Page 81 of Missiletoe
“So fucking much,” Baz said, choking on the last word like it hurt him.
“I love him too.”
“No shit. I hadn’t noticed,” Baz deadpanned. He sounded much better as a sarcastic little jerk instead of a scared child, so I rearranged Vix until he was in one arm, scooped Baz up into the other, and kissed him on the top of his head.
“I’m not going to take Vix from you. He’d be sad, and then I’d be sad. You’d also be sad and probably kill some people you shouldn’t. It’s better to leave you two the way you are.” I was going to stop there, but then I realized one important thing needed to be made clear. “You can’t have sex with him anymore, though.”
“Even with you there?”
I was going to laugh it off as a joke, but Baz’s face was dead serious.
“I’m sorry, Baz. I only want Vix. You are very attractive, but he’s it for me.”
“Yeah…Okay. I won’t ask anymore. Vix would probably kill me anyway. He’s gotten shockingly attached to you.”
I stared down at my sleeping bunny’s form and was struck by the need to cover his face in kisses, so I did.
He wrinkled his nose in his sleep and made a sleepy sound of protest, but when I stopped, his eyes blinked open long enough to say, “More cuddles,” and then he was out once more.
I held him and Baz in my lap, letting both of them have a small nap until it was confirmed that the fire was completely out, that there were no more bombs (there weren’t, just something flammable Mike had splashed around and probably used to fuel his magically created fires, but Gareth didn’t add that last part in.), and the cops were satisfied.
Baz woke up first and rolled out of my lap, jostling Vix’s leg. Vix blinked his eyes open and let out a yawn that showed off his tiny, pink tongue.
Baz threw himself onto Vix and gave him a hug, and I had to work to keep from letting the sudden shift of both of their weights into one of my arms topple us all over.
“I’m going to leave the two of you alone,” Baz said. “I have some stuff to do.”
“Don’t get caught,” Vix said sleepily and gave a cute little stretch that forced me to hug him until he squeaked. Since Baz was still hugging Vix, he was part of the hug, so he squeaked too.
“When do I ever get caught?” Baz asked as he extricated himself from my lap.
Vix wrapped my arms back around him after Baz left my lap. “At least once a week by Gareth.”
Baz rolled his eyes. “Pfft. I meant by someone who matters.”
“I heard that,” Gareth shouted from the sidewalk where he was glowering at the remaining emergency crew to encourage them to leave. The guy must have had ears like a bat.
Baz gave a saucy salute, hopped off the porch, and ran toward the back of the house.
“What’s Baz going to go do?” I asked Vix, handing him a candy bar I’d commandeered from an EMT. Vix had never gotten his waffles, and I figured he must be starving at that point.
Vix devoured the entire thing before answering. “Something evil, probably. More kisses please.”
“As you wish.” I gave him what he asked for and quite a bit more.
He tasted like chocolate.
“I love the Princess Bride. My wing of the house wasn’t wrecked. Can we go inside and fuck while we watch it?”
I stood up with him in my arms and repeated, “As you wish.”
“We’re getting you a Dread Pirate Roberts outfit.”
“Only if you dress up as Buttercup.”
“Deal.”
A Really Gay Epilogue
