Chapter 18

 "Where does Phet sleep?" Love whispered.

 "Studio, in the Loft." Hart's words were barely audible.

Love nodded and led the way from the kitchen through the hall that connected the studio annex to the main house. Carefully he cleared the bottom floor before creeping up the stairs. The door to Phets room stood slightly ajar, approaching it quietly he slowly pushed it open with one hand prepared for anything he might find on the other side. Stifling a laugh, he put his gun away and motioned for Hart to come up quietly. Together they peered through the open door, what they found was a room that looked like a storm had wrecked it, clothes, and pillows were scattered across the floor, and chair, one had even made it across the room to the desk. Snuggled in the bed they found Kram and Phet tangled in each other under a star patterned comforter.

Hart and Love exchanged glances smirking before backing out of the doorway.

"Oh, I'm going to give him so much shit when he wakes up!" Whispered Love.

Hart shot him a knowing look. "I'm going to tease Phet about being a slut the rest of his existence!" Before either of them could say more they were both hit squarely in the back of the head with a pillow.

 Spinning back toward the bedroom they found Kram ready to throw another one.

 "You absolute asshole!" He said letting the pillow fly. Phet sat next to him looking stunned. "I didn't know you were a voyeur!"

 "Voyeur!" Love lobbed the pillow back. "I thought something happened to you! We woke up, you weren't awake, no smell of coffee coming from the kitchen, no sign of you in the house! We just came to make sure everything was okay!" Love blocked an incoming pillow from hitting Hart.

 "Well now you know we are safe, get out! You're not allowed to see Phet this sexy!" In one swift motion Kram grabbed the blanket and pulled it over Phets head as though he was bundling him into a sack. Love doubled over laughing.

 "You complete lunatic! We were leaving when you threw the pillow!" Love jumped pulling his hand away from the door frame just as Kram used his gravity magic to slam it shut in their faces. Kram and Phet could hear their laughter as the retreated down the stairs and back to the main house.

 Kram ducked his head under the blanket where he had stuffed Phet moments before.

 "Good morning" he said cheerfully, kissing Phet on the forehead then threw back the blankets. "Ready for that shower now?" he asked.

 Phet looked down; they were both still naked from the night before. Running his hands through his hair he smiled brightly and Kram couldn't help but to lean over and sniff kiss both dimples. His eyes were such a warm shade of brown up close.

 "Are you still going to carry me?" Phet mumbled the question shyly under his breath.

 Kram stood then with one smooth motion he hoisted Phet up princess style in his arms. "I would never go back on my word to a prince like you." Kram winked and strode toward the bathroom.

 Phet put his arms around Krams neck but didn't meet his eyes. Even though there was only about 3 or 4 cm difference between them Phet's thin frame seemed small in Kram's arms. As they walked, he swung his legs like this high perch in Kram's arms was exactly where he belonged.

 As they came into the main house after their shower they were met with the glorious smell of food and coffee from the kitchen. Hart was the head chef and Love the dutiful assistant. Eggs, toast, sausages, cut up fruit, and pork and rice congee were all in the process of being made or laid out on plates. Love oversaw the eggs while Hart was chopping and plating fruit, he cast a glamour on, frosting everything in his magic. The strawberries looked like they had been dipped in the thinnest layer of ice, and the mango slices sparkled like Christmas baubles.

Phet and Kram were put in charge of carrying the food and dishes to the living room, in the end all that was left was for each person to collect a cup and find a seat. The food was spread out on a large coffee table. Hart had a dining room table, but they rarely used it. They preferred the comfort of couches where you could tuck your feet up or spread out on the floor around the table. Kram and Love sat on the couch and Hart sat in the armchair. Phet sprawled on the floor passing out dishing and lounging like a prince on cushions.

They all munched happily passing dishes around, Kram sipped his coffee tentatively, bad coffee was a sin, and he was always wary of trying new people's brew.

"Hey, Hart, your coffee is pretty good!" He said, taking a gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing happily.

"Of course, it is! I made it! not that some people appreciate my talents." He gave Phet a glare.

"Hey! That's not fair, I've tried it; I just don't like coffee!" Phet shot back.

"How can you not like coffee!" Kram asked incredulously as though the possibility had never crossed his mind.

"You drank his coffee." Hart pouted, turning his death glare on Kram.

"Well, it would have been rude not too, and who knew someone could make coffee even I like." Phet blushed.

You could almost see Kram's tail wagging as he smiled from ear to ear.

 "Yeah, I'm sure it was just his coffee you liked," Hart said sarcastically under his breath. Before Phet could react, Love changed the topic.

"Hart, I've been meaning to ask what is your magic exactly? He said as he picked up an iced Strawberry and popped it in his mouth.

"I can cast glamours not just on things like fruit to make it pretty, I can also cast them on people, or create illusions, like when someone sees a mirage.

"Show us!" said Love and Kram together.

Hart and Phet exchanged glances, chuckling.