[He laughs--not enough to disturb her, to interrupt that kiss--but he can't help it; it's entirely involuntary. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close, keeping her trapped against him.]
Hmmmmm, [ she replies, drawing it out so lips buzz against his own with the sound, ] well. You are decently handsome. Reasonably funny. Smarter than you look.
It all depends on how smart I think you look, [ Yseult points out, after accepting her punishment with good grace. ] It could just mean you look very smart, but in fact you're even smarter. [ She flashes him a teasingly serene smile,
which then twitches into a real grin, and she tips close again, an arm wrapped around his neck, a kiss pressed to his temple. ]
You're gorgeous, [ she says from there, spoken soft into his ear like a secret ] And brilliantly clever and creative, and you make me laugh more than I thought I could, and since the day we met I've never wanted any man but you. And best of all, [ she adds, tease returning to her tone ] you're an admiral.
[She'd belayed any protest with her kiss--at least temporarily--but the buzz of her voice in his ear had done the rest. Darras had started grinning again not even a quarter of the way through those compliments. She must have been able to feel it, so close to him--somewhere around her shoulder, maybe, since he's tucked against her as much as she's tucked against him.]
A man with twice the title. Admiral is better'n captain. I didn't know I was married to someone that cared about status.
That is awfully selfish of you. When here you've had a list of all my hiding places for years.
[ Not that he'd necessarily know it, tucked away as it is in an envelope between a few old sweaters in a trunk at the foot of their bed in Antiva, hidden against the likelihood of her untimely death. ]
Oh, aye? I didn't know I had a list of all of your hiding places.
[He winds a bit of her hair around his finger again, curling it up and then letting it go.]
How's this. We do a holiday. I make you a map. Clues, puzzles, all of it. And we sail around, the two of us, together, and see how well you can work it out.
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Do I, now. Such as?
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[This he repeats with incredulity. For her crime, he kisses her again.]
That one's worse'n [--he puts on an imitation of her voice--]-- 'reasonably funny'. Humor, that's all subjective. Looking clever is less that.
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which then twitches into a real grin, and she tips close again, an arm wrapped around his neck, a kiss pressed to his temple. ]
You're gorgeous, [ she says from there, spoken soft into his ear like a secret ] And brilliantly clever and creative, and you make me laugh more than I thought I could, and since the day we met I've never wanted any man but you. And best of all, [ she adds, tease returning to her tone ] you're an admiral.
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A man with twice the title. Admiral is better'n captain. I didn't know I was married to someone that cared about status.
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[ Not that he'd necessarily know it, tucked away as it is in an envelope between a few old sweaters in a trunk at the foot of their bed in Antiva, hidden against the likelihood of her untimely death. ]
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[He winds a bit of her hair around his finger again, curling it up and then letting it go.]
How's this. We do a holiday. I make you a map. Clues, puzzles, all of it. And we sail around, the two of us, together, and see how well you can work it out.
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Let's. That's a sort of pirating I would enjoy.
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Ah, but we both have positions now. When will we find the time?