[ Well, whaddaya know? Mako pulls out the bottle with some triumph, beaming at him -- it's actually an accident that she's had it, really, but anyway, juice for the both of them! ]
[Raleigh's laughing harder, and he moves to kiss her again, this time solidly on the mouth because he can and he loves her and how anyone thinks she wouldn't make a competent queen is beyond him.]
Is that a magic purse? I wish you had some dessert stashed away.
[ Mako likes Raleigh's kisses, she likes the way he laughs -- because he does so little of that these days. She bumps her nose gently against his and lets him have the bottle. ]
Who says we aren't having dessert right now? [ See? More kisses! ]
[Oh well then. He kisses her, once, twice, three times before he pulls away, leading her over to a spot of grass. He can skip the chips for now, he wants to take advantage of not being recognized as the Duke and the lady he gave up a kingdom for, for as long as possible.]
Come on. I think we should be sitting for the dessert portion.
[ Mako follows after him, and it's moments like these where she can see the silver lining, where the prospect of being with him is one she cherishes more than usual. His heart his in her hands, her Raleigh, and she sits down, tugging him with her gently.
Giving him a warm, sweet smile, she settles against him, her sandwich half-forgotten. Days like this, she wished they'd never end. ]
I'm a duke and a former king, aren't I? I can do whatever I want.
[Though really, in all fairness Raleigh has adapted to life as a shunned royal better than most would. He's humble by nature, doesn't need much. Doesn't need fancy things or people to wait on him. It was something of a culture shock, since he had no idea how to cook or do his laundry, had never been to the store for groceries.
Mako was patient with him though, and he appreciates that.
He sits close to her, his arm curled loosely around her shoulders.]
[ Mako laughs and presses her face against him -- and there's little more comforting in this world than the solidness of him, the strength he exudes even if they were essentially pariahs now, traveling from one country to the next.
He's adapted well, even if it wasn't without its own hiccups; royals are too coddled, protected and sheltered from the rest of the world, and even with Raleigh's sweet, humble nature, it shows. But she's loved showing him, teaching him, sharing everything she knows -- it had been fun, when they went grocery shopping the other day, taking in his wide-eyed wonder both there and at the laundromat, or having him hover around while she cooked for both of them.
She leans up to kiss him, slow and sweet and yearning. ] His Highness should learn how to say please.
Or maybe-- [He counters, pausing them to explore her mouth a little more thoroughly. They wouldn't be able to do this if he was king, to sit on the grass and trade kisses like any other couple in the world, because they're in Paris and that's romantic. Another reason why he doesn't regret giving up the throne.]
The Duke forgets how the Duchess pinned him to their kitchen counter yesterday morning and had her way with him. [ Mako says primly, nipping at his bottom lip and deepening his kiss without pause. ]
Twice. [ She smiles, then. ] I did like our second time on the dining table.
[ ...Yes, well. One more notch to put on the pros list, because just imagine the looks on the servants faces if they even dared to do something that outrageously passionate.
Happy to settle under his hands, Mako makes a soft noise of pleasure, eyes lidding with bliss and contentment, her fingers lightly brushing over his hand. She darts in to kiss him, cheeks warming with pleasant reminiscence. ]
And you were exceptionally accommodating. I've never seen you rush to obey like that, my dear Duke.
[He runs his thumb over the back of her hand, This is nice, isn't it, just sitting on the grass together in the sun and talking about nothing really important, no one's staring at them, no one is even looking at them twice but then no one expects a former king and his lady love to be slumming it like them.]
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Maybe something to drink too, unless you've got it stashed away in your purse.
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You were saying?
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Is that a magic purse? I wish you had some dessert stashed away.
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Who says we aren't having dessert right now? [ See? More kisses! ]
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Come on. I think we should be sitting for the dessert portion.
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Giving him a warm, sweet smile, she settles against him, her sandwich half-forgotten. Days like this, she wished they'd never end. ]
Shouldn't it come after your meal, Raleigh?
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[Though really, in all fairness Raleigh has adapted to life as a shunned royal better than most would. He's humble by nature, doesn't need much. Doesn't need fancy things or people to wait on him. It was something of a culture shock, since he had no idea how to cook or do his laundry, had never been to the store for groceries.
Mako was patient with him though, and he appreciates that.
He sits close to her, his arm curled loosely around her shoulders.]
And I want dessert first.
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He's adapted well, even if it wasn't without its own hiccups; royals are too coddled, protected and sheltered from the rest of the world, and even with Raleigh's sweet, humble nature, it shows. But she's loved showing him, teaching him, sharing everything she knows -- it had been fun, when they went grocery shopping the other day, taking in his wide-eyed wonder both there and at the laundromat, or having him hover around while she cooked for both of them.
She leans up to kiss him, slow and sweet and yearning. ] His Highness should learn how to say please.
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The Duchess should be assertive.
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Twice. [ She smiles, then. ] I did like our second time on the dining table.
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Raleigh cups her face with his hand, holding on to her as he kisses her again. He remembers yesterday very well, thank you.]
You did say please a lot then.
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Happy to settle under his hands, Mako makes a soft noise of pleasure, eyes lidding with bliss and contentment, her fingers lightly brushing over his hand. She darts in to kiss him, cheeks warming with pleasant reminiscence. ]
And you were exceptionally accommodating. I've never seen you rush to obey like that, my dear Duke.
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[Raleigh replies with a simple shrug.]
I'm always open to new, and good ideas.
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Raleigh does the very royal and dignified version of pouting, reaching for her hand to play with instead.]
You have that too. But I accept favors and treats too.
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[ She hums, curling her fingers over his as she smiles. ] What sort?
shit i have been slacking on these
[He runs his thumb over the back of her hand, This is nice, isn't it, just sitting on the grass together in the sun and talking about nothing really important, no one's staring at them, no one is even looking at them twice but then no one expects a former king and his lady love to be slumming it like them.]
And I play favorites.