[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Chambers

[fighting_mad]

Flopped facefirst into the pillows, blankets hauled up nearly over her head, Plourr hasn't moved in a while. These days, this means that she is asleep.

Tonight, however, that is not the case.

She has been silent and still for some time when she cracks an eyelid and sees that the light is still on. She hits out in Rial's general direction. "Rial," she mumbles into the pillow. "Give it a rest. Go to bed."

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[eiattu_pride]

He thought she was asleep, so there's a pause while he gets his mind out of the Charter of Rights and Freedoms.

"In a minute, Plourr. Go back to sleep."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr turns her head to one side. "I wasn't asleep." One brown eye peers at him. "What can possibly be so important that you can't handle it in the morning?"

[eiattu_pride]

"Nothing, really, just something I wanted to finish." He eyes her thoughtfully. "If you weren't asleep, what were you doing?"

[fighting_mad]

She pushes herself up on her elbows, resting her chin in her hands. "Communing with the pillow," she deadpans.

[eiattu_pride]

He rolls his eyes.

"Really."

[fighting_mad]

"Yep." She kicks a foot up under the blankets and lets it remain up. She glances at him and tells him seriously, "We're going to run away together."

[eiattu_pride]

Solemnly, "May you be happy together. What shall I tell your parents?"

...oh, right. "Speaking of telling parents..."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr's foot drops.

Amusement dampened, she glances down.

She's thought about it more than once. What her parents would say. Her father, she thinks, would shake Rial's hand rather harder than necessary, and her mother -- well, she'd be delighted. Spoil her grandchild rotten, probably, just like everyone else she has told has been promising to.

Plourr doesn't dwell on her family's deaths often. She'd go nuts if she did, and she has spent more of her life without them than with them. But that doesn't stop her from wishing they were around. Especially now.

They aren't here. They won't be. Rial's parents are her family now. She looks up again after a moment, jaw unconsciously set. "Yeah," she says slowly. "We probably should."

[eiattu_pride]

Rial has a feeling like he's stepped over some invisible line, like he's crossed a boundary and, thinking back over what he says, he's pretty sure he knows what it is.

But he doesn't say anything, this time.

"When you're ready."

[fighting_mad]

She shakes her head to herself and rests her head in her right hand, tipping her face toward him. "There's no reason not to. They'll be delighted, I'm sure."

[eiattu_pride]

There's a smile there, just for a moment, quick and self-satisfied and excited.

"Yeah."

[fighting_mad]

She smiles in response, if small and equally fleeting. It's impossible not to. In lieu of kissing his mouth, which would require sitting up, she leans over and presses her mouth to his arm, and then rests her forehead there.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial shifts over and strokes her hair with his other hand, smiling down at the back of her head.

"I'm up here, Plourr."

[fighting_mad]

"Far away," she tells his arm seriously.

[eiattu_pride]

"This is true."

A pause. "I suppose I'll have to come down to you, then?"

[fighting_mad]

She tips her face up and grins at him, her chin brushing his bicep. "Suppose you'll have to," she agrees.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial decides that his work would be far more organized if dumped on the floor, and procedes to do just that. Scootching down next to her, he grins.

"Better?"

[fighting_mad]

"Getting there," she murmurs, but there is laughter in her voice (and it feels good) and she fits her mouth to his.

[eiattu_pride]

Well.

Rial's quite fine with that, really, and kisses back, one arm slipping around her.

Parents can wait 'till another day.

[fighting_mad]

She rests her left hand on the opposite side of his face, palm strong and sure on his cheek. Her other elbow depresses the mattress under her weight.

And after a moment or two, she does lean back. She smiles, face close to his. "Hi."

[eiattu_pride]

"Hi," he says softly back.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing with a guy like this?"

[fighting_mad]

She laughs quietly, reaching out to brush hair away from his face. "I think the real question is, what's a pretty guy like you doing with a girl like this?"

[eiattu_pride]

Rial smirks.

"Kissing her."

And then he does just that.

[fighting_mad]

Slowly and sweetly and so very thoroughly, and for the first time in a while, Plourr really responds.

Despite her reluctance to sit up earlier, she draws her legs up, settling her left hand on his right shoulder and occupying herself with relearning his taste.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial has to smile against her lips at this point, because this, right here, right now, is how he'd be happy to spend the rest of his life.

Although he'd be happy just to spend it with Plourr, really, no matter what, and he could think more on the matter except she's being a little distracting so he turns his focus to the task in hand and says nothing.

Some moments don't need words.