I looked down at the one on the floor and started to snap his neck with my foot.“HOLD!”I shifted and turned to see a dozen more sidhe at the door....I looked down at the one at my feet before letting him go, “If I see you again you are dead.”I turned to face all the sidhe, “This is my place. You will not touch those here.”The sidhe that had spoken stepped forward, “We are not used to a lowly tavern keeper telling us what to do, not even one who is of our people.”I looked at him carefully, “I am a. He was flat on his back, unmoved, but I had slipped off him at some point and now lay facing his right side. I cuddled up against him, pressing my bare flesh to his, pillowing my head on my left arm as it stretched above me but keeping my eyes open, so that I could watch him sleep. Our love juices had dried on my legs and the feeling of the slight tightness there was a delicious reminder of how terribly naughty we’d been. My cunt ached too, deeply, but not agonizingly, just a beautiful deep. Of course, this is not true, but it is what I was raised to believe, along with other ideas like I had to get married before having sex at all and that I definitely had to get married before having a child. Can you imagine my shock then when I woke up one morning to realize that I was a part of the statistic that said that women over 35 who weren’t married were going to have a hell of a time changing that? I had some serious thinking to do. Do I grow up on my own, or do I chance it and continue. At least she assumed he was a tall priest — he had the dog collar, the black shirt and trousers ... but the shirt was lacking sleeves, showing off a well muscled set of arms and a beautiful set of shoulders and chest to go with it. His piercing green eyes seemed to look right into her and his mouth was just begging to be kissed. Damn but he looked fine.She blinked away the thought. He was a priest! What was the matter with her?"Sorry I startled you," he smiled at her. She melted under the force.