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Knightly Valentine's Day

A Council of Thirteen universe story

One shot

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"This is your Valentine's Day surprise?" Omer heard Geraldine gasp in pleasant surprise as the burst of white light that accompanied his long range Teleport faded and revealed that he had transported them to Helena's private Caribbean island.

"Yes," Omer asked his wife, turning to him and pecking his cheek. "Thank you. Did you rent the whole island?"

"Helena offered us the whole island for the week." Omer corrected. "She owns it."

"Ah! So this is the private island of hers that I've heard so much about from your fellow Lords." Geraldine said with a nod as she continued to survey their surroundings with barely contained glee.

Omer couldn't blame her. The island around was a veritable tropical paradise. And though visiting such was perhaps not the most romantic thing, or at least outside of season, Geraldine loved visiting the beach so he was more than happy to throw common perceptions out the window.

"Shall we put away our luggage and then explore the island?"

"Nonsense," Geraldine said with a roll of her eyes as she snapped her fingers and summoned a pack of her fairy familiars. "Our familiars can handle that. Let's start exploring now."

Omer laughed at his wife's enthusiasm and followed her lead, summoning a half dozen or so specters to assist Geraldine's fairies as they began carrying their luggage towards the villa that dominated the center of the island.

"As my lady commands," Omer said, offering his wife an arm.

"To adventure!" Geraldine cheered as she slipped her arm into his own.

Chuckling with amusement at his wife's antics, he began leading them towards the jungle that still dominated the majority of the atoll as they set out to explore the island.

Their exploration of the jungles of the atoll soon found them standing in a small cemetery hidden in a clearing in the middle of the thick foliage.

"The area is thick with necromantic magic." Omer noted as he surveyed the small collection of gravestones.

"Agreed." Geraldine replied, sounding bored. "Not the same flavour as your own but necromancy nonetheless."

"It must be the traces of the spellcasting done by the coven of voodoo practitioners that originally owned the island before they gifted it to Helena."

"I see." Geraldine said, nodding with half-hearted interest.

Omer chuckled at her disinterest.

"You know, dear, for a centuries old lich, you have no appreciation for history."

Geraldine just shrugged. "What doesn't interest me, doesn't interest me. And history is exactly that."

"That is true." Omer agreed with another chuckle. "That being the case, why don't we see the rest of the island? Hopefully, we'll find something that might actually interest you."

That seemed to perk his wife up and shooting him a cheeky grin, she slipped her arm out of Omer's arm and ran ahead.

"Come on slowpoke!" She said, laughing teasingly over her shoulder.

"Coming, dear!" Omer shouted back as she jogged after her.

After spending the first two days exploring the island, Omer and Geraldine decided to spend the third day just enjoying the beach. Well, Geraldine did. Omer honestly did not see what was so good about just lazing on the beach.

As such, he rolled his eyes at his wife who dressed in a orange retro-style bikini set with a triangle bikini top and side tied bottoms that was liberally decorated with white polka dots had laid down on one of the two decks that chair their familiars had carried out for them from the villa and was reading a book as she sunbathed.

"Geraldine, you do remember that as a lich you don't actually need to sunbathe to get a tan, correct?" Omer pointed out. "Our bodies, including our appearance, are maintained entirely by magic. We can change it as we will, including giving yourself a tan should you so choose."

Looking away from the book she'd been reading, Geraldine turned to him with a frown. "I am enjoying myself and that's all that matters."

"Fair enough," Omer conceded with a sigh. "But if you're busy enjoying the sun then what should I do?"

"Oh, I'm sure that you can find something to entertain yourself," Geraldine said with a laugh. "How about you go train? That's what you always do when you need to kill time."

Well, she isn't wrong. Even if I'd much prefer to spend some time with her.

Sighing, Omer stood from his own deck chair. He knew a lost cause when he saw one and trying to convince his wife in this instance was exactly that.

"I suppose I might as well."

Nodding, Geraldine turned back to her book.

"Be back for dinner," she said distractedly. "I'm cooking."

"Noted, love." Omer said as he stalked into the jungle to look for a spot that would serve as a good training spot, knowing when he was being dismissed.

This is absolutely beautiful. Geraldine sent to her husband telepathically as the two of them exploited their undead nature to walk through the coral reef that surrounded the island they were holidaying at. It was full of shelves of colorful corals that were surrounded by schools of equally eye-catching fish.

Indeed. Omer agreed. Nature is capable of creating truly breathtaking wonders.

I can't agree more. Geraldine returned, her mental voice tinged with a thoughtful hum.

What do you have in mind, love?

In lieu of a proper answer, Geraldine tapped his arm and pushing off the ocean floor began to swim away.

Tag you're it. She sent him playfully, her mental voice ringing with laughter.

Laughing at her merriment, he began swimming after her in pursuit. It was thus engaged in innocent play amidst the reefs of the island that they spent the remainder of the day.

On the last night of their little holiday, Omer lay on the king sized bed of the villa's master bedroom and waited in eager anticipation for the surprise that his wife had promised him tonight. Something that she'd said was a reward for his thoughtful gift of bringing them to Helena's island for a holiday. One that she'd retreated to the ensuite bathroom to get ready for him.

A wait that came to an end as Geraldine stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a bright red, sexy lingerie set consisting of lace babydoll held up by a pair of spaghetti straps and a tiny matching panty.

"Like what you see, husband?" His beloved Geraldine asked as she sashayed towards the bed.

"Very much so." Omer confessed without shame. No heterosexual man worth their salt would when faced with a beautiful woman dressed as such and shooting him the bedroom eyes that his wife currently was, not be left hot and bothered.

As she reached the bed, he rose to embrace her but she pushed him lightly back onto the bed and instead moved to straddle him.

"Or," his wife continued as if having not heard his earlier reply whilst she playfully twirled the right strap that held up the babydoll humming meaningfully all the while. "Would you rather see what's underneath?"

"I will take whatever you offer me, wife." Omer said earnestly despite the raging hard on he was fighting with all his undead resolve.

"Good answer." Geraldine said with a chuckle as with deliberately slow, sensual motions, she slipped the babydoll off and tossed it aside, revealing her delectable breasts to the world.

"Enjoy, husband." She said lowering her upper body and presenting her chest to him.

"Bon appétit!" He said teasingly as he moved to suckle one of her teats and began massaging the other breast, causing her to throw her head back and let out a pleased moan.

Thus began a truly memorable night in the bedroom to cap off their little Valentine's Day holiday.

"That was a wonderful trip, husband. Thank you." Geraldine informed her husband as his Teleport brought them home after their week on the Fifth Lord's small slice of paradise.

And I must remember to find some way to thank Helena as well. Geraldine concluded as the burst of light that accompanied the Teleport spell faded. Hmm… What would she like? Maybe some bloodwine?

"It was my pleasure, my love." Omer said, raising their joined hands to his lips and kissing the back of her hand.

His actions had Geraldine chuckling and she would have teased him for his copying of the very untrue, or at least grossly exaggerated, chivalric stereotype when the hooting of an owl nearby had them both spinning in its direction.

"Is that a postal owl?" Geraldine asked in honest shock at the snowy owl that was perched on the back of a nearby chair with a scroll tied to one of its legs and shooting them an impatient look.

"It appears so," Omer said as he relieved the owl of its letter and it promptly flew away.

"How did it get through our wards? We don't have an exception for post owls." Geraldine said with a frown as she tried to puzzle out what was going on. They didn't correspond with any wizards and only those wand wavers made use of post owls. So how had the bird managed to get past their defenses and into their home?

"Nexus let her in," Omer explained as he read the letter. "It's here to deliver our invitation to Rose Iris and Dante's wedding."

"So those two finally decided to take the final step in their relationship?"

"So it would appear." Omer said as he handed her the letter.

"Are we attending?" Geraldine asked as she took the letter, but held off on reading it until she heard his reply.

"We might as well." Her husband said with a shrug. "We attended the last few."

"Don't be such a misanthrope, husband." Geraldine teased. "I'll draft our reply. How do they want us to deliver it? Return postal owl?"

"No, Rose Iris sent it to us that way as a joke. A play on her descent from wizards." Omer said with a shake of his head. "She said to just reply via email."

"Got it," Geraldine said with a nod as she began walking towards her study and her personal computer therein. "I'll go start working on our reply and shopping online for a wedding gift. Would you handle unpacking?"

"Leave it to me, love."

Turning back to him and playfully blowing him a kiss, she left him to put away their luggage. She had her own tasks to attend to.

Done!

Just a short look into the lives of Omer and his wife, Geraldine. Despite slice of life not being my thing, either as a reader or writer, I found writing this one shot surprisingly fun. So I hope you found it as enjoyable a read as it ended up being for me to write.

Till next time orevwa!