It feels weird in a sense to feel safe, to feel cocooned in an embrace, an arm thrown haphazardly over her waist and stomach. It feels like it shouldn't be a part of her life, as she peeks open her eyes and adjusts to the way that the world looks, to see the fact that beside her is her nightstand with the little lamp on it that is not on, and off further yet is her bedroom door. This is her chambers, the place she lives, has lived for a long time.
She peers down at the muscular arm thrown over her stomach and each curl of muscle is familiar to her, the way it reaches up almost tanly now, the familiar way she can hear him breathe behind her. Each breath in a steady, all too familiar rhythm.
This is real. She knew it was real. She isn't one for make believe or fantasy really. Kiki was much more of a do it herself kind of person, much more resolute and strong than to just wait around. Though she's discovered a secret joy in waiting, in being patient, but it still feels illusory.
Especially as she realizes how curled up around her, he is. Mitsuhide's comfortable, sound asleep, not minding whatsoever, what is going on. He's caught up in whatever dream he's been maintaining since the night before. She wiggled out of his embrace, dropping one socked foot to the floor. A little unsteady as she stares at him, still adjusting and refamiliarizing herself with this.
It's only been a few days, since their vows. It shouldn't still feel a little weird, should it? It's a lot like being thrown off balance every morning when you wake up, left feeling like you're still dreaming.
She hopes and prays that the unsteadiness and the early morning confusion go away soon. She'd rather enjoy being around him, being married, without the temporary daze of it all. She tiptoes to her closet, trying to find something a little thicker than her nightgown, a little easier to move around in.
"Kiki?" His voice is muffled by his arm, and she turns around to peer back at her husband, to watch him gain his bearings. He's already better at it than her, as if he's still imagining that they are fighting by Zen's side, curled up out of necessity, not out of anything else.
He sits up, and the blanket falls in his lap, and he finally spots her. His eyes light up at the sight of her, and her heart starts off on a fairly unsteady rhythm.
"Good morning." She offers like a song, not singing it, but somehow lifting it up a little more than strictly necessary.
"Good morning." He leans his legs over the side of the bed, prepared to get up and join her, "What's on the agenda for the day?"
"Probably our first meeting as husband and wife?" Kiki offers, as she grabs out comfortable clothes to move in, a lot like a knight's uniform, avoiding her pretty dresses; her wedding one had already felt really weird to wear, the other day, an old dress her mother had once wore, because her father's a little more sentimental than most noblemen, and she was willing to cater to his sentimentality when the idea was first proposed.
"Zen coming by?" Mitsuhide stifled a yawn in his hand, and finally stood up. "I miss him, and we have to serve him still, right?"
"We will." Kiki told him confidently, that's one thing that they definitely both agree on, serving Zen in some capacity, as knights and also as Earls. "I don't know if he's already on his way though." And Kiki paused to look at her husband, and swallowed. It still felt a little weird too as she goes to change, not leaving the room, not quite as bashful as that, though bashfulness probably is not the word for it.
And Mitsuhide's face turns a little pink regardless, and he appears beside her, to grab out his own clothes, a way to try to maintain his cool, and Kiki smiles, almost like a smirk lighting up her face.
"It's okay, you know?" She tells him genuinely, and he really looks at her, half-dressed and more watching him than anything else.
"I know. It will just take some getting used to." And for a moment, he pulls her close with an arm at her side and kisses her forehead, a little I love you, whisper soft against her hair, and he's getting ready.
The fact that he can overcome his nerves just long enough to fluster her a little is almost unreal, but that's another thing she should be used to by now, anyway. So she takes a deep breath and smiles and gets around, letting the moment rest where it's at.
They'll figure out this married life thing eventually, just they are still newly weds and new to this stage of their relationship, a little weird and a little hard to adjust to, but very delightful in its simplicity and its innocence.
It's a whole new way of knowing Mitsuhide, that's for sure, and a way that they both will eventually adjust to as well. New stages of a relationship are always a bit new and take some getting used to, after all.