It'd been lovely since then, though. Very often their 'dates' were simply sharing space, doing paperwork and looking over reports, and that was just fine with the both of them. They were industrious sorts, and it was part of what they'd come to love about each other. Of course, they had their more typically romantic moments too; shared meals and quiet moments. Once G'ar was used to the idea, and settled with the knowledge that he was very fond of K'tos, and that K'tos was equally very fond of him, he'd come to be quite devoted. He'd never been anything but a proper sort, and if a relationship was going to be had, well, he would do his part to make it a good one.
They'd had a lovely dinner together the night before and then spent part of the early night sitting out upon K'tos' ledge and watching the moon and stars rise and trail along behind the wisps of clouds overhead. The later night they'd spent... well, together, and now, to wake up still contentedly wrapped up together, their dragons coiled and breathing the deep blustery breath of slumber across the room? The only way it could have been better was if it could have lasted a bit longer—in a rare moment, G'ar had realized he'd been quite ready to forgo work for a bit longer.
And then Killakeeth had risen, and his wish had been granted. The bugling and roaring of the dragons had faded, but he could still hear his heart pounding in his chest, as well as K'tos', under his ear where he was still half-sprawled against and atop the other man. It was near to noon now, in their second 'morning'... and he still felt quite happy to lay about a while longer.
Uta
