[OOM] Eiattu - Royal Chambers

[fighting_mad]

It takes Plourr several minutes to figure out why her dream is beeping, but eventually, she reaches out and shoves her hand through the bedcurtains, swiping blindly along the table beside her bed. She hits something (to be fair, she hits several somethings, and one or two of them go clattering to the floor). A quiet voice comes. She leans out of the curtains and holds a murmured, mostly-asleep conversation over the comm unit, holding the sheets over her chest. When she ducks back into the warmth of the bed, she rolls back over and-- finds herself face-to-face with Rial. He's sleeping, eyes closed and hair tied back, breathing evenly, and Plourr wonders, watching him, why she had never realized how handsome he is.





The princess grins sleepily and lazily tangles herself up in him.

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[fighting_mad]

Four words: you have morning breath.

"Have you ever kissed someone with a mustache?"

[eiattu_pride]

"No?"

He sighs.

"My dad'll kill me if it comes off."

[fighting_mad]

"You're 30 years old, Rial," she says, resting her elbows on his chest and her chin in her palms. "I think you can decide what to do with your own facial hair."

[eiattu_pride]

"My dad is scary."

And he eyes her.

"So if I said that I was going to keep it...?"

[fighting_mad]

"Honestly, Rial, it scratches like crazy." It does.



She tries a different tack, still sprawled half on top of him in the huge bed. She traces nonsensical patterns on his chest with her fingers. "I think you would look very handsome without it," she wheedles. There's a more genuine smile down at him. "Though you're very handsome now, too."

[eiattu_pride]

"But I like it."

Fear the puppy-dog eyes, Plourr!

[fighting_mad]

She tucks her face against his neck. "Please?" she murmurs. She open-mouthed kisses the join between his neck and his shoulder. "Please?" She follows with more hot, slow kisses, aimed a little higher up his throat.

Plourr never said she fights fair.

[eiattu_pride]

"Mmm."

Eyes shut, face tilted back.

"Mmmmmkay."

[fighting_mad]

Plourr grins against his neck, and then Rial gets an armful of enthusiastic nude princess, kissing him (mustache and all) happily at first, then harder with a noise low in her throat.

[eiattu_pride]

He laughs, then slowly squirms backward until he's halfway off the bed, kissing back until he really does have to breathe.

(even if it's a little difficult with Plourr on his chest)

[fighting_mad]

She raises her eyebrows at him, face suffused with heat (and mock-indignance). "You'd rather fall to your death than kiss me?"

[eiattu_pride]

Rial pauses.

"Yes."

Then slithers off the bed, becoming somewhat hopelessly tangled in the curtains and probably bringing Plourr with him.

[fighting_mad]

"Rial--"

--Oof.



Snorting with laughter, her forehead pressed against his collarbone: "I can go brush my teeth if it's really that bad."

[eiattu_pride]

"Mmmhmm."

His head is at a lovely awkward angle, and pressed into the floor.

[fighting_mad]

She sits up, offers him a hand up. "What does that mean?"

[eiattu_pride]

He prises himself off the floor, then moves in and kisses her easily.

Murmured against her lips, "It means that I'm too busy right now to die."

[fighting_mad]

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that my breath could kill you," she murmurs back. She kisses him even as she slips in close to him and runs her hands up his sides to his shoulders.

[eiattu_pride]

"Sounds good to me."

And he knows it's a cliche and all, but right now-

-right now he thinks he can fly.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr laughs and then they're tangled up in each other again, sitting on the floor in the weak light of the early Eiattu morning and--

who says he can't?