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Wriothesley stretches as he waits for the lift to bring him to the surface. Today is a rare day in which he misses the overworld, and he's free, so he figured he may as well take a trip. Rainwater patters his forehead as he gazes at the sky.
Ah, yes, he's heard that it's been raining frequently for a few days on the surface. It's one thing he doesn't miss about being up here, but he knows Neuvillette adores the rain, so he isn't disappointed. Perhaps he'll find his lover in a better mood due to this weather.
Still, he raises his umbrella as he treks to the Palais Mermonia. Wriothesley doesn't much like the feeling of water in his hair. He bows his head upon seeing that… reporter from the Steambird in the distance. He just wants a nice day with the love of his life, and she'll end up ruining that if she sees him.
How long has it been since they've seen each other? A month? A measly amount of time considering their busy lives, but still much too long. His heart aches and he can't take it any longer. Shamelessly, he runs into the building and tosses his umbrella aside. It's just a happy side effect that it lands in the designated bucket.
Throwing open the door to Neuvillette's office, Wriothesley grins. The dragon in question turns around as the door clicks shut.
“Wriothesley,” Neuvillette breathes, a small, astonished smile adorning his cheeks. “I wasn't expecting you.”
“Well, I was free, so.” Wriothesley shrugs. “Now, come here.” He gestures his lover forward. Neuvillette huffs, but he still strides over and sweeps Wriothesley into a tight embrace. The Duke sighs. He presses an excessive amount of kisses into the side of Neuvillette's head, chest overflowing with affection. “I missed you so much…”
“It's been so long…” Neuvillette murmurs, and his voice sounds choked up. “I haven't seen you, I thought I was going to go mad…”
“Oh, love, love, look at me.” Wriothesley cups Neuvillette's cheek and wipes away the tear that the Iudex will later deny ever fell. “I love you so much.”
“I know,” Neuvillette says, bringing up a hand of his own to press Wriothesley's even further into his face. He nuzzles it lightly. “But I can't bear being apart from you this long, dearest.”
“I can't either.” Wriothesley gently presses his lips to his love's, lingering in the moment. The familiar softness and smoothness of Neuvillette's lips makes him sigh. This is another home. “If I could help it, we’d have every moment together.”
Neuvillette chuckles. “Well, that would surely send Fontaine into chaos.”
“And Sigewinne would miss us terribly.” Wriothesley smiles. “But, I will make an effort to see you more often.”
“No, no matter my feelings, that would be utterly impract–”
Wriothesley puts a finger to Neuvillette's lips, then quickly replaces it with his mouth. They lean into each other once again. Warm and subtle pleasure gathers in his chest. All of his instincts say this is where he's safest. Happiest.
“None of that.” Wriothesley flicks Neuvillette's cheek. “You were suffering.”
Neuvillette looks away. “I wouldn't go that far.”
“It's been raining off and on for days. You're sad.”
“That story is just a rumor. And I'm not sad every time it rains.”
“But your mood still influences the weather. Especially now, Mister Sovereign.” He taps the Justice's nose teasingly. “And I want to see you, too.” Wriothesley nuzzles into the side of Neuvillette's neck, eliciting a sigh out of him. “Now that we're dating… we should go out of our way for each other.”
“I suppose so. Seeing you more often would please me,” Neuvillette says with a kiss to Wriothesley's ear. They sway lightly in place as they hold each other. All of the built-up stress in his body melts away.
Wriothesley hums. “Do you have any records, love?”
“Many. But why would you want those?”
“Music, not legal records.”
“Oh.” Wriothesley gets a close-up view of Neuvillette's ears turning pink. “I believe I have some, though I've never used them.”
“You should. Working with music in the background is great.”
Neuvillette scoffs as he puts a record on, gentle piano filtering into the room. “Now what?”
“Now, my dearest…” Wriothesley bows as he takes Neuvillette's hand. “We dance.”
Neuvillette laughs. Deeply, from his chest. Wriothesley stares unabashedly, admiring the way his eyes crinkle and his voice lilts. “Oh, Wriothesley,” he says, his voice steeped in fondness and an adoration that makes Wriothesley's face burn, “you truly know how to surprise me.”
“What, don't tell me our great dragon doesn't know how to dance?”
“Of course I don't.” He grabs Wriothesley's other hand and puts it to his waist. “But I have a patient lover to teach me.”
“Trust me, I am not patient or any good at dancing.”
Neuvillette grins and presses their foreheads together. “Teach me anyway?”
And, really, Wriothesley could never say no to him.
(After they're done laughing and whirling around Neuvillette's office, they snuggle into each other on the couch, silent and simply content.
The sunlight begins to peek through the windows.
Wriothesley looks down. Neuvillette is smiling softly. He looks so peaceful he could almost be sleeping.
Yes, they should really do this more often.)