taggethed by @fassina and @captastra while i was off being not here. gracias, pals. i still have nothing new on chapter 15 (which i should be writing) but i've got...a tiny bit? of a scene i may keep from chapter 17 (manus' first weekend in pales). and also. i dashed off a wee five minute free verse poem while jawing with @vice-president-galade about chapter 19 that wasn't half bad, so i'll be polishing that some for when i eventually make it to that chapter. little bit of the first scene just below, the rest under the readmore:
"I expected Manus to beat me here," Axel said.
She lowered her novel and turned in her seat to see him smiling from the doorway, his cheeks still pink from the shower and dressed down in a button up shirt, tie nowhere to be seen.
"I'm sure he's right behind you." Vina set the book aside and stretched out her hand over the back of the couch. "You're gorgeous all dressed down like that, you know."
Axel grinned. "I know."
He came over to take her hand, and she tugged him down into a kiss, trailing her fingers up his arm to the nape of his neck where tiny droplets still clung to his hair.
"Come sit," she said. "We can go looking if he isn't here in a few minutes."
"As my lovely wife insists." He kissed her again and walked around the couch to sit beside her. "What have you been reading?"
"Mm." She hiked her skirt up and swung her leg over his thighs, and he set his hands on her hips reflexively. "Done Great Honor, by Henry Meade—Henrietta Meade, actually, but Rumburgian publishing houses wouldn't accept a manuscript from a woman in my great-grandmother's time."
His cologne was brighter on his shower-warmed skin, the notes given depth by the heat. She leaned in to kiss him again, her lips lingering on his as his thumbs slowly stroked across her hipbones.
"And what's it about?" he murmured.
"Societal woes," she said against his lips, and kissed him softly. "Tragic romance, class politics, the burden of duty."
"Sounds delightful."
"Oh, it's beautiful." She kissed him again. "Horribly bleak, though."
A gentle rap of knuckles on wood made Vina look up. Manus met her gaze with a small, one-sided smile. He was dressed almost as casually as Axel, his tie loosely knotted and his jacket missing.
"I can come back in a few minutes if I'm interrupting," he said.
Vina rose to her knees. Axel's hands slid from her hips to her backside before coming to a rest behind her thighs. She glanced down at her husband, and his lips twitched.
"Go on," he told her, too softly for Manus to hear. She smiled and looked back up.
"You aren't," she promised Manus, and extended her hand toward the doorway again. "Come here, love."
He hesitated for a moment, eyes going from Vina's to the back of Axel's head, then crossed the threshold into the library to take her outstretched hand. She squeezed it reassuringly.
"Love," he said quietly. He looked down at Axel like he was trying not to laugh. "Axel."
Axel tilted his head back to flash him a grin. "Manus."
Manus' control broke, and his laughing mouth met Vina's lips as he bent over Axel's head. It softened into a smile, and he returned her kiss chastely.
"This is cozy," Axel said in amusement. Manus began to straighten, and he added, "I'm not complaining."
Manus snorted and leaned back over him to give Vina another kiss, slow and soft, before gradually pulling away, brushing his lips against hers again and again as he did until he couldn't reach her anymore. A complex expression crossed his face as he looked down at Axel. A second later, it was gone, and he set his hand on Axel's shoulder and squeezed briefly before stepping away.
Vina dropped down to sit astride Axel's thighs, and he slid his hands back up to caress her hips. Fondness filled his eyes when she met his gaze.
"I love you, husband."
"My lovely wife," he said with a smile, and tilted his head toward the empty couch cushion where she'd discarded her novel. "As pleasant as it is to be trapped by you, I did have plans to get to know my lover-in-law better this afternoon."
four bright stars cross a carmine field,
comet trails of glory in their wake--
an orbit narrows, widens, narrows again,
binary stars and binary stars whirling through space
as gravity drags them closer
and closer
into a triumphant triune.
aloft, apart, the polestar watches their dance
and i--
i watch his.