“Ned, you keep that up and Mayor Gill is going to complain. His mate doesn’t like that we’re under their toddlers’ bedroom. Turn the heat down on your horny imagination, okay?” Adam reached for his mug of coffee. Strong double espresso laced with raspberry chocolate syrup. His sweet tooth ached every time he saw Lilly. Ned brought home free samples from her shop thanks to the friendship he struck up with another soccer fan down at the boys and girls club in town.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t plan on doing more than warming the wee ones overhead snug in their beds.” Smoke curled out of Ned’s nose. “Taming the flame that lass set’s off is going to take more than all of Antarctica to cool down.”
Adam shook his head, trying hard to not spray coffee on the computer screen he looked at. He gulped down the coffee he’d drank before Ned let loose one of his blasted puns. “Look here,” Adam began, setting his mug down. “Lust will melt your guitar picks if you aren’t careful. You know we got a recording contract to fulfill too.”
Ned flipped him the bird and stuck out his forked tongue. With an unintended lisp, he said, “Blowing raspberries ain’t easy with a forked tongue.”

Adam chortled. “Ah, but think of the double pleasure we give our partner’s clitoris when we take a few pleasing licks.”
Ned slammed his fist down on the table rattling the coffee pot and other mugs sitting on the table. Woody’s heavy footsteps sounded from down the hall. He called out as he approached, “Ned you breaking tables and dishes again?”
Adam saluted Ned with his mug, and kept sipping, keeping his eyes on the computer screen in front of him.
Woody stuck his head into the kitchen. “Well, Ned?”
“Ah come on bloke, you didn’t hear any china cracking or a spoon hitting the floor.” Ned picked up the pages in front of him. “Just trading inspirational ideas with Adam to get our song writing juices going again.”
“Fine. Remember, this lair is our home, not some hole in the ground or dank musty wet cave.” Woody started back down the hall, calling out again. “And, mate shopping can wait until the CD is done.”
“Frack!” Ned cursed, flames shooting out of his mouth.
Adam picked up the fire extinguisher near the table, pointed one end of the hose at him. “Antarctica is melting fast enough. Calm your dragon down.”
Ned narrowed his eyes and laid both hands on the table as he leaned forward. The glow in his eyes grew until only yellow remained visible. He blinked, exhaled, and stuck out his tongue. Three golden red medium sized charcoals landed on the table close to a heavy metal cover dish center of the table.
Adam reached over, picked up the tongs laying on the lay under the dish and handed them to Ned. “Thanks for reminding me. Take care of yours while I get mine under control.”
Adam closed his eyes. He never liked displaying his off antics. The group agreed that keeping tabs on each other worked better than having an outsider freaking out every time they separated their internal dragon from their essential core. Ned would need to see his eye color change and the coals end up on the table. Hazel colored eyes didn’t take well to the blast of heat and corralling of the energy that took place. His human heritage came out from time to time and his eye color was one of them.
Adam opened his eyes, looked up until his gaze met Ned’s. Ned nodded. Adam leaned forward, laid both hands on the table and muttered an ancient Gaelic curse. Heat rose from deep in his groin, pushing upwards until beads of sweat rolled off his brow. He repeated the curse again, tasting smoke, and the flash of heat rising up his throat. Opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue, four similar sized coals landed on the table. Ned handed him the tongs. The lid on the dish clattered shut shortly thereafter. A red ring grew in size where the top of the bowl and the lid met. Two of the band knew the words that unlocked the bowl’s magic. Each knew half of the spell. That way neither could grab the power the coals held from any of the others.

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Happy Weekend Gang!

Ned and Adam are back and their story moves forward.  Dragons with dual essences, wow!  These guys are different for sure. This is going to be one interesting story it looks like.

Fall is definitely in the air.  Nights are cooler from time to time.  Some leaves are already changing color.  The heat strikes out with Summer not wanting to yield its time.  Who can blame it?  That cold blast lasting into March makes me want to start buying up longjohns now!

Remember to keep a few good books handy to share with loves and Spice.  I know I am!

Until Next Week,

Solara