#fenixtj

The morning after Beltaine, Jessica feels wonderful still. Duff feels.. well, sated, and clean... and "utterly embarrassed"

"I can't believe I let myself dress up like that and become a target" he rolls his eyes

"By what?" Puzzled, she shift to her side next to him. "Why?"

"My Seelie side.." Hurumph "It's going to hurt my reputation."

"I think your making more of it than it is." She consoles him.

"Jessica, my reputation is of a man not to be crossed with, a dangerous man. A man that if you reached for a gun, you better make sure you kill me with the first shot. And yesterday? I was an symbolic game animal to be taken down by kids." A glance at her, a BIT of a smile "And a lover who seemed to enjoy getting her own paint toss in. Good aim there by the way"

She grins a little. "Your strong enough to be a sacrifice. That's not nothing."

"Anyone, Fae, who doesn't understand that is...." she shakes her head.

"Mmm you have a point, but sometimes idiots target me too. I can handle them, but it's a hassle"

"So is getting shot but you don't seem to mind that...." she teases seriously.

"Well, bullet scars are manly you see... " A shrug

"....and paint washes off." Comforting.

"But will the stains on my ego lift?"

"I doubt any permenant damage was done." Dryly.

"You mock the severity of my tribulations." He kisses her despite his grim words

"Oh, you don't need me to do that." She assures him when she can speak.

That does get a chuckle that he cannot contain to erupt from him, "Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes. I see."

"Better that cursing at him." She agrees. She glances around the room. "Guess I should get up and at it." She stretches, hiding a small wince.

"mm about those bruises"