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Story: Too Sexy for My Hooves
She seemed so surprised that I snorted a bit. “Every time you go for a walk, you ride him into the forest, giggling at everything he says. His smile is so broad that I’m sure his face hurts for the rest of the day. I don’t know who came between you two, but I’m ready to kick their ass. A sexy man who makes you laugh is a keeper in my book.”
Peace smiled at my comments, but she didn’t reply. However, she fairly skipped beside me as we walked out of the house.
Robin kept his eyes on Peace while he drank the tea I made for him. The face he made spoke volumes about the nastiness of it, but magical cures were never tasty.
“Why don’t you and Robin do a lap or two until the cure gets digested?”
Robin made another face and handed his now-empty cup to a giggling Peace. I watched as they started their lap around the yard. There was no sign of Lord Alfred. Robin reported that he was resting with a headache after a mostly sleepless night. I would have to check in on him later.
In the meantime, I slipped the wand from my pocket. Hey, Jezel. Can you hear my thoughts?
Louder than I want to, she replied.
I ducked my head to hide my smile. How long should I wait before trying to transform him?
Given that he’s a fairy, his body likely absorbed your magic the moment his lips touched the cup. Their bodies instantly consume power when it’s available, which is why they require so little food.
My eyebrow lifted. “Fascinating,” I said aloud, forgetting to merely think the thoughts. I clamped my lips together. Thanks.
You’re welcome. Be gracious if it fails. The fairy spy could have misled you.
My instincts don’t think so, but logically, you could be right.
There is only one way to know for sure.
I nodded reflexively and lifted my head. The prince and Peace were on the other side of the yard, walking through the lavender beds that Farley had coaxed back to life. I whistled and waved. Robin reached out a hand to Peace to swing her up onto his back. Her joyful laughter rang out as Robin jumped over the flower beds and galloped back toward me. It was a beautiful moment that I hated to interrupt with an experiment that might not even work.
“It’s time to try,” I told them.
Peace slid off the prince’s back and skipped to my side. Most of the fairies I’d encountered in life were sultry, like a glass of fine wine. Peace was bubbly like champagne, her effervescence bursting forth in giggles, flirtation, and constant, cheerful chatter. If I had lived as long as she had, I’d be a crotchety complainer. Jezel had lived that long—in some form or another—and her nature was as salty as any sailor’s.
Prince Robin took a couple of steps toward me.
I smiled to reassure him. “Bow your head, your highness.”
I chanted under my breath and touched the wand to his forehead. Magic surged from the wand into him. Robin drew in a breath and shrank back to his normal size, except for his clothes, which were completely missing. He looked down at himself and laughed.
I covered my mouth so I wouldn’t do the same.
Beside me, Peace gasped and ran to throw herself into his arms to shield him from my view. He caught her and laughed about that too. I had expected him to be embarrassed and her to be the one laughing. They must have expected the same because they stared at each other in genuine surprise.
I let them do that for a bit, grinning the whole time. Eventually, I decided that allowing a guest to run around naked might be a bad precedent. I discreetly looked off and pointed my wand at the prince. When I dared looked back, the prince looked like he’d stepped out of a Disney movie. I could see what Peace meant about his handsomeness. He was more rugged in his human form. The clothes did nothing to disrupt his manliness.
Peace gasped again and stepped back to admire him. “You are yourself again.”
“I am,” he said.
And then he kissed her. I sighed as he swept her close and held on. Their kiss spun out while Peace kissed him back.
I turned away to head to the kitchen. Lunch was waiting to be served. Thanks, Jezel.
I could swear I heard a ghostly sigh. They were meant, weren’t they? That kind of kiss is the kind every woman dreams of.
I nodded and shoved the wand into my back pocket. Farley kissed me like that the first day I met him. Didn’t your seaman kiss you that way?
No, my lover’s kisses made me want to spend my nights with him, but I never cared where he was during the day. Do you miss your bear when he’s not here?
Out the kitchen window, Robin and Peace held hands as they went to sit at the table I’d prepared under a beautiful oak. I thought about Jezel’s question as I loaded their picnic lunch on a tray. I had made a separate tray loaded with delicious soup, fresh bread, and another variety of iron pot brewed tea for Gertruda the Barracuda. She might continue to feel bad, but I would never starve her. The tray for Lord Alfred consisted of carrots, lettuce, and a few strawberries.
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