fic: Almost Accidents
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bonnefoisTitle: Almost Accidents
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema,
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3337
Author's Note: this kink meme prompt
Thanks to OblivionIsAtHand for pointing out some typos and making suggestions.
The bed slammed into the wall hard enough to make the incense burners above them sway. Good thing that Nahyuta had moved his royal residence into a different building. Because like hell she was keeping quiet. She'd come once already due to what he'd done with his tongue. And now, Ema dug her nails into his back as he thrust deeper and deeper into her.
Even as all she could make out were moans, fuckfuckfuck was what filled her mind. His cock filled her up just right. And every thrust left her breathless and panting. She'd never have a lover who could get her so hot just by being thrust into. Though his extra girth and stamina definitely helped.
Hell, she'd never had a lover who could get her hot just by reciting the phone book, or reading the opening statement of a case. (Let's just say fifteen minute recesses had doubled recently. Make that tripled.)
She loved the feel of his back muscles beneath her hands. The way she could feel them flex and move as he held her down with his body weight. His body was so graceful, so toned that nothing was better than wrapping herself around him whatever position they ended up in.
He started to pull away from her, and she could only think it was to change positions. But Ema was so close now, she couldn't take that risk. She quickly tightened her legs around him and kissed him so hard that she wouldn't be surprised if she left the taste of blood in his mouth. She hugged him close, inside and out until she heard a low groan against her. Her body was filled with the most intense burst of pleasure which came through inside her, and spread all the way out. She felt him come. The throb, the heat, the low gasp that she loved to elicit from him. It only made her own climax that much better.
Her hips rocked those last arcs of passion, and she didn't let go even when he wasn't hard anymore. She rode that afterglow high out for what it was worth. But the sudden rush of good brain chemicals was broken off as she remembered exactly what she'd forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Her grip tightened on him.
"Oh, damn."
"Am I hurting you?" he said, his voice full of concern.
"No, I just, um. remembered."
He rolled off her, and rested his palm against her. Keeping contact, and as a gesture of concern.
Ema sat up suddenly. The intricate, red and gold bedspread fell down, revealing her breasts to the cold air.
Ema had just run out of birth control pills a short while ago. She'd managed an online service because Khura'in lacked a lot of modern medicine and contraception due to the past regime banning it for some unknown reason. But the service had gone under and Ema hadn't figured out how replace it. She'd gotten so used to just assuming she was on the pill and if she had messy office sex with no condoms on hand, they'd be covered.
"Remembered?"
"Yeah, the pull out that wasn't."
He nodded. "Ah, that. I was wondering, but I was caught up in the moment."
"Yeah, me too."
It'd just been so hot. The way he'd been absolutely fucking her into that mattress, holding on tight to him and not letting him move as all that come filled her up... She hadn't exactly been thinking too hard, not with what was going on downstairs. Now all that talk about just keeping him from coming inside her seemed laughable in hindsight.
Because Ema knew damn well about precum and how unreliable the pull out method could be. She was a scientist, after all. And she'd known that she wouldn't be able to stop with just a little mutual oral. But, like hell was she going back to her dry spell of years plural of no sex. (The unsaid other reason she'd been so damn cranky during the Gavin years.)
But she'd done it all anyways. What could she say? Her boyfriend was hot, okay. He could effortlessly flit from discussion of law to science and then back to law, the tenor of his voice, the damn way he smiled and complimented her. It all just led straight to Ema tumbling farther into love--and usually, tumbling under the covers. It'd started innocently enough. He'd started talking about the perfect usage of semi-colons and gerunds and it was like her panties just hit the floor on their own accord. Even though she'd run out of birth control pills, the correct usage of the semi-colon multiple times won over reason and logic.
(Which was a whole five seconds more than the time he'd started a discussion on the ethics of the law and history of forensic science. She was pretty sure her panties had broken the speed of light that time with the way they'd gone flying.)
"Whatever, we live in a modern era and Plan B exists. We'll be fine," Ema said.
Nahyuta inclined his head. His silvery braid fell over his shoulder. Ema wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. So she did.
"In Khura'in?" he said.
"Oh, right."
Ema paused, his braid twirled about her fingers. No same day shipping, no twenty-four hour pharmacies. To say nothing of no fast food, Starbucks or all night convenience stores. Though Nahyuta was working on that as hard as he could. Nahyuta was trying to modernize the best he could, while still keeping Khura'in's unique culture intact, but building things took time.
"Well, then we'll have to improvise."
"Improvisation is left to the defense. I am a prosecutor; I study things thoroughly and then build a solid foundation on facts."
Ema let out a long breath. So here was their first pregnancy scare. A milestone, like the first fart in bed, first messy office sex over the important papers that had to be filed in two hours, first fight--actually they'd had both of those before they were dating. Though it'd felt like they'd always been dating, even before they really had started to. It actually made figuring out when they really began dating rather difficult.
Like she was some lawyer figuring out a big breakthrough on a case, Ema thought through the possibilities with surprising serenity. After all, she was the girl who did not just one, not two but three types of contraceptives in college for every single date that even had a chance of being that sexy. The sheer thought of how would I deal with a pregnancy scare made her shut down blind dates if the guy didn't pass the could I see spending any of my future with him? test.
Okay, and maybe she had high standards. Thankfully, Nahyuta met them all and then some. (A surprising amount of those standards related to Gerunds and ionic bonds, or at least the discussion of.)
But the freak out didn't come. Ema opened one eye, as if waiting for some kind of fallout. She closed her eye again and waited. Nothing, absolutely nothing. In fact, Ema found she was downright calm. She tried to imagine what kind of future this could lead to. In her mind she saw scenes of Nahyuta dressed in black, waiting for her at the end of the aisle, him cradling their child to his chest, and lulling their possible future child to sleep. She saw images of him reading their little one to sleep and carrying them around on his back, and teaching them to read.
She saw waking up curled together, and gorgeous, genius children who inherited all the best traits of both of them. She saw herself buying little lab coats and teaching her little ones the periodic table--a nice basic start.
In all these scenes he was damn handsome, deeply tender and intimate in a way she craved. Her heart swelled at the thought. She touched her chest and looked down in a sense of wonder. All this time she'd gone off on Nahyuta for not being transparent, and she hadn't even known how deep her own feelings went.
"What the hell...?"
"Is something the matter?"
"I just thought what would happen--and I realized I don't mind the thought of you getting me pregnant at all."
"...Then, I'll ask you to marry me," he said softly.
"And I'd say yes," Ema said.
His green eyes were tender as he intertwined his fingers with hers.
"You misunderstand. Perhaps I was not clear enough....This is me, asking you to marry me. Not just because of the potential of pregnancy, but because I truly love you. I've wanted to for some time, I did not wish to rush this. After all, you are so very precious to me."
He wasn't just her boyfriend or boss, he was her best friend. Just a few years ago she'd been still struggling to graduate and working underneath Prosecutor Gavin. Then she'd been a graduate with all the promise of being L.A.'s finest forensic scientist, until he'd come in and complicated her life in all the best ways.
And it wasn't just that the sex was incredible--because oh, it was--but so was the discussion. She could go on for hours--on every topic. He never got grossed out when she talked about decomposing bodies and the grosser part of forensics. And his 'sermons' on the history of Khura'in actually were quite interesting historically.
She thought, perhaps, theirs was the only relationship that had footnotes as foreplay. And damn if she didn't like it that way. (At this rate, it was getting hard to keep her panties on during normal conversations. They'd left more than a few official functions and parties early because he'd been wayyy too thorough in his chosen topic of discussion, and it'd turned her on too much. They'd even had to figure out a code word to convey that she wanted to sneak away with him and fuck on office furniture.)
Ema didn't even feel like running, or desperately picking up her phone to try and bring up an online seller to see if they had Plan B in stock, and shipped overnight express. just a faint surprise that she'd taken so long to realize. She'd spent so much time wrapped up in work and him that she hadn't even realized the shift.
"Tomorrow, I'll get you the ring. But for now, I want that promise. I want to hear you say the words."
"The answer's still yes," Ema said.
"Mmm. I love it when you say yes to me," he said against her skin.
Ema let out a shaky breath. If he kept it up like this, there was going to be another round. Or two. Or three.
"Can you imagine how we'll tell the story in the future of how we got engaged? 'Oh, Nahyuta was pounding me, and then when he came in me, we had a pregnancy scare and he popped the question.'"
"We'll keep this one to ourselves. Tomorrow can be the one others know about." He leaned in and kissed her neck. "There are some parts of you that I do not want to share."
Well, there went the last bit of her self control. Ema tugged on him, and guided him back on top of her. When she finally had that amazing pressure of him pinning her down, she a ground against him. Nahyuta let out a low groan. She could already feel him growing hard against her again. "You're a very tempting person, Ema," he said in a hoarse whisper.
"Come on. I need more attention."
He lifted his pale, thick brows. "You wish for more?"
Ema smiled suggestively. "Yes. I want an eight hour punishment."
"Then why did you not say so? I shall go get the book of sutras..."
"Not that kind of punishment! The kind in bed! Where I get multiple orgasms!"
"That doesn't sound much like a punishment. Shall I add some readings to make sure it it properly feels like a reprimand?"
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "Oh, come on. Play along, would you?"
She saw his slight smile. It'd taken quite a bit for him to keep himself from laughing.
"You sly fox! You knew all along! Come on, fuck me again. I'm all in for whatever happens, as long as you're there with me. So no pulling away or anything."
A rational part in her brain pointed out that being this aroused so soon after sex was probably hormone release due to ovulation. Ema pushed that thought back in her mind. She was too turned on, didn't care. Couldn't be bothered to wait. Also if they did? They'd have intensely pretty and smart babies, and she just knew he'd be a good dad. It was an instinctive feeling, deep within her.
If they didn't, then they'd have more time with just them. And by just them, she meant, the cases, and the entire country of Khura'in, and the messy office sex. Not necessarily in that order.
(She mentally pushed out the huge chance of her children carrying the spirit channeling gene, or being outright spirit channelers. This was not something she was going to focus on this second.)
*
At breakfast, Ema rested her head against him. He took her hand and gave her knuckles a long, lingering kiss. When he had finished, he stared into her eyes. She smiled, and took his hand in hers.
The long breakfast table that fed all the staff from guards to other detectives was largely empty. The food hadn't been put away--much to Ema's relief. Empty bowls still lined the table, and empty chairs were pushed in close, where guards had once been. The lamps at the stone walls had burned low with the cold winds that seemed to slip through every crack.
The banners with the emblem of spiders were long gone, replaced by the old regalia of Queen Amara, until Rayfa's own could be created.
Her clothes were rumpled, the less said about her hair the better, and Ema just knew she had bags under her eyes. (If anyone asked, the bags under her eyes were Prada..) She hadn't even had time to put on some lip gloss.
And His Ephemeral Holiness over here managed to come out looking perfect, even after an all nighter of the most carnal kind. Wasn't that just typical him?
Ema stretched and let out a groan. She was damn sore, she felt almost hungover--even though she hadn't had a single drop of alcohol, and it felt amazing. The sheets would have to be washed--it wasn't even a wet spot, more like wet polka dots. Nahyuta didn't even speak as he sipped at his tea. She'd like to think his brain was about as mushy as hers was this minute. (But, knowing him, he was probably meditating.)
She couldn't even remember how many rounds they'd had. He'd really pushed deep into every inch of that monk magic, and they'd fallen asleep when the gray of dawn was in the sky. Now at noon, they were late and sipping at tea in an attempt to stop being so groggy. It was only partly working, given that more alertness only led her to think what his frock coat would look like on the floor.
Ema ran her fingers over the edge of his gilded white frock coat. He looked from his contemplation. Probably of the future of Khura'in and the law, though Ema liked to think now that she was around, she got a starring (and naked) role there.
"Nahyuta, are you sure you can't sleep a little more? Maybe have a nice royal nap?" Ema said.
"I have a country to run. However, I will be fine. ...I would not trade last night for an entire day's sleep." He took her hand and kissed the knuckles.
She leaned in, and kissed his cheek. "Good, because I'm about ready to make a repeat performance."
"You try the limits of my stamina, Ema," he said.
Ema smiled big. "You always said that the true measure of skill is how one is challenged. I'm just that good at challenging you... in every way possible."
Apollo let out a sigh, rolled his eyes, and set his spoon aside. He may not have been staff, but still came for breakfast on Nahyuta's insistence every day.
"Honestly...I'm trying to eat over here, and you're both about ready to eat each other. Get a room already, and let me eat my soup in peace," Apollo said.
Ema leveled her gaze on Apollo. Her grimace turned into a too-sweet smile. "We did. All night long, in fact. I'm surprised you didn't hear it with the way we were going on. I was really loud. Thanks for showing such care about us, though. Love it."
Apollo let out a gck noise at the back of his throat. He looked just like when his bluff had been found out by a prosecutor.
"Be kind to her, Apollo. She's my future wife."
Apollo looked less than enthused. "I'd say a congratulations is in order, but I'm still taking in the news."
"And the soup. It's all over your tie, now," Ema said.
Apollo lifted up his tie and let out another sigh. "This is the third one this week."
He got up to try and dab away the bright red spices that filled the morning soup ration.
Ema groaned and leaned against Nahyuta. "Ugh, I want a nap. I was up until dawn. You were too. How can you be so awake? Do they put something different in this tea or something? Some kind of Khura'inese Redbull with vodka in it, maybe?"
"I have much experience in working long cases."
"Yeah, you pull all-nighters all the time..." Ema yawned loudly, and covered how her mouth with her hand, "Anyways, you're the Prince Regent. You rule the whole damn place. Why don't you just declare it a holiday? Call it National Ema day or something."
With one last kiss, he gently helped her back in her seat, and rose.
"You're going?! Wait, you're really going to do it?"
"How could I refuse a request from my lovely soon-to-be wife?"
"I'll remind you that next time I ask for a salary raise," Ema said.
"The Salary of a princess regent consort should suffice, I would think," he said.
Ema blushed bright pink. "Y-yeah, that sounds fine," Ema said.
God, he was so smooth, a smile like that could cut off her sarcasm in seconds. Ema took spoonfuls of the morning ration of soup, now lukewarm from all her talking. She figured she might as well keep her strength up for later. Because even if she collapsed in exhaustion by the time he got back there, she was going to get a good taste of him just for that comment alone.
*
Author's note:
This whole thing is just Ema going "I can't not fuck him!" And Apollo going "Really? In front of my salad?"
I couldn't resist.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema,
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3337
Author's Note: this kink meme prompt
Thanks to OblivionIsAtHand for pointing out some typos and making suggestions.
The bed slammed into the wall hard enough to make the incense burners above them sway. Good thing that Nahyuta had moved his royal residence into a different building. Because like hell she was keeping quiet. She'd come once already due to what he'd done with his tongue. And now, Ema dug her nails into his back as he thrust deeper and deeper into her.
Even as all she could make out were moans, fuckfuckfuck was what filled her mind. His cock filled her up just right. And every thrust left her breathless and panting. She'd never have a lover who could get her so hot just by being thrust into. Though his extra girth and stamina definitely helped.
Hell, she'd never had a lover who could get her hot just by reciting the phone book, or reading the opening statement of a case. (Let's just say fifteen minute recesses had doubled recently. Make that tripled.)
She loved the feel of his back muscles beneath her hands. The way she could feel them flex and move as he held her down with his body weight. His body was so graceful, so toned that nothing was better than wrapping herself around him whatever position they ended up in.
He started to pull away from her, and she could only think it was to change positions. But Ema was so close now, she couldn't take that risk. She quickly tightened her legs around him and kissed him so hard that she wouldn't be surprised if she left the taste of blood in his mouth. She hugged him close, inside and out until she heard a low groan against her. Her body was filled with the most intense burst of pleasure which came through inside her, and spread all the way out. She felt him come. The throb, the heat, the low gasp that she loved to elicit from him. It only made her own climax that much better.
Her hips rocked those last arcs of passion, and she didn't let go even when he wasn't hard anymore. She rode that afterglow high out for what it was worth. But the sudden rush of good brain chemicals was broken off as she remembered exactly what she'd forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Her grip tightened on him.
"Oh, damn."
"Am I hurting you?" he said, his voice full of concern.
"No, I just, um. remembered."
He rolled off her, and rested his palm against her. Keeping contact, and as a gesture of concern.
Ema sat up suddenly. The intricate, red and gold bedspread fell down, revealing her breasts to the cold air.
Ema had just run out of birth control pills a short while ago. She'd managed an online service because Khura'in lacked a lot of modern medicine and contraception due to the past regime banning it for some unknown reason. But the service had gone under and Ema hadn't figured out how replace it. She'd gotten so used to just assuming she was on the pill and if she had messy office sex with no condoms on hand, they'd be covered.
"Remembered?"
"Yeah, the pull out that wasn't."
He nodded. "Ah, that. I was wondering, but I was caught up in the moment."
"Yeah, me too."
It'd just been so hot. The way he'd been absolutely fucking her into that mattress, holding on tight to him and not letting him move as all that come filled her up... She hadn't exactly been thinking too hard, not with what was going on downstairs. Now all that talk about just keeping him from coming inside her seemed laughable in hindsight.
Because Ema knew damn well about precum and how unreliable the pull out method could be. She was a scientist, after all. And she'd known that she wouldn't be able to stop with just a little mutual oral. But, like hell was she going back to her dry spell of years plural of no sex. (The unsaid other reason she'd been so damn cranky during the Gavin years.)
But she'd done it all anyways. What could she say? Her boyfriend was hot, okay. He could effortlessly flit from discussion of law to science and then back to law, the tenor of his voice, the damn way he smiled and complimented her. It all just led straight to Ema tumbling farther into love--and usually, tumbling under the covers. It'd started innocently enough. He'd started talking about the perfect usage of semi-colons and gerunds and it was like her panties just hit the floor on their own accord. Even though she'd run out of birth control pills, the correct usage of the semi-colon multiple times won over reason and logic.
(Which was a whole five seconds more than the time he'd started a discussion on the ethics of the law and history of forensic science. She was pretty sure her panties had broken the speed of light that time with the way they'd gone flying.)
"Whatever, we live in a modern era and Plan B exists. We'll be fine," Ema said.
Nahyuta inclined his head. His silvery braid fell over his shoulder. Ema wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it. So she did.
"In Khura'in?" he said.
"Oh, right."
Ema paused, his braid twirled about her fingers. No same day shipping, no twenty-four hour pharmacies. To say nothing of no fast food, Starbucks or all night convenience stores. Though Nahyuta was working on that as hard as he could. Nahyuta was trying to modernize the best he could, while still keeping Khura'in's unique culture intact, but building things took time.
"Well, then we'll have to improvise."
"Improvisation is left to the defense. I am a prosecutor; I study things thoroughly and then build a solid foundation on facts."
Ema let out a long breath. So here was their first pregnancy scare. A milestone, like the first fart in bed, first messy office sex over the important papers that had to be filed in two hours, first fight--actually they'd had both of those before they were dating. Though it'd felt like they'd always been dating, even before they really had started to. It actually made figuring out when they really began dating rather difficult.
Like she was some lawyer figuring out a big breakthrough on a case, Ema thought through the possibilities with surprising serenity. After all, she was the girl who did not just one, not two but three types of contraceptives in college for every single date that even had a chance of being that sexy. The sheer thought of how would I deal with a pregnancy scare made her shut down blind dates if the guy didn't pass the could I see spending any of my future with him? test.
Okay, and maybe she had high standards. Thankfully, Nahyuta met them all and then some. (A surprising amount of those standards related to Gerunds and ionic bonds, or at least the discussion of.)
But the freak out didn't come. Ema opened one eye, as if waiting for some kind of fallout. She closed her eye again and waited. Nothing, absolutely nothing. In fact, Ema found she was downright calm. She tried to imagine what kind of future this could lead to. In her mind she saw scenes of Nahyuta dressed in black, waiting for her at the end of the aisle, him cradling their child to his chest, and lulling their possible future child to sleep. She saw images of him reading their little one to sleep and carrying them around on his back, and teaching them to read.
She saw waking up curled together, and gorgeous, genius children who inherited all the best traits of both of them. She saw herself buying little lab coats and teaching her little ones the periodic table--a nice basic start.
In all these scenes he was damn handsome, deeply tender and intimate in a way she craved. Her heart swelled at the thought. She touched her chest and looked down in a sense of wonder. All this time she'd gone off on Nahyuta for not being transparent, and she hadn't even known how deep her own feelings went.
"What the hell...?"
"Is something the matter?"
"I just thought what would happen--and I realized I don't mind the thought of you getting me pregnant at all."
"...Then, I'll ask you to marry me," he said softly.
"And I'd say yes," Ema said.
His green eyes were tender as he intertwined his fingers with hers.
"You misunderstand. Perhaps I was not clear enough....This is me, asking you to marry me. Not just because of the potential of pregnancy, but because I truly love you. I've wanted to for some time, I did not wish to rush this. After all, you are so very precious to me."
He wasn't just her boyfriend or boss, he was her best friend. Just a few years ago she'd been still struggling to graduate and working underneath Prosecutor Gavin. Then she'd been a graduate with all the promise of being L.A.'s finest forensic scientist, until he'd come in and complicated her life in all the best ways.
And it wasn't just that the sex was incredible--because oh, it was--but so was the discussion. She could go on for hours--on every topic. He never got grossed out when she talked about decomposing bodies and the grosser part of forensics. And his 'sermons' on the history of Khura'in actually were quite interesting historically.
She thought, perhaps, theirs was the only relationship that had footnotes as foreplay. And damn if she didn't like it that way. (At this rate, it was getting hard to keep her panties on during normal conversations. They'd left more than a few official functions and parties early because he'd been wayyy too thorough in his chosen topic of discussion, and it'd turned her on too much. They'd even had to figure out a code word to convey that she wanted to sneak away with him and fuck on office furniture.)
Ema didn't even feel like running, or desperately picking up her phone to try and bring up an online seller to see if they had Plan B in stock, and shipped overnight express. just a faint surprise that she'd taken so long to realize. She'd spent so much time wrapped up in work and him that she hadn't even realized the shift.
"Tomorrow, I'll get you the ring. But for now, I want that promise. I want to hear you say the words."
"The answer's still yes," Ema said.
"Mmm. I love it when you say yes to me," he said against her skin.
Ema let out a shaky breath. If he kept it up like this, there was going to be another round. Or two. Or three.
"Can you imagine how we'll tell the story in the future of how we got engaged? 'Oh, Nahyuta was pounding me, and then when he came in me, we had a pregnancy scare and he popped the question.'"
"We'll keep this one to ourselves. Tomorrow can be the one others know about." He leaned in and kissed her neck. "There are some parts of you that I do not want to share."
Well, there went the last bit of her self control. Ema tugged on him, and guided him back on top of her. When she finally had that amazing pressure of him pinning her down, she a ground against him. Nahyuta let out a low groan. She could already feel him growing hard against her again. "You're a very tempting person, Ema," he said in a hoarse whisper.
"Come on. I need more attention."
He lifted his pale, thick brows. "You wish for more?"
Ema smiled suggestively. "Yes. I want an eight hour punishment."
"Then why did you not say so? I shall go get the book of sutras..."
"Not that kind of punishment! The kind in bed! Where I get multiple orgasms!"
"That doesn't sound much like a punishment. Shall I add some readings to make sure it it properly feels like a reprimand?"
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "Oh, come on. Play along, would you?"
She saw his slight smile. It'd taken quite a bit for him to keep himself from laughing.
"You sly fox! You knew all along! Come on, fuck me again. I'm all in for whatever happens, as long as you're there with me. So no pulling away or anything."
A rational part in her brain pointed out that being this aroused so soon after sex was probably hormone release due to ovulation. Ema pushed that thought back in her mind. She was too turned on, didn't care. Couldn't be bothered to wait. Also if they did? They'd have intensely pretty and smart babies, and she just knew he'd be a good dad. It was an instinctive feeling, deep within her.
If they didn't, then they'd have more time with just them. And by just them, she meant, the cases, and the entire country of Khura'in, and the messy office sex. Not necessarily in that order.
(She mentally pushed out the huge chance of her children carrying the spirit channeling gene, or being outright spirit channelers. This was not something she was going to focus on this second.)
*
At breakfast, Ema rested her head against him. He took her hand and gave her knuckles a long, lingering kiss. When he had finished, he stared into her eyes. She smiled, and took his hand in hers.
The long breakfast table that fed all the staff from guards to other detectives was largely empty. The food hadn't been put away--much to Ema's relief. Empty bowls still lined the table, and empty chairs were pushed in close, where guards had once been. The lamps at the stone walls had burned low with the cold winds that seemed to slip through every crack.
The banners with the emblem of spiders were long gone, replaced by the old regalia of Queen Amara, until Rayfa's own could be created.
Her clothes were rumpled, the less said about her hair the better, and Ema just knew she had bags under her eyes. (If anyone asked, the bags under her eyes were Prada..) She hadn't even had time to put on some lip gloss.
And His Ephemeral Holiness over here managed to come out looking perfect, even after an all nighter of the most carnal kind. Wasn't that just typical him?
Ema stretched and let out a groan. She was damn sore, she felt almost hungover--even though she hadn't had a single drop of alcohol, and it felt amazing. The sheets would have to be washed--it wasn't even a wet spot, more like wet polka dots. Nahyuta didn't even speak as he sipped at his tea. She'd like to think his brain was about as mushy as hers was this minute. (But, knowing him, he was probably meditating.)
She couldn't even remember how many rounds they'd had. He'd really pushed deep into every inch of that monk magic, and they'd fallen asleep when the gray of dawn was in the sky. Now at noon, they were late and sipping at tea in an attempt to stop being so groggy. It was only partly working, given that more alertness only led her to think what his frock coat would look like on the floor.
Ema ran her fingers over the edge of his gilded white frock coat. He looked from his contemplation. Probably of the future of Khura'in and the law, though Ema liked to think now that she was around, she got a starring (and naked) role there.
"Nahyuta, are you sure you can't sleep a little more? Maybe have a nice royal nap?" Ema said.
"I have a country to run. However, I will be fine. ...I would not trade last night for an entire day's sleep." He took her hand and kissed the knuckles.
She leaned in, and kissed his cheek. "Good, because I'm about ready to make a repeat performance."
"You try the limits of my stamina, Ema," he said.
Ema smiled big. "You always said that the true measure of skill is how one is challenged. I'm just that good at challenging you... in every way possible."
Apollo let out a sigh, rolled his eyes, and set his spoon aside. He may not have been staff, but still came for breakfast on Nahyuta's insistence every day.
"Honestly...I'm trying to eat over here, and you're both about ready to eat each other. Get a room already, and let me eat my soup in peace," Apollo said.
Ema leveled her gaze on Apollo. Her grimace turned into a too-sweet smile. "We did. All night long, in fact. I'm surprised you didn't hear it with the way we were going on. I was really loud. Thanks for showing such care about us, though. Love it."
Apollo let out a gck noise at the back of his throat. He looked just like when his bluff had been found out by a prosecutor.
"Be kind to her, Apollo. She's my future wife."
Apollo looked less than enthused. "I'd say a congratulations is in order, but I'm still taking in the news."
"And the soup. It's all over your tie, now," Ema said.
Apollo lifted up his tie and let out another sigh. "This is the third one this week."
He got up to try and dab away the bright red spices that filled the morning soup ration.
Ema groaned and leaned against Nahyuta. "Ugh, I want a nap. I was up until dawn. You were too. How can you be so awake? Do they put something different in this tea or something? Some kind of Khura'inese Redbull with vodka in it, maybe?"
"I have much experience in working long cases."
"Yeah, you pull all-nighters all the time..." Ema yawned loudly, and covered how her mouth with her hand, "Anyways, you're the Prince Regent. You rule the whole damn place. Why don't you just declare it a holiday? Call it National Ema day or something."
With one last kiss, he gently helped her back in her seat, and rose.
"You're going?! Wait, you're really going to do it?"
"How could I refuse a request from my lovely soon-to-be wife?"
"I'll remind you that next time I ask for a salary raise," Ema said.
"The Salary of a princess regent consort should suffice, I would think," he said.
Ema blushed bright pink. "Y-yeah, that sounds fine," Ema said.
God, he was so smooth, a smile like that could cut off her sarcasm in seconds. Ema took spoonfuls of the morning ration of soup, now lukewarm from all her talking. She figured she might as well keep her strength up for later. Because even if she collapsed in exhaustion by the time he got back there, she was going to get a good taste of him just for that comment alone.
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Author's note:
This whole thing is just Ema going "I can't not fuck him!" And Apollo going "Really? In front of my salad?"
I couldn't resist.
