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Rial's working, stretched out on the couch and staring at a datapad. Totally not actually comprending anything.

He wonders briefly where Plourr is, and whether or not he can convince her that they should have another holiday.

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And Rial just grins.

Because this? Is pretty damn good.

Is it hard to keep grinning when someone's kissing you (rather intently, at that)? Time for a scientific experiment!

It is.

It really is.

Rial also really doesn't care, and kisses back, pausing only to breathe.

Breathing, Plourr thinks, is overrated.

She plucks the datapad from his hand and drops it on the table alongside hers. "You're done," she murmurs, running her tongue up his jawline.

Rial clings to it for a second, then lets her take it away, his hand dancing up her back and running through short hair.

"Mmmkay."

"At least," she says against his jaw, settling herself more firmly (purposefully) between his legs, "for a while."

"Works for me," and then he's kissing her again, moving from lips to jaw to neck, nibbling his way down to her collarbone.

And she's grinning and squirming a little against him, one hand tangled in his hair, because he's good and really, the lack of mustache is never getting old.

Rial pauses at the side of her neck, and nips hard enough to leave a mark. It'll probably fade before she goes home - but he can always make another one.

"I'll miss you."

A low hiss escapes her at the bite and her hand tightens on his shoulder.

She squeezes. "I'll miss you, too. But there will be plenty of time for that."

Plenty of time not being now.

"Mmm."

And he captures her mouth again, wanting and needing and having.

She slides her fingers under his tunic, running her hands up his ribs and returning the kiss heatedly.

Rial squirms, and returns the favor, hands creeping under her tunic (though it's annoyingly tight and is most definitely going to be removed as soon as possible) to lightly fondle her breasts.

She gasps into his mouth, and it's the curse of fair skin that the way that her face flushes is impossible to hide (not that she cares). She sucks at his lower lip, pressing her hips against his.

Rial half-moans, and arches his back upwards into her, nipping at her lips.

Plourr raises herself up on one elbow and strips off her tunic, balling it up and throwing it to one side. Then she's back, kissing him hard, both hands on his face.

Ah, yes. That's better.

He half-wriggles out of her grasp, bending to kiss her collarbone and farther down, hands ghosting little touches over her chest.

Holding herself over him on her elbows (but pressing into his hands because ghosting just isn't enough for her), she lets her head hang as she pants, fingers digging into his sides.

Rial laughs, half-pulling away and teasing her with soft touches, light butterfly kisses.

Rial has maddening amounts of control.

Except she's the one on top here. So she wedges a (slightly vindictive) thigh up between his legs, breathing into his neck.

Rial moans softly, and bites her lower lip.

Fine. He'll play.

She grins triumphantly against his mouth, settling down against him again. Though the grinning is tempered somewhat by the kissing and the hands moving through his hair, trailing down his neck, across the areas of his chest that she isn't pressed against.

Rial hesitates for just a moment, pulling back to cup her face and smile at her.

Because - well, even now it's hard to believe.

Her hands still, and she asks breathlessly, "What?"

Though she's smiling back out of reflex, brushing her hair back out of her face.

"I cannot believe just how lucky I am, to be in love with a beautiful and talented woman such as yourself."

And sure it sounds flowery and straight out of a bad holoromance, but he means it.