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"Martha says that to me quite a lot." Were his sisters rubbing off on Lily? that was actually rather funny. But Elliot's body did indeed react to the cold, it might not have trembled violently, but it would re-route the heat to keep him alive, make him move a little more, but not quite tremble. His fingers and lips could still turn blue, or he could fall asleep for a small nap and never wake up. He glanced at the hallways, looking at the maids shuffle by before he was in his room. "Lily what are you-?" And his cloak was removed, hung back up in his wardrobe.

Elliot's face grew pink as he was led to the bed, quite unsure what to think despite the fact he knew what was happening. "Lily what're you doing?" he questioned. "Don't listen to the Prime Minister, he's crazy and a lecher at the rate he's going." He explained, fingers climbing up the covered leg against his will, taking a sharp intake of breath as Leo's lips found his neck. How did he get himself into these situations with her? "Lily you can't do this, it's too early." He said, ears flicking which meant his hat was still on his head. "Lily, stop." And he tensed himself, turning his head tolook at the pale face. "Why do you do this to cheer me up? I enjoy your company, you know that." Although, no, stop that thought where it was. He was a prince, a gentleman and he was not going to mistreat or use Leo like an accessory to place on his bed, or at this point in time his lap.

The way Leo spoke, Elliot couldn't help but want to touch the other, hands travelling down his sides, lips pressed against his neck. As Lily moved down the prince stole a small kiss, ears lowered slightly, knowing full well where she was going. He couldn't help it, he was already ready. "Don't-" An automatic response before she moved to silence him, making him groan lightly instead. Hands clenched at the sheets, not wanting to grab the other's hair. He almost hated how talented Leo was, working and bringing him closer and closer. The bentien had missed his touch, or was he trying to remove the touches of the other men? Moaning Lily's name he had released into her mouth, panting slightly before moving, keeping her from cleaning. "Get on the bed, Lily." He kissed her cheek and neck. He'd missed the other's skin, did that make him as bad as the men in Reta? The moans, the movements of the other, he was a terrible, terrible prince.

But he caressed the other, kissed him, gently touched him, loved him. He removed the silk stockings, kissing the skin underneath. Elliot made sure to be gentle, the other had still been sore this morning, gently preparing the other before taking him. Each touch and kiss the prince gave, he was trying to remove the guard's touches, what he'd done, the physical memory being replaced with Elliot's. he loved the boy underneath him, hips rocking against him. He almost hated how he loved the other, a bentien, it was unheard of. But he did, worshiping the body before finishing, pulling away and sitting down, chest rising with each breath he took. That had been unintended, but Lily had repaid the prime minister, and despite the small amount of guilt Elliot had, he was content, pleased. "I've missed you too." Came the nearly quiet whisper, the black-haired prince smiling at the Falian gently.

Elliot smiled, stroking the other's face gently, one ear perking at the question of food. "I suppose I am a little hungry, but now i don't want to get out of bed. what a terrible incu-- succubus you are, Lily." he said with a smile, kissing the other's nose. Surprisingly the earlier stress had gone, such bedroom activities were relaxing. Fine, he'd thank the prime minister once, just once, by not threatening him or insulting him. That would be hard. Food, it always came back to food, their conversations, he chuckled at the thought, nuzzling his face into the teen's hair and giving a soft laugh.

Elliot kissed the fingers which touched him before responding to the bentien's quick kiss before continuing to chuckle. "Perhaps I'm going insane like that lecher, but I find most of our conversations going back to food, or perhaps those are the only conversations I remember. I merely found the though humorous." and smiled, continuing to nuzzle the other's hair. Had a maid walked in she would have merely seen the two in bed acting very much like a couple when they were anything but. "I am happy, perhaps today is going to be a good day." And the Prime Minister hadn't noticed his black hair, so yes, today was going to be a good day.

"I'm well fed, sometimes I'm fed too much!" he exclaimed, sitting up as well when the knock was heard, black ears twitching forward. "Thank you." He said, looking at the small square before unfolding it, shifting to lean against the headboard. the smile which had been on his face turned quickly into a frown, ears lowering as Elliot continued to read. He. Was the reason. His hair was black. He had been about to comment to himself on how he didn't love Leo, but the said object of his undeniable affection was beside him, so he settled with a hiss. Of course a the end the prince gave a yell, angrily ripping the note to shred and throwing it, the small flakes landing no more than a foot away. "Damn you!" He shouted at the paper, the anger nearly vibrating off his body, ears flicked back. "I will destroy him." came the growl, hands clenched once again in the blankets as he grinned. "I'll shove the damned lube down his throat and have him choke on it." What a pleasant thought.

Then he paused, face turning red with embarrassment, now afraid to look at Lily. He coughed. "Pardon that, it's how I show my... affection, toward the prime minister." he murmured. "That is something you should not have seen and for that I'm deeply sorry. I won't act on my thoughts, however. I am a prince, and thus I kill no one." But Lily did like his hair, which made the prime minister's note all the worse. Annabelle had gotten a shampoo for herself, heaven forbid she dye her beautiful brown hair. "I miss my white hair."

The prince wrapped an arm around the other, kissing her head. Leo just seemed to naturally calm him. "But not soon enough, I'm afraid. Do I really look that well with black hair?" he supposed he had been so used to having his white hair, any other color was completely unnatural and hideous. That lecher did nothing on accident, the prince could recall a few times he'd done some things on account of the man saying something. But had he been Prime Minister then? He'd always been around. The memory of a younger Prime Minister was incredibly fuzzy, but he was somewhat positive the man didn't have the robes back then, not that he really wore them nowadays anyway. "Perhaps it is time to get breakfast."