By Auden & Cindy Disclaimer: This is a non -profit, amateur spec and is not intended to infringe upon the copyright of Anne Rice or her publisher.
Warning: This spec contains sexual situations between adults of the same sex.
Cindy: Ooooh! I think I need a life! (grin)
Auden: I think Lestat needs to let Louis get a life.
Cindy: Let him out of bed, you mean? He'd just read a book. (grin)
Auden: So it's not worth it is it? Reading a book when you could be making love with Lestat! Haul him back to the bed, eh?
Cindy: LOL!! As far as Lestat would be concerned, yes! (grin)
Lestat: Louis, put that book down! Now, Louis! (pouting) I'm bored and I want you back in this bed right now! Otherwise I'm coming to get you!
Louis: (waving hand in direction of Lestat) In a minute Lestat. Let me finish this one chapter...
Lestat: (sitting up in bed and pouting) Louis! What are you reading anyway? What's more interesting than me?
Louis: Walt Whitman, Lestat. I've only got 3 more volumes to go. Be patient!
Lestat: Three more volumes! Louis, I'm *hurting* here! How can you prefer to read that, that... *junk* when you could be in bed with me? What's wrong with you?
Louis glances back at Lestat and then turns back to his book, pretending to read, trying to hide a smile.
"It's not junk, Lestat. Leaves of Grass is his most famous work - and you know how I am about wanting to finish what I start."
Unable to stand it any longer, Lestat struggles out of the tangled bedclothes and crosses to the chair where Louis is sitting. Seating himself on the arm he leans over to purr seductively.
"What about what you've started here, Louis? Come back to bed, beautiful one.... I'll make it worth your while....."
Louis gives him a playful sideways glance.
"Better than poetry, Lestat?"
"Much better than poetry." Lestat says huskily leaning closer and dangerously unbalancing himself. "Listen Louis, I can give you poetry if you want it: 'Had we but world enough and time, this coyness, lover, were no crime....'."
Louis laughs and gives Lestat a shove, unbalancing him. "But we *do* have world enough and time! C'mon Lestat. Convince me."
Louis's shove leaving Lestat sprawled over his lover's lap, he decides not to complain. "So, Louis, you want to be *persuaded* do you?' (Begins to nibble on Louis' ear.)