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.”Tirian gasped and turned to him.Gotch-ya.Laughing, seeing that for once he’d hithis mate with a double sexual whammy, Adamnonchalantly pushed his feet into thongs andwalked to the house.He opened the esky and setthe salads, fresh wholemeal rolls and gourmetcheeses onto plates.He teased the cork from thechilled bottle of Bollinger.“Here, sweetheart,” he said, handing achampagne flute to Tirian.“Tell me if this isn’tambrosia.”Tirian sipped, his eyes narrowing.“It’s almostlike a drink we have home.” He drained the glass.“Mmmm.”“Hey, you’re supposed to savour it, not swill itlike cheap plonk.” He refilled Tirian’s glass.Tirian arched a brow.“I’ve learnt yourlanguage, but sometimes I can’t understand you.”“Aussie speak, Tir.You won’t learn it from anydictionary.”“Then,” he said, his eyes smiling over the rim ofhis glass, “I’ll have to learn it from your mouth.”They drank the first bottle of champagne andthen settled down on the sofa with a new bottleand food piled on their plates.“Our new bed’s gonna be ready in twomonths,” Adam said.“King-sized, four poster andit’ll dominate the main bedroom.”111Astrid Cooper“As is right.A bed is the most important pieceof furniture in any house.” Tirian sipped hischampagne.“Is it?” Adam laughed.“Of course.It’s where dreams are forged.”“Christ, babe, you’ve got a sweet way withwords.” Adam paused.“Don’t you want to see thesketch of the bed, since you’re gonna be sharing itwith me?”“I trust your taste.” Tirian’s finger strokedAdam’s thigh.“Have you finished eating?”“Yep.”“Then,” Tirian said, standing up, holding outhis hand.“I have something for you.” He lifted uphis harp and cradled it under his left arm.He ledAdam outside into the clearing.He glanced up atthe stars, the bright orb of the full moon.Adamfollowed his gaze, the question dying on his lipsas he looked at Tirian.His mate ran a hand overhis harp, the strings moaning.“I will sing for youonly once under the light of the new full moon.This is the mating song.” He paused, his eyesmisting with tears.“Adam Fletcher, do you takeme, Tirian, as your mate, to the exclusion of allothers, for life, and beyond death?”Adam’s mouth dried, his throat clenched, hischest aching.“To the exclusion of all others, Tir.Ipromise.Forever.” His eyes stung with tears.Tirian’s sapphire gaze sparked.112Adam’s Unicorn“Then, we mate.” Tirian sang, while his handsskimmed, stroked, seducing the strings of theharp.Tirian’s voice was deep, rich, breathless.Hesang in an unknown tongue, but Adam needed nointerpretation.The language of love wasuniversal.When the last chord had died and Tirian’s songended, Adam strode up to his mate and cradledhis head between his palms.“I love you, Tir.I loveyou so much it hurts.”Tirian’s eyes misted.“Do you know how longI’ve waited for my man to say that to me?”“All your life?” Adam smiled.“All my life.I’ve sung my song to you beneaththe starlight and moonlight.It is the time of magic,and promises.We have exchanged.Now we areone.Please, let us be one.Truly.One in mind,spirit and body.” He held out his hand and Adamtook it.Together they walked back to the building.Adam lit the gas lamp and set it on the table, sothat the circle of light cast over the sofa bed and itsblue cotton sheets.“I don’t want to sleep in thedark.I want to see you, all of you, Tir.I don’t wantto ever hide again, especially from you.”Tirian’s arms wrapped around him frombehind, his chin resting in the groove of Adam’sneck.His hands fanned out over Adam’s groin.“You’re perfect, Adam.”“Hardly perfect.” He laughed.“I’ve got113Astrid Coopersomething for you, Tir.On the bed, babe
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