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Memory Prose: Loving
Star Projection: Blue
Source: Roleplay (MarinaNova)
Time: Who even knows, like. Twenty-three? (or age fortyish because magic)
Kitty and Chekov, both twenty years older, are snuggled up in bed together. She rolls over to look at him. "What have I told you about letting mornings happen?"
"Not to let them?" He yawns and rolls closer. "I like mornings."
"Is that why you won't reprogram only night for me? I should have put a longer list of demands into my vows."
"If there were no mornings, I wouldn't get to hide from them with you." He would by lying if he said that this wasn't one of his favorite parts of the day. It's that happy pause before the day starts in earnest and reality reasserts itself. "You were wise not to ask too much of me."
"Damn me always being so wise." Kitty stretches to kiss him, a smile on her lips. "You're pretty in the morning. That's why you're so in favor of them. I know your secrets."
He kisses her back lazily. "You're prettier, and not only in the morning. Am I boring now that you know all of my secrets?"
"So bored. That's why I keep sleeping with you."
"I was under the impression that you appreciate my consistency."
"I appreciate your everything."
Kitty slides an arm more securely around Chekov as they kick the kissing up a few notches. Chekov runs his fingers through her hair and mumbles an I love you against her lips.
They part and Kitty nuzzles his neck. Her voice is a little breathy when she says, "I love you."
Chekov has heard those words many times in their seventeen years of marriage, of course, but they still make his heart skip a beat. He's still so in love with her... something that he can only express by kissing her again (and they're going to need to make some serious investments in lip balm).
It's a brief kiss this time. He grins at her. "If I told you that I love you more, would you argue that with me?"
"Of course I would. We love each other exactly equal amounts."
"A diplomatic reply." And then they're kissing again, but Chekov won't let a thing like that keep him from talking. "Since love can't be quantified--" smooch "--I won't challenge it." He won't doubt her, either. He trusts her to stay with him, and he trusts what they have. Kitty could have left him any number of times, even after they were married--there were times when he wouldn't have blamed her because he couldn't stand being around himself--and she didn't. She hasn't, and he isn't afraid that she will. She's loving and patient and true and he will never doubt those qualities in her.
Hopefully she won't doubt those qualities in him, either, because she's everything. Maybe that isn't fair to her, but life in MarinaNova is so small. This is their whole universe and everything in it is exponentially more important than it would be if they were free. She's not just his wife--she's his dreams and his future. She's entire stars and solar systems and galaxies.
"Oh, no, I totally found a way to quantify it. I've been quantifying the heck out of it all over the place." Still kissing. Never tired of the kissing. "I would show you the results but they're top secret. Hush, hush."
"When was the last time that I told you I love the way you say quantify?" Chekov pulls back slightly to look at Kitty and her messy morning hair and thoroughly-kissed lips. She's so beautiful. More beautiful than she was when they were younger, even, now that she isn't so haunted.
"Quantify." She smiles up at him. "I think it was on a day ending in three. I like the way you say vivify."
"You're mocking me." He gives the tip of her nose a fond kiss anyway. "I was going to offer to make pancakes for you, but now maybe I won't."
"You can't make me pancakes. Pancakes imply getting out of bed and I have strong feelings about that subject, husband."
"And I have strong feelings about pancakes, wife." This is not all that true at his particular moment.
Kitty drops a kiss against his neck. "Don't think I won't pin you."
"I think that you would." And, with a clear invitation, "Maybe you should."
Yeeeeah?" Kitty seems very on board with this suggestion. "We are going to earn those pancakes."
He pulls her close and mumbles something that's definitely agreement. Whether he's agreeing with the idea that they will earn pancakes or agreeing with their circumstances in general is a mystery.
Source: Roleplay (MarinaNova)
Time: Who even knows, like. Twenty-three? (or age fortyish because magic)
Kitty and Chekov, both twenty years older, are snuggled up in bed together. She rolls over to look at him. "What have I told you about letting mornings happen?"
"Not to let them?" He yawns and rolls closer. "I like mornings."
"Is that why you won't reprogram only night for me? I should have put a longer list of demands into my vows."
"If there were no mornings, I wouldn't get to hide from them with you." He would by lying if he said that this wasn't one of his favorite parts of the day. It's that happy pause before the day starts in earnest and reality reasserts itself. "You were wise not to ask too much of me."
"Damn me always being so wise." Kitty stretches to kiss him, a smile on her lips. "You're pretty in the morning. That's why you're so in favor of them. I know your secrets."
He kisses her back lazily. "You're prettier, and not only in the morning. Am I boring now that you know all of my secrets?"
"So bored. That's why I keep sleeping with you."
"I was under the impression that you appreciate my consistency."
"I appreciate your everything."
Kitty slides an arm more securely around Chekov as they kick the kissing up a few notches. Chekov runs his fingers through her hair and mumbles an I love you against her lips.
They part and Kitty nuzzles his neck. Her voice is a little breathy when she says, "I love you."
Chekov has heard those words many times in their seventeen years of marriage, of course, but they still make his heart skip a beat. He's still so in love with her... something that he can only express by kissing her again (and they're going to need to make some serious investments in lip balm).
It's a brief kiss this time. He grins at her. "If I told you that I love you more, would you argue that with me?"
"Of course I would. We love each other exactly equal amounts."
"A diplomatic reply." And then they're kissing again, but Chekov won't let a thing like that keep him from talking. "Since love can't be quantified--" smooch "--I won't challenge it." He won't doubt her, either. He trusts her to stay with him, and he trusts what they have. Kitty could have left him any number of times, even after they were married--there were times when he wouldn't have blamed her because he couldn't stand being around himself--and she didn't. She hasn't, and he isn't afraid that she will. She's loving and patient and true and he will never doubt those qualities in her.
Hopefully she won't doubt those qualities in him, either, because she's everything. Maybe that isn't fair to her, but life in MarinaNova is so small. This is their whole universe and everything in it is exponentially more important than it would be if they were free. She's not just his wife--she's his dreams and his future. She's entire stars and solar systems and galaxies.
"Oh, no, I totally found a way to quantify it. I've been quantifying the heck out of it all over the place." Still kissing. Never tired of the kissing. "I would show you the results but they're top secret. Hush, hush."
"When was the last time that I told you I love the way you say quantify?" Chekov pulls back slightly to look at Kitty and her messy morning hair and thoroughly-kissed lips. She's so beautiful. More beautiful than she was when they were younger, even, now that she isn't so haunted.
"Quantify." She smiles up at him. "I think it was on a day ending in three. I like the way you say vivify."
"You're mocking me." He gives the tip of her nose a fond kiss anyway. "I was going to offer to make pancakes for you, but now maybe I won't."
"You can't make me pancakes. Pancakes imply getting out of bed and I have strong feelings about that subject, husband."
"And I have strong feelings about pancakes, wife." This is not all that true at his particular moment.
Kitty drops a kiss against his neck. "Don't think I won't pin you."
"I think that you would." And, with a clear invitation, "Maybe you should."
Yeeeeah?" Kitty seems very on board with this suggestion. "We are going to earn those pancakes."
He pulls her close and mumbles something that's definitely agreement. Whether he's agreeing with the idea that they will earn pancakes or agreeing with their circumstances in general is a mystery.