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She had been curled amongst the maroon sheets of their queen sized bed. The Necromancer was looking at her wife with a dazzling smile as she raised an eyebrow. Her fingers lifted to trace fingers along Marjani’s muscled stomach. Her wife was essentially a man within a woman’s body, she had died and come back as a man, curse of a mystic, they were body jumpers she liked to think.

“So I've been thinking.” She started turning onyx hues to her wife fully as she stopped her gentle caress of her wife’s chest. “Do you want to get away? From here. For a while?” She turned her eyes to their dresser where stuck to the mirror was two tickets paid for by Velveteen and Micah for their honeymoon should they decide to go - it was paid for, all they had to do was say where they wanted to go.

“We need our honeymoon” she continued on, shrugged her shoulders. “I know I've been busy with the faction that we couldn't go straight away but I think now is a good time, if you want too.”

Marjani: Mari laid there staring up at the ceiling in their hotel room, thinking about the art her wife had suggested a couple weeks back. Mari wasn’t much of an art person-she had no sense of style when it came to what was ‘in’ and what was ‘out.’ And the woman had a very strong preference to the things she liked or didn’t like. No big stupid flowers,no scenery pictures, no animals...so the piece of art had to be just right.

When nishaa said she had been thinking, Mari rolled over to her side to look at her wife and give the woman her undivided and complete attention. “Yep?” Mari said, wondering if this was about the art thing they had talked about when Micah was in their apartment, or something different. go away-their honeymoon. Mari had been wondering when, if any time, was good enough to get away from the city and do something between just the two of them. Now, seemed like the best time to do that. After having killed her mother, the attacks on people from that crazy paladin guy and other crazy things going on-now seemed as good as any time to Mari. “Yeah baby. Let’s blow this Popsicle stand and do something for us. I’d really like that a lot.” Mari cuddled into her wife, thinking of where they would go. “Where are we going to go? Italy, was it? Where you wanted to go?” Mari snuggled into NIshaa’s neck to breathe in her scent as she imagined what Italy might be like.

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The caress of Marjani’s fingers playing across her skin caused her to purr in anticipation of what was to come later on but she was much more focused on what they were doing now, right here. Holiday planning. Yes, they were going on holiday and there was no way they could wriggle themselves out of it. She got herself out of bed unwrapping herself from Marjani’s ticklish embrace she moved, naked to the dresser where she plucked the laptop that rested against the mahogany she took it back to the bed and dropped it on the sheets. She opened it up and looked it over curiously.

She opened up Google and then began to type in “gay” destinations and quite a few places came up. Gay marriage had been announced not so long ago. So they didn't have to hide their love - not that she would have anyway, **** the law. She’d pride her lesbian *** all over Russia if she had too. She scrolled through the destinations and turned her onyx gaze back to her naked wife.

“How does a gay pride holiday sound?” She changed her head to the side and smiled - there was an impish grin to her features.

Marjani: Mari watched her wife moving all over the hotel room, observing every curve of the woman’s body as she moved this and that way. Her eyes stayed on Nishaa’s butt when her back was to Mari, as Nishaa collected the computer and moved to the bed. What Nishaa said after she came back to bed, surprised Mari.

“They have something like that?” Mari was now sitting up crossed legged on the bed, fingers reaching out for the computer, expecting to see some tours or something on the page Nishaa had opened. “Oh!” Mari brought an open palm to her forehead and smacked it. “We have to make our own. That’s okay!” Mari jumped a little on the bed, her naked butt doing the bouncing. “Where can we go? Anywhere? The United States? Germany? Russia?” The possibilities were endless it seemed. Tons of cities, all over the world embraced people’s chosen lifestyle and wanted people to not be ashamed or in hiding. “Let’s go. Wherever, whenever. I just want to go, baby!” Mari released her hold on the computer and set it on the bed, before embracing her wife, still bouncing up and down.

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Such an excitable thing her wife was as she grinned at her loves. Her everything and simply nodded her head, they could go anywhere they wanted. The possibilities were endless. They deserved this, they deserved this time away from everything. Just to spend time with each other.

“Russia we’d be shot.” She sighed there, gay haters. They weren't quiet about that ****, disgusted her. If they went to Russia, they'd likely get hurt and it was a holiday after all. “How does Amsterdam, UK, sound? Any location that has a gay couple. Make some friends perhaps? Well. You can do the friend thing I'll nod my head at the humans. Go to a few clubs. Sleep all day.” The more and more she spoke she was falling in love with the idea.

If they did this, it was going to be amazing.

Marjani: Russia didn’t like gay people? Mari frowned at that as she nodded her head in agreement with her wife. They would be shot. Was communism still a thing there? Mari hated social studies and crap like that, so the woman never really paid attention to what was going on anywhere other than Canada.

Her wife suggested a couple places, places Mari had heard about but didn’t know a lot about for the same reason Mari had no idea what Russia’s stance was on gay couples. How can a country be so...behind? Not modern? Whatever the word was, they were nothing like Germany, the United States and other places that were more open to the lifestyle she and her wife lived.

“Let’s go. I don’t care where. I want to do this. I want to go. Soon! When will we go?” Mari leaned on her wife a little, a big smile on her face. “Let’s just go everywhere and make friends!” Mari would be fine with going anywhere that was accepting of the gay lifestyle, even if it took them an entire month. Nish was with her. Nish was all that Mari needed most nights. Nish was her everything.

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She found herself laughing at her wife's enthusiasm for leaving. She nodded her head and got back out of bed. This time with the intention of getting dressed she threw on her biker shirt, and her leather trousers with the biker boots to match.

“Well, why don't we go now?” She asked her wife. Grinning from ear to ear. She was already tying her hair back into a ponytail so she was ready to leave. She got on her hands and knees then and withdrew two suitcases and threw them both on the bed.

“Let's pack.” She told her with a grin, as she opened up her drawers and began to chuck her clothes into the one suitcase, because she simply just didn't believe in folding. She was even throwing her toothbrush in amongst the clothes. Once everything had been thrown in she grabbed the laptop again and pulled up the family crownet and was writing a message in the away thread letting them know they were going on holiday for a month as a belated honeymoon. She clicked submit and turned her onyx hues to her wife.

“I made a post, it's official. We are going on our honeymoon.”

Marjani: Mari watched her wife get dressed after vacating the bed and then blinked when Nishaa asked her about leaving now. “Right now?” Mari wasn’t sure if she meant later today or right this second. Could they just up and leave right this second? Why couldn’t they, she pondered.

But there wasn’t much time to ponder over any of those thoughts. Nishaa was hauling out a suitcase for the both of them and putting them on the bed. Two words let Mari know that her wife was dead set on leaving right now for their trip. As in this second. “Baby, I think..” Mari got up off the bed and started to fold all the clothing her wife wanted to bring-or more like roll them and stick them inside the suitcase while her wife was grabbing stuff from other place in their hotel room.

After that was done, Mari followed Nishaa’s example and started packing her own clothing in the suitcase that was hers. “How long are we going to go for and where are we going to first?” Mari asked while Nishaa was busy typing away at her computer. The woman couldn’t contain her smile as Nishaa informed her that they were finally going on their honeymoon. Right now, right this minute-it had all started.

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Mari had said something which had stopped Nishaa from doing whatever the hell the woman had been doing. She was far too excited about this trip, she wanted to do everything. Absolutely everything with the woman right now. Marjani didn’t continue speaking instead the woman went over to her things and began to fold them - even though she was throwing them in. It made the necromancer laugh to know that her wife was cleaning up after her own excitement. She had never been holiday, and this was still extremely exciting for the woman. She’d never had a passport before, never been on a plane. The only way she got around before she got here was by truck - and that was hitchhiking post of the time.

She asked then how long they were going to go away for and the woman shrugged her shoulders, she didn’t have an exact time frame. She didn’t really care she would leave that answer to her wife. “However long you would like to go for. I don’t care, I don’t mind.” There was a brief pause. “As long as I’m with you.” She grinned then. Because that statement was mushy, especially for the woman. She threw her a wink then as she began to hunt through her wife’s drawers and was now starting to throw her items of clothing inside.

Marjani: They could leave immediately and go for weeks. Maybe even a month. It sounded...wonderful. And yet...impossible too. How would she be able to be gone that long and keep her job with Mayhem? How could Nishaa be gone for her...work with her faction?

Still, Mari wouldn’t complain, even if it was for just a couple weeks, a couple weeks between them, all alone was the best idea her wife could have presented Mari with. Marjani would have told her wife as much, had she not been getting her own clothing tossed at her. “Baby...we have to roll things. Otherwise they’re gonna be crazy wrinkled.” Mari laughed as she watched her wife pack enough clothes that would probably last them a week and a half without having to do any laundry. “Let’s start the furthest away from here and circle our way back.” Mari bounced a little, a form fitting, white and black patterned t-shirt tucked between her arms and chest. “What do you think? Would break up the trip on the way back?” She stuffed the rolled up t-shirt in her own bag and went to working on another shirt to roll.

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She knew that her faction, more likely Micah and Velveteen would be alright with Nishaa taking some time away with her wife for their honeymoon. It was good and it was needed, they knew just as much as she did that time away from everyone else was good - so very good. She grinned grabbing her mobile and sending them both a text that she would be away for a little bit, exploring Europe for a while with Mari - hunting out those gay capitals.

“You roll then, I’ll throw.” She gave the woman a wink and began to rummage through Mari’s drawers picking up things that she knew she’d like and threw them at Mari so she could fold them but she was much better at it than her - Nishaa just wanted it to be done so they could go, the sooner the better in the necromancers eyes. She snickered and turned her hues to her wife fully then. “Yeah where would you like to start first? Europe?” She asked as she nodded her head. They had to start somewhere and Europe was a lovely place, so she had heard on trip-advisor.

Marjani: Mari smiled at her wife at the roll and throw statement. “Got it baby.” Mari said as she got tossed a couple more things, feeling useful. Mari generally felt useful in all things private in their hotel room-but she wasn’t like Nishaa or most of the family. And she was nothing like Nishaa’s faction. She was soft-hearted and kind and sometimes she wondered...wondered if that would one day grate on her wife’s nerves. Would disappoint her. “Maybe Europe. Would make sense instead of staying in the states and then going there, just to make a long flight back in a week or two. Right?” Mari asked the question but already had nodded her head as she stuffed more of her clothes into her bags once her things had been rolled. “We could spend a little more time in Europe maybe to make it worth the long distant flight?” She zipped the bag closed once there was absolutely no more room for Mari to stuff anything inside of it and then plopped down on the bed, resting on her stomach and elbows as she looked at her wife adoringly between both their suitcases.

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It was a routine, grab and throw - it was good and then Mari folded. They were a good team. Team Marishaa. Yes. She eventually grabbed all the clothes and Mari was folding the last of them. Their drawers were practically empty their whole wardrobe within the confines of these two suitcases. She dusted her hands. Proud of herself. Her wife laid between the suitcases then laying on her belly and facing the necromancer with a cute little stare that made her get on the bed and plant a kiss to the woman's lips. That sexy, amazing woman that was her wife.

“Yeah it would. I think we should visit every capital in the world that belongs to the gays. It would be one hell of an adventure, you’ve got Brighton in the UK, then most of europe really - some places in America.” She laughed. “If we went to the UK, would you want your photo taken in front of buckingham palace?” She laughed.


Marjani: Mari arched her neck so that her face was inching up towards her wife, eagerly wanting that kiss and maybe a little more than just one kiss. Mari loved the way Nishaa’s lips tasted and felt. For a woman that was rough around the edges, her lips were anything but glorious softness mari wanted to absorb all the time with her own lips. “Picture in front of a castle? Tell me which night and I’ll make sure to look fabulous as always.” Mari was on her knees and sitting on the back of her feet with her knees knelt beneath her as she bounced a little on the bed. “Let’s go everywhere. We have to. Who knows when we’ll be back and what might change between now and then.” Mari was off the bed, and collecting Nishaa’s hands in hers so they could both swing around the room. “Let’s do it all. I don’t care how much it costs, as long as it’s not over 400,000 dollars. Then I’m broke.” Mari laughed before hugging her wife.

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The woman cupped Mari’s face within her own fingers and pulled her closer so their lips were touching - it was a soft yet gentle kiss that would have left her wife wanting more as she gave the woman a coy smile she withdrew then not before planting a playful kiss against the tip of her nose.

“400,000? That's fair. I have about the same to myself so between us we can manage we don't need anything fancy. Just us really.” She threw another wink then. Implying more than just a wink really.

They were swinging around the room, it was romantic and in that moment Nishaa had never been so in love with her wife than she did in that moment. Willing to drop everything to go on holiday with her wife for a long time. Oh it was exciting.

“Let's go.” She said grabbing her suitcase as well as her wife's and was wheeling them towards the door. “Grab my bikers jacket, baby.” She called over her shoulder and she found herself giggling in excitement.

Marjani: She didn’t need to be told to go twice, Mari was following after her wife, after collecting the jacket her wife requested and then one for herself. With her coat slipped on, Mari held on to her wife’s black biker jacket in her right hand, keeping it close to her chest. Like it was that stupid ring in that movie with that creepy midget guy who never brushed his teeth.

Only when the duo were at the elevator would Mari offer the coat to her wife, as they waited for the thing to come up to their floor, the one that housed their hotel room. “This is going to be the best trip ever.” Mari jumped a single jump of excitement before the doors slid open with a soft ‘ping,’ graciously welcoming the two women in its confines. “I’ll start booking us rooms on the way to the airport.” Mari said as soon as she stepped inside, her bag in her possession now, only if for briefly as she set it on the ground in the elevator. “That might save us a little hassle.” Mari concluded as the door started closing once her wife entered the elevator.

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She could hear the ruffle of clothes being grabbed from behind her as she sprung the door open with her leg and made her way to the elevator that would lead them upstairs. Marjani came up beside her bouncing with excitement that made the necromancer laugh, clutching her stomach. She didn’t know how excited the woman actually was, it seems this honeymoon was well overdue - but that was a good thing right? Made all the more worthwhile. With a roll of her shoulders the doors swung over and she stepped inside. With her wife hot on her heels.

“Forward thinking, I like it.” She laughed a little as she shook her head, her wife was so goddamn cute when she wanted to be - and efficient, yes she was efficient. The doors swung open again as they got outside she was making her way to the airport. They needed to be on a plane soon. “Do you have any numbers, or are you going to google it?” She assumed Mari would google it.

Marjani: Mari beamed at the compliment of her fast paced thinking and leaned into her wife, wrapping an arm around the woman’s waistline as they headed to the airport through the use of a taxi cab. “I’m just going to google...after finding the international number to some of these countries.” Mari admitted, with a slightly ducked head. Who knew that stuff off hand anyways? She wasn't even sure she knew what Canada’s international number was. Why would she? She never left Canada once she and her family got here.

“Oh! Wait. I can just book online. Duh!” Mari said in the backseat of the taxi, snuggled against her wife as she started to look for more hotels, using her wife as a backrest on the ride there. “Baby, what about here?” Mari showed Nishaa a pretty decent looking hotel room with one king size bed, a small kitchenette area, bathroom with a jacuzzi in it and a large screen television on the other side of the bed pressed against the wall. “Or there’s this one…” Mari minimized the web page that hosted that hotel to show her another one. “It’s really close to some station. Maybe the train station?” Mari shrugged her shoulders and sat up in excitement. “I think it looks posh, babe. Modern and clean...What do you think? The rooms aren’t as big...but. We could try it for a night or two? You pick!” Mari handed Nishaa the phone to pick so Mari could put her credit card deets in after the choice had been made by her wife.

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She let her head fall atop her wife's head as they snuggled in the back seat of the taxi. Eyes looking out the window when she could see, it had been so long since she had taken a cab. She was used to walking a lot around the city, or driving the 4x4 her wife bought her, she felt very manly in that vehicle.

Her wife was on the phone as they drove looking at hotel rooms and Nishaa watched her scroll through the rooms with a grin on her face, such excitement for a hotel room. As long as it had a bed well, she didn't need anything else. A bed to sleep in and obviously ****, ha.

The phone was handed her as she looked over the specs for the room she nodded her head “Looks amazing babe, you know I don't care. As long as it has a bed-” she waggled her eyebrows in a manner that told her wife she knew exactly what that meant. “-Then i don't care. If you like it, book it babe.”

Marjani: Mari couldn’t believe they were going somewhere. Anywhere that wasn’t in or around Harper Rock. The woman grabbed some of her skin on her lower right arm and gave it a pinch to make sure this was real. The pinch told her this was -very- real and not some dream or figment of her imagination.

“I’m going for the posh one then. Two nights and if we like it after night one, we can stay there longer. When traveling, do it in style, darling.” Mari puckered her lips in her wife’s direction before booking the room with quick fingers all over the screen of the phone and entering the info for her paypal account to book the two nights. “All booked!” Mari bounced next to Nishaa after she put the phone back in the pocket of her jeans. Her fingers came to rest on her wife’s thighs, in a very suggestive positioning, closer to her wife’s crotch than her thighs, but..Mari couldn’t help it. Her wife was hot. Everyone knew it.

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Nishaa felt like a caged animal waiting in the back of the cab as they rode their way to the airport. She wasn’t meant to be caged - she was meant to be free. Always free. An arm reached around to her wife’s shoulder and pulled her closer as she placed a kiss to her crown as she watched the woman do her thing by scoping out hotels.

“I like your thinking babe.” She laughed, looks like they were going to be staying in luxury. There was nothing wrong with that - it was quite exciting, the luxury she was used to was her hut in the Eyrie and their hotel room she seemed to always be found out. She let herself wink seductively to her wife. “Oh I’m sure we’ll like it. You picked it out after all.” It was the truth. After a moment of a few more clicks Mari claimed it was booked and the woman clapped her hands together in excitement.

That was when the hand went to her thigh and was going up, in a very seductive manner. Damn the ******* cab. “As soon as we land wife.” She told her sternly. “As soon as we land, I’m going to have my wicked way with you.”

Marjani: Another compliment from her wife made Mari smile like a stupid, silly girl from prom or something to that extent, but Mari wouldn’t have it any other way. She loved getting compliments from her wife, because Mari always wondered if she was good enough for NIshaa. Mari could steal a lot of pretty things, but she couldn’t kick a fly’s butt most-any night. She wasn’t fast enough, and Mari surely wasn’t strong enough.

The hand on her wife’s thighs, moved to the woman’s buttocks so Mari could put the woman in her lap, as she noticed the taxi driver looking between Marjani and Nishaa, as he mildly listened to their conversation. With the two facing the other, Mari inched her lips closer to NIshaa’s and gave the woman a quick kiss. “What if I have my way with you first?” She asked, lips still very close together, before the cab driver cleared his throat and then interrupted. “Ahhh-guys. I think you’re breaking a couple laws back there. And risking me losing my jobs.” The cab driver said with another clearing of his throat that preceeded after his couple of sentences.

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She noticed that smile her wife gave her, that smile was her trademark feature the Necromancer loved that smile, oh yes indeed she did. Onyx hues looked her wife up and down at the back of this cab. She couldn't wait to have her way with her. Nishaa was a hungry beast, sex for the women was never sated she could go all night and still want more, her wife knew that and catered to her every need. Her wife, was the same way in that aspect.

She was lifted slightly right into her wife's lap. She smiled cupping her wife's face in her hands as she leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss upon the lips. She could be gentle when she needed to be, or wanted to be. “Won't be an option. I'll have you first. You know how greedy I am.” She winked then turning her hues to the cab driver who was coughing.

“How about I pay you a bit extra and you be quiet? We are on our honeymoon.” The woman's stare was deadly.

Marjani: Extra money wouldn’t go amiss with this cab driver. Not with the wife and three kids they had together back in some crap hole apartment they were trying to get out of for the last three months. “Nothing to see here.” He concluded, saying he agreed to the offer, as he kept his eyes glued to the road in front of him, making sure he drove very straight lined so no one would have a need to pay them any attention.

Mari would lose herself in her wife’s kisses the rest of the way there and when they came to a stop, the couple would hear from the guy again, after giving them a couple more minutes. Then came that noise from his throat with an apology of sorts. “Sorry to interrupt you two love birds, but we’ve been here for about three minutes now. And the lines look a little long.” He pointed to the glass windows of the airport and Mari’s eyes about doubled when she looked to where he was pointing. “Holy cow, baby! We gotta go!” Mari yanked Nishaa’s hand, before scooting out of the cab and moving to the boot to get their bags while Nishaa paid the guy whatever she deemed fit. With both rolling bags on the curb, Mari waited until she saw Nishaa and then pulled both suitcases to her wife. “We’re going. We’re finally going!” Mari jumped up and down in place before looking around and then smiling affectionately at her wife. “Let’s skedaddle!” She said with a smack to her wife’s fine butt and then bolted for one of the many entrances inside.