I need this to keep myself writing while I work out the hot mess that is my long-fic Moments of Levity. This is written as a little series of sequel one-shots to an older story, Into the Open Air. Which is a complete and total work of fluff. Tis all meaningless fluff. Kristen Britain owns all these characters, I just play with them.
Karigan huffed and leaned back into the nest of pillows, glaring balefully at Mara who proceeded to change the dressing on her leg.
Zachary had been told pointedly to leave the room for the sake of her modesty, a directive that was enforced by Fastion pulling him out by the arm.
The chambers that had been arranged for her were technically those of the Queen, and as such she had been afforded every comfort for her status as the King's intended.
And by the gods, was the boredom driving her insane.
In addition to the wound on her thigh and the sprain of her wrist, her body was literally covered in small bruises and scratches. The long journey to and through Blackveil had taken its toll on her health and she had been sternly admonished to rest easy. Her newly appointed maid had even taken it upon herself to push little plates of food onto Karigan, reminding her that the king was worried for her health, much to the future Queen's chagrin.
Zachary was always about, sometimes bringing his work with him to lay strewn across the covers and discuss with her, and other times just coming in to sit next to her. Often sitting against the headboard with his boots off and feet up as he snuck a nap into his day. A few occasions he would slump over and rest his head on Karigan's lap, perfectly content as he drowsed.
These were moments that she relished and committed to memory. It was here in the late afternoon, a few hours after Mara had left, that found her gently pushing the hair out of Zachary's face as he slumbered on.
They had spoken of the rebuilding of Woodhaven, before he yawned amidst the many smiles and soft gestures. She settled back against her own pillows before patting the space next to her. With a childlike exuberance, he threw himself onto his back and wrapped his arms around her waist happily. It was only a few moments before he fell asleep.
Her hand brushed against the collar of his open shirt and across the back of his neck, delighting in the soft murmur that issued from his lips as he nestled closer.
There was no place they had to be at that particular moment. And goodness, but it felt wonderful.
The sun had lowered in the sky, throwing the last of its light into the windows, giving the room a sort of comforting glow.
The door, which had been open but a crack, slowly opened, causing her to look up drowsily in confusion.
But there was no one in the doorway.
A soft meow came from her beside, then a sleek gray body leapt upon the covers with its usual measure of agility and grace.
Karigan smiled and closed her eyes, feeling the little warm bulk settle between her and Zachary. She opened one eye and peered down at Ghost Kitty with a wicked grin, "I hope the royal terriers do not catch you snuggling with their master."
Ghost Kitty stared back disdainfully, before curling up and falling asleep between the convenient warm bodies.
If you have a fluffy/cheesy/lovey-dovey moment you want between those two, let me know.
