Yes, yes. ANOTHER story. xD well hope you enjoy it! Please review! Flamers welcome! This story is set after the purge.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but my characters.

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Marian stared up at her husband mouth agape.

"What? What did you say?"

"I said that you are going to go upstairs and rest with no fussing." Lucivar hovered over his hearth witch smiling arrogantly. Marian bristled.

"And what makes you think that I'll…" Marian blinked, focusing her eyes on the piece of paper now dangling in front of her.

"Look familiar? If I remember correctly you gave this to me as a certificate for fussing." Vanishing the piece of paper he reached a hand out and pulled her to her feet.

"You….you kept that thing?" Marian brushed her long black hair from her face, golden eyes filled with dismay and a hint of amusement.

"Daemonar is staying at the keep with Jaenelle and Daemon. I plan to use the opportunity." Lucivar tucked his wings close to his body. Marian's eyes narrowed at this.
"And what, may I ask, are you planning to do?"

Lucivar smiled.

"Well….first I'm going to bring you upstairs." Lucivar hands fell to Marian's hips, drawing her close. "And lay you on the bed." Marian gasped as Lucivar began nibbling her neck.

"And once I've gotten these troublesome clothes out of the way I'm going to spread…." Both eyriens jumped as someone pounded on the door. Marian moved to answer it but Lucivar held her against him.

"Ignore it. They'll go away eventually…now where was I? Oh yes, I'm going to spread…" A small cough came from behind them and Lucivar jerked around, shoving Marian behind him, war blade held out, ready to attack. Lucivar's eyes went round and the corner of his lips began to twitch.

"What happened to you?" Marian, sidling out from behind Lucivar gave Daemon a wide eyed stare.

Daemon stood in the room, his unnaturally beautiful face etched with something more than annoyance and his clothes were simple shreds of cloth clutched in his left hand. Marian tactfully averted her gaze and rushed from the room shouting to Daemon not to move.

Daemon sighed and turned his golden glare onto Lucivar who was trying his best not to laugh.

"Sorry to interrupt." Daemon replied coolly. And if you have any more sense you'll know better than to laugh at me right now.

Lucivar heard the underlying words and bit his cheek. Marian appeared in the kitchen, handed Daemon a towel and one of Lucivar's outfits, and busied herself making tea. With what dignity he could manage Daemon pulled on the leather trousers and shirt before glaring fully at his brother.

"I would like you to know," Daemon's voice, normally with a seductive edge, came out in a hiss, "That this is your fault."

Lucivar smiled and shrugged.

"Well I didn't know that seeing me made you tear your clothes off but I'm going to have to decline any activities. I am a married man." Daemon's glare narrowed and Marian swung around to face her husband, blushing. Lucivar shrugged again, ignoring both glares from brother and wife.

"So bastard are you going to tell me why you barged in holding nothing but three strips of what I assume were your clothes and blaming me for your state of undress?" Lucivar smiled as Daemon accepted the cup of tea Marian offered him.

"Your son." Daemon hissed. Marian winced and managed a smile.

"What exactly did he do this time?" she asked.

Lucivar perked up at this, listening intently.

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He should have known better. Should have known that the child in front of him was not only Daemonar, the sweet hearth witch Marian's son, but Daemonar, the stubborn prick of an eyrien warrior, Lucivar's son. Having forgotten this little detail, he had seen no reason why they shouldn't venture in the woods to play hide and seek with the kindred. Saw no fault in the plan of him doing the searching while Daemonar hid with the others. Until eight hundred pounds of furry, white arcerian cat leapt out at him. The shield had snapped instantly in place around his skin, but there was time for more. Thinking it part of the game (or just wanting to use Daemon as a scratching post), the cat had torn Daemon's favorite silk shirt to shreds. At least he was able to get rid of those pants Jaenelle had insisted on him buying. After managing to get his wind back, he focused on getting the happy bundle of fur off of him by calmly explaining that he couldn't breathe. Since that hadn't worked he began struggling out from underneath the cat who had tired itself out and was now finding Daemon to be a very comfortable pillow. Not that it made him anymore comfortable.

"And I would like you to know." Daemon said coolly, turning his gaze on Lucivar whose face had gone red with the effort it took not to laugh. "That it was your son who told the rules to the cat."

"I'll….talk to him…" Lucivar gasped. Daemon gave his brother a narrow stare before standing up from the table and walking to the door.

"Good evening Lady Marian." Marian nodded and watched Daemon disappear.

Focusing her attention on her now hysterical husband, she rolled her eyes and went to clean the dishes.

Lucivar stood up and wrapped his arms around his wife from behind, breathing in her psychic scent.

"Don't think I've forgotten how I want to spend this afternoon." He muttered into her hair.

Twisting in his arms, she faced him and wrapped her arms around her neck.

"Do you really intend on talking to Daemonar about explaining things to the arcerian cats?"

"Of course. If not I'm sure Daemon wouldn't hesitate in telling the younger arcerians that I'd make a good snack." Laughing at the look of shock on Marian's face, Lucivar gathered his hearth witch close and headed for the stairs. "Come on, I'm still going to fuss over you."

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