Little Moments
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- @violetflipflops requested two of my new kiss prompts “height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes” and “kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap” and I decided to combine them into separate sections of the same story. This is set roughly 5 years into Kenna and Diavolos marriage.
Pairing- Kenna/Diavolos
Rating- PG-13
Summary- Diavolos and Kenna steal a few minutes alone.
Words- 992
“Your majesty, the king was looking for you,” One of the maids says, catching Kenna between meetings, “he just disappeared into the war room and told me to send you there if I saw you.”
Kenna nods and heads in that direction since she has a few free moments. She finds Diavolos, bent over some maps. “Are we being invaded?” She teases, coming to stand behind him.
He laughs and straightens, “no, just planning out the route for the upcoming training exercise.”
Kenna nods but doesn’t do more than glance at the map. These days she leaves most of the military decisions to Diavolos, with some input from Val.
“You wanted to see me?” She asks, resting her hands on his chest.
“Just so I can do this,” he says with a warm smile, bending his head down towards her.
Kenna automatically raises to her tiptoes to meet him, loving the feel of his lips against hers. The kiss is warm and affectionate, with only a hint of passion because this isn’t the time or place. It’s familiar and loving and Kenna wraps her arms around his neck and leans into him.
“What do you have scheduled today?” Diavolos asks when they pull apart, his arms still wrapped around her.
“I need to sit down with the cooks and discuss the next week’s meals, I guess there have been shortages, and then Dom is due back from the mountains,” Kenna tells him, “what about you?”
“Planning these maneuvers, checking out the newest recruits, meeting with the armory,” Diavolos replies and then laughs, “not quite as exciting as my old life. It’s all administrative work these days.”
“Maybe but no one’s trying to kill you,” Kenna reminds him.
“True, besides I get to spend my evenings with you,” he says in a warm voice, leaning down to kiss her once more.
After a long moment, they break apart a little regretfully.
“We have duties to attend too,” Kenna reminds him. “We do,” Diavolos agrees and then grins, “you know I have some paperwork to do later. I could use some company.”
“That could be arranged,” Kenna agrees, pressing her lips to his one more time before straightening and heading out the door to resume her daily routine.
She is smiling as she heads towards the kitchen, marveling at the fact that a brief interlude with her husband is enough to brighten her whole day.
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It turns out there is no meeting with Dom that afternoon. He sends word by messenger that one of the twins is sick and that he’ll be delayed by a few days. This leaves Kenna with a free afternoon and she remembers Diavolos’s comment about paperwork.
She heads in the direction of the room that has become Diavolos’s sanctuary at Stormholt. Sure enough, he is seated at his desk, focused on the paperwork in front of him.
He looks up at the sound of the door opening and smiles, “come here.”
Kenna obeys, setting the paperwork in her hands down on the desk, before climbing into Diavolos’s lap. He shifts to make them both comfortable, one strong arm wrapping around her.
“I’m glad you were able to find some time for me,” he says in a low voice.
“Always,” Kenna assures him, leaning against him.
This has become part of their routine over the last few years and she loves it. Neither one of them is crazy about the administrative side of ruling, but they’ve found that the work is much more enjoyable when they do it together, besides it allows them to steal some extra time together.
For a few minutes they read in companionable silence, then Diavolos put down his paperwork and begins kissing Kenna’s neck and shoulders. She immediately sets down the report she was reading and turns her head to meet his lips. They stay that way for a few minutes, exploring each other with hands and lips.
“Kenna…” Diavolos groans after a moment, his hands on her hips.
“I know,” she says regretfully, pulling back slightly.
Her eyes land on the big, sturdy desk and she can see Diavolos’s do the same and watches his eyes darken with promise as his hands tighten on her hips. However, before he can act on that thought, there is a knock on the study door.
Diavolos groans again, this time out of pure frustration, and Kenna climbs off his lap, both of them taking a moment to straighten their clothing before Diavolos calls out, “come in.”
The door opens and the nursemaid comes in, a crying Rys in her arms, Leon trailing behind her. “He had a fall and he’s been asking for you,” she said apologetically, handing the toddler to Kenna.
Rys stops crying once he realizes that he is with his mother, snuggling into her chest. “Thank you,” Kenna tells the nurse, “you can leave them both with us.”
Diavolos has crossed the room as well and lifts Leon up in the air, making him laugh. The nurse nods before hurrying away.
“I guess our paperwork will have to wait,” Diavolos says ruefully, Leon still in his arms.
“Yes,” Kenna agrees, “but there is always later.”
Diavolos grins at the promise in her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that, my love.” He shifts Leon so that the little boy’s face is only inches from his. “Who wants to go outside and play?”
“Me!” Leon squeals, clutching at Diavolos’s shoulders.
“Me! Me!” Rys echoes, his tears completely vanished.
“Then let’s go,” Diavolos says, shifting Leon to his hip and holding out his hand for Kenna. The four of them exit the study and head towards the ground, the boys chattering excitedly. Kenna listens to her children’s happy babble, thinking how lucky she is. As much as she loves her private moments with Diavolos, she loves moments like this too.
Besides, she has every intention of finishing what they started once the boys go to bed.
- End
