*newlyweds*

The hotel they finally settled on was in the heart of the marketplace. Like at the docks shops and stalls of all kinds lined the sidewalks. There were more than enough opportunities to pick up odd jobs and earn much needed money.

Dorian fumbled with his room key and the groceries he had just bought on the way home from his latest job. He was struggling to juggle the two tasks but finally he found his way into the room.

It was a modestly sized room but that's all it was, a room. There were two twin beds both against opposite walls, and a couch that had definitely seen better days. He crossed the room to set the bags in what was supposed to be the kitchen. At least they were kind enough to provide them with a fridge and a stove top instead of a microwave like most hotels were doing these days. Dorian sighed and ran a hand through his hair now that his hands were finally freed and began the boring task of putting groceries away.

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Laun was currently cleaning the bathroom when she heard the front door open. She set her rag on the side of the tub and ran out the door to see who it was. A small smile graced her lips when she saw the dark haired man putting cans into the cabinet. It really was to surreal. She was living in a small room with a man. Was this what being married would be like? She laughed at her silly thoughts as she pulled the pony tail from her hair and sat down on the couch to watch the man.

They had only been staying here a few days, Dorian and Yogi had both went out to get small jobs. She wasn't sure if the tiger was planning to stay with them for long, but for the time being he had talked his way into spending the night on the couch most nights. Sometimes he would stay else where and whenever she would question Dorian about where the man was he never gave her an answer. When she had asked the man himself he would just reply, "A true woman's company my darling. You should try giving it to Dorian sometime." Of course that made no sense to her. Just like most things he said, she had learned just to ignore him since every time she would press on a subject it would just make him laugh like she was telling some joke. That just made her mad.

Laun looked away from the man across the room, who still hadn’t noticed her and stretched her legs out straight in front of her and leaned back heavily into the cushions. She wasn’t happy with the pilot right now. Since she wasn’t allowed to go out and get a job she had been stuck with house duties, which she hated. Everything but cooking of course. He had learned quickly the only talent she had in the kitchen was burning things.

She waited for the man to noticed her and put on a grumpy face, to remind him that she was still upset with her assigned ‘duties’.

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Dorian knew what was coming as soon as he turned around and he decided to prolong it as long as he could. He stocked the cabinet save for the cans of food that would end up being their dinner for the night. He pulled out a pan and cleared his throat "The place looks nice" He finally spoke, hoping a compliment would be the best way to greet her. He emptied the can and turned the burner on low and set the pan on top. He turned finally to look at the girl and countered her glare with a flash of a crooked smile. He turned and reached into the fridge for some drinks. "It really does." He pushed around the cans of soda he had loaded the fridge with to keep the girl happy. He on the other hand was in search of beer. He rested his hand on his knee as he searched intently "fuckin' yogi" he muttered, finally he spotted the cans of beer he had hidden from the greedy tiger and moved over to the girl. Offering her a coke before sitting down beside her.

Laun took the soda from him and pursed her lips, she knew he was just trying to butter her up but she wasn’t going to let him off so easily. A moment of silence past between them as they both opened their drinks and took a sip. She glanced over to him, thinking of how to start on him today, “Of course. Dull but necessary busy work. Right.” She narrowed her eyes accusingly at him, “And how did your day go? Did you enjoy being outside?”

Dorian's eyes darted around the room, he was doing the best he could to avoid meeting the girls accusatory glare. He sipped at his drink before lowering it and holding it in his lap. "It was good." He flicked the tab of his can "Found some work fixing some ships again. Helped someone move." He shrugged, today wasn't as fruitful as he had wanted it to be usually he tried to fit three or four jobs in at the least. Today he only managed two. He looked back to the girl, his eyes finally settling on her. "How was your day?"

Laun turned on the couch to give him her full look of annoyance. "Boring and I can now permanently smell bleach. “ She looked away and took a sip, “but at least this cage is clean now. How long do you plan on staying here?”

"Until we can afford a new ship. " Dorian reached over and rustled her hair pushing her head down gently. He shifted in his seat to face her fully. "Let's make a deal-" he sipped his drink and smiled "Tomorrow I'll come home early and ill take you shopping?"

"Hey!" Her hands quickly flew up to fix the damage he had done to her hair, but then dropped them at the news. She started to lean in, excited that she would get to go out into the markets again. "Really! what are we going shopping for?"

Dorian shrugged. "Whatever you want." He paused considering the damage she could do with a proposal like that. "As long as its cheap." He quickly added

Laun laughed at the added note and pulled back, looking down at the drink in his hand. "What is that anyways? That's all you and Yogi seem to drink."

"It's beer." He turned the label towards her so she could read the can. "It's an acquired taste." He set the drink down on the coffee table and stood. "You can try it." Dorian moved over to the laundry basket which held all their clothes and dug around until he found something clean to change in to.

Laun stared curiously at the can on the table before reaching out and holding up to her nose. When the smell hit her she pulled the can back and looked at it insultingly. It smell bad but the boys were always drinking it and her curiosity beat out. She lifted it again this time to her lips and took a small sip. “Blegh!” She used the hem of her shirt to wipe her mouth and set the can back onto the coffee table before standing up and walking over to one of the beds. “These are all clean.” She picked up a handful of folded clothes, “There was just no where to put them.” The small room did not have a closet nor a dresser for them to store their clothes into, most of the time Laun just left them in the basket but she didn’t want to get the fresh ones mixed up today. Not after all the hard work of going down to the lobby and using their cruddy washer and dryer. It had taken four cycles just to dry one load.

She glanced around the roof for somewhere to put the clothes now in her hands and settled with the coffee table. There was really no point in moving them, she thought after setting them down. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about them later. She shrugged at the folded shirts and turned back to the man. “So what’s for dinner chief?”

Dorian chuckled at the noise she made after she tasted the beer. He knew she wasn't going to like it. He moved over to where she stood and reached past her to pick the shirt he was looking for off the top of the pile. "That, you'll find out after I shower." He picked up his beer and walked to the trashcan and chugged the rest before tossing it away. He grabbed another from the fridge and moved to the bathroom. "I'll hurry."

Laun couldn't stop herself from fidgeting when the man leaned past her to get his shirt. She the smell of sweat and oil radiating from him from the jobs he had picked up today, but it wasn’t a bad smell. He still had a hint of his own scent. One she had become fond of since being stuck in this room with him, even when she would wash his shirts they would still smell like him. “R-right. Ok.” Ugh, how come she always became so frazzled when he stood so close to her. Shaking her head she moved past the coffee table and sat back onto the couch.

Dorian's shower was quick like he promised. He had finished his beer while in the bathroom and he was well on his way to feeling buzzed. He threw his clothes on and stepped back into the living room and moved over to the kitchen. He had set veggies on low when he came home and he searched through the cabinets for something a little more substantial. "Hm.." He glanced over his shoulder at the girl "Ravioli or chili dogs?"

Laun looked up curiously from her seat on the couch, "What's a chili dog?" She stood up and made her way over to examine the cans in the cabinet. “I didn’t know you were allowed to eat dogs.” She eyes the can of chili suspiciously and decided. “Ravioli.”

Dorian chuckled and reached over and patted the girl on the back "How about tomorrow we buy you some books?" He let his hand linger on her back for a moment longer before putting away the cans he wouldn't be using and started dinner. "How hungry are you?"

A book wouldnt be a bad thing to have since she spent most time sitting around the house. A good book could kill a few hours but she didnt understand what that had to do with their dinner choice. She smiled up at him, not paying much mind to the small touch on her back, "super hungry." She hadn't eaten anything since breakfast but only because she was afraid to use the stove.

Dorian took that as a hint to cook extra and he stirred what he already had in the pot. "Did Yogi say when he'd be back?" He didn't know why he thought that the man would stick around and help earn money for the ship, guess he wasn't too surprised that he spent most of his time seeking 'comfort' from women. Dorian sighed. He wouldn't mind a little comfort for himself, but he'd never seek it from a stranger. He glanced over to Laun who had taken over the stirring. He had never really taken the time really pay attention to her, but now being stuck in this cramped hotel room with little outside stimulation he had nowhere else to focus his energies.

Dorian moved to the fridge and grabbed another beer. He never drank much on the ship and because of that he didn't have much of a tolerance. The speed at which he was drinking didn't help with the lightheadedness he was already feeling.

Laun shrugged at the question, “Didn’t say.” She was concentrating hard on stirring the food in front of her. “but my guess is he’ll be out seeking company as he says. I still don‘t understand what that means.” The pasta was starting to smell good and curiosity won out as she scooped up a little sauce onto her mixing spoon and held it up to her mouth to lick it off. “Mmm. This is good.” She smiled back at him as she set the spoon back into the pan.

Dorian looked over at hm "Hm?" He perked a brow and moved back over to the stove. He had just grabbed the first can on the shelf so it was good news to him that it tasted good. He slid a hand around the girls waist and nodded towards the pot. "Let me taste."

Laun jerked the spoon up in surprise to his sudden closeness causing some sauce to splatter across her arm and his shirt. "Ah. Sorry." She blushed and dropped the spoon in the pan, "Let me get a towel."

Dorian pulled the hem of his shirt out and looked down at the damage done. He sighed and shook his head "Don't worry about it." He tugged the shirt off over his head and tossed it to the side with the rest of the dirty laundry.

Laun found a sudden interest in the small area of kitchen counter they had. She had originally thought it was just a dark grey color, but upon the closer inspection it seemed to have flecks of dark blues and black and purple. She also noticed a smudge that she must have missed earlier when she had wiped it down. Her eyes then moved to the small trash can they had put right outside the kitchen area. It needed to be taken out. Then the shoes that had been thrown by the door. Maybe she should move those in case Yogi came in and tripped on them.

This continued till she had unknowingly turned in a circle and hit the wall of flesh she had been trying to avoid. Not that she knew much about half naked men to be able to judge correctly, but she had to say this man had a very nice chest. Her eyes had started around his belly button and travel up to his glowing yellow eyes. “Um.” She stood staring at him completely unsure of what to do with this situation.

Dorian looked back at the girl, usually he'd always try to stay fully clothed around her but if she was going to be flinging spoons around at the slightest of touches it might be better for him, and his shirts to stay this way for a little while longer. Dorian glanced down in the pot to see the spoon was now completely submerged in sauce, he frowned and reached toward the drawer to grab a new one to fish it out with. He paused a moment though, spotting the sauce that the girl had failed to clean off of herself. Without hesitation he gently grabbed her arm, He lifted it to his lips and gingerly kissed the sauce off.