“And another crisis successfully averted thanks to Batman and Catman.”
Jared snorted. “Isn’t that supposed to be Catwoman?”
“You live your fantasy, I’ll live mine.” Daniel grinned.
“My fantasy involves Catman in some very interesting positions while I…” Jared didn’t get to finish that sentence as Daniel’s mouth covered his in a hot, demanding kiss. Much later the two Supes were replete and finally sleeping the sleep of the well sated.
It was close to noon when Daniel finally woke to the tantalizing smells of breakfast in the making. Jared might not eat but he loved to cook, which was fine with Daniel. Putting together more than a sandwich was not something Daniel did well.
“So how’s my sexy vamp this morning?” Daniel inquired as he strolled into the kitchen a few minutes later.
“Dressed, which is more than I can say for you,” Jared replied with a chuckle.
“I figured why dress when I’d be undressing as soon as breakfast was over.”
“Not today jag. We have another job.”
Daniel sighed. “Of course we do. What now?”
“It seems our friendly local shaman has sensed the presence of a nahual in the city.”
“Nothing more, only sensed it?” Daniel asked as he speared a couple of sausages off the platter.
“Sit and eat like a proper gentleman,” Jared grumbled. “I’ll fill you in afterward, when you’re dressed.”
“Spoilsport.” Daniel rolled his eyes but sat as ordered and dug into his meal with relish. When he’d finished and washed up the dishes, he stopped long enough to give Jared a decent good-morning kiss, muttering mild imprecations at his partner when the man refused to be drawn into anything more. “Okay, you win this time,” Daniel said in mock petulance as he went to get dressed.