With This Ring, Thee I Wed

[just_a_phase]

She's battered and bruised and--despite his insistence on carrying her bridal-style into their home and all the way to their bedroom--she's aware that Piotr is too.

Kitty doesn't care.

This. This is what she's been moving towards for a decade, even if at times she denied the fact. They've finally made it through all the pain and hurt and lies (to themselves as well as each other) and now--

They're actually married. She's kept her maiden name, while they both muse on if he takes her name or she takes his, but that means nothing.

The fresh ink on and in her skin tingles, even if rationally she knows it can't.

She's seen so many marriages fall apart, and she promises herself, nuzzling Piotr's neck as he shuts the door to their room with his body, that this marriage won't be one that does.

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[konocc]

He winces. "I don't want your mother."

Silently though, he moves his slick hands to her back, rubbing it gently.

[just_a_phase]

"Yeah, okay, bad timing to bring her up."

She's quiet for a few moments before asking quietly, "But would you like to see me with truly red hair?"

[konocc]

His countenance turns thoughtful. "No." Piotr moves one of his large hands into her hair. "It becomes more red when you let yourself be outside -" He frowns and she can tell he's fishing for words. "I am more outside person. Is you coming to me...outside -" He growls at his lack of verbiage. Worse, that hand comes to a halt.

[just_a_phase]

She just barely manages not to groan when his hands stop moving.

It's willpower, nothing else, that enables her to life both of his hands to her hair.

"Maybe you mean that I spend more time outside while you're also there, and less in my workshop?"

[konocc]

"That is part of it." The frown is still there, but his hand moves down her neck. "More like, I wish you to be well. Sun is good for you."

[just_a_phase]

"Vitamin D," she agrees. "I do have some sun lamps in my workshop."

But that's not going to make him happy, so one of her hands rests over the one of his that's on her neck.

"What if I promise to go outside at least an hour a day?"

[konocc]

He scoffs. "Technology is not always the answer." Her hands on him stop his Luddite rant.

"Watch some sunsets with me," he offers. "The farm offers good ones."

[just_a_phase]

"Tech's the first thing I turn to and always will be," she admits softly, saying something they both are well aware of.

Then she leans in to kiss him; it was supposed to be brief, but it quickly becomes passionate, which lengthens it.

When Kitty finally breaks the kiss, she manages, "Let me keep the dummies up for practicing my fighting, and you've got a deal."

Another kiss.

"--You'd have a deal anyway."

[konocc]

"Dummies are in your garden, but keep them there."

There is more kissing where that came from; in the hair, down the forehead, across the jaw

And

Going

Lower

[just_a_phase]

Oh God. It's too soon for him to--

"Piotr," she says breathlessly, "you--you know that when you do that I some--sometimes lose control of my phasing."

Sometimes actually means...well. Every time.

It should be noted that it's really obvious she's in no way protesting.

[konocc]

A few minutes later he's climbing down the stairs into the kitchen since it's just under the bathroom.

"Smug" is not a look he wears often, but here it is, hanging with the rest of him in the doorway with a single towel dangling over his finger.

[just_a_phase]

She snatches the towel from him and quickly wraps it around herself.

"This is all your fault," she manages between gasps. "Totally your fault. So glad we didn't go to a hotel."

[konocc]

He frowns a little. "Farmers cannot take time off," is his honest reply. "Besides -" Piotr waves a hand. "I am never sure what to do in a hotel, and the beds are too small!"

[just_a_phase]

Kitty's slumped against the fridge now, body limp and loose. She feels like she'll never move again.

She will, of course, and soon. Just...in a minute.

"Missing the point about why I'm glad we didn't go to a hotel, sweetie."

[konocc]

His eyes move over her and then shyly back down at his feet.

"No, I did not. But it is the man's job to put his wife in a suitable place." His eyes dart around the room, before he crosses it to get to her. "So let it be on me."

[just_a_phase]

She stares at him for a moment before moving to lean against him, nuzzling his neck for a moment.

"Jerk. I said I was glad that we weren't in a hotel. Phasing through the floor isn't the only reason I'm glad about it, either."