Safe? (Lyric/Jory)

[Trent Frey]

Lyric had never been to the Room of Requirement with Jory. He'd been here with Quinn a few times and that Jamie guy once, and he had a flash of memory of being a dragon here, but he'd swear he hadn't been alone. Either way, they were here together now.

There were places at the festival they could have gone. There was some healing field or something, but in his hazy mind there had really only been here. This was a place that felt safe and free.

[Jory Addison]

Jory wasn't thinking about either of the times he had been in the Room of Requirement anymore than he was paying attention to what the room looked like. Once the door closed, he turned to Lyric, smiling as he reached up to slide his arms around Lyric's neck. It was so nice to be able to do that, and if Lyric's thin form gave him a jerk of reality and memories of Jamie's broad shoulders, he didn't show it.

[Trent Frey]

Jory was obviously no Mano, but Lyric had wanted him long enough that it didn't matter. He had more experience now, from whatever sources, so it was still good. It satisfied whatever near obsession he had to please Jory.

[Jory Addison]

Jory was distant enough from his time spent with Eros to feel no need to compare, had he wanted to do that anyway. He stretched, smiling, before he even opened his eyes to look at Lyric, arms slipping around his neck again to spread his fingers through hair he had dreamed about touching. It was so spur of the moment, but it felt so good.