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Corian, curled up on the couch with Mycroft--the computer, of course, and not some random stranger, that would just be bad--finally shuts down the machine and moves it to the coffee table, absently nudging aside a book as she does so. She gets to her feet, quietly doing a bit of tidying up around the room, then heads into the kitchen to rustle up some tea. The comm, as it happens, is set not to receive any off-planet calls. She's not taking any chances.

Tarrant has slept in a tight curl the evening through, having obviously burned himself well past simply tired on his trip. At last however, he does actually stir, and even, lo and behold, begin to blink himself awake with a stretch.

Corian, making her way back to the couch with her tea, catches a hint of that movement and detours, with a smile. She does take a quick sip of said tea before putting it on a table and taking a seat next to you on the bed. "Sleep well?" she inquires softly.

Tarrant shifts to sit upright, stifling one of those waking-up yawns. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was bushed." He glances at his watch, shaking his head in wry amusement. "I like waking up now, because life now is better than ever I could have dreamed it to be before."

Corian leans closer in an attempt to claim a quick kiss, shaking her head fractionally. "You were very tired, love, and sleeping yourself out was exactly what you should have done." She smiles at that last, looking decidedly pleased. "You know, I know what you mean. I got called Mrs. Czolgosz again today--it really is amazing what a Zaeltan accent will do to that name."

Tarrant returns the kiss with a bemused grin, reaching up to attempt to settle his hair to rights. "With all the purrs on the s-like z's? It's much more fun that way, certainly."

Corian nods an affirmative to your inquiry, with a quiet chuckle. "It certainly is--though it is a wonderful name, no matter who calls me by it, because it is -our- name." She absolutely beams for a moment, still utterly thrilled by that thought, then pauses to inquire, "Are you hungry again, cha'trez, or thirsty? Or would you rather go back to sleep? I am perfectly capable of keeping myself occupied, after all, if you are."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Tarrant shakes his head lightly, reaching over to lightly brush fingers across your knee, confirming to himself that you are there. "Not hungry, no, I ate so much earlier. I think I'll give anything to drink a miss as well. I appreciate that you asked however. I'm fine, honest, I don't wish to drag you from anything."

Corian's hand must have gotten lonely, as it reaches out to claim yours--for Spain, perhaps? Or maybe Kashid. In any event, Corian shakes her head, gesturing to the tea. "I had just turned off the computer, and was trying to decide what of a number of things to do when I had finished my tea. So you picked the perfect opportunity to wake and not drag me from anything."

Tarrant's hand is only really happy when it has yours, so it's quite happy to take yours in return. "A number of things?" He questions amiably. "I needn't be entertained, I promise, I too can keep myself occupied if need be. Heck, I can be occupied by small things for hours, it's convinient to be easily entertained."

Corian looks just a bit quizzical, and shakes her head. "I did not really think of entertaining you, love. I just wanted to be with you. I was thinking about starting another translation, but it could certainly wait--I am not really in the proper mindset for it. I have also been feeling a bit guilty about not yet telling my great-grandmother that we are married now, but... well, I would rather put off that conversation a bit, yet. So you really would be doing me a favor if you would let me stay here with you," she concludes, with just a hint of humor. "Besides, I love you. I would rather be here."

Tarrant shifts closer to you, smiling almot shyly. "I'm certainly not about to complain about being near you. I am sorry, I am still learning how these things go. I would rather you be here too. I can think of nowhere better to be than with you."

Corian takes a moment to get herself settled on the bed, slipping off her shoes, that sort of thing. "Cha'trez, you need not apologize," she replies, with a smile. "We are both still learning about all this, after all. It is not as if I know how we should go, either." She gives yours hand a very gentle squeeze, adding, "I really am glad that you are back, love. I missed you--this room fit me, before, but it seemed so empty while you were gone."

"I just keep tripping up is all," Tarrant replies quietly, bringing his other hand to brush his fingertips lightly across the back of your hand a moment. "I am glad to be back. I missed you terribly, I thought the ride home would never end."

Corian shakes her head, murmuring a negative to your mention of tripping up. "We seem to be doing just fine," she adds, with a quick smile. After a brief pause, she looks at you, expression rather embarrassed and amused at the same time. "One of the Edreeni delegates knocked on my door this morning, and I startled the poor woman with my haste. Her expression was rather entertaining, but I daresay that mine was moreso, as I had thought that she was you."

Tarrant chuckles softly, shaking his head in decided amusement. "Poor love, I am sorry. I came up as quickly as I was allowed, after I dropped off some collected information downstairs. I had thought to comm upon landing, but was not sure if that would be appropriate. I did not wish to bother."

Corian shakes her head. "Love, I do not know that you will ever be able to bother me," she replies, shifting to a more comfortable half-sprawl on the bed. "Though I have to say, it was nice not to have to have that last little wait at the end. I do believe that time would have slowed somewhat if I had known you were near, and on your way."

"I probably scared a couple dozen folks, running up the stairs," Tarrant sprawls as well, although as he doesn't do things halfway as a rule, it involves a full, on his chest, sprawl. "It all worked out in the end. I'm sure it will get easier with time. If for no other reason than in time, hopefully you'll be going with me."

Corian shifts a hand to rub lightly along your back, the movement a bit tentative, and decidedly light. "I certainly hope that will be the case," she replies. "It is only a bit over four more months, after all. We can manage that short a time, with so long to spend together after that."

Tarrant sighs softly in contentment, "That feels wonderful, love." He murmurs quiet agreement, "Hardly a blink in the grand scheme of things. We'll be fine, things will turn out just right."

Corian, encouraged by your words, sits up somewhat, so she can use both hands--which are not, by the way, quite as delicate as they look, and, as such, are perfectly capable of coaxing away knots in muscles. "It is required that that happens, yes," she agrees serenely. "Else I would have to find some random deity with whom I could have words about correcting the situation."

Tarrant murmurs something entirely incoherant, and just as entirely pleased as knottage is set upon. Eventually he manages, "And that's even better." He mmhmms, "I'd poke it in the eyes for you. My eye poking skills are lying dormant."

Corian chuckles very quietly at that. "I am glad that you are enjoying yourself. I certainly am. Oh--speaking of eye-poking." She pauses. "I am not altogether certain why that reminds me of my brother, and it is somewhat disturbing that it does. I told him about our marriage, and he was rather disappointed that he will not be able to torment you further, but he seemed very happy for us."

Tarrant stifles a soft laugh, sounding amused. "Eye-poking should remind you of siblings, it's only proper. Still, I'm glad to escape torment I suppose, and equally glad he is pleased. It would have been somewhat awkward otherwise."

Corian murmurs a vague agreement, taking a moment to attempt to convince a particularly stubborn knot that it really would rather disappear. "It would have, yes. But the entire family has been pleased--and surprised, which has been somewhat entertaining."

Tarrant is rapidly turning into a puddle of Tarrant on the bed. The more knots you banish, the less likely it seems he will ever budge from the bed. "Well, it was surprising timing. Still though, once you know, why wait?"

Corian's evil plan to keep you trapped in the bed is coming to fruition, then. "That is, in fact, just what I said to one of my cousins, who apparently heard through some bizarre familial grapevine and commed to find out if it was really true." She leans down to kiss your cheek, adding softly, "I am most glad that I did not have to wait a moment longer to become your wife."

"And I am glad that the waiting was ended as well. This...this is beyond words it is so wonderful, to have you as my wife." Tarrant is -part- of the bed now. "Not to mention what you're doing there, oh my."

Corian can tell Honalee that she gave you pleasure in bed, now? Of course, the thought doesn't even cross her mind, as she's far more innocent than her player, instead carefully working her way down your back, along your spine. "Beyond words," she echoes softly, though that thought ends with a chuckle at your last statement. "You have managed to get yourself rather knotted up, love. I am just glad that I can help with it."

"It was a wild trip," Tarrant murmurs by way of explanation. "Lots of running around." He mmhmms, "Beyond words, yet I keep trying to use words..."

Corian finally stops the knot-untying, with a murmured apology. She shakes her hands for a moment, from the wrists, then settles down next to you on the bed. "You are home now, though," she says. At that last, she nods. "I understand, love. I know how it is. You can keep trying if you like. Hearing the attempts to find the right words is always wonderful."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Tarrant shifts in closer to you, murmuring his thanks for your efforts. "Home. I like the sound of that. I'm home wherever you are."

Corian, in turn, moves closer as well, looking generally content with the world. "And I am most glad to have you home," she murmurs. After a brief pause, she inquires, voice carefully casual, "Do you know how much time you get here before you have to leave again?"

Tarrant shifts to attempt to hold onto you. "Not a clue to be honest. It depends on when I get a new contract. As it is, I have nothing on my schedule."

Corian is certainly willing to have you hold onto her, curling close enough to make this an easy thing indeed. "Good," she replies, her serene tone holding just a hint of drowsiness. "I do not seem to share well, and would much rather have you here."

"Doesn't share well, tsk," Tarrant murmurs softly, sounding rather amused. "Do you run with scissors? How about nap well? You could probably use a nap..."

Corian mumbles a vague affirmative. "I do run with scissors," she clarifies. "Or I did. They were rather disturbed, I believe I was all of three. And a nap... mm, that sounds like a good idea. That horrible Jansite kept me up far too late last night, and I had a meeting this morning, so I could not skip work to sleep."

Tarrant rummages for the blankets, tucking them up around the both of you. "Evil eye-poking needing jerk. Sleep, everything's just fine now, it's time to sleep."

Corian cuddles close to you, all but asleep already. "You are home," she murmurs. "Everything is wonderful--better than the best dream. Sleep well, cha'trez."

"And you too my love. You too," Tarrant murmurs softly, gently attempting to steal a kiss before settling in to a comfortable position to seek sleep as well.

Corian, by now asleep, smiles nonetheless at the kiss, murmuring something vague enough to be utterly indistinguishable.


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