How to Earn the Love of thy Lady {Minerva}

[cal]

"Aha! Thou black fiend! Thy art all that sounds betwixt me an' my faire lady!" Cal waved a sharpened stick in the general direction of a rather confused looking dragon. In actuality, Minerva's adopted friend had been rendered homeless by a horrible accident, and happened to be a juvenile. And probably a little retarded, if Cal had to guess.

"Psst," Cal put up one hand to the side of his mouth and leaned in conspiratorially, "this is the part where you roar."

The dragon nodded, then tried its best to roar. The noise came out higher pitched then a full dragon's roar, and sounded entirely too cute to be anywhere near dangerous.

"That was sad."
The dragon pouted.
"But you're growing, so it'll do for now."

Cal cleared his throat, waving his stick and poking the dragon's snout with it. "Release my faire maiden from her oddly cottage shaped prisoner, though dastardly fiend! So that I might capture her an' ride off into the sunset."

The dragon licked Cal's stick.

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva sighed listening. He was corrupting her pet. Her lovely pet. "Cal!" She called narrowing her eyes and crossed her arms, walking up behind him. "What are you doing" She asked looking to him. "Don't be ridiculous, stop being mean to him, and stop scaring him" She cooed and pushed past him, grabbing the stick and breaking it before throwing the two pieces and going towards her baby.

Walking up to the scaly beast, she stroked his side and looked up to him. "Is Cal being mean to you again" She asked caressing the dragon with her hand as she cooed over it and talked to it softly. "Don't be mean to him Cal..." Minerva snapped as she stroked the dragon for a few more minutes in silence. The dragon was happy now, that it's 'mama' was protecting it, and giving it attention. It loved attention, especially Minerva's, that is what Minerva had come to learn about her baby. She was very attached to it as well. Though Cal may not be, she was, she adored the thing.

She felt a snout on her neck, a rather large one and she smiled slightly. "I know you love me too" She murmured as she backed up. "Are you hungry...hmm?" She asked ignoring Cal altogether. "I bet you are..." She murmured. She was honestly, she didn't like Cal going near him. He would just corrupt him...teach him to be bad, and the playing Cal did was certainly not safe, at least for her dragon.

"Cal...go get him something...and bring me something as well...preferably Celery..." She murmured waving a hand and smiling at the scaly beast.

[cal]

Something about the whole display struck Cal as highly suspicious. Perhaps the dragon was decidedly less mentally challenged than Cal at first surmised. It certainly looked to be enjoying the attention its "mother" lavished on it. wait, not "it," but "he." Because apparently Mienerva had taken the time to discover that interesting little tidbit of information.

"It was a matter of co-conspiracy, I assure you," Cal protested. He crossed his arms over his chest and shot the dragon a filthy look. Of course, the dragon simply nudged his momma again.

"You could have at least thrown the stick," Cal suggested. He sauntered past female and pet, shooting one last contemptuous glance at the dragon. At least the creature could have shared the love.

The Fae walked on into the cottage as if he owned it. Well, technically he had some claim to ownership. After all, he shared a bed and a name with Minerva, and had helped with the addition that sometimes housed Maelee. Soon the house would be sprawling with children, which should bother Cal more than it did.

He was just happy to have someone to temporarily ground him.

It didn't take him long to find the fridge, and he was soon returning with a rather large slab of meat, a stalk of celery, and a jar of peanut butter. A normal person would probably have tried to carry all this in their arms.

Cal juggled the mess.

"Who wanted what again?"

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva smiled at the dragon. "I'm not going to throw the stick Cal. I'm not that immature." She muttered and curled into the creature petting it lovingly. "Awww...yes. Your so cute..." She murmured as she pet the dragon. "Yes you are...we love you" She cooed once more as she looked up to it as it nudged her again. This made her look up. "Cal stop being mean to him. That includes those looks you think I keep missing" She murmured as she rubbed her head against the beast.

"He doesn't hate you...he loves you too I promise" She smiled at him.

The dragon shot a look to Cal as well and returned to being lavished in attention.

"Do you want to play hmm?" Minerva asked smiling, "You want to get the sticks huh?" She asked throwing them as hard as she could in the opposite direction but the beast didn't move. "Well at least we got rid of the stick didn't we..." Minerva pointed out nodding.

At Cal's return, Minerva rolled her eyes. "Honestly Cal...give me my celery, and...-" She stopped "I didn't...er...want the peanut butter this time..." She said looking at it and turning away. "I'm sick of peanut butter..." She replied shaking her head and making a face. Turning away from the horrid substance, she looked to her pet. "I bet your hungry..." She murmured smiling at him "Cal...put it in his spot...and I'm sure he'll eat it in a bit" Minerva nodded yawning somewhat tired.

[cal]

Yes, the dragon certainly was spoiled. Cal almost felt jealous for the poor thing, but being the center of Minerva's attention held almost as many disadvantages as advantages, and Cal would take it or leave it. Besides, it was rather foolish to be upset at a creature that still couldn't talk.

"Sure thing, bunny-honey," Cal offered, flipping the celery over to Minerva. He continued juggling the peanut butter and meat as he headed over to the dragon's "spot." Cal purposefully walked by the dragon as he did so, and as he'd expected, the dragon snapped the piece of meat out of the air as Cal passed by. Which left him tossing a jar of peanut butter up and down in the air.

Still tossing it, Cal turned to give Minerva a silly grin. "You know, you eat a lot of celery. Definitely must be some rabbit in you somewhere. Explains a lot."

He chuckled to himself, and caught the peanut butter, working at unscrewing the lid. The peanut butter proved to be smarter than the Fae though.

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva glanced over at him. He was not something she felt the need to bother with at the moment. "Baby..." She gave the big beast a look. "Be nice to him..." She gave him a knowing look. "Don't try to hurt him...not with me around..." She scolded slightly and smiled. "Have fun with your dinner..." She cooed a bit more, and stroked him caressing his skin with her nails before going over to Cal and listening to him and just shaking her head.

"Cal...what are you trying to say by that?" She asked putting her hands on her hips well her left on her hips as she stopped and turned to look at him. Her other hand was currently holding the celery, occasionally lifting it to her mouth to take a bite.

"Because if your going for the whole, your eating for two, that's why you eat such strange things angle, then your wrong. Again. Cal...when will you let it go? Every healer...I'm sure in the kingdom that you have sicked on me, every little test you've shoved at me, it's NOT going to happen" She assured him and shook her head. "So let it go" She snapped rolling her eyes and taking a dignified bite.

"And don't call me bunny-honey" She snapped sighing. "I'm tired...really Cal...all of this, everything you put me through...you wear me out somehow.." She muttered and stretched, raising her arms over her head. She brought them down again and looked to him. "Are we going to go through those papers we have kept putting off..." She asked putting on a more tired, friendly side.

[cal]

For once, Cal had not been thinking about children or anything of that nature. After all, he'd gotten Minerva to swear loyalty to him, and was quite content to let things lie at that. They had a strange pledge of monogamy, he had her name, and they lived together. Really, they were married in all but the ceremony, and Cal never really saw the point of ceremonies.

"You know, I was actually talking about your strong desire to eat vegetables an' fruit, an' possibly teasin' you about your sex drive," Cal finally gave up on the peanut butter, holding the jar toward the dragon. Said dragon took the jar between his teeth, and simply pried the lid off, which was enough for Cal and the dragon to start sharing it between them.

"I dropped the whole kid thing a while ago," Cal said, waving a hand. He then dipped said hand into the peanut butter, sticking it into his mouth. Of course, he also had to offer some from the dragon, who licked it off Cal's fingers.

"About the time you said 'I'm yours,' while lookin' in my eyes," Cal chuckled. He took another dip of peanut butter, looking up at Minerva with mischief in his eyes. "Anyway, sure, we can go over the papers thing. Are we folding them into cranes or duckies this time?"

[Minerva Corrigan]

At her jump to conclusions, Minerva almost felt embarrassed. Minerva didn't do embarrassed, this was a first for her. "Er...right. Of course, I was just...not being myself. I was out of character" She murmured shaking her head. "False hope" She joked slightly. "And my sex drive is just fine thank you very much." She said turning to him. "That and fruits and vegetables are healthy for you, you know. Cerridwen grows lovely fruits and vegetables." She informed walking over to him now.

Despite her annoyance towards him, she cracked a smile and closed her eyes. "Cal...I said I was yours, but it doesn't mean forever, and some day's I'm yours, and some day's I'm not. It depends on what mood you catch me in" Minerva informed walking slowly with him now.

As the dragon took the peanut butter, Minerva gave Cal a threatening look. "Don't even...give that to him" She warned. "He makes a mess..." She muttered nodding and watched Cal dip his fingers into it. "And that's just not sanitary...honestly." She murmured shaking her head slowly.

"And I say ducks. We did cranes last time..."Minerva pointed out as she walked slowly with him back to the cottage. "Remember? They yelled at me for being irresponsible, and then told me that both of us should be kicked out." She reminded him. "They hate me because I'm female and they think I'll turn out...like the last queen" She refused to say her name. The last queen...she refused to. "Anyways, I like ducks...cute. Or we could attempt and look online and figure out about Dragons...or like at the ridiculous images humans put up on the internet of fae..." Minerva mused clearly bored. "I don't know...we're boring...I don't know what to do." She admitted.

[cal]

"Cerri talks to fruits an' veggies," Cal pointed out. He continued eating the peanut butter, using one hand for himself and the other for the dragon. Of course, this still meant that a good deal of dragon spit was getting into the jar, but that didn't seem to bother Cal in the slightest.

"You know, it's weird. They don't like me because I has the boy parts," Cal gestured in the general direction of said parts, "an' because I'm irresponsible. That does it."

Cal nodded, "We should revolt. Establish a new radical form of government with you at the head. Then we can say all sorts of fun things like 'viva revolution' or 'give me liberty or give me death.'"

Cal dipped his fingers back into the jar, only to find a distinct lack of peanut butter. He glared at the dragon, who was licking his chops in a highly suspicious manner. One that rang of peanut butter eating.

"I hate using the internet, it's so sticky, an' there's all kinds of stupid people lurking in the little corners," Cal insisted. Oddly enough, he was a bit of a techno-phobe, and still was convinced that the internet involved several psionic spiders weaving webs of together in the form of words and pictures. No one said he was savvy in all things.

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva shook her head. "Cal...you are such a confusing person sometimes..." Minerva admitted and looked to him. "Forget...everything. Lets...just go figure something to do." Minerva sighed pretty bored. "I don't know...swing...or...swim, or create snow, ice, frost" She offered shaking her head. "I don't want to work on those papers" She admitted.

Minerva was...turning random. Almost as random as Cal, though when it was time to get serious, Minerva could pull it off, and much quicker then Cal could. That was for damn sure.

"And throw away the peanut butter, he makes a mess, and that's gross, I don't want that in my pantry" She informed him sighing. "and if you can't find anything for us to do, I might as well go nap, I'm far to tired..." She murmured and yawned to make her point. "Really Cal...you just make me tired...everyday, it's wearing on me" She nodded "Trying to keep up with you, it's impossible, I'm to ollddd" She pointed out.

[cal]

To begin with, Cal wanted to point out that chances were that he was older than Minerva. But, for once, he decided to play wise. For now he just tossed the empty jar at the dragon, who snapped up the plastic as if it were a delicious treat.

Walking forward, he placed his hands on Minerva's shoulders, and his fingers began to dig in. They soon began moving about in the age old techniques of massage, that art that had pretty much put Cal in Minerva's good graces. Now his expert hands worked to relieve the tension that he clearly saw in her.

"Gonna have to do those papers sometime," he said through a smile. "But not now. Now all you gotta do is jus' live in the moment."

Cal leaned over, blowing gently on Minerva's neck before massaging her again. The hands fluttered about, kneading her neck, working the tension from Minerva's body.

"I say we feed the papers to the dragon, tell everyone our pet ate it, an' leave it at that. After all, we're royalty, we can do whatever we want."

Cal chuckled, and then lowered his hands to work on Minerva's shoulder blades, elegantly darting around where her wings were/would be.

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva was about to push him away. She didn't want to fall under his spell, not today, not now, but alas, he had gotten to her, beat her, and she just felt her body grow weak, wearker then usual. "Cal..." She murmured. "Stop..." She insisted. "You know...this isn't the time, I have work" She tried pushing away but she just...didn't want him to stop. It was her anti-drug. He was her anti-drug. Cal was so good for her...and yet he just distracted her from work that should be done. "Cal..." She tried again once again, nothing happened. She was officially under his spell, and there was no way of freeing herself.

Finally pulling him inside with her, couch, lay...down. She couldn't figure out...would a soft, warm couch be the best place, or would they skip all the slow, easy stuff and just jump the gun? Personally, Minerva was leaning towards slow...let him seduce her, back rub, but Cal managed to always surprise her and she would...just have to figure out what he wanted.

"Cal...go lower" She murmured, her voice soft, content, happy. How did he always manage to do this to her, there were just some things Cal could do to make her so...drowsy, or happy and mellow, soft, whatever you wanted to call it, she was just so out of it though.

Pulling away finally, Minerva placed herself on the couch, laying on her belly and waiting for him to follow, to get onto her and rub her back, something he was quite good at, something she hadn't gotten in a long time. Every now and again the queen deserved some slack no? A break? In her case a real break...not some silly distraction, and the worst part was, she knew this break wasn't needed. She had work piling up, and it stressed her out...very...very easily.

[cal]

It proved of little difficulty for Cal to continue his ministrations as Minerva led them into the house. In fact, he managed to continue even as she walked to the house, through her protests, and right up until she pulled away.

Then he did something that was a little out character for him. He quickly darted away, grabbing the papers he knew she had to work on. These he slid onto the floor next to Minerva, before hopping onto the couch with her. He straddled her body, leaning in and pressing his hands against the small of her back. His skilled fingers pulled and pushed against her flesh, easing the tension from her body. "Lower" was such a broad statement, and Cal decided to be somewhat mischievous about it. He slid one hand down to gently caress Minerva's thigh, squeezing it gently.

He then leaned over, getting his lips close to her ear.

"You're gonna have to do that paperwork eventually, you know," he reminded her. "Papers don't do themselves, an' I'm here to help an' make it easy. Don't let it work you up, it's only something stupid an' fleeting. But you still gotta do it, 'cause the Queendom needs you too."

He slid both arms up to Minerva's waist now, gently pushing against it. He blew gently into her ear, then nudged against her.

"Besides, I'll still be here when it's done, unless I get vaporized, or your dragon decides to eat me."

He chuckled then, pulling away from Minerva. "Don't make me spank you, young lady."

[Minerva Corrigan]

Minerva was in bliss...until he ran away, only to return moments later, climbing atop her body and plopping himself right down on her back. "Cal..." She groaned. "You realize your heavy right.." She muttered as she stretched and arched her back carefully with him still there. "Cal...thank you. This is...thank you" She just stopped what she was saying and finished at that. A simple thank you. "I'm sure...I'll find something to make it up to you later" She murmured, though she had a faint idea of what, and how.

As he worked his hands, Minerva closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander. The new addition to their house..home, it couldn't really be called a cottage anymore, it was just to big. Their house had grown, and Mae Lee, didn't even live with them, Cael had returned...surprisingly, and everything was just...hadn't gone according to plan. So Cal and herself had this house, sure Cerridwen would stay with them, when her and Eryk would have a fight, or if Mae lee wanted to get away for a few days. Not that Minerva minded the company.

Taking a deep sigh, Minerva looked up to Cal. "Noooo" She complained "I don't want to work on papers..." She murmured shaking her head. "What if your not here..." She tried turning to look up at him.

Slowly she was feeling that she was losing him, to paper work. NO!

This was not going to happen "Cal..." Minerva said slowly turning to look at him. "You know...the reason, I jumped to conclusions so easily today...about you..and you know kids...because deep down Cal, I'm.." She stopped and looked to him innocently. "I'm...you know, I think the house is really quiet...and I think it needs to be filled. We have this house, and we..." She stopped and looked to him turning under him to look up at him. She slid her arms around his waist and smiled slightly. "Well maybe we need to practice...for you know when we're REALLY ready...for that stage" She said smoothly. Sure it may have been crap, and then deep down somewhere it may have...been true. Who really knew? Well...maybe it wasn't ALL crap but right now...she just wanted to have fun, that and avoid the paperwork she had.

[cal]

The thank yous were appreciated. Especially coming from Minerva, because it sounded so odd from her. Probably because Cal rarely did anything worthy of thanks, now that he thought about it.

Oh well.

"Yes, paperwork, you have to work young lady," Cal admonished, taking a break from his massaging to wave a disapproving finger at his queen. It might have worked better had she not turned to look up at him, and she was all smiles and innocence. Distinctly not Minerva.

Minerva certainly wouldn't bring up children. She'd made that abundantly clear during that particularly intense breaking in the cushions section. Children were a big no-no, a major taboo. Not to be mentioned under pain of castration.

So Cal made the only logical conclusion.

"You are not Minerva," he said. He jerked away, narrowing his eyes. "Minerva hates talking about children. You're talking about children. Ergo you are not Minerva. So...."

Cal thrust a finger into the air, "You must be a clone sent to destroy me! An' now I'm onto your scheme, so you're going to self-destruct."

He paused, holding both hands out, fingers splayed, "Explode..... noooooow!"

He waited a few more seconds, then did it again. "Now!"

Hmm, this wasn't working...