"Well then she's going to learn the Goddess Lilly." Or she hoped. Damn, how the hell would they pull this off? "Maybe mating and then telling her?" she asked hopefully. "No, that would be mean … Crap," she grumbled. "I don't know what to do."
"Don't worry about it for now. We'll ask the professional sneak and see what he can come up with. He's actually really good, but I suppose with as long as he's been alive, he's got plenty of experience." He chuckled. "All right, let's get up to your place and get some of your things."
"Sounds good to me. Let's get up there and we will get my things. Hopefully we will figure it all out," she prayed. "Because I truly do not want to have a large wedding. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind getting married, but the idea of a wedding terrifies me."
"I hear you there." He shook his head. Getting out of the vehicle, they headed for the front door. "And we will figure it out, Lilly. Might not be tonight or any time soon, but we will. We'll sit and talk about it all and see what we can come up with."
"Good. I hope that you are right. I want to be able to get this all figured out before something bad happens. I need to be sure that we all have life figured out," she said with a smile. "And I know with the two of you at my side we will figure it out. Now, enough of me talking in circles, how about we instead talk about something else? Any ideas?"
"Well, tell me all about you," he suggested as they stepped inside. "What makes Lilly tick? What are Lilly's favorite books, movies, and foods, and of course, her most favorite flower in the world? That last one is super important for when Lilly's men, mainly me, fuck up and need to suck up."
"I love science fiction movies and books. As for food … " She had to think about that one and then grinned, "I love, and don't laugh, but I love diner food. I really do. Greasy spoons, mom-and-pop places, I love it. And flowers." Shrugging, she snickered, "I do not like lillies, at all, believe it or not. I truly hate them. I love daffodils, however."
"Daffodils are nice, very bright and cheery." He nodded. Stopping next to her at her door, he leaned against the wall. "I'm not entirely sure about your meaning of the diner food, but as long as you like it, I see nothing wrong with that. Your movies, though, I don't fully understand. I get the concept that they are for entertainment, so many liberties are taken. But some of them are so far-fetched that I just cannot bear to watch them."
"And that is what makes them fun to watch. It gives a person something else to dive into, something that is so far away from the norm. It's good to simply lose yourself sometimes." At least for her, it was. "I don't like the thought of being so uptight all the time. Science fiction lets me unwind."
"You don't seem all that uptight to me," he said, following her into her home. He was looking around, openly checking everything out with a look of curiosity. "But I've only known you a day. So maybe I'll reserve judgment until I've known you a week." He was grinning as he said that.
"Exactly," Lilly said with a grin. "I'm not all that uptight, because of my science fiction," she teased him. "And have we only known each other a day? Feels like longer." Her tone was completely teasing as she spoke. "Feels as if I have known you from the start of time."
"That is the bond we already share, not the full mating bond, but there is one there. Our souls were meant to find one another, we've known one another before. In another place and time we met and connected, thus why we are here now. Or so the races believe." He smiled with a shrug. Clapping his hands, he rubbed his palms together. "All right, what do we need to grab before we get going?"
"I have not the first freaking clue," Lilly said with a laugh. "What all will I need? I know my gun, my spare, my ammo … clothes? Toothbrush?" Funny how her mind turned to weapons before clothing. "Definitely toothbrush," she added with a nod.
"Insulin, needles, and definitely clothing. Nothing of ours will fit you, and you'll look like a child in most of it," he teased, poking her arm lightly. "Just pack a bag of the necessities and a few changes, and we can pick stuff up here as needed. But the insulin, definitely bring it all. If you're not here and something happens to the power, I'd hate to think your supply was ruined. I've heard it's not exactly cheap to purchase."
"Good point," Lilly said with a nod. "And no, it really isn't." Especially since more and more cures for disease were being found. It made having one of the ones left that much harder to deal with. "All right. I think I have it all." She needed a larger than "small" bag, but finally, she had everything packed. "I'm ready."
Reaching out, he took the bag from her and his eyes went wide. "What the hell is in this?" he asked loudly. "Good Gods, woman. This thing weighs a ton," he muttered, heading for the door. "I just don't get what weighs so much. It's just clothes, for the love of the Gods."
Laughing, Lilly said, "It has clothes, shoes, weapons, lots of weapons and ammo, and medication and toiletries. You said to bring everything I needed, and those are all essential things that I must have or I will be cranky-pants McGhee."
"You obviously have never been to Artaxias's place, which, yes, I know you haven't. The point I'm trying to make is, whatever guns and ammo you are bringing are just a drop in the bucket compared to what he already has." He held the door for her and then shut it so she could lock it up. "You're likely going to drop into an orgasmic haze when you see his weapons room."
She grinned, "Really? Oh, I love weapons, I really do. I love being able to create them, being able to learn about them, and so on. So yeah, I will more than likely have a heart attack when I see your weapons, but I look forward to that. I can't wait to see them."
"Not mine, Ax's," he said as they headed for the car. "Some of them are older than he is, so they will likely be ones that you should fawn over. I wouldn't touch any of the blades, though. You can lose a hand merely breathing wrong around some of them. But have him show you his babies. You'll have a blast hearing the stories behind them."
"Okay, I am totally going to ask. What are his babies? And would he show them to me? I know that I would have a hard time letting some people touch some of the weapons that I think of as my babies, so I understand the possessive feelings."
"His babies are a set of blades. They are either as old as he is or slightly younger. I really can't recall, but you'll get the details. They are of amazing craftsmanship, even I can admit that. Which, from a guy that prefers finding ways to blow up a mile of space with something the size of a paper clip, should say something. I know how to use blades, I'm even halfway decent, but it's not my thing. If I can shoot the SOB, I'm damn well doing it. To hell with a whole dance-of-death thing with blades whipping around." Gavriel opened the trunk of the car and put her bag in. "But ask him when we give you the tour of the house. Just be prepared to ooh and aah in all the right places, he does expect that."
Lilly snickered and said, "I'm sure that I will likely drool. Yes, I prefer guns and explosives, too, but there is just something so amazing about a blade. The workmanship, the skill that it takes to use one, it's truly remarkable, to be honest."
"He's got some seriously impressive blades. He has this one that is so thin it can't be seen until you look for the damage it's caused. It's incredibly delicate and you have to be a blade master of something or other to the nth degree when the planets align to use it. But it's very, very cool." He walked to the side and opened her door. "Shall we go, so you can play with his toys?"
"Right, so that's one that I for sure want to stay away from," she said with a grin. "Because, knowing me, I would totally slice my hand up and not know it until it fell off or something like that." However, she would for sure give it lots of oohs and ahhs and all that fun stuff.
Chuckling, he shut the passenger door before moving around and climbing behind the wheel. "Do you need me to stop somewhere to pick anything up? Anything Ax may not have in the house? Which may be a lot, given it's been me and Ax living there. But on the bright side, we have a lot of toilet paper."
"Nope. I'm good." She snorted at that pronouncement and then began to snicker. "Do I want to know why you have a lot of toilet paper? And do you have food? Food is very important to me. Very. I love food. Food is awesome."