He smiled leaning his head into the touch and closing his eyes.  Fae sighed just enjoying the moment even as it was quiet and peaceful.  He wondered what she might be thinking at the moment.

Fae looked down at himself and grumbled, “Well this isn’t right.”  He couldn’t help but notice that now in the wrong body he didn’t have his accent anymore.

Fae growled as he blinked his eyes opened and stared down between his legs and almost hummed as his hips bucked a little, “Kitten yer teasin’.”

Fae smiled at her before answering, “Eventful.”

Fae glances over at her hearing the curse before he cackles and replies, “All ye ‘ad ta do was ask Luv.”

Fae blinked and growled as the scent of her heat hit him full force making it impossible for him to know what she was begging him even as he could some what hear the question.  Grabbing her, he backed her against the wall and lifted her off the ground the press his body against the length of hers.

His brow quirked as a small smile pulled at his lips, “Yer in my bed Kitten.”  Fae crossed over to her and plopped down on the bed next to her, “So were ye waitin’ fer t’e Bat o’ me.”

Faelen’s eyes blazed red as he snarled at her, “Oh really and I suppose yer t’e one t’at knows t’e bastard t’e best is t’at right?”  He was vaguely aware that she had him pressed tightly to the wall but he was too pissed off knowing that the old Mad Dog was going to rack up a body count because the bloody feds thought he needed their protection.