Fantasyland: Midnight Soul Part 42

"I don't know much about it," I explained hastily as I didn't want to hurt his feelings or deny him anything he wished to have. "It could be dangerous and I don't wish to harm you."

He nodded. "I get that."

I smiled again. "Maybe when I know more, when I know if it's safe, I'll conjure it again and you can."

Noc smiled again too. "That'd be cool."

"I just, well, I just had to share." I leaned back into him, lifting the hand that had sparked blue and wrapping it around the warm, silken skin covering hardness at his biceps. "It's impossible to explain. Being out there with Valentine and Lavinia. Being given a gift I didn't want but the instant I received it I knew how precious it was. Understanding more of who I am, what's inside me, that there are women who have the same and they're not like my mother. I don't have words to describe the magnificence and I know it's late. I shouldn't have woken you but I just had to share it with someone. And you know who I am, what I have inside me. Outside of Josette, Valentine and Lavinia, you're the only one. And I know I can trust you with all of it."

"Yeah, you can," he replied with a smile, but there was a firmness to his tone that I liked very much. This he coupled with resting a hand on the side of my waist and giving me a squeeze. "And seriously pleased you woke me up to share, sweetheart, and totally stoked to hear you dug the experience."

I nodded up at him enthusiastically, not sure what "stoked" meant but I did know what "dug" meant thus affirmed, "I did, Noc. I very much did."

He looked down at me with an indulgent expression.

We stood standing close, staring at each other and touching lightly for some time before I realized neither of us was speaking.

Suddenly feeling awkward, I cast a glance at his disheveled bed, took my hand from his arm and stepped back, forcing Noc's hand to fall from my waist.

My eyes to the rug at my side, I stated, "I woke you, now I should let you sleep."

"We could go raid the kitchens," he curiously suggested.

I looked back to him. "Pardon?"

"Babe, you don't look any less wired than you did when you walked in here. That means raid the kitchen, or hitch up a sleigh and go joyriding through Fyngaard, or find ourselves a bottle of whiskey and get slaughtered."

I was definitely peckish.

And I always enjoyed a lovely libation.

"I choose the first and the last," I shared.

To that, Noc's smile went white and wide, and promptly after he strode from the room into his dressing room. He came back wearing one of his attractive, long-sleeved shirts that had no b.u.t.tons (and I'd discovered all of them were of an oddly stretchy material).

He handed me a ball of wool that I realized were a pair of his socks just as he sat on the couch by the fire and pulled his own ball of wool open.

"Put those on to keep your feet warm," he ordered.

He was concerned about my comfort, did something about it, and that something was as intimate as me wearing his clothing.

There was a loveliness to this I shouldn't allow myself the opportunity to feel.

I did not delay even a second in sitting beside Noc to pull his socks on my feet.

When I had the over-large, warm wool on, he was up and I was too, as he'd grabbed my hand and pulled me that way.

"Let's go, sugarlips."

I rolled my eyes at his irksome endearment.

But I said nothing.

My hand in Noc's, we went to raid the kitchens and get "slaughtered" on whiskey.

This we did.

And I enjoyed every second.

Better, with delight he did not hide from me for a second, Noc did too.

Chapter Twelve.

Dr. Zhivago Franka It was time.

Weeks I had waited to get on with things-as Noc would say, close the book on my old life and start the first chapter on the new-and it was finally time.

But now that it was, I didn't want it to be time.

This was, I knew, because I was standing at the window of my bedroom looking down at Kristian's and my sleighs being packed. Ahead of them, more sleighs were being readied to take Finnie and Frey, Cora and Tor, Circe and Lahn...and Noc to Sudvic to start Noc's adventure.

We would be parted for months.

I did not want that.

Anything could happen in months. Months was a long time.

He could find a young beautiful maiden in Hawkvale, fall in love, decide to stay in this world. Or he could wish her to live in his own and bring her back with him.

Or he could think on me and wonder why he was so kind and friendly, supportive and caring, teasing and sweet, and use the time to grow distant so that when we met again, I had none of him at all.

A knock came at the door and I was so deep in my thoughts, I jumped and turned to it, mouth opening to call to the person beyond to enter.

My mouth shut and tightened, out of habit mostly, because I needn't have bothered with the effort of parting my lips.

The door was already closing behind Noc.

I watched him saunter to me, grinning. "All the action's downstairs, sugarlips."

"I have seen sleighs packed before, many times, starting from the moment I could cipher," I reminded him. "It's hardly fascinating."

Noc stopped in front of me and looked down out of my window. "If it's not interesting," he said to the window before turning his attention to me, still grinning, "why are you watching it from up here?"

I stared into his face, his extraordinary eyes, remembering suddenly every moment from that first he'd walked into the sitting room to make me feel better after Minerva and her companions were bested, all of our moments layering, interweaving, making me feel warm...

And bereft.

"I fear I'll miss you," I whispered and watched his grin die.

"Frannie," he whispered back, getting close, putting a hand to my waist and sliding it to the small of my back.

"You've been very kind to me. You...you've..." I shook my head and gave him the honest truth, "You've changed my life, Noc." I drew in a swift breath and carried on even more swiftly, "And no matter what comes for both of us, I cannot abide you leaving without telling you how much it means and just how very grateful I am."

He lifted his other hand, curling his fingers around the side of my neck as he dipped his head so his handsome face was near.

"What's gonna come for both of us is I'm gonna do my thing and you're gonna have quality time with your family. After that, we'll meet in NOLA. Then the first thing I'm gonna do after feeding you pizza is get you drunk on hurricanes."

I felt confusion at his final word but did it no longer finding it irritating. Weeks with Noc and having this feeling, I'd grown accustomed to it. Not to mention, he had great patience and I enjoyed his frequent amus.e.m.e.nt when I asked for clarification.

"There are hurricanes in Fleuridia," I shared. "They're so bad, seamen who can sense them and dogs that have been trained to do the same are quite valued, for most people pack their carriages and move far inland to avoid them and the death and destruction they often cause."

His eyes lit. "It's a weather phenomenon, sweetheart. But in my world it's also a drink that will f.u.c.k you up."

"I'm a.s.suming your usage of 'f.u.c.k you up' in this instance is a good thing," I guessed.

"h.e.l.l yeah," he confirmed, again with an upward curve to his lips.

I lifted a hand and put it on his chest. "Then I'll look forward to that, Noc."

I'd barely ceased talking when his hand went from my neck to mine on his chest where he folded it tight in his hold and held it there against the soft wool of his thick sweater.

"I want you writing me," he demanded, and at his demand, I stared.

"But, you'll be far and wide. Any missive will-"

"I don't care if the news is three months old when I get it," he interrupted me to say. "I want you writing me and I'll write you too."

Oh.

We'd correspond.

How delightful!

I pressed my hand against his chest. "You have my vow, I will share all the ridiculously boring things that are happening to me as I await the birth of my brother's child, and you can share with me all you've seen, heard, tasted and experienced as you travel the depth of a continent in a parallel universe."

This time his eyes flashed with humor.

"I got a feeling you'll find ways to liven s.h.i.t up," he told me.

He would be right.

I would be learning how to use my magic, for one, something he knew as I'd told him.

But the truth was, I was me. I wasn't, but I was.

And I wasn't about to abide boring.

"We shall see," I replied.

He got even closer to the point our bellies were brushing through our clothes.

I held my breath.

He held my hand tighter at his chest.

"You leave first and you leave soon, baby," he said quietly, suddenly looking rather splendidly fierce. "I'm gonna walk you down there and I'm gonna give you a hug in front of everybody and I'm gonna act like I feel, which is that this part is gonna suck because I'm gonna miss you too."

He was going to miss me.

Why did that make me feel so much better?

"I have never been...hugged, in public that is," I shared.

Again, his eyes flashed with humor. "Glad I get to break that seal."

I felt my brows draw together. "Break that seal?"

It was then I felt my face freeze as he studied my brow only briefly before he dropped his forehead to mine, and instead of answering my question, he muttered, "Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too."

"Noc," I whispered.

"You be good," he ordered.

Being good would be boring.

But that was me now. I'd eschewed my wicked ways.

I had no choice but to "be good."

Ulk.

Though I'd find ways to be good without being boring (I hoped).

"I will," I promised.

"Write me," he went on.

"I already promised that," I reminded him.

He behaved like I didn't even speak.