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[Delia had been working. Working; flirting and charming and sex and, well, it's nice and fun, but...]

[she smiles, a little, as she smooths down her bodice]

[there is increasingly a 'but'. Always there, at the edges of her mind...

damn her pride]

[she knocks on the door once, and then opens it]

Val?

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"Delia!"

Valentine looks up from his book with a beaming smile.

"Good day, my dearest."

[that gets a grin. She can't really run in these heels, but she can move fast, so in short order Valentine gets a rather deep kiss.]

Hi.

Well, when Val's got his breath back, she gets a blinding smile, and a hug.

"Hey."

[she smiles back at him, and gives him another light kiss]

Having fun without me, dearest?

"My heart is empty without you," he says, dramatically.

Oh, really?

"Really," he admits, before pulling her towards him, even closer. "And how about you, my dear? Didst miss me?"

[she curls up on his lap, sliding an arm around his waist (admittedly, this means that her arm is between the back of the chair and his body, but ah well]

Of course I did.

He can lean forward, though, nuzzling into her neck, so her arm won't be crushed. He's sweet like that.

"I am thinking," he begins, between light kisses along her jawline, "that it is long past time I kept my promise, and took you to Verona."

[and this isn't Delia's trademark smile. This is softer, but lovelier for it]

Really?

"Really," He nods. "I have been promising long enough, and I am certain, and more than certain, that it can be done safely."

Certain, and more then certain...

"Aye," he says with a chuckle, gentle rubbing a stubbly cheek against her smooth one.

"That I am."

Good. For I think I shall enjoy Verona.

"I am sure that you shall."

So, when?

[and then she laughs, softly]

And for how long?

"As soon as possible," he says, "and maybe for only a few days, for now?"

Sure, I'll just have to let Inara know...[she smiles again, flitting.]

Or maybe I'll just hand in my resignation. I am sick of it. And then I can do what I like.

"You do not need to work, you know," he says, gently. "I will not let you want, for anything."

[Delia moves her head, looks up at him]

I know. But...you know my pride, Val.

"I do," he agrees, softly. "But I would not see you unhappy. . ."

Just...bored. I am used to being bored.

"Then, we shall take a holiday!" He decides. "We shall go to Verona, and shop for many pretty things, although none of them will hold a candle to your beauty."

[and there is that smile again]

Flatterer.

"Only ever the truth, for you, my darling."

[a soft, husky laugh and another kiss]

So you say.

"So I do," he agrees, once her soft lips leave his.

"Why," teasing, "don't you believe me?"

Because I've spent so much time among the flatters.

[and she says it with a smile, but it's true.]

"Well, that is sad," he says, "but I still speak the truth."

I know.

[and then she snugles back down again, because la he is warm and comfortable and she likes having his arms around her]

Mmmm, I'll write out my resignation in the morning, maybe. I'm too comfortable right now.

He chuckles, again, chest rumbling against her.

"I am glad to hear that. Spend the night with me?"

It is somewhere between an offer, and a request.

I don't wish to be anywhere else.

He simply curls his arms around her a little tighter, at that, and says nothing.

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