[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Apartments

[fighting_mad]

There isn't much to move from the temporary quarters the royal couple had been sharing. Just a few boxes, a few bags. It only took Rial and Plourr two trips. The servants could have easily done it, but Plourr doesn't mind the work; it's only a few hours that she's been out of the infirmary, and she relishes in being able to do things for herself again.

She glances around to be sure that Rial isn't in the room--the warm, comfortable sitting room, decorated simply in creams and golds and yellows--and she eases herself down onto a box to catch her breath. He worries so when really, she's fine. Settling the sling more comfortably around her neck--a few more weeks, she reminds herself, only a few more weeks--her eyes fall on a box beside her foot. She leans forward and tugs it toward her, pulling open the flap.

Her smile flutters, quick and startled, as she sees what is inside; she carefully pulls out something lumpy and wrapped in linen and an old tunic (for purposes of camoflauge), and she peels back a corner of fabric and peers inside. Whatever she sees satisfies her, and she sets the small package on her knees.

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[eiattu_pride]

Rial stops what he's doing to stick his tongue out at her, then continues on his assault of the bottle.

A minute later, he draws his hand out, grinning triumphantly, something small held between his index finger and thumb. "There!"

[fighting_mad]

"Did you really think you needed to hide it that thoroughly? What was I going to do, go searching?" she asks, but her eyes are, it should be said, trained on the small object covered in shaving cream.

[eiattu_pride]

"You might have," he retorts, and uses the edge of his tunic to clean the object off.

Something gleams gold.

"It's not wrapped," he says awkwardly, handing it over "but I guess - yeah."

[fighting_mad]

She holds out her hand, palm up, and the thing falls into it.

"I don't mi--"

It's a ring.

It's a simple, smooth, gold ring, and her breath stutters once. Rings may not be an Eiatti wedding tradition, but Plourr has spent most of her life off-world.

She looks up at him quickly, then back at the ring in her hand, and that's when she notices the engraving on the inside of the band.

'Yours.'

A quiet, choked breath of laughter escapes her and she stares at the ring a moment longer before shaking herself and holding it out to Rial. "Oh, Rial, would you...?"

[eiattu_pride]

"I'd be glad too, my princess." He takes it back, fumbling slightly with shaving-cream-covered fingers, and takes her hand with his free one. He hesitates, just for a momeny, and glances up. "I love you, you know."

[fighting_mad]

She turns her hand, pressing her palm against his, and she holds his gaze warmly. "I know."

[eiattu_pride]

"Good." He takes her hand, slides the ring delicately onto her finger. "Always remember it."

[fighting_mad]

It fits. It fits pretty close to perfect, and Plourr turns it with her thumb in a little bit of awe, studying the way that it looks on her hand.

She glances up, smile crooked. "I'm not sure I want to know how you got this sized so perfectly."

[eiattu_pride]

"I guessed," he says simply. "Looks like I guessed right."

It looks good, he thinks, gleaming on her finger. Simple and elegant. Perfect.

[fighting_mad]

"Hell of a guess," she says, but her smile is soft. "Thank you. It's..." But she doesn't have the words, doesn't know how to articulate it. She leans forward, fits her mouth against his, murmurs, "Thank you," and she kisses him, slow and lingering, strong hand rising to cup his jaw.

[eiattu_pride]

He manages to say "You're welcome," and then she's kissing him and Rial really isn't complaining at all, one hand coming up to slide around her neck and tangle in her hair.

[fighting_mad]

She slides to the edge of her box-slash-seat and she relinquishes his lips only to smoothly kiss him again, press kisses to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, the point of his jaw just below his ear.

Plourr really wishes she had the use of both of her hands right about now.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial half-smiles, and pulls away only to stand. "What say we make use of a bed that's actually big enough for the two of us?"

[fighting_mad]

She rises, color high in her face. She drapes an arm around his waist and rests her forehead against his. "I hope," she says, grinning, "you're propositioning me."

[eiattu_pride]

He kisses her, long and sweet, breaks it only to grin at her. "And if I was?"

[fighting_mad]

"Then I would remind you--" She kisses him again, intending it to be short, but she winds up utterly distracted by it, pressing closer against him (but remaining aware of her right arm and its position between them). It's been a year. Less time than that that they've actually been together, but she's still surprised, sometimes, by how well they fit together.

"That we made a plan. I don't know about you, but I think it's extremely important to follow through on what I say I'll do."

Beat and her smile curves slowly, brown eyes on him.

"Or who I say I'll do."

[eiattu_pride]

Oh, well then and there's the low rumble of a chuckle from Rial. "Well." Another long kiss. "I'm not busy right about now. What say we carry though with the plan?"

[fighting_mad]

"As long as--" She brushes her lips against his. "You think you can work your magic--" She was intending to get through the sentence, she really was, but his mouth is right there and she really can't be blamed, she thinks.





She pulls away, breathing hard with a flushed face, her fingers fluttering just a little as they smooth back his hair, and her private smile flashes suddenly. "Despite my arm."

[eiattu_pride]

"I think I can," he says, and tugs lightly on a handful of her hair. "Now shush," and then he's kissing her again and really -

- well, really, that's all that matters.

[fighting_mad]

It is.

And he can.

And Rial discovers that Plourr wasn't kidding when she said she wanted to stay in bed for as long as possible.