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Ram opened the email program on his laptop. He had already thought about what he was going to say in the emails. More or less, both were the same. Siva's however, would be less formal and appologetic.
He typed them up quickly. He sent Salene's email first, then Siva's. He doubted they'd be thrilled to hear from him this soon. All this did was make

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Java gave her husband a small smile as he finished his work and turned back to her. She sat her juice glass back down on the end table with a muted clink, and looked back just in time to watch Ram undo the zippers of his sleeves, pushing them up to reveal the lean muscles of his forearms. Java arched a brow very slightly as the zipper at Ram's throat followed suit, and her gaze lingered just a moment on his exposed neck, smooth and strong, before returning to his face. She rose from the bed as he spoke, a wicked idea beginning to form in her mind, and slipped around behind him. "I'm sorry I concerned you, my love," Java purred, bringing her right hand smoothly up his chest to his neck, her thumb slipping between the loosened fabric of his collar and the warm skin of his throat. She bit her lip very slightly through a devious smile, running the side of her thumb up along the muscles in his neck, then slowly back down, applying just enough pressure to begin to loosen the tension she always found there. "It's not good for you to be

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Ram bit his lip. Feeling Java's soft hands on his skin gave him chills. This was a new experience for him. He had never let Java's bareskin touch his before today. Before, he always required her to wear gloves or massage him over his uniform

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"I'm sorry, Lord Ram," Java offered, her tone light as she thought through what had happened. He'd pulled away, which she had expected, but Java was surprised to see Ram maintaining contact with her skin, even holding her hand affectionately against his cheek. Interesting... He felt so warm against her, she realized, so alive, that it was almost difficult to believe that he was still the cold, distant man she had married. He had been the untouchable Master, the man who had orchestrated things that only Java herself could find moral, but Ram suddenly seemed wonderfully human to her, and as his eyes locked on hers, Java saw none of the hatred that they had once held. The logic behind her little idea began to give way to a more powerful motivation as she felt her pulse start to quicken, and Java sat down on her husband's lap as easily as if she'd done it all her life. "It won't happen again," she promised in a low purr, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and bringing one hand up into his hair. Java held his gaze for a moment

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Ram put his arms around Java's waist as she sat down on his lap. "No," he answered softly, "It's alright, it just surprised me a bit. I kind of forgot what being tickled felt like." He blushed slightly.
It still bothered him a little when she called him "Lord Ram." Lord of what, exactly? he thought bitterly. He had become Nero and destroyed his empire with his own aggroance. It was completely his fault. He could have gained the trust of the public by giving them more of the esstentials, but instead he chose to cater to his own needs and left the virts up to their own devices