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[mahalakshmi]

Good.

[ She breathes it out low as she leans up. Moving over him again but this time a little more direct, not pressing him down but to hover over him. Beginning to kiss at the side of his jaw, his neck, a slow press that isn't a demanding, no interest in pushing him for anything else than the sake of touching. It's for the pleasure of doing it alone. Down the column of his throat. Smiling softly into his skin. ]

[komarran]

[ That's.. That's a lot more than he expected. His brows furrow as he tries to watch her the best he can from this angle and rests a hand on her waist. While she's not demanding, he can't help but feel as if she wants something more from this. He swallows thickly and it's after a few moments that he finally interrupts with-- ]

Did you...?

[mahalakshmi]

[ She burrows her nose against her side of her throat with a grin where she can feel him swallow. Assures him then, not to push him, she didn't want to do that. Even if he was warm and comfortable, and so easy to drape all over right now. Shakes her head a little, as she moves in the wayward path of her kisses. ]

Saying good morning.

[ She settled lower, against the collar of his shirt and nips, just the edge of her teeth. Not to mark, just to tingle on his skin and give him something to think about at work for the day. Then shifting across to kiss above the beat of his heart through his clothes. ] Chai - ? [ English, Lakshmi - ] Tea?

[ She rolls backwards then, with a yawn again, arms stretching briefly above him as she settles on her knees, raking her fingers through the tangle of her hair out of her face. Such a morning person, apparently. ]

[komarran]

[ His breath catches as she moves from his throat. In the wake of her touch is warmth and it slowly works to shake off the sleep that tries to cling to him.

His hand flies to the spot she nips, running his fingers over it. No, not a mark though he almost wishes it was. The higher collar of his uniform would hide it well.

When she pulls back, he pushes himself up onto his elbows. ] Coffee, black, if that's all right.

[mahalakshmi]

[ Her teeth sink into her lip, watching him, as he does so. That sharp edged mischief that most of the time, she knows better than to express. But here? Safe too, she hopes. It's hard to move, for more than just the bed. Her hands settle either side of his hips, smooth up carefully. ]

I have no idea how you drink it like that.

[ Perched there in his lap, moving her weight to be comfortable to both of them, she muses on the thought. ] Or do you prefer it bitter so you can stomach all those Lordlings?

[komarran]

[ His gaze is distracted, focusing on her lips before he forces himself to drag it upwards and meet her eyes. ]

Partially. It kept me awake during graduate school. [ Far easier to prepare and cheaper, back when money was an issue for him. ] I could make us breakfast.

[mahalakshmi]

[ She does not notice so much, fiddling to set herself so much. Reaching across him, to the bedside table to fish for a clip to keep the stray bits of hair from her face. ]

I do like watching you cook. [ A purred contemplation. By far her favourite novelty of sharing her mornings with him. ] You should shower, I can't make you the coffee in the mean time.

[ She should get off him, too, for that matter. But well, when he asked and not a minute before hand. ]

[komarran]

[ There's a soft smile playing at his lips as he reaches to tuck a strand of hair she missed into her hold. ]

I should, [ he says with some hesitation. Asking her to get off of him is not a priority, but... ] Quickly if I'm too cook.

[ Which he would like to do if only to ensure she has something to eat beyond ratbars and whatever else she could throw together in his kitchen. ]

[mahalakshmi]

If you say so.

[ She looks down in contemplation, a slow rock of her hips before she leans down the rest of the way to kiss him, and sink her teeth into his bottom lip in a firm tug. The once with her eyes up on his face before she swings her other leg over and off the side of the bed. Scampering off out of the bedroom with laughter to leave him there. ]

[komarran]

[ The groan that slips out of him is unbidden and causes his cheeks to turn flush. If his body hadn't reacted before, that rock had been enough to get his attention though he's eager to get into the shower and make it no longer an issue.

His shower takes longer than intended because of it, but when he exits the bedroom he's fully dressed in uniform and heading for the kitchen. ]

[mahalakshmi]

[ she keeps her laughter muffled to herself, her fingers pressed to her lips. Happy to give him some pleasant to think of during the day. Certainly made hers better.

After that, makes his coffee, her tea, and taking out what he proffered for breakfast. Preparing it absently humming to herself. The shared work of it, was pleasant, domestic. ]

[komarran]

Thank you, [ he says, motioning to his coffee. She's the first to offer to prepare his rather than be ordered to. He reaches to take the ingredients from her, ready to prepare their meal. ]

Do you have a request?

[mahalakshmi]

[For a second she does nothing else but enjoy the sight of him in his uniform. He wears it well. Her fingers curling around her cup of tea as she steps away from the bench to let him have at. Normally she's up and dressed for the day before she presents herself out of his room. But there's something wonderful to just being in her nightgown, even if she'd been told the pick the laciest bits of frippery.

She stretches in a roll in the last vestiges of sleep. Taking a sip after as she leans her hip against the bench. ] The one with the sweet bread - and cheese. The riccotta.

[A meticulous pronunciation to make sure she gets it right. He'd given her a taste for komarran food. ]

[komarran]

[ A nightgown he's trying to only steal subtle glances at. Childish in a way, he chides himself. It's not as if she wasn't up against him in it all night or over him this morning while wearing it.

Instead he focuses his attention on the dish he wants made, recognition donning his face with a small smile. ] You enjoyed that?

[mahalakshmi]

[ She smiles at him as she nods, ] I did. Your food suits me better than the Barrayarans.

[ grinned widely as she finishes. Oblivious to his gaze, she leans into his side briefly, burrowing her nose against his shoulder again. This time just to watch him cook. Content, but - still, she has work to get to, she remembers happily. ]

Anything you need of me to do?

[komarran]

[ That his planet's cuisine caught her interest has him swell with pride. He enjoyed cooking it, having a small taste of home, and having someone to share it with was still strange.

He's smiling as he busies himself, leaning slightly toward her in welcoming of her contact. ]

For you to keep me company. [ Otherwise the act of cooking was something he found relaxing. All she had to do was stay there with him. ]

[mahalakshmi]

[ She keeps grinning at him, laying her cheek against the material. That is something she can gladly do. ]

I'll just go clean up, and then I'm all yours.

[komarran]

[ He manages to keep himself from frowning. ]

Yes, of course. [ Though that doesn't mean he's happy to see her go elsewhere even for a moment. He nods and busies himself with his cooking. ] They should be ready to fry soon.

[mahalakshmi]

[ She leans up briefly, kissing him on the cheek before she goes.

Doesn't take too long in the shower, in any case. Though she has something on her mind - had it for awhile. Cleans herself up, gets dressed after - still singing inside of her skin. Content, somehow, still half laughing at being a reckless idiot. But it had certainly paid off. He definitely didn't seem to mind.

Not going anywhere today, so she picks something comfortable before she comes back out. Towel in hand as she runs it through her hair before she hangs it up on the back of the door. Heads to the cabinet as he cooks, fishing out cutlery and plates. Takes a breath briefly before she goes to speak. Had to have this conversation eventually she supposed. ]

Duv.

[ Setting the plates, it's ventured as firm as she can. ]

[komarran]

[ He's checking the temperature on the oil when she reappears. Something about her tone has him immediately shifting, giving her his full attention. ]

Is something the matter? [ he asks carefully.

What in the world could have happened in the limited time they've been apart. ]

[mahalakshmi]

[ She keeps setting the forks down, then goes to get them something else to drink. ]

No, but rather... all of this makes something very clear. I am not... going to go home very soon.

[ Juice - then, she fishes it out of a fridge. It still amuses her some, how normal they found this all. Sometimes she thinks she would be happier in the slums, where they were still linking up electricity to those areas. Knows how to live like that.

But, however, she feels about that she cannot get back isn't... isn't something she wants to talk about right now. If ever. She kept all of that as deeply as she could, and nor was it the problem now. ]

If I am, I need to consider what that means.

[komarran]

[ Ah. His grip on the edge of the counter tightens for a brief moment before he pushes himself away from it, taking a few steps toward her. ]

I wish I could bring you better news about returning you home. [ A sentiment he truly means. As much as he's fond of her, he'd rather she be happy where she belongs than trapped in a time and planet that are not her own. He watches her for a moment longer before closing the distance between them. ]

I do enjoy your company. [ In case that is in doubt. ]

[mahalakshmi]

[ She turns to face him, closing the fridge behind her. Leaning back into it, cool and solid against her skin. A quip there that - shouldn't he be focusing on the cooking? She isn't sure how to deal with his - want to comfort her. She hadn't had anyone do so for years. Hard to know those curve, that art to bending anymore. To swallow and just accept that in return.

Hovers, uncertain, before she lifts her hands up to brace on his shoulders. ] And I, you. I owe your men much, for the day that they delivered me unto you.

[ She smoothes across his uniform, against the bumps of rank and the stiff straight lines of duty that he wore so well. ]

[komarran]

[ His own hands go to rest on her waist and he keeps his eyes locked on her. Comforting people has never been a specialty of his, but he finds himself desperately wanting to try. Maybe if he could make this somewhere she wanted to be, she wouldn't mind being here, with him, as much. ]

Is there anything I can do? [ And he does mean anything. Whatever will make her more comfortable with this situation. ]

[mahalakshmi]

[ She stills herself as she forms the words, forms the plan. Her eyes lowered to watch his throat as she brings them up from the thud of her heart in her chest to her mouth in slow inhales and exhales before she finally looks back up to him. ]

I want to speak to the Emperor.