fear the meds are doing more harm than good. I can’t focus when I take them, can’t shake this awful groggy exhaustion. Before I know it, I’m dozing off on the couch on Fritz’s lap, Caspian massaging my calves. Distantly, I register them moving me to the bed and wrapping me in blankets, leaving me to sleep it off.
When I do wake, I can only feel one other person in the bed with me, my left side feeling entirely too cold without Fritz there. I try not to alert Caspian that I’m awake, truthfully wishing for a few more minutes of avoiding the madness that is my reality.
“My Dove,” he nuzzles my neck, “You need to eat something. You cannot pretend to nap any longer.”
I groan and push him away, rolling over. He takes advantage of the position, situating himself on top of me and whispering into my ear, “If you prefer to stay in bed, I can think of far more interesting things we can do within it.”
“You’re insatiable,” I laugh, but it’s cut off with a choking moan as he grinds himself into my ass.
His rumbling tenor fills my body, making my heartbeat pound out of my chest, “As are you, apparently.”
I try to push us up, but with only one hand versus the entire weight of the man above me, I fail epically. Instead, he rolls us until I’m lying atop him, my back still against his chest. His fingers slowly trace my form, wearing only one of Fritz’s shirts and my underwear, lulling me into a trance somewhere between turned on and blissfully relaxed.
“My, my,” Fritz’s voice carries from the bedroom door, “I leave for less than five minutes and you’re already taking liberties withmygirl inmybed? Shame on you, Caspian.”
With a chuckle, Caspian’s hand turns more insistent, nails lightly dragging across my skin, “My apologies, friend. She awoke and required my attention since you so rudely left us here alone.”
Fritz gasps with mock offense, “Ibrought snacks.” He brings the aforementioned spread of food toward us and sets the plate on the bedside table before handing me a drink from his other hand. “I also brought news,” he adds, expression alight with excitement.
“Really?” I launch myself from Caspian’s grip, running towards the restroom. “Hold that thought, please.” I take care of business and get myself somewhat cleaned up before returning to my bed, my boys and my snacks, “Is it about when we go back to free the prisoners?”
Fritz and Caspian share a look, something they seem to be doing a lot of lately. Noting the change in my demeanor at their keeping secrets, Fritz pipes up, “Sort of, yes. Eamon has agreed to come for Christmas dinner.”
“How does that—” I begin at the same time Caspian asks, “How did you—”
Eyes darting between us, Fritz’s grin turns mischievous, “I mentioned that Isla would be attending, and he immediately texted back asking what time.” Then he turns to me, “And to answer your question, we agreed that we need his guidance, remember?”
“I don’t think I agreed to that,” I mention between bites. “I think you just said it and distracted me from objecting.”
With a grin, he shrugs, grabbing another grape and placing it against my lips, “Open wide.” When I wrap my lips around the grape, I suck his digit into my mouth, teasing him just for a moment before releasing it and continuing to eat as if it never happened. A growl rumbles from his chest before Caspian smacks it with the back of his hand and shakes his head.
“Caspian, my dearest friend? My soul brother that I like to fuck?” Fritz asks, eyes locked on mine.
Cas makes a disgusted noise in his throat, “Please don’t call me that. It’s unnerving.”
“Fine,” Fritz smirks.
Cas prods, “What do you need?”
“I need you to leave.”
I spit out the sip of water I was working on at his abrupt dismissal. Caspian must feel the same, his slack-jawed expression giving away his thoughts. His eyes dart between the two of us for a moment before he opens his mouth to respond.
“Please?” Fritz whines, “I want some alone time with Belissenda and you’ve been hovering. I know that you’re concerned with her injury, it’s perfectly understandable, but you’re being overbearing.”
With another look at me, Caspian stands, laughing at himself, “Yeah, alright. I’ve been… smothering. I’m sorry, my Dove.”
Raising myself to my knees on the edge of the bed, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to me for a kiss, “You have nothing to apologize for, Caspian. You’ve been perfect.”
“A perfect cockblock,” Fritz mutters to himself, and we all burst into a fit of laughter.
With a light slap on my ass, Caspian whispers against my lips, “Be a bad girl for me, yes?” I nod, a smile forcing its way onto my face. He blesses me with one last smoldering kiss before departing.
Once he’s left the room, I ask Fritz, “Where do you suppose he’ll go?”
