A/N: No magic AU in which Valtor and Griffin are newlyweds and are just moving in their new house. I couldn't resist.
Griffin looked at the broken glass on the floor before turning to Valtor who had just come back with their suitcases and was leaving them next to the couch.
He stopped when he noticed the look she was giving him. "What's wrong?" he asked, apparently already over the incident that was all his doing.
"Is this," she looked back to the glass shards on the floor, "really the way we had to start our life in our new home?" They hadn't even moved in yet and she already needed to break out the cleaning supplies and call someone to fix the broken window. It wasn't exactly the way she'd imagined their married life would start. Not that she'd imagined anything when it came to that. Certainly not him carrying her over the threshold as it was done in old traditions.
"I'm sorry," Valtor said, making her sigh. "I should've given you the key." She should've taken it herself. Or maybe just made him wear it on his neck to make sure he wouldn't lose it. But to be fair–to both of them–he didn't usually lose things. Or at least the things he valued. Which was exactly what was bothering her.
She took a deep breath. "Just go call the locksmith, and I'll clean this up," she said, turning to go find the closet. She vaguely remembered where it was supposed to be from their tour of the house but after that Valtor had been tasked with taking care of their new home while she'd been organizing the wedding. He'd assured her that everything had been moved in successfully and the house only needed the two of them to move in. And somewhere around that time he'd lost the damn key which had led to a broken window since they had no spare. And it would take some time to get a new one without the original.
"Griffin," Valtor caught her hand, halting her progress. "I'll make it up to you, I promise," his eyes found hers and the soft blue was like an ocean that would evaporate without her forgiveness. "I know we started off on the wrong foot but I'll make sure that things will run smoothly from now on. You know I'm not a liar." Whenever he'd say that, she'd inevitably believe him, for he'd never given her a reason to doubt him.
She nodded and smiled at him, her worries more or less put to rest, before she leaned in to kiss him.
He pulled her closer, pressing against her as his hand made its way into her hair while he ravished her mouth. She wasn't sure when was the last time he'd kissed her like that. Not that he ever lacked passion, but this was something else entirely. And she remembered now that it was at times when he was afraid that he held her so close that it felt like he was trying to make her a part of him. Afraid of losing her. He'd read the thoughts in her mind even though she'd been careful to go around them from as far as possible for the sake of both of them.
She wanted to say something to reassure him but she had no air left and he was faster.
"Why don't you go upstairs to change while I take care of the broken glass and the locksmith?" he suggested and she had to agree that that sounded heavenly. They'd just come back from their honeymoon–a thirteen hour flight–and she could use a change of clothes and maybe even a shower. "And maybe we'll have time to... explore the bedroom before we get company," he said against her lips, making her breath hitch.
"We did a lot of exploring on our honeymoon." Not that she had any objections. But she'd really been looking forward to seeing some more culture and they'd ended up not leaving their hotel room for two whole days. And room service meant that they didn't even have to go out for food.
"Not of this bedroom, though," Valtor pointed out, making her chuckle. "What do you say?" he asked as he touched his forehead to hers.
Griffin laughed as she pulled away from him and headed for the stairs. "Maybe," she said as she looked back at him. "You know where to find me." She started climbing the stairs. Maybe broken did bring good luck after all.
