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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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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.

Her smile softens.

"Well, this beautiful and talented woman--who, by the way, is even luckier than her husband--" she traces a slow pattern in his shoulder,

"would like you to take her to bed."

Right now.

Seriously.

"Must I?"

But he laughs and wiggles out from under her, sitting up.

She laughs and stands, all bare skin and muscle and long legs and mussed hair, taking both his hands and trying to pull him up.

"No," she says, and she lets go of his hands. "I'll just go get something to eat, then." She makes as if she's heading for the kitchen.

Rial growls, and grabs her hand, trying to yank her back down to his lap.

"Hey!"

She is yanked down into his lap, and she throws one leg over him, brown eyes flashing at him along with a fierce smile. "Mmm, do that again."

Rial smirks.

The pushes her off his lap and stands up.

"No, the eating thing was a good idea."

"Ri-al." She crosses her arms over her bra. "Come on."

He pauses.

Then scoops her up, and starts off in the direction of the bedroom, view slightly impaired by the fact that he's kissing down her neck and across her chest.