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With slight longing, Sol watched the priests fingers slide over his, giving the faintest shiver over the delightful sensation. Breifly he wondered what those fingers would feel like over the rest of him and he fought hard to not blush, nearly missing Jerome's question.

With slight puzzlement he looked at his companion before understanding dawned on him and he gave a gentle smile. Taking advantage of the situation, he once again laid his hand over Jerome's, relishing the contact. "You may see me whenever you wish. Simply call for Kuraki or Bekka to fetch you."

Idly and without much thought, Sol rubbed his thumb over Jerome's hand, some small part of his mind admiring the delicate bone structure and an even smaller, more evil part, calculating exactly how much pressure it would take to crush.

The smile never left his face, however morbid his inner thoughts and he gave the gentlest of squeezes. "For a friend, it is always convenient. Simply call, they will bring you. Should I happen to be engaged, it would be but a few minutes before I would arrive."

There was a blush, a quickening of breath and Jerome found it difficult to meet Sol's eyes.
"I will try and keep that in mind. But now, I fear, I must go. Kuraki?" He was only vaguely aware that he aught to let go of Sol's hand, but extremely reluctant to do so.

With a pleasant "Cheep" the little icefire popped in and stood waiting, like an eager little puppy, for jerome to say where to go.

Sol, meanwhile, found himself torn between letting the priests hand go and holding on, making him stay. Looking at their overlapping fingers, he got a small start and quickly let them go. His smile became the tiniest bit forced but still pleasant. "Go, Jerome. You have your duties as I have mine. " He took step back and Kuraki latched on the priests hand, stil waiting for orders on where to go.

"Remember though, you are welcome at anytime." This time his smile was genuine and he waited for the priest to leave.

Kuraki popped them both to Jerome's private room at the church, then waited to see if Jerome had any other requests.

Back at the Shiki, Sol gave a small sigh and ran a hand through his hair. It disturbed him, these strange feelings the priest evoked. Yes, he was pleasing to look at, and could hold a wonderful conversation. Not to mention his discerning palate when it came to tea.

He knew about friendship. He hadn't experienced much of it, but he had heard, seen and, one slow afternoon, even read about it so he knew he and the priest had a small, but substantial riendship.

However, he had never heard of friendship involving that warm feeling, like a fuzzy blanket wrapped around him, now the pleasant tingle when they touched. And it certainly did not explain the gut reaction he had when Jerome spoke that odd language. Just remembering it gave him a shiver. Which disturbed him, which got him thinking again...a rather vicious cycle on his part.

A knock to his door informed him that he had to meet a client soon, so, shaking all thoughts of the human to the back of his mind, he went and got ready.

For his part, Sol went about his business, meeting with clients and practicing the dances for the next party held there. Through it all, despite his best efforts, his thoughts returned more and more to the human priest and he would catch himself smiling for no reason he could see.

What was worse, even Akkan noticed and the other incubus had been giving him a strange, knowing look all day but had refused to say anything. And Sol would be dammned it he asked his main rival and closest "friend" what that look was for.

Sol went about his business and every day looked forward to some news concering the preist. With each sucessive time there was nothing, he found himself growing inexplicably more sad.

Since he genuinely liked Sol--and because it would piss Rio off--Dravyn called him in to talk, and soon, standing on the parish steps, was a young teenage boy of striking beauty and wearung loose black pants, a leather vest and nothing else, looking around at everything with wide eyed fascination. The cars especialy held his attention and he remained onthe steps, watching them go by.