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In the house we will live in [Closed]

The house that Nura set her heart on was next door to Ben's. It was a sturdy structure, with two floors, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a basement, two bathrooms, and extra rooms that she and Querl could fill with whatever they wanted. She'd already started to hang some of her drawings in hand-made frames on the walls.

It had taken her and Ben many weeks to clear away the rubble and fix up the chipped walls and fill in the numerous dents and cracks in the structure. But it'd been worth it last week when she and Devlin had finally gotten to the paint and brushes. They'd had to keep coming back to finish all the rooms, but they'd accomplished the incredibly large, time-consuming task. As Nura guided Querl from the lifts to the City, to the front yard of the house, she wondered if the paint would be dry by now.

"This way." She pushed aside the front gate, and let them both in. "Careful on the path, I'm putting in cobble-stone." She continued up to the front door, stepping up to the porch, reaching over to the light fixture on the side of the house. "It's not really cobble-stone, but I'm using chunks from the old damaged buildings in the City to play a part."

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"It looks adequa- It looks nice." He said tentatively. Or at least, he thought it did for a nonColuan house. His own world's structures were very different. Practical, efficient. But he had become accustomed to inelegant designs and as long as he had one well designed room to sequester himself to he couldn't complain.

The thought of living in a home with Nura was... Well, it was rather new. There were moments when he forgot she was alive. She was from a later time than he was, she had told them that. When they had been married. Married, him? The odds of that were something he didn't care to calculate.

"Well it's not done just yet." She laughed softly. She floated back to him, wrapping an arm around his. "It was originally supposed to be a surprise. But then, you don't really like things being kept from you, do you?"

"No, I do not." He tried to relax. "When you are from, did we live in the Legion headquarters or in a home like this?"

Nura put a hand on his arm, feeling the tension. "We lived in Legion HQ. In your quarters, since we decided that it would be better to just get a bigger bed than to move into an entirely different, bigger quarters, to be fair to other Legionnaires."

She chuckled softly. "I believe our first fight as a married couple was over the amount of shoes in our closet. ...or was that over me stealing your clothes that one morning?" She brought her bottom lip over her bottom teeth, feigning thoughtfulness in an act of impish quality.

"Hmmmm."

"Why would you steal my clothes?" And now he was contemplating just how many shoes Nura had had. He was sure he didn't want to know the answer.

She shrugged her shoulders, smiling. "To make you stay in bed."

Querl actually laughed. "That is a rather effective means of accomplishing that goal."

Nura smirked. "I gave them back two hours later. And you never looked more relax."

Guh.

Yeah, Querl's brain just went there. You'd be surprised how hard being sexually repressed really is. Or not.

"That sounds very tempting." A pause. "Although I would not advise stealing my clothes if I am working."

"Really now..." Nura reached up to brush her fingers against his chin ever so softly...

"You know how I feel about my work." He paused. "Not that being with you is undesirable."

"Having fun with your hormones, Querl?" Nura laughed, retracting her hand and starting to walk up to the front door. "Care to step inside our home, Mr. Dox?"

"Indeed I do." He followed her. "And I believe I could be having more fun with my hormones."

Nura unlocked the door, pushing it open. She gave Querl a sly, suggestive smirk over her shoulder. "Well...there's a bed upstairs that has yet to be broken-in yet..."

The house had some furniture when Nura happened upon it that fateful day with Ben. The tables and most of the appliances had easily been repaired thanks to the brilliance of Reimi's teachings in mechanics, and Ben's helpful methods and knowledge in the fields.

The couches and chairs and much else had to be made from scratch, however. This was thanks to Ed and Rein, who'd happily given their services in exchange for practically nothing. Nura was still planning on a way to repay them in surprise.

Upstairs, true to Nura's words, there was a bed, in the one room that Nura had decided would fit her expectations size for her and Querl's bedroom. She'd been hiding Querl's new clothes in the spacious closet, and as soon as they entered the room, she'd zipped away from his hands to the closet and quickly retrieved the packaged goods.

Now, seated tailor-style on the bed, she waited for Querl to come out of the bathroom, trying on his uniform. She'd done her best in describing to Rein what she (Nura) had wanted in Querl's uniform. A perfect replica of...

"You wore the same uniform back home, you know?"

Querl was taking his time admiring himself in the mirror.

"It's rather bulky." But the more he looked at it the more he liked it.

Hm, he did look rather good in it, didn't he?

"Well I kind of asked Rein to add a little more to the jacket so that I could wear it as well..." Nura flopped back onto the bed, kicking one leg up over the over.

"Are you staring at yourself in the mirror, again?"

It was quite an adjustment for someone used to wearing a skintight uniform.

Querl had been running his hands over the jacket's sides when Nura spoke and when she finished he instinctively jerked his hands away, though she couldn't see him.

"Of course not." He snapped.

Nura laughed. "Hey hey. We both agree that you're sexy, so don't pitch a fit." She picked a pillow from the head of the bed and hugged it to her chest, rolling over.

"You going to let me see or do I need to come in there?"

Querl had to stop himself from making a retort. Old habits die hard. Instead he opened the door to let Nura see him ~~in all his sexiness.~~

Nura rolled over again, head off the bed, looking at her husband...upside down. She smirked. "You look zeta-awesome, but..." She rolled over once again, eyebrows arched suggestively, and a sly come-hither smile on her face.

"...you'd look better without it."

Querl smirked. "You really enjoy taking my clothes off, don't you?"

Although he wasn't sure if he was up for yet another round just yet.

...He had a feeling this was going to be a recurring problem.

"As much as you enjoy taking off mine?" She reached out and flung the pillow at him. "Hah. Nailed ya."

Querl caught it. "Literally." He flung the pillow back at her.

The pillow smacked her in the face and fell to the floor. "Ohhh...you are doomed." Grabbing up more pillows, she flung them one by one at her husband in rapid fire, grinning like a kid in a candy shop.

"Nura!" He couldn't catch or block all of the pillows and one hit him in the face too. "You are not two years old."

Nura stuck her tongue out. "Nnnnnn! Lighten up and have some fun. Smile." She then got to her feet on the bed, putting her hands on her hips. "Mr. Grindwump-pants." She stuck her tongue out again, laughing brightly.

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