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“I believe you, I promise. Because I’m your bridegroom.” Miorine rose to meet her eyes. She had been crying.
“You are.” Miorine’s lips met her own, softly, slowly. It wasn’t their first, but it was the sweetest. After her bride came away, she grinned, adding, “and I want everyone to know.” Suletta frowned in confusion, but Miorine shifting up and baring her neck answered her question before she even got to ask.
“Um, M- Miss Miorine… right now?”
“Why not? We’re brides, we’re allowed to sneak off to secluded corners for kisses.” That was true, but…
“I mean, other people might see, and, um…” despite her protests, half-hearted as they were, Suletta held Miorine closer. She placed a hand on her lover’s cheek to feel the warmth of her blush, laced the other up into her hair to hold her still. “Y’know. Maybe there are cameras?”
“That’s okay, I don’t care.” She was silent for a beat, as if waiting for Suletta to do it already. “Do you care?”
“W- well kind of, but…” she smiled to herself, finally pressing her mouth to Miorine’s neck, “not really. Not if it’s you.” Miorine’s soft gasp as she parted her lips and suckled was a familiar sound, one she always loved to hear, but the way their bodies drew closer in every way as her bride held her tighter was new. Zero gravity had that effect. Everything came in at once. Suletta liked it.
“Oh, okay, okay,” Miorine murmured, blush obvious in her voice, “tha- that’s good, Suletta.” Reluctantly, she pulled away.
“Don’t you want more?” Miorine’s cheeks only got hotter, and she couldn’t resist closing back in, bringing their lips together. She’s so cute…!
“Y- yes, but… that’ll do for now. You can give me more later, I promise.” Her bride smiled, first at her, then sorta at her shoulder as she tried to look down at the hickey Suletta had given her. Peeking around Suletta to look at her reflection in the glass, Miorine only smiled more, gently touching it. “That’s the mark of my bride.”
In the days of her interrogations, Miorine always looked to it for comfort, for hope, the mark of her bride. Sometimes she’d even lightly brush her fingers over it, to remember how it felt. To remind herself how it would feel, when she was able to be with Suletta again. It always made her blush, both her own touch, and thinking about Suletta that way.
In the days after she left Asticassia, though… well, she still did the same. Not out of hope, but out of regret. Out of guilt.
When she woke up a few days after leaving that place, after leaving her, and saw that it was gone? She took a few minutes to go back to bed, despite her busy day, and cry into her pillow.
That was the mark of my bride.
Miorine was sitting in her lap, slowly getting her hair combed, slowly looking less disheveled, when Suletta noticed.
“It’s gone,” she murmured, laying her fingertips where her mark had been.
“What? Oh, yeah, it…” Miorine huffed out a sad sigh, “it is.”
“You know I can just give you another one,” Suletta laughed, “right?” Her bride shifted in her lap. Not quite turning to face her, not yet, but Suletta figured she was about to.
“That’s… true.” Suletta set aside the comb, bringing both arms forward to hold Miorine closer, to take her hands in her own. “Would it be okay if… you…”
“Yes. It would.” She pulled Miorine back into her, bringing them together entirely. When Miorine only leaned further back, only brought them closer, she couldn’t possibly have suppressed her smile. “You promised I could give you more later, didn’t you? It was just that… well, y’know. Things happened.”
“Yeah, I did.” Miorine let out a soft giggle. It was the first Suletta had heard from her in a long, long time. She treasured it just like she treasured Miorine herself. “‘Later’ can be now, if you want,” Miorine said, resting on Suletta’s shoulder, tilting her head to the side.
“Mmm, I think I do want that…” Suletta teased, bringing her lips down to kiss the strap of Miorine’s raggedy little shirt, then brushing across to the crook of her lover’s neck, bared and just within kissing range.
“You’re my bride again, Suletta,” Miorine said, “and just like before, I… want everyone to know. That we’re together again.”
“I know,” she replied, “I want that too.” Opening her mouth, pressing in a little firmer, Suletta gave her bride what she wanted, what they both wanted. Just like before, Miorine gave her a cute little gasp in return. “I really missed you,” she whispered once it was done, maybe quiet enough that Miorine couldn’t hear.
“I missed you too.” Her lover’s hands squeezed. “I’m sorry.” She left a second hickey, to reassure her, tell her it was okay. She’d be using her words next, though. “Ah, S- Suletta…”
“I know,” she reassured, “it’s okay.” A third, just for good measure, further up her neck, almost to the point where Suletta couldn’t turn to kiss any further.
“You r- really like doing that to me, Suletta…”
“Well, of course I do. It makes you happy.” Releasing her hands, Suletta grabbed Miorine by the shoulders, bringing her back upright, helping her turn around in her lap. A few stray, messy hairs fell out of place in those motions, but Suletta just combed them back into place, tucked them behind her lover’s ear. “I like making you happy, Miss Miorine.”
“I know.” Miorine cupped both her cheeks, and kissed her. Doing likewise, Suletta only parted from her when she felt tears -not hers- run down her cheeks. “I missed you so much,” Miorine whispered.
“You don’t have to,” she said, smiling, kissing away her bride’s tears, “not anymore, I promise.” Miorine’s hands brought her back in for one more proper kiss before parting, before tilting her head up, baring her neck again. “You want me to…”
“Yes. I do.” Suletta started to lean in, then paused when a thought occurred to her.
“Actually, um…” Miorine meeting her eyes only made her blush harder. “Can you give me one? You’re… you’re my bride too, Mio-mio.” Miorine was buried in her neck before she could even think. “Ah! Th- thank you, Miss Miorine…”
“Anything for you, Suletta.” She was still nuzzled there, so Suletta just tilted to the side, giving her the same cue back. Miorine knew, and did as she asked.
“M- Mio-mio,” she sighed, feeling a second mark of her bride appear on her skin, “you don’t have to treat this as an apology, or anything like that. I’ve already forgiven you.”
“... okay. Sorry.” Half-laughing and half-sighing, Suletta ruffled her bride’s hair. That would only make more work for her later, but she didn’t mind. That was work she loved doing. “I like making you happy too, Suletta Mercury.” Miorine’s breath fluttered against her skin, her arms encircling her. “I love you, Suletta Mercury.”
“I know,” she murmured back, trying and failing to keep the tears out of her voice. She knew, but it was her first time hearing it. “I love you too.”