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It’s a lovely day outside the window of their little home in the Lavender Beds, the sun shining bright and a chill breeze coming in through the window Luna cracked open before she crawled into his lap. He can hear the call of birdsong in the many trees that surround the cottage, the crashing of water from the falls not much further off.
But all of that matters little. They won’t be going anywhere, not until she’s satisfied.
Luna hums, the sound of it tickling against his throat. He can feel the pass of her lips over his Archon mark, smiles as he scratches out another line of his report with a nib that really needs reinking.
G’raha strokes a palm down her back, catching on the hint of her scales underneath the thin shirt she’s wearing. She shivers, sensitive, and clenches around him tight enough that he can’t help but loose a quiet curse.
“Don’t tease me.” She murmurs, sleepy, soft. Just how he wants her to be.
“My apologies.” He says, with a quiet chuckle. “You are quite distracting, as it happens.”
Luna chuckles, the exhale tickling his spit-slick skin. “You poor thing. How you suffer.”
Slipping his wandering hand under her shirt, G’raha echoes her laughter and settles his palm above her tail.
This little routine of theirs started so many years ago, when the star needed far more of her than it does currently, and her ability to cope with it was constantly pushed to its limits. He still remembers how it made him feel, how intimately trusted he realised himself to be in the moment she brought the idea to him. How arousal and adoration warred within his chest as Luna explained herself, his hands caught in hers.
How certain she was that such gentle intimacy would clear her head and ease her worries, take her out of herself and allow her peace.
There was never a ilm of him that would consider saying no.
There is less need for her to ask this of him now, which is a source of undeniable pleasure. But that doesn’t mean his love isn’t haunted by memories of the past, just as he is. And when she comes to him, eyes clouded, cheeks flushed, words just a little too far away to verbalise, he knows precisely what she needs.
This morning it worked almost instantly. Her body yielded to him, surrounding him with heat and softness, and Luna’s eyes brightened so very quickly, her lips curling into a gentle smile as she settled her head against his shoulder.
Which left him with little recourse other than productivity.
With years of experience comes the ability to keep his head while she’s warming him. He’s better, now, at actually getting things done while she takes what she needs from him.
Today’s task is a report on a recent trip that he and Luna took to Corvos on behalf of the Students. It was more of an excuse to go home, than anything, for Luna to reconnect with friends and tell her remaining family that they are married and hoping to start a family soon. But Krile allowed it so long as they checked in with the city’s leadership about a potential foray into one of their recently discovered ruins, and Luna is nothing but beautifully diplomatic when she needs to be.
His report is a necessary evil for the pleasure a brief holiday afforded them both. And he’s been avoiding writing it, so in this manner at least they can kill two birds with one stone.
So to speak.
Luna settles again, her sauciness lost as she slips back into the quiet space she finds when she does this for him.
He supposes there’s nothing for it then.
Dipping his pen back in the ink pot, he continues to outline the stipulations of the city leaders’ allowances. Generous, really. If Krile had gone herself, he wonders whether she would have been able to barter for such an open collaboration.
There really is something uniquely special about his wife.
By the time he’s signing his name at the bottom of the report, Luna is shifting in a way that suggests she’s growing uncomfortable, ready to be done and lift herself back up into full alertness. He feels a small amount of regret at the realisation, as he always does, but knows that the days that follow this are always soft - filled with embraces and blankets and the sweetest of treats. Hot chocolate, cookies, little pastries gathered from the Carline Canopy…
Luna sits back far enough to stare at him, to take his face in her hands and urge him forward for a kiss that he is too weak not to give her.
“Better?” He asks, when she pulls back and blinks at him slow, content.
“Mm.” She licks her lips. “Yes, my love. Infinitely.”
His chest fills with pride, so much so that he fears it must be visible when she gives him a gentle smile, until she reaches up and tweaks one of his flickering ears.
Ah, that’ll do it. They do always give him away.
“I’m so lucky to have you.” She murmurs. “What would I do without you to bring me back to myself?”
“What was it this time, may I ask?” He ventures. “There’s no obligation to share of course, but…. If it would help?”
Luna swallows, reaches behind herself to fetch up his mug of coffee, long-cold but still enough to wet her throat. Setting it back, she takes a deep breath, bracing herself with her palms against his chest, eyes fixed on the small stone in her eternity band.
“I dreamt I called on Azem’s crystal and it didn’t respond. I wasn’t able to bring any of you back. I failed to defeat Meteion and was forced to watch as life blinked out from every star in turn, until, finally, the Source grew dark and I was alone.”
“Oh, my love.”
It feels like there’s no way to respond to how utterly gutting that would feel. To Luna, who has relied upon the magic of her former self so many times, for whom it has turned the tide of impossible battles and will likely do so again.
“Yeah.” She breathes, leaning forward and turning her head so that he can nuzzle up against her horn, giving comfort in all the ways he knows possible. “It’s hard to move past that. So thank you, darling.”
He hums, knowing how much she enjoys the vibrations, feels her shiver and her nails dig into his skin through his shirt.
“Always.” He says, with one final pass of his lips over her horn. “I believe it was part of our vows.”
“That’s the only reason of course.” She smiles, and when she sits back she looks like her usual self once more.
Luna circles her hips, clenching around him, and her expression turns wicked when she feels him start to stir inside her. His cheeks grow hot, embarrassed by how simply his body responds to her when all he truly wanted was for her to feel better.
“Are you cer—.”
“Raha.” She murmurs, tapping the end of his nose. “Trust me to know myself.”
He ducks his chin, smiles to himself. “Of course, my love.”
Luna starts to move, lazy with it, eyes clouded with pleasure rather than grief. He doesn’t resist the urge to stare, to drink her in, to take his fill of his beautiful wife. He moves his hands to her hips, starts to grind up into her on every one of her downstrokes.
“Mm, there we go.” Luna purrs. “That’s it, darling.”
G’raha slips his hands up under her shirt, over her flexing belly and up to cup her breasts, thumbs nudging her nipples until they’re visible through the thin material. He is transfixed by her, by the way her body responds to him, panting softly as heat crests in his belly.
“Forgive me.” He breathes, leaning forward to bury his face in her throat, mouthing softly at the skin there as she had him. “After all of this, I fear it will not be my best showing.”
Luna’s laugh is warm as it tickles his ear. “My love, not every time has to move mountains. So long as we both feel good…”
And oh he does.
She hums at his desperate oath when his hips jump up into her, now he has permission.
“Mm, I’m close too, darling. Come with me?”
He does, far too quickly for his liking, but Luna is swift on his heels, clamping down around him tight enough to steal a broken moan from him. He clutches her close, bares his teeth against her throat and holds her through her shudders, her nails digging deep enough into his shoulders that he fancies he’ll find marks there later.
As he softens out of her, the wicked little voice in his head reminds him that this could have been it, the time it takes, unlikely though it may be with her body regulating from the cessation of her preventatives.
When Luna catches his eye as he sags back into the chair, he can tell she knows what he’s thinking, but he refuses to be embarrassed by it if she isn’t.
“Did you get your work done?” Luna asks, stroking her fingertips over the sweat beading at his hairline.
“Surprisingly enough, yes.”
Luna chuckles, looking at him conspiringly. “Now you just have to hand it to Krile with a straight face.”
G’raha laughs, stands up and watches her face with delight as she squeaks in surprise and wraps her legs around his waist. “Luckily, I have plenty of practice. Come now, we’ve been productive enough.”
With a bright laugh, Luna kisses the tip of his nose and allows him to carry her across to the bath. “I simply cannot argue with that, my love.”