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Something something white reflection

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So. Some time has passed. A very high-profile wedding may have occured. And naturally, as soon as they came back, Rikus were being promoted to higher command and more desk-y position.

And being harassed by her subordinates when there were going to be kids. So here she is, in an office, telling Lumi (via phone, naturally), very flatly that she needs to actually admit she's dating the guy she got nearly sent to jail before she gets to lecture her about kids, and because she can work from home, she is doing this in a short dress and socks, instead of uniform.

This isn't going to get embarrassing when anyone comes home, clearly.]

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...Heyy, how come you get to punch reporters?!

[Priorities, Riku.]

Because I was born into and worked to further establish a massive political empire that makes most people on the street say that if someone claims I punched them, they're the liar.

[Kissing her cheek.]

Also because I can tell you that and you make the cutest pouting face.

[Siiighing, and kissing his cheek in return.]

I made one or two reporters cry, and they never let me hear the end of it...

Why did you punch a reporter, Victor? I'm the one with the temper and terrifying reputation.

I may be a politician, but I have a right to privacy... Besides, they can disrespect me all they want, but when they start talking about you or my sister, then I respond just the same as any man would.

[He leans back and pokes her in the nose.]

You are so indignant that you didn't get to punch a reporter.

...[Wrinkling her nose, and giving him that stare that usually means she's usually about to lay someone's thought processes out in an unnerving fashion.]

So what was it this time? That I've only married you to spy on Mar's politics, or that I'm a whore sleeping my way through the military and diplomatic councils?

Left out the part where they called my sister and I traitors and her a whore as well. He was trying to get a reaction; I imagine it was a far bit more than he expected.

[He tilts his head back.]

But come on, Riku, why are you so interested in something so dreary?

[Leaning up to kiss his forehead.]

I just want to know what to make sure to keep your mind off of the rest of the night. I can't take care of it the way I'd like, but I can take care of you.

You are patently ridiculous, Riku. Don't forget that.

[She's getting a kiss for being so sweet though.]

And you love it.

[Grinning, and kissing him back.]

Yes. Yes I do, god help me.

[And she's getting another kiss for good measure.]

[She'll make this one a good deal more passionate, then, and deeper.]

I love you too, dork.

I am many things, Riku, but I'm not a dork.

[And he'll respond in kind with a much more pasionate kiss than before.]

[Oh yes, she's okay with this escalation.]

How long did you convince yourself we were impossible, again?

That's far from dorky. I'll accept loser; your brother's a dork. I'm a lowlife. Very big difference.

[Running that hand back down her back.]

Yeah, well, you're my lowlife now.

[casually getting her hands a ...bit lower than his back, there, honestly.]

And I get the feeling you've got something on your mind.

Well, a dress like that says two things. Either you were too lazy to get completely dressed today, or you're wearing something underneath it. I like my odds regardless.

[She can honk his ass, he'll just slowly run a hand along the curves of hers...]

Hoohh...that sounds like we should take this down to the bedroom to find out.

[How these two get anything done is a mystery for the ages.]

[Working in different sectors, these days.]

Want me to carry you, or are you leading me along?

That depends on how willing you are to let go of me. I could get used to being carried around like some sort of queen, I'll admit.

[Let us all pray she never has to appear before the council.]

As much as I like my hands all over you... I figure we'll get to that momentarily.

[He lets her go after another kiss.]

Lead on.

[Well then. She'll just casually grab his ass and use that to steer him on down the hall. It's big enough for them to go abreast, she sees no reason not to be totally classy about this.]

As you wish.

[He has to not laugh at that sort of classiness, but when they get into the bedroom he'll return the favor and just grab a hold of her ass with a surprisingly strong grip.]

Look at you...!

What? I see nothing wrong with getting my hands all over my ridiculously hot husband, Victor.

[She hops a little bit at the ass grab, but she's also going to get rid of his tie to start out with, here.]

Says the girl who could have traded her career as a pilot for a modeling job at any moment?

[His tie comes off easily enough. He's just bound and determined to apparently tease her with that hand on her ass while they talk.]

[Unlike some people we could name, this one's actually grown pretty resilient against teasing, and is quite happy to just keep unbuttoning his shirt, flushed as he is.]

A model? See, this is where I'd like to be shy to see if I can get you to flatter me more, buuut I still get offers for 'potential ideas to boost morale' after that one calendar.

[You know, the one made not too long after he left the company. The one that might have funded the company for the last three years. The one involving her as something straight out of an old-earth pinup.]

I swear I had them all burned, and yet...

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