The covers and what's behind them
Pairing: Soval x human wife!reader
Summary: Soval surprises his adun'a with a gift he knows she will appreciate.
Warning: Established relationship; Human/Vulcan romance; clothes as a way of flirting, if it makes sense; reader is slightly tan since the pair lives on Vulcan; overall, just fluff, maybe a bit suggestive.
Ohzâesta - a Vulcan equivalent of a kiss
Once again, Soval thoroughly examined his reflection in the mirror. Everything seemed to be sitting in place; no loose threads, no strain folds. Just as a good garment should look. Thick fabric was soft and stretchy enough not to be restricting, but didnât cling to the body. Lines ran precise and neat, exactly as he wished them to be.
The ambassador stood a little prouder.
That had to do the trick, as humans said.
His beloved adunâa would return from the embassy at any moment. Working hours were cut short due to a celebration taking place following day; the building had to be equipped and decorated accordingly. All high-standing officials and leading ambassadors would attend, including Soval and his partner.
While, logically, they barely spent a day apart, it had been awhile since either of them could forget about duties and pay more attention to themselves or their spouse outside work setting. In Sovalâs mind, the party was a perfect opportunity to strengthen the bond they shared. Though official, the occasion allowed certain freedom which he intended to employ.
Sensitive Vulcan ear caught a soft woosh of an automatic door. Soval swept nonexistent dust from the cloth and straightened the jacket in a sharp move. His heart quickened its pace just a bit as he felt presence of his mate waltzing closer by each second. It was warm, peaceful, careless â a good sign.
He faced the entrance just in time to see Y/N crossing the door step. Her rosy face, slightly tanned thanks to daily walks in hot Vulcan sun, lit up in a bright, oh-so human smile which every time made the ambassador weak in his knees. In a few steps she was beside him, two fingers offered in ohzâesta.
As he reciprocated, her eyes skimmed down from his face and widened.
â Ashaya⊠- Y/N gasped in awe, lips cutely agape as she took in the sight in front of her.
Soval could barely hide an amused smile.
â Three days ago you, my wife, expressed regret over the fact that men of my culture rarely wore clothes highlighting the shape of oneâs body in public. â He watched his wife experimentally slide her hands down his chest. â I figured you might appreciate to witness this rule broken.
â Oh, you have no idea, adun!
The woman grinned, leaning back a little to have a better view of her husbandâs new attire which was clearly very much to her taste.
It was a suit of a pleasant leaf-green color â the shade of Vulcan blood. Once Y/N mentioned that humans deemed red, color of their blood, to be a symbol of passion and love. Was the choice of fabric a hint? Knowing Soval, probably. Elegant embroidery was running down the trousers and tracing the jacketâs cuffs, collar and leading edge. The latter was pushed to the right, asymmetry emphasizing the ambassadorâs broad shoulders and chest. Triangular buttons adorned with small green gems were the final touch.
Overall style was a clever combination of Terran and Vulcan tailoring traditions â as usual, everything was strictly covered up, and yet lines of the suit presented its wearer in all his glory. Whoever made it knew exactly what they were going for.
â Am I correct to assume you find this attire satisfactory, my wife? â Soval asked after a pause, voice slightly strained.
Y/Nâs mind was a mess â more than usual â but Soval was able to fish out a few sketchy phrases.
If he looked in the mirror, he would find himself the same color as his wear.
â More than you can imagine, Soval. â Y/N shot her flustered mate an adoring look. She lifted on her toes and planted a grateful kiss on his cheek. â I⊠I deeply value your determination to bring me joy, especially when it makes you go out of your way like this. I know how fond you are of your Vulcan garmentsâŠ
â That is only logical to express respect and affinity towards my partner with all possible means, ashayam. â Soval stated softly. â And, if you think wearing this burdens me, I inform you that I find it no less comfortable than any other garment in my possession.
Y/N drank in the view of her mate, unable to tear her eyes away. Soval, who was already quite attractive on his own, looked dashing. It wasnât like Y/N had never seen her partner in a suite â Vulcan ambassadors occasionally did abandon their flowing robes for something more âhumanâ while working with Earth representatives. But that costume held a different purpose than a simple courtesy.
It was made to allure and please. To please her.
Taking Vulcan conservatism into account, that was a very touching gesture.
â You are a treasure, darling. â Her arms circled around his neck. â If only I knew how to properly thank you for such a giftâŠ
Before Soval could respond, the woman remembered something.
â Actually, wait here, Iâll be back in a moment!
With that, Y/N sprinted out of the room, paying no mind to her partnerâs curiously raised brow.
He tried to prod at her mind â she was shielding up, but mischievousness lacing it promised something worthwhile for sure.
After much longer than âa momentâ, steps resonated in the corridor once again. Fast-paced at first, they gradually slowed down, then completely stopped, not reaching the door. She was nervous. Soval heard a loud exhale.
One step, another. Weird shuffling.
Finally, a figure entered the view.
Y/N proceeded in, her frame basking in gold and bronze of a traditional Vulcan dress.
As an ambassador of Earth, his wife understandably stuck with attires appropriate for her position. At home, she either snuggled in her âcomfort clothesâ as she called them, or his own robes, the latter being a pleasing, yet awkward sight with how disproportionally big they hang on her small human body.
Many times, in secret, the ambassador imagined what his wife would look like if she put on something reminiscent of his culture that wasnât his. Those thoughts were so intense, he had to meditate for an hour longer each time they visited him. At some point, he even forbade himself from indulging in those, concerned with a state of his mind.
But neither of the fantasies disturbing his peace in quiet could compare to reality. As illogical as it was, Soval was ready to believe that, if Vulcan sun died that very moment, his wife could easily compensate for its loss with the light of her radiance.
â D-do you like it? â Y/N spoke up too timidly for someone so beautiful.
Slowly, Soval came closer. His hand reached forward and wrapped around hers, stopping it from nervously tugging at the folds of the long skirt, and gently threading their fingers together.
â You look⊠- The Vulcan paused, searching for the right words. â You look in the way that makes me question limits of my control.
Now it was Y/Nâs turn to blush. She giggled.
â Can a simple piece of fabric really be a danger to ever-so-famous Vulcan stoicism? - She questioned rather sarcastically, glancing down at the complicated ornaments of her attire. - I doubt that.
â The fabric has nothing to do with my conclusion, ashayam. As you humans say, a bookâs content is much more important than its cover. But I dare say, at certain times the outside of a good book matches its core. â Soval looked his wife right in the eyes. â Being just as perfect and meaningful.
The woman smiled, widely, genuinely. Her eyes glistened with tears.
The free hand of hers found its way to the back of Soval's neck while her lips pressed against his.
â Looking at you, I couldnât agree more. â She whispered when the two finally broke apart.
Neither Soval nor his wife wanted to pull away, chemistry which seemed to be long forgotten lingering thick in the air. Each couldnât believe their luck, love flooding their shared consciousness to the point when it became hard to breathe.
The same idea simultaneously visited their minds.
â What do you say if we go out like this tomorrow? Kind of like a culture swap? I think it will make quite an impression!
Soval let out an approving hum.
â I find it an agreeable decision, my wife.
And, with very much logical passion, he leaned in and kissed her again.
