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[aeneia]

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[dendarii]

[ Oh. He can't help but get a bit choked up at that simple promise so easily made. He tilts his head up to kiss her in return, lightly. It gives him a moment to swallow down his emotions. ]

You're promising quite a lot, my lady.

[shri]

[ Curling herself around him comes as nothing but easy. Kissing him comes as easy to. Something she thinks she could do a hundred times, take breath, and kiss him a hundred times more. ]

Perhaps, then, we shall never leave bed.

[dendarii]

[ He laughs lightly, his breath warm against her. More than happy to curl in close. ]

Extremely tempting. Too bad we don't actually have a bed, so to speak.

[shri]

[ She continues to press nuzzling kisses to his hair, his forehead, and eventually yes, they will need to move. ]

I haven't had a decent one in years.

[ But to that end she pulls up a little, reaching around on the bedroll and eventually, someone will bother them. Best to be at least a little covered for that unexpected event. She reaches for the blanket under them to tug it over them loosely. Especially now that she'd cooled down some. ]

[dendarii]

Such is our life. No future, no beds ...

[ He is grateful for the blanket, though. Even with Lakshmi there to keep him warm, he is a slender little guy. And he hates the cold. ]

[shri]

But warmth enough at least.

[ She drapes them in the blankets, detangling them only briefly as she pushes herself up onto an elbow, tugging at her braid that had become a mess and undoing it in tugs until it unravels completely over her shoulder. ]

We will have to rise at some point, I suppose.

[dendarii]

[ He reaches up to card his fingers through her hair. Slowly, gently disentangling it. ]

Ah, well ... That part can wait.

[shri]

[ It's thick and dark against his fingers, not as long as it used to be and grey in it now. But if he liked it then - well, she couldn't mind it so much. ]

Have something you like, do you?

[dendarii]

[ He still likes it now, oh yes. He gently teases out the bits of gray so he can look at them more easily. Silver among the black. ]

A few things. Though I do wish we could at least do this at my family home. It's a beautiful place.

[shri]

[ She stays put. Relaxing, she doesn't allow this much with anyone. She likes it, the comfort of someone being close as he murmurs wistful words into their close space. If she were a cat, she might be purring. ]

What is it like?

[dendarii]

[ God, he could stay like this forever. Wants to. He can forget about everything else when he's curled up next to Lakshmi like this... ]

Charmingly rustic. All wood panels with carvings. And long bannisters that I used to slide down as a child. Da replaced all the windows with force screens after the assassination attempt, but otherwise it's a very old place.

[shri]

It sounds - [ has to pause, momentarily, she knows buildings like that. Old, in England. Rather than the world, she grew up to. The buildings she had crept into in the dead of night and seen in a private sort of world rather than received into. Beautiful, though. ] - rather like somewhere I could imagine you growing up.

[dendarii]

[ He laughs a little at that. ]

Can you? I guess I didn't ever pass well as a prole, did I.

[shri]

[ She leans over to kiss him sweet, brief. Laughing into his mouth. ] A little too educated for that, I'm afraid. I think I grew up a great deal more common than you, makes it easy to know.

[dendarii]

[ He kisses her back gladly. ]

Ah, you could contrast. I don't feel quite so clumsy then.

[shri]

[ She could roll him back, in a moment, see what else he would be willing to do whilst they had precious minutes to themselves. But, for now, she settles at least, her back into the bed-roll, laying there beside him comfortably. Tucking the blanket over her chest, parts of her no one else needed to see but him. ]

I'm afraid we were both miserable at presenting as other than what we were.

[dendarii]

Mmm. It's in our bones.

[ A small quirk of his lips - a private joke. He leans his head in against her, looping his arm lightly around her waist. They could do more. Miles would happily do anything she asked of him. But this is perfection. ]

[shri]

[ She feels a pleasant shiver for it, shifting about momentarily to just enjoy being touching with nothing else accompanying it. Her eyes shutting to hum in agreement. ]

Or just a very bad habit. [ Speaking of - ; ] You are making a very good case to not get up. I'm quite sure I have guard duty some time this evening.

[dendarii]

[ Miles shrugs lightly. His own expression beatific. ]

Let someone else guard for once.

[shri]

[ She squeezes him briefly with -- well all the parts of her that are still wrapped around him. Murmuring with laughter. ]

You are a very bad man, my lord. I am guarding your grandmother.

[ Oh good God, she was going to have to look at the woman feeling her grandson's mouth on her skin. That'll... be an interesting conversation. What a... ridiculous conversation that might turn out to be. ]

[dendarii]

[ Sorry, Lakshmi. This is what you get for screwing a time traveller. He shrugs apologetically. ]

She's a tough woman. Guarded by other tough women.

[shri]

[ This is apparently exactly what she gets. ]

This tough woman could throw you off.

[ she says, not moving, not even slightly lifting a finger, or opening her eyes. Rather, she just slides her fingers indulgently against his forearm, where it's across her waist. ]

[dendarii]

[ As he thought. He gently massages her back in slow circles. ]

Will she, though?

[shri]

[ Another hum, and maybe it comes a little sly, soft. ]

Perhaps not - if she's suitably placated.

[dendarii]

[ Good. He's about ready for something else by now. Having properly recovered. ]

And how might I go about doing so? Anything she would like to try?