Let's Play!

Marina arched an eyebrow, kissing at him a bit.

"Oh? How? "

His devilish grin gave away the lunch line without him even saying it.

"You really have no ideas? "

"Not a single one. Maybe you should help me figure it out? "

She totally knew where your little manly brain had wondered, and had even pulled out her nightstand drawer and made a cozy, safe space for their teeny tiny napping girl. Who was rather pleased to curl up on the stack of plushies and couple day old shirt to snuggle down to sleep once more. Mom n dad were exhausting.

"Come this way and I'll whisper it to you."

Marina motioned him closer, mouth claiming his.

/ I'm pretty sure I can think of better ways to use that stunning mouth of yours. /

/ha ha. You fell straight into my trap!/

She was in range now. His.

Oh yes, his masterfully hidden trap. The trap to which she did not see. His brilliant trap.

But really, she slept like a tuckered tot after their fun, down for the count in moments. Her watch did a gentle tinkle to signal a dying battery.

Ryder carefully slipped her watch off and put it on the charger before curling back up with her.

At least, for a while. Eventually he got up and went to the kitchen, which would soon have the house smelling like baked goods.

Marina grinned as she stretched slowly, rubbing at her face.

/ Darling.... it smells like blueberry muffins.... deliciousness?/

Please say that's what it was?

/ blueberry cobbler, / he corrected.

/ want some? /

/... do we have whip topping?/

She asked hopefully, smiling as she sat up slowly and grabbed his charging phone from the nightstand to text a simple "love you - Baby" to Ryker.

/I could make some whipped cream, but I already made icing for it. Do you not want that? /

Marina couldn't help the little delighted happy hum.

/ Best househusband : Ever. /

She declared as she soon appeared in the kitchen in a flowy, fluttery dress that looked a cross between fairy and reninsance fair.

" morning. "

Ryder stole a kiss before sticking a steaming spoonful in her mouth.

"A good one? "

Marina whimpered in delighted happiness.

/ Near orgasmic./

She confirmed with emphatic enjoyment.

" What's the occasion? "

To butter her up so?

"I just couldn't stop thinking about how much I love you and how happy I am to get to care for you."

Marina might have dropped to a knee and proposed to him right then and there if she wasn't distracted with the sweetness erupting in her mouth.

/ You're the best. I love you so much. /

She looked over him as she licked her lips

/ Thank you./

Ryder was equally distracted by the natural eroticism of her enjoyment, watching her mouth.

"Here, have some more. '

He offered her a bigger bite.

Marina grinned, easily accepting the bite from his fingers. She licked up every bit, shifting up to kiss him easily.

"You're wonderful. This is absolutely sinful."

"Then condemn me now because I love it."

He smiled at her earnestly.

Marina flushed a bit, kissing at him a bit before settling back down to be permitted more breakfast.

" I think you can be forgiven this one indulgence. Even the most pure would fall to this."

Well if he wanted her pleased he'd overshot to around cloud 9. It might have been her need to eat and actually being able to do so for the first time in a couple days without getting queasy after.

"Don't tell me that. I might be tempted to see what other trouble I can get away with."

He settled beside her with a coffee.

"You? Trouble? Certainly not. Delightful, delicious, skilled, handsome, tender, compassionate....."

She praised between each delighted, passionate bite.

/ gosh. Dessert for breakfast? You're clearly applying for sainthood./

Ryder chuckled.

"My ego is certainly pleased with the outcome. "

Marina let out a dreamy sigh when she realized she couldn't eat any more, laying doen her spoon and looking to Ryder. She reached up to cup his cheek, pulling him to kiss her.

"You're wonderful, my precious darling. I love you. Thank you for this. "

"It does me good to see you happy."

He smiled.

"Is that all you want?"

"I'd really, really like one of your yummy coffees?"

She proposed cutely with hopeful little stars in her eyes and everything.

He chuckled and offered her his cup as he rose.

"I think I can manage that"

Marina grinned big, smile bright as she eagerly welcomed the bean juice.

"You're so terrific. I need to go to the castle soon. I was thinking though.... wanna help me? It's time to start getting the place ready for the Annual Dimmura Holiday Party. "

She shared with a little extra twinkle to her, even if the thought of Ephriam created a tiny hint of sadness inside her.

"Only if you want it to be the most fabulous party ever! "

Marina grinned and moved to wrap her arms about him in a very enthusiastic kiss.

" Alright sexy. Go put some pants on. "

She urged of the robe and apron clad man.

"Okay, but I warn you now: I do have a glitter quota."

"It's a Christmas party. There's already glitter, wood, ribbon. We're aiming for rustic this year. "

She explained with a warm smile as she tugged on winter gear. They were starting in the courtyard.

"Rustic with glitter. This is nonnegotiable," he insisted.

"Warm fires, Buffalo flannel, red and gold glitter. "

She soothed with a slowly curling smile.

"You're wonderful. "

Ryder snapped his suspenders.

"Glad you noticed. Shall we get to it? "

Marina nodded, smiling.

" I have to check on the invitation printing later today, too. Lots to send and write out."

"You hand write it? How charming. "

He grabbed her by the waist, dragging her over to the castle.

"Where do we start? "

"Well there's gonna be some muscle showing up soon to help. The entire court will be the primary party location this year. It'll give plenty of space for relaxing and socializing everywhere, so first we're gonna clear everything out. Then we will start fine tuning designs while extra hands power wash the cobble and walls."

She shared, smiling as Tito, Timmi, and Bran popped.

"Ah yes, here's the muscle, darling. Let's get to it? "

"I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed... but only a little. "

Judging by the ogling, Bran made up for his dashed fantasy of some lumberjack workers.



The dragon was confused.

"Wait. What are you talking about? "