marlowemuses | Fools in Love, for gentry

"There's always more to see," Gansey shot back with a laugh, happily carrying their selection of books in his arms, "but we don't have to do it all today. I think we've covered quite a bit of ground for now. Let's head back and relax."

Likewise, he was longing to hold Laurent in his arms again, to be grossly affectionate in a way that wasn't proper out in the public eye. So he lead the way back to where the carriage was waiting for them, nodding and waving at people as they passed.

"Did you have fun?" he asked once they were safe and sound in the carriage, headed back to the castle. "The people were quite taken with you. There will be stories about you, yet."

Laurent was glad to be back in the carriage, letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "Yes, thank you. It was lovely." He hugged Gansey's arm, resting his head on his lover's shoulder as they rode back to the castle. "And I was able to arrange for the surprise I wanted. It'll be delivered to the castle for you once it's done."

Smiling with pleasure at the secret, Laurent hugged Gansey's arm tighter. "Thank you for today. It was everything I had hoped for."

"I'm glad. And very, very curious." Pressing a kiss to the top of Laurent's head, he smiled, nuzzling his cheek against fine hair. "What would my fiance want to surprise me with? That isn't from the book shop?"

He truly wasn't sure. Gansey, however, was a patient man, and could easily wait until Laurent decided to bestow it upon him. Just being in his lover's company was able to sooth any of his needs.

When they arrived at the castle Gansey stepped out first so that he could gallantly help his fiance out, looking for any excuse to touch him.

"Would you like to retire to the screen room?" he asked. "There's a lovely hammock we can read in together." Unless, of course, Laurent had something else in mind.

"That sounds delightful," Laurent said, stealing a soft kiss as he descended from the carriage. He slid his arms around Gansey's neck, watching his eyes with open adoration for a moment before he let go so that they could continue on their way.

Making a detour to fetch the journal that Gansey had loaned him, Laurent smiled as they settled into their hammock. He tucked himself against Gansey's side, kissing his cheek and resting his head on Gansey's shoulder as they read. Every so often, he let his fingertips stray along Gansey's arm, loving the small miracle of being able to touch him any time he pleased. "Gansey."

Gansey was happy to see that Laurent was going to read the journal. It might have been old tales and notes but it was still important to him; no one else really cared to look through it. On his end, Gansey settled on reading one of their new books. It was merely for pleasure, one of the books by an author making his breakout in the capitol. Yes, Gansey loved history and language, but he also liked to keep up on what was popular with his people. Apparently star-crossed lovers were all the rage. Or... continued to be the range? That seemed to be a popular theme for a while.

It was everything he could want out of a relationship. Tucked together on a hammock, comfortably reading books with one another. Sharing little kisses. Birds chirping in the background, sunlight gentle around them, and bugs kept at bay because of the screen all around the room.

Whenever Laurent touched him he let out a soft sigh, delighted at every brush.

"Yes, darling?" Leaning in, he brushed a kiss against Laurent's forehead.

"Love you," Laurent murmured in response. He bumped his head affectionately against the side of Gansey's, then tilted his head to kiss Gansey's neck.

He laughed suddenly. "I've forgotten all day that my throat is utterly covered in your marks. I'm sure that has started a few rumors. Everyone will be talking about the betrothed princes necking like teenagers."

None dissuaded by the possibility, Laurent nipped the side of Gansey's jaw.

It was an image that made Gansey chuckle as he brushed back some of Laurent's hair to admire a few of the marks. They were obvious. And obviously not bug bites.

"I'm fine with it," he said happily, leaning down to get a nip in himself. "Then they'll all know I'm serious about you. That, and if they try to flirt with you, they'll have to deal with me." Which was something no one really knew how to handle, be it in the capitol or at court. Gansey was usually so forgiving and amicable. To cross the prince? No one quite knew what would happen.

"And to be fair... we're not old. There's plenty of energy left in us yet." Perhaps not young teenagers first learning that touching a dick feels good, but nowhere near peaking out of their prime.

Laurent laughed with delight at Gansey's insistence. Dropping the book gently to one side, he rolled onto his side so that he could hug Gansey's waist. "Oh, I know. You proved that very thoroughly last night."

He kissed Gansey's cheek, grinning playfully. "I love the thought of you being jealous over me. I am almost tempted to occasionally allow other people to flirt with me, just for the pleasure of seeing you jealous, but I would honestly much prefer just never to leave your side."

"I'm pleased to hear so," he chuckled, abandoning his own book in favor of properly embracing his lover. "I'll prove it as many times as you'd like."

At the mention of Laurent's pleasure at having Gansey jealous, the man chuckled again. There was no doubt that he would be jealous—even if they were clearly in a relationship, there were men in court that would flirt with Laurent regardless. Some merely out of fun, some for a more serious purpose. Not that he was worried about Laurent cheating on him.

"Please don't leave my side," he begged with a little bit of a laugh. "I would be bereft without you."

"I won't," Laurent promised, nuzzling at Gansey's throat. "I can't. I don't ever want to live without you."

Laughing softly, Laurent hugged close to him, snuggling into Gansey's arms as they tangled up in each other. "I never imagined I was capable of feeling like this. I love you so hopelessly."

The hammock swung gently as they tangled together, and a gentle breeze played across their hair. "I feel the same," he admitted, resting his chin on the top of Laurent's head.

"I've never even come close before. Everything else... never felt like it had any meaning. I feel like you're my true love." He knew it was cheesy, possibly the cheesiest thing he'd ever said in his life, but he couldn't resist. "I'll actually have to thank my mother."

"I don't think we're ever going to stop thanking your mother," Laurent said, and laughed. He kissed Gansey's throat, heart swelling with affection and joy. "I don't know if I believe in the concept of having one true love. But I find it even harder to believe that there could be anyone in the world that I could love more than I love you. My handsome prince."

He squeezed tighter to Gansey, wanting to wind himself up entirely in his beloved. "My Gansey."

"Then we're agreed," he said, breathless, "that we're absolutely crazy about one another." It was like he was walking on air. Floating. Ascending to another plane of existence. Later, he would have to write some poetry about how he was feeling. Then he would serenade the object of his affections with it. Perfect.

"I know you said the wedding doesn't matter, but... I'm looking forward to it. For you to officially be my husband." He smiled. "Then, you'll wear my ring all the time."

Laurent nodded, grinning happily at the thought. "And I can call you my husband whenever I please."

Sitting up partway as a thought occurred to him, Laurent watched Gansey's eyes. "I don't know anything about the traditions of the Raven Kingdom, when it comes to the wedding night. I assume it's customary for some of the senior councilors to confirm that the marriage is consummated, but aside from that...?" He said it utterly blithely, since it was of such importance in Vere, and sexual acts were more open there. The palace had even been built with a viewing room onto the royal bedchamber, for the wedding night.

Gansey reclined as Laurent sat up, tucking his hands under the back of his head and bending his elbows in a pose of relaxation. "Mmm. There is, of course. It's important to make sure the marriage is consummated‐there's a routine check up after and they ask a few questions. As to whether or not anyone watches... no. Not unless it's specifically requested."

Laughing, Gansey continued, "Among the people there's a tradition of standing outside the bedroom and cheering. Everyone's drunk, and then someone usually gets tossed into the center fountain. It'll be like that if we go to the afterparty. Unofficial, it's what happens after the older guests have called it a night."

"Sounds raucous," Laurent said, with a smirk. He could enjoy such things, but he generally preferred to avoid them.

Grinning down at his beloved, Laurent slid his hand up Gansey's shirt so that his fingers could curl around Gansey's side, feeling deliciously risque at the touch of skin even though he knew he could drag Gansey back to the bedroom at any time he pleased. "Good thing we have an excellent excuse to be doing something else. Preferably with the door locked."

Smirking briefly, Laurent leaned down to kiss him. He kept it short, brushing his nose against Gansey's and smiling down at him from inches away. "On which topic," Laurent said, fingers straying ticklishly along Gansey's side. "Can we look at rooms with attached baths? Please?"

Gansey laughed quietly as Laurent tickled him, belly rising and falling with the pitch of his breath. He liked it very much, having Laurent's hands skimming his body, sexual or not. They were beautiful hands, much as they loved to tease him.

"That's right," he mused, considering Laurent's request. Truthfully, he was a little sad to be leaving the tower, but he had always known that he couldn't stay there forever. Cohabiting with Laurent was worth giving it up.

"We have a few options open to us. There's the south wing, bottom floor, but I don't recommend it because there's always a draft in the winter. East wing third floor has a fine set of rooms that have been vacant, the only thing it lacks is a nice view, but that's no big deal. And then there's the garden wing. It's closest to the heart of the garden, and newly built. Helen was having it built for when she visits us, but I could convince her to gift it to us. What do you think?"

Laurent laughed and nipped at Gansey's throat, nuzzling ticklishly at his neck and showering him with soft, playful kisses. "I think you make it sound like you've already decided," he teased, hand roaming a little farther up Gansey's shirt. "Especially asking me to decide on that description when you're the one who has seen the room."

Nipping briefly at Gansey's lips, Laurent smiled adoringly down at him. "I think it sounds like you're hoping to tell Helen that I'm the one who asked to steal her rooms from her."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he grinned, trying so very hard not to squirm with that hand wandering up his chest. "My accounts were completely unbiased."

Leaning up, Gansey stole a kiss right back, dropping back onto the hammock with a raised brow. "Maybe, but she won't try to sit on your head. She's still trying to convince you that she's a mature lady. Me? She'll have no qualms about rubbing my face in the mud."

He sighed, turning his head with a dramatic flourish. "Would you really want your fiancé to eat dirt?"

"I'll protect you," Laurent promised. "I doubt she would dare any such thing if she had to extricate me from your arms first, and I have no plans to leave your side ever again. You can blame me anyway, if they're the rooms you think I'd like best."

Removing his hand from Gansey's shirt, Laurent lightly brushed back a few stray strands of Gansey's hair. "You're so exquisitely handsome. My Gansey."

"We can look at them all later. I think that you'll agree with me."

There was always the option of having their own wing built, he supposed. Then they could choose everything as they liked. It was tempting, but the downside was the amount of time it would take. It wouldn't be ready in time for the wedding unless they made their builders work around the clock. It didn't seem fair to do that to them.

He was distracted from such thoughts when Laurent brushed a few stray hairs aside. Sighing, his eyelids fluttered. "Not as handsome as you," he tossed back with a grin, gazing at his lover lazily, like a contented cat.

"My darling Laurent."

Laurent wrinkled his nose, preferring to focus on Gansey's physical beauty. He liked the darling bit, though.

Curling close with his head on Gansey's shoulder, Laurent stroked a hand over Gansey's chest, getting distracted as he found Gansey's nipple under his shirt. "I want to stay here and nap and read with you, but I also very earnestly want to drag you back to your room and tear off all your clothes. I can't decide. I'd be partial to the latter if it didn't involve getting up."

Gansey noticed the wrinkle and raised a brow at it, but didn't ask why. He would have if he were not very, very distracted at a stray hand brushing over his nipple. Plus, the thought of Laurent tearing off his clothes was ... very, very, very distracting.

"Getting up does seem like a hefty task. And I so love embracing you like this." Glancing up, he gave a show of thinking about how to beat solve their dilemma. With a coquettish smirk he flicked his gaze back to his lover.

"Tell me, what would you like to do to me once you got my clothes off?"

Laurent grinned wide, finding Gansey's playful flirtation to be utterly irresistible. "Oh, probably just sit about. I've got to write that note to Auguste for those collars I was going to send him," he said, tone bland but eyes sparkling with mischief. He'd made a couple of other purchases that had included actual gifts for Auguste and his father, but those could wait.

"Oh? I suppose you'll ask him how his favorite new dogs are?" Gansey asked, still wearing his smart little smirk.

"Meanwhile, I imagine I would be taking care of myself, if you're sitting around writing to your brother. Might as well if my clothes are already off and you're otherwise occupied, no? Pretending that it's your hand instead of my own. How tragic."

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