one where th. where they kiss :)

They didn't care where they'd just been, and they didn't care where they were going. Yes, they were thankful that, like as not, they'd be going there together, because one did not separate Driver and Blade (rather, Blade from Driver), and certainly not the Blade of the Special Inquisitor from her most esteemed Lady, but other than that...?

Not a thought in their minds. Only, my, don't you look lovely, I wish I could see your hair like that more often, why, is that a scrape on your chin, I'd better kiss it better, no worry about whether or not it will be attended to more medically or more naturally, for that matter, later on, sigh, I don't want to go, I don't ever want to leave you...

"I don't think that's quite a sensible worry, Lady Mòrag. The senators know that there is no eventuality they have reviewed, or even one they haven't, that would necessitate my leaving your side."

"Not joint inspections, when I'm to be here and you're to be there? Not extraordinarily private audiences with individual members of the Senate, or even Niall? Not nights when there simply wouldn't be enough time to wake the other before rushing to put out whatever metaphorical fire has arisen?"

Ah. Now Brighid sighed again. "So you don't mean the long term, only the short term?"

"I am always worried about you, Brighid," said Mòrag, as stiffly as could be when the Jewel (her Jewel, if you'll mind it!) was leaning into her shoulder and caressing the back of her hand where it lay in her lap.

"You mean I've really put myself on your mind that much?"

But Mòrag couldn't and didn't even try to answer, for Brighid was not only cuddling her arm but was very purposefully inclining her head so as to fit the very tips of her buns out of the way of her Driver's cheek, such that it was very opportune for one to lean over and brush lips on pale skin, or the bridge and point of a slim nose, or the corners of the other's lips again and again and again, each time inching nearer to the center.

"You're doing it now."

"I'll do it forever."

"Well, Brighid..."

And before Brighid could get out her own coy answering "Yes, Lady Mòrag?" the Special Inquisitor had pushed her gently down to the flat of the bed and leaned just as gently, if a little more firmly, over her to give one final sweet, everlasting kiss.