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Corian shuts down her computer, rubbing her eyes briefly as she gets to her
feet. She ducks into the bathroom to change into more sleep-appropriate
clothing, then heads over to the bed, carefully settling down on it next to
you, eding under the covers.
Tarrant stirs as you edge in, blinking a moment as he realizes what's going on.
Smiling sleepily he edges over himself, so he can curl up with you. The bed
is of course nicely warm since he's been sleeping in it a while and all.
"Hey," he murmurs, "Fancy meeting you here..."
Corian moves closer when she realizes that you're something resembling awake,
curling close. "Imagine that, yes. It is quite odd, finding your wife in your
bed, I know. You will get used to it, though, eventually." With a quiet
chuckle, she sneaks a quick kiss.
Tarrant returns the kiss with an amused grin, "I am not sure if I want to
become accustomed to it. It is such a wonderfully startling delight to have
such a woman as my wife, and warm near me in bed. Sometimes I wake up at
night, not certain where I am, and then remembering, find the truth to be
finer than any dream."
Corian smiles warmly at you, running her fingertips lightly against your cheek.
"Such beautiful things you say to me," she murmurs. "I am so glad that we are
together, and married. I will be more glad, though, when these four months
have passed."
Tarrant snuggles in close, murmuring his own quiet agreement. "As will I. Working together rather than apart is a goodness, and besides, there'll be less research." He chuckles sheepishly, "Half of what I have to learn every time is enough of the language to get from one place to the next."
Corian murmurs, sounding rather content, "I will likely still have to learn the
language, though, cha'trez. As many planets as there are, as many different
languages--well, I am not so gifted as that."
"Still," Tarrant murmurs softly, "You know more'n I do. It's something." He
tucks the blankets in around you. "So wonderful..."
Corian murmurs a quiet thankyou for the blanket-tucking--or maybe for the compliment. "We will be able to divide the work." After a brief pause, she inquires, "Do you have to do anything else before you leave, cha'trez?"
Tarrant is quiet a couple of beats, "A bit, yeah, but I'm awfully comfortable...I uh, well there's the flight and all..."
Corian inquires quietly, "Will that be long enough for you to finish what you
need to do?"
"Yeah," Tarrant murmurs amiably. "Better than trying to do it just now. I'm
still kinda' out of it."
Corian nods agreeably enough to that, attempting another gentle kiss. "You
would likely not retain information too well at this particular moment, no."
And, gee darn, that means you're going to stay in the bed. "If you want to go
back to sleep, love, of course you should."
Tarrant returns the kiss with equal care. "I'm in no hurry, you're here, I've had a bit of a nap, all's well with the world. You must be tired though."
"I am a bit tired, yes," Corian agrees. "But you are here. I am not tired
enough to go to sleep just yet, not when you are here. I would rather be with
you, while I can."
"Seeing as tomorrow does entail me leaving, I'm not about to protest that in
the slightest," Tarrant murmurs softly, shifting a hand to trace gentle
patterns on your back.
Corian rests her head lightly against your shoulder, with a very quiet sigh for the mention of your departure. "I really hope you get a bit of a break after this," she says softly. "I know that you have to work, I understand that, of course, but... well, -two- trips, so soon after the wedding..."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
"It's evil, and nasty, but I couldn't really turn this one down and look myself
in the mirror mornings. It's a nasty bit of work, not to be left undone."
Tarrant's fingers continue their tracery.
Corian shakes her head. "I understand, of course, love. There is that which has
to be done. I just hope that such events will wait until a bit farther in the
future, once you get back."
"I hope so too, I want to spend more time here, tormenting you." Tarrant's tone
is softly wistful despite his words about torment.
Corian, with an equally wistful smile, nods once more. "You could even tickle
me," she replies quietly, "If you were -here-. I would not object in the
slightest. And, of courese, I would tickle you right back, if you were
ticklish."
"Which of course, I am not," Tarrant protests quietly, chuckling as he
continues to rub at your back, seeking to release knots. "But if I -were-,
and if you were..."
Corian pauses a moment at that, though she's very slowly turning to jello,
apparently because of the knot-releasing. "I am not ticklish, now?" she
inquires. "How remarkable."
"Nope, and nor am I." Tarrant's hands continue their deft working. "Amazing,
innit?"
Corian nods an affirmative to that, with a brief, amused chuckle. "I will have
to tell my brothers. They will be most disappointed at that change--not that
any of them have tickled me in ages, of course."
"See cause they know, somewhere deep inside, that' you're really -evil-,"
Tarrant murmurs teasingly.
Corian shakes her head to that. "No, I think they know that without it being
deep inside," Corian replies, muffling a laugh. "I was much less subtle about
being evil when I was a child."
Tarrant snickers softly, snuggling in close, relaxing into a near-puddle. "Subtlety can be nice, but sometimes it's over-rated."
Corian murmurs, cuddling against you with a contented little sigh, "If I wish
for someone to know of my evil, yes, subtlety does not quite work. Then, the
situation calls for blatant evil. But that does not happen very often, any
more."
"Sneaky evil's nice. You're sneakily evil, and you're nice, so see, it must be
true." Tarrant's words are taking on more and more of his accent. "So
terribly nice."
Corian displays her sneakily evil nature by sneaking a quick kiss. "You sound," she murmurs, "Like you should go to sleep, cha'trez."
Tarrant does not object to the sneaking of kisses, but murmurs his agreement to that last, snuggling in a bit closer, his breathing already evening.
Corian doesn't go to sleep right away, instead listening to the sound of your
breathing, and just enjoying being in the bed with you. Eventually, though,
she drifts off to sleep as well.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.