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[ Someone's chilling in boxers in a steaming hot spring he'd obviously made for himself. Problem is, everything around him is covered in an ungodly amount of snow. ]

You never actually miss the sight of hot babes in short skirts and plunging necklines until your spire gets dumped in a place so cold Satan would probably freeze his butthairs off. On the bright side, I think I might've spotted a yeti. Or that might've been someone's mother-in-law, who knows?

[ Still, Johnny looks largely unaffected by the mildly unfriendly climate. He's fishing an egg out of the hot spring, cracking it on the ice. It's hard-boiled. ]

So, anyway, Gailleann's basically stuck in Everwinter. When life gives you snowballs, make an awesome sport out of it, right? [ He bites into the egg, chews carefully, then swallows and adds: ] If you're sick of the tropical, muggy weather and want to come by, the Spire's open to you. The fires are always burning in Gaillean. Just don't try to kill anyone, and we're good.

More importantly: there's a new skating rink that my guys just worked overtime to make, and a bunch of awesome slopes I spent days creating; go nuts on it and tell me what you think! I'm always a fan of continuous improvement.

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[And he is. If that's not already obvious then Jack will make it obvious, grinning wickedly before finishing off the egg. He reaches up to grip Johnny's wrist, and then slides his tongue along his fingers with darkened eyes, deliberately suggestive.]

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[ Oh.

Oh. Well, that was unexpected. Johnny looks mildly surprised before he laughs softly, tingling with pleasure at that warm tongue. ] Babe, here?

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Why not? This is Baron Storm's land, to do with it as he sees fit.

[Even if it's Jack's idea, Jack who's growling the words against Johnny's mouth.]

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[ It doesn't take long for Johnny to notice that Jack's in one of his predatory moods -- it's hot, and sometimes maybe the Baron likes it when his lover chases him down, too. He smiles and pulls away just a little, enough to set up the hunt. ]

What about Baron Storm's right hand man? Is he going to do as he sees fit in this land, too?

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[Jack tilts his head at him, eyes narrowing when Johnny pulls away. Oh, he will hunt. He will chase and bring him down before making a meal of him.]

The right hand goes where it wants.

[His right hand certainly is as it slips beneath the water.]

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Oh - !

[ Johnny jerks, startled but pleased. He notes the nice firm grip you have on Junior, baby. But he leans in, enjoying the predatory look in his lover's eyes. Lightly bumping noses and denying him a kiss, he hums. ]

So where does the right hand think it wants to go right now?

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Everywhere.

[He mouths the word dramatically.]

This land might be the baron's, but the baron is mine.

[Jack grins again, giving him a little squeeze, enough to make Johnny part his lips before he goes for the kiss.]

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God, the baron loves when you get aggressive. No territory marking?

[ Johnny laughs and lets himself be kissed, happily teasing him right back. Talking about himself in the third person is Cool. As cool as that naughty little squeeze. ]

Mmm. This is like the Pool of Souls all over again. [ A year. It's almost been a year. Johnny runs his fingers through Jack's hair, drawing him closer. ]