Day 3 - Morning After
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There was a light, floral aroma that wafted through the air. Akrona sniffed the pleasant smell, humming while she slept. Her eyes were shut and she might as well have been dead to the galaxy. But calm stillness of her surroundings were being disturbed just ever so slightly.
Light tapping on some sort of device, someone was sipping from a cup, and the low buzzing from the ship’s engines—that were rooms away—was getting louder and louder in her mind.
Akrona huffed, blinking her eyes open.
“Are you alright?” Quinn asked, his voice calm and quiet from behind her.
“Hmm?” She pushed herself up, stretching and yawning. “Oh yes. I’m fine.” Rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes, Akrona turned to look at Quinn. “I just couldn’t sleep anymore.”
He sat at the computer terminal in her—no, their room. There were several datapads on top of the flat surface along with a steamy cup of caf. On the nightstand next to the bed was a warm cup of tea with the same smell that had stirred her from sleep earlier.
“I hope I didn’t disturb you,” he said, moving from the computer console and sitting down next to her in bed.
Akrona took a sip of the warm tea and set it down. “Not at all. Besides, this is a good time as any to get up.” She smiled as Quinn leaned forward to give a light kiss.
Only after he pulled away did Akrona notice she was still completely nude from the night before.
Akrona grasped at the blanket, trying to cover herself only to let go of the blanket with a giggle. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter than I’m under dressed in front you.”
Quinn chuckled, “No it does not... In your defense it was a rather… busy night.”
Akrona nodded, biting at her lower lip. “It was indeed.”
“I’m sorry we couldn’t have a more proper ceremony,” Quinn replied quietly. “It’s just that—”
“Oh Force, Quinn.” Akrona shook her head and kissed him. “It’s alright. I don’t care about an elaborate, fancy ceremony.” She pulled him closer for another, deeper kiss. “I have you.”
“I—”
“And that’s all that matters,” she assured, combing through his dark hair with her fingers.
Quinn paused for a moment, cupping her face with a warm hand. “Of course… my love.”
Akrona nuzzled into his touch, placing a kiss on his palm. “So then, anything I should know about this morning?”
“Actually…” Quinn rose from the bed and sat back down at the computer console, taking a datapad in his hand while Akrona fetched one of her shawls from across the room with the Force.
“I have discovered an unexpected surprise,” he said, “Per Imperial Ordinance 33-618, paragraph c, the Ministry of War issues incentives to married personnel in active service.”
Adjusting the long, ornate fabric around her frame, Akrona bit down a smile as she watched her new husband continue.
“The reward just came through, along with a personal message from the Minister himself.” Quinn looked up from the datapad and down at Akrona on the bed. “He sends his respectful congratulations to my lord.”
“Well that’s, uh… nice of him.” The shawl draped around her shoulders cascaded down to the floor as she stood. “Do you think we should… reply? You know… Tell him thank you?”
Quinn shrugged. “If you’d like.”
Akrona came up to him and kissed his cheek. “You’re always so diligent, Quinn.”
“Heh, you know,” Quinn whispered in her ear, “in light of our new commitment, perhaps you should start calling me ‘Malavai’.”
With a bright smile Akrona giggled in response. “I’ll just call you ‘husband’. How’s that?”
“Please do not.”
“Oh-oh! Or maybe ‘hubby’.” Akrona’s frame shook slightly from suppressed laughter while a playful grin was plastered on her face.
Quinn shook his head and smiled. “I know better than to take you seriously. I’m going back to work…” He tilted his head up to kiss her again, before reluctantly turning back to the datapads with a warm smile. “Wife.”
