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Arranged-Marriage-Intergalactic-Prince-Consort Christopher Pike
Insisting—and actively making an effort—to become friends in the limited time that you know one another before the wedding
Making it a point to sleep on a couch or a futon or some smaller space in your shared room after you're just married, because he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured
Deferring to publicly you in strategy meetings, despite his time in Starfleet, and despite the fact that some of your advisors will ask him for his opinion before they ask you for yours
Offering his opinion on strategy to you in private, and only if you ask him for it
Shooting you questioning looks to check in on you when you seem to be uncomfortable or stressed during public appearances
Going out of his way to steer you out of those interactions or situations by insisting that someone else needs a word with you, urgently
Finding a quiet place for the two of you to take a moment, soothingly rubbing the back of your hand as you clutch to his for dear life, trying to pull in deep breaths to calm
Finding little ways to be there for you during public parades or appearances, including but not limited to, a comforting hand on your lower back, or shooting you a wink and a smile when you look at him
Sneaking you out of the palace on days when your schedule is a little more loose to have some fun together, without the prying eyes of your court or your guards
Taking you places in your kingdom that you've never been to, let alone heard about
Working on his own scientific, aeronautical, or charitable initiatives in his own time
Proudly escorting you to parades or functions (and looking criminally handsome in his dress uniform)
Trying and failing to shield his surprise when you finally tell him that you wouldn't mind him sleeping in the same bed
The way he slides under the covers gingerly, like you're liable to change your mind at any second
Warming when you slide your hand out to rest atop his
Steadily growing closer and closer to one another, to the point where you're both trying too tamp down your growing romantic interest because you're not sure that the other has quite gotten there yet
Giving one another lingering glances in public and shying away again with bashful smiles
And then, one night, Christopher crowding up behind you once your ladies maid has removed your crown and left the two of you
Gently smoothing his fingers gently along the stiff muscles of your neck
You leaning back against him as he carefully works the area to soothe the soreness
Biting your lip as he leans in and gives the nape of your neck a gentle kiss
Reaching back to keep him from drawing away
Positively melting as those kisses become a little more firm and drift along your jaw, his hands grasping your hips and drawing you closer
Twisting in his arms because you can't stop yourself—because you've hardly had a proper kiss since your wedding day, and even that had been a quick peck
The two of you going still for a long, heart-pounding moment, watching one another to make sure that you're reading one another right, that you're on the same page, and then—
Your mind goes quiet. You can't think, can't focus on anything but the tender press of his lips against yours, and thrill in the soft groan he looses as your tongue sweeps across the seam of his lips—
Inviting these darlings to share in my torment: @nominalnebula @elen-aranel @brandyllyn
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