got good ears

[temporal_affairs]

The neighbors don't complain. Much. (They do occasionally ask that things be kept down, but they don't complain about there being noise at all. They understand about mates.)

The room isn't designed for long-term human occupation. There is no bathroom, no food, no bed, no climate control - though this is Florida, so climate control is not such a concern - no plumbing.

But there's lots of magic. It's such fun to make, after all.

(Nathan had been worried he'd have to ask one of the succubi, or Joham, for lessons on what might whimsically be called "safe sex". He likes not having to bother with this better.)

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[manofmyword]

He shrugs.

"Do you want a nice place?"

[temporal_affairs]

"None of the amenities common to nice places really make a difference to me, but I'm puzzled about why you don't."

[manofmyword]

"Mm, I don't care that much," he says.

[temporal_affairs]

"I suppose magic can cover for whatever's wrong with any place we wind up with as long as we hide the non-Euclidean storage space when the landlord drops by. But - landlord sounds annoying, let's get a condo, let's own the place, not have to negotiate to be able to paint or put in a picture window or whatever."

[manofmyword]

The Joker grins. "Sure, okay."

[temporal_affairs]

Nuzzle nuzzle. Further wanderings.

[manofmyword]

Snuggly wanderings!

It is harder to find a decent condo than a crappy apartment; it takes longer. But the Joker doesn't mind much.

[temporal_affairs]

They have got all the time in the world.

The best time to ask about this decent condo over here is in forty-five minutes. That's enough time to scandalize that stray alley cat over there, isn't it?

[manofmyword]

Definitely.

[temporal_affairs]

Later -

Nathan's timer didn't fail them: they're desperate to sell the place and let him bypass the background check after he offers to put a payment down on the spot.

[manofmyword]

However shall they celebrate?

[temporal_affairs]

They could christen every room in their condo. Purely for celebratory purposes. Yes.

[manofmyword]

Excellent plan!

And then, furniture.

"Should we have a bed?" he asks musingly.

[temporal_affairs]

Nate shrugs. "D'you want one? I'm comfy on any surface and don't sleep."

[manofmyword]

"I haven't owned a bed in years," he says, "but I haven't had this much sex in years, either."

Bed! In the bedroom, no less. Big, comfy, snuggly, very inviting-looking bed.

[temporal_affairs]

"...Did you ever have this much sex?" Nathan asks, moseying bedward. "I didn't think that was something nonmagical humans could do."

[manofmyword]

He laughs.

"Well, maybe not. Close, though."

Here's a new one: the Joker pounces, for a change.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan approves of this change!

[manofmyword]

Fun for everyone!



By the time they are finally finished enjoying their nice new bed, it's late at night; the Joker curls up and goes straight to sleep.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan has nothing he would rather do than hold his mate, all night long.

[manofmyword]

In the morning, he wakes up and bounces out of bed and starts conjuring things in the living room. Table, chair, sewing machine, materials.

True to his earlier promise, he is apparently going to make Nathan a shirt the colour of blood-saturated vampire eyes.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan supervises for a while, but sewing doesn't have an intrinsic interest for him. At a good moment, he says, "I'm gonna go scope out our neighborhood, babe, I'll be back in half an hour or so."

[manofmyword]

"Have fun," he says absently, and blows Nathan a kiss before he goes back to cutting fabric.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan's back half an hour later and he leans over the Joker, peering at the garment taking form.

[manofmyword]

It is a shirt. Well, half a shirt, right this second.

It's going to be gorgeous.