Javid and Aztrexia's Yurt

Simple is the room you stand within. A few lush and vibrant rugs cover the dirt floor while a mass of locked trunks cover what the rugs do not. There's a low table surrounded by lush pillows and adorned with one of the glass bowls from their wedding. The table shows signs of Trexa's herb work upon it, and her mortar and pestle practically live upon it. Aztrexia and Javid's bed takes up most of the space, large and plush, it is the most luxuriant item in the yurt. It is covered in fur blankets and wrapped in silk sheets.

It's been a month since Javid's turnday and finally, the gift Aztrexia wished to bestow upon him has arrived…in a sense. She'd hoped to be able to do this beforehand, but nature takes its own course and answers to no woman. And finally, finally, she got the good news yesterday. After over a turn of trying and waiting and watching, she's finally become pregnant and all the worry about how she would feel about it has vanished, the healer's news had been music to her ears and she'd spent the day taking it all in, amazed at how OK she feels moving forward. Now however, now it's time to tell her husband, who she knows has been waiting very patiently, and longingly, for a child of his own.

And she'll need to tell a certain spyling what's up, as that Sr. Spyling will be taking over the herb handling in classes. Ryott will most certainly be happy about that. So, laying in bed, next to a sleeping Javid, Trexa works out how she might land the news. Should she be sneaky? Upfront? Vague? Being a spy lends so many creative ways to deliver news that she actually has to think, and think hard about it. Hopefully she has it worked out before her husband wakes.

In a way, Javid has been waiting with proverbially bated breath ever since Aztrexia said she was amenable to having children. His own watching and waiting has been very self-contained; he has had no wish to make her feel pressured in any way. They both know that things happen when they are meant to happen. For the moment, he sleeps on, blissfully unaware of what may be awaiting him upon waking…which should happen soon, considering sunrise isn’t too far off. Despite the fact that it’s winter, the brazier keeps the air warm enough that he sleeps without a shirt, as he prefers. So it is that bared shoulders crest above the blankets, shifting subtly with the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. One arm is flung above his head, however, likely the result of some dream or other.

Light as a feather and silent as the night (for now), Trexa sits up and slips from the bed for a drink of water. Then, an idea dawning, she slips on an overcoat and out of the yurt, moving towards the cook fires. After begging some breakfast essentials and a couple of pots off of them, she returns to the yurt and begins making a savory breakfast for them both on the large brazier that dominates the center of the room. Soon enough, the strong smell of klah and bacon rises to the air, mingled with eggs and herbs and the scent of butter melting on toast. It makes Trexa’s stomach rumble and roil at the same time, but it’s well worth the surprise to Javid.

It isn’t the brief swirl of cooled air entering the yurt from Aztrexia’s momentary departure that stirs Javid. But the scent of food cooking inside is something that never happens, so it’s that that causes his waking, a deep breath in automatically setting his stomach to rumbling with the scent of breakfast. Amber eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded as he turns his head and bends his raised arm to prop his view a little higher when he looks toward the brazier. His lips tilt into a drowsy, lopsided smile as he watches his wife for a long moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that before.”

Hearing Javid’s voice, Trexa turns her head to look over her shoulder at Javid, a smile on her face. “I’ve done plenty of cooking on our road trips.” Her tone holds a bit of a laugh to it and she winks, she knows he probably means cooking at home. “I was up early and needed something to do. You hungry?” She quirks a brow as she removes now cooked eggs from the pan. She sets things down and tucks her hair into a loose bun at the nape of her neck.

At home, yes, and the cheeky arch of Javid’s brow in answer to Trexa’s wink indicates that is indeed what he’s thinking. “I am,” he answers, stretching and then sitting up to look around for his pants, the blankets falling to his waist as he does so. “I don’t think I can be anything but with how wonderful that smells.” He soon finds what he’s looking for and slips out of bed, pulling his trousers on as he goes and cinching the drawstring snug before padding across to his wife, slipping his arms around her. “Thank you for the unexpected waking, my fire,” he says, dipping his head to gently kiss her neck.

“Good.”

Trexa’s response to her husband’s hunger is sent with a wide smile and a chuckle when he wraps his arms around her. She’ll tilt her head a bit to allow him more access to her neck, but it’s a bit harder to do right now because his thank you has her chuckling a bit harder. “You’d better get used to those,” she says of unexpected wakings. She doesn’t elaborate though, just continues making breakfast and, humming to herself as she does so.

“Oh?” Javid questions, taking advantage of the tilt of Aztrexia’s head for a few long moments before letting his arms slip away. He goes about searching for some plates and utensils then, glancing her way with a curious lift of one dark brow. “Are you changing your schedule? Or have you just decided you’d rather cook breakfast yourself from now on?”

Trexa chuckles softly and shakes her head, her hair tumbling around her face as she does so. Moving around to pull the food from the brazier and pour the klah, she pieces together how to put her announcement. She sips from her mug of klah and offers Javid his before she speaks. “Well, yes and no. Both of our schedules will be changing… mine much sooner than yours.” She smiles mischievously at Javid, eyes twinkling. “But I’d say that in about eight or nine months from now we’ll be screaming for all the sleep we can get, and begging for just one more normal morning.” She sips a bit more of her klah then, eyes continuing to twinkle with that mischievous light as she waits for that to sink in.

At Aztrexia’s first, Javid’s eyes narrow subtly as though to say is that so? That impish smile, however, brings forth a little smirk of his own as he sifts her words for what she’s actually saying. He sips from his own klah, though he’s distracted in that act as she continues speaking. When there’s an amount of time specified, there’s little that really needs to sink in for him. Amber eyes sharpen upon her with keen attention, his mug set down on the nearest safe surface before he steps close, peering down at her. “Trexa…” His hand lifts to settle against her cheek. “Are you…? Truly?”

Trexa has a feeling when Javid sets his mug down and sets her own down in the process. She turns her cheek into his hand, kissing his palm before she answers. “Well and truly.” She flicks her gaze upward, locking gazes with him. “I was late, feeling unwell and had a suspicion. One of the healers confirmed it for me last night.” The smile that follows is enough to show how she feels about it, hopefully. This has been a long road for them both, one that Trexa dug her heels in on at first. But turns of living a free woman, of living with the Haeyleri, have softened her to the idea, and having a child of Javid’s fills her with excitement and pride and love, all things that dance merrily in her eyes after she confirms her pregnancy.

There’s an expression of awe that gradually blooms upon Javid’s face as Trexa explains. He’s beaming by the time she finishes, framing her face with both hands. “My love,” he murmurs roughly before pulling her into a kiss overflowing with the joy coursing through him, bright and wonderful beyond anything he’s ever felt before. He dips down abruptly, wrapping his arms around her hips and thighs and lifting her up so that he has to crane his neck to find her eyes. He kisses her stomach, rich, low laughter subtly jostling his frame as he nuzzles there, then looks up at her again. “How far along?”

That face, that wonderful glowing expression, that is part of what makes this so special, so exciting for Trexa. She drowns in his kiss and squeals when he picks her up. A most undignified sound indeed, but she can’t help it. His laughter is contagious and she finds herself sort of giggling in response as she braces herself on his shoulders and looks down. “Not quite a month yet. I think we conceived him on your turnday.” Blushing she watches as he nuzzles her stomach. Yes. She said him, not that she knows, but she’s making a guess anyway.

Learning that Aztrexia likely became pregnant on his Turnday has Javid’s grin waxing rather smug. Her assertion that their child is a boy, already, earns a laugh. “And just what makes you think it’s a him, my fire?” he asks teasingly, letting her slip through his arms so that he can settle her on the floor, still in his embrace.

Trexa shrugs, a quirky smirk on her lips as he lowers her. “I just have a feeling.” She'll be happy with either and she's just guessing, but it's fun to guess. She wraps her arms around Javid's neck and kisses his lightly. “Your breakfast is getting cold.” She nods towards the waiting feast.

“Hmmm… If you’d like to say you’re carrying our son, far be it from me to say otherwise,” Javid answers, tilting his head to grant her easier access to his neck. “I will be overjoyed with either. And float upon this joy now.” Aztrexia’s mention of the food getting cold earns a low chuckle. “Let’s eat then,” he suggests, and then dips his chin to find her lips once more. “Though I should warn you that I may still be…hungry afterward.” He wasn’t expecting to feel even more amorous after learning she was pregnant, but he’s just going with it.

Aztrexia laughs, giddy and a bit drunk off the moment. “By all means Shadow, eat your fill.” She winks and turns to serve them both, klah being drunk intermittently. After they have seated themselves, she's quiet for a moment, mind wandering in comfortable silence. “I hope Ryott is ready for this.” She chuckles again, shaking her head as she enjoys a bite of eggs. Speaking of Ryott and work… “I should probably step back from field work for the time being, do you have someone that can fill the gap?”

The wicked curve to Javid’s smile in the wake of Trexa’s first should convey quite well that he fully intends to do just as she says. He does, however, sit and tuck into his breakfast quite eagerly, humming over the matter of Ryott. “It’ll likely cut into the time she likes to spend ‘practicing’ out in the Bazaar and such. But I’m sure she’ll understand how much responsibility it is,” he surmises. As for her last, he nods. “It shouldn’t be difficult, considering how little there’s been lately.” He takes another bite, sighing as his brow furrows with a thought he keeps to himself for the moment.

Aztrexia chuckles. “Perhaps having less time in the bazaar will be good for the scamp.” Aztrexia has noticed a slight shift in Ryott's behaviors and dress of late, perhaps the girl is maturing in ways beyond intellect…she is getting to that age. As for the last, Trexa nods, about to reply that a light workload is a good thing, but she catches that sigh and furrowed brow. “What's on your mind Shadow?” She raises a brow, her fork dangling above her food like a slow swinging pendulum.

If there’s one person Javid doesn’t attempt to filter much of his thoughts and feelings from, it’s Aztrexia. Still, the fact that she homes right in on his pensiveness earns a soft chuckle. Finishing his current bite, he lifts his eyes to her and moves his hand to her knee beneath the table, his thumb skimming over the curve of it slowly. “It seems silly to be concerned over anything,” he admits almost sheepishly. “You’ve just told me we’re having a child, my love… How anything else is getting past that is beyond me.”

“Aye. That I have. And you, are deflecting.” Trexa narrows her eyes playfully at Javid and takes a bite or two more of her food before her free hand slides over Javid's under the table and she speaks again. “What is it you're worried about?” Again that questioning eyebrow raises itself and she levels her gaze with his amber one.

“I am not,” Javid counters, dark brows arching high before settling back down in a slightly disgruntled line as he realizes that yes, he is. He smirks and gives a little grunt, sighing again and taking another bite before answering. “I’ve been…questioning our relevance lately,” he replies quietly, sticking some more eggs with his fork but not putting them into his mouth just yet. “The spies. I’m wondering…if we aren’t simply more than glorified guards for our leaders at this point. It’s a job that I will gladly continue until I die, but…what is our purpose really, my fire?”

“We may be just that, for the time being. It's easy to get bored and restless when things are at peace. Willimina is a wise woman, she must have her reasons for keeping the spies a living entity.” Trexa takes a couple of bites of food, chewing on it as well as what she will say next. “This is why we have specialties outside spyhood, and we still must guard our shipments and though the events of Turns past have settled, there's always the chance there will be another uprising. Leaders who enact the type of change and progressive ideals that Willa has always face battles of opposition.” Aztrexia has ridden both sides of the fence on this, once on the opposing side and now on the latter side of things. She washes down another bite with some klah and looks questioningly at Javid. “What is it that has you pondering our relevance?”

Javid shovels more food into his mouth as his wife answers, chewing thoughtfully. “There are a few of the spylings who don’t really seem to have livelihoods outside of this. Ryott among them,” he points out. “Perhaps…it’s something we should make a point of enforcing.” To the rest, he nods slowly, sipping down some klah and rumbling his agreement. And yet…he still has to seriously ponder Aztrexia’s last. “Suppose the spies were no more tomorrow,” he says. “Would we truly be missed? Our shipments would have guards, Willimina and her family would have muscle against an uprising…” He shakes his head against himself this time. “But you are right. Without us, there would be little to provide advance notice of anything discovered through whispers. Even outside the caravan, we’ve ended a few issues before they’ve even begun…”

Another sigh leaves him, and he sits back a little, his hand slipping from beneath hers and lifting to her cheek. “Perhaps it is more that I am simply worrying. Over nothing, at that.” His thumb skims across her cheek, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I am grateful for you, my love. You are essentially my own second, you know.”

Trexa’s brows furrow when Javid mentions a few spylings not having a trade beyond espionage. She sighs, nodding in agreement. “Aye, I agree with you there, it is something we should enforce.” Javid’s line of questioning has Trexa falling into thoughtful silence for a moment. “Say we were. We are resourceful; it isn’t as if we would stop existing, just our ranks…or half of them anyway. Are we no more than our jobs make us? Or are we enriched beyond that? Those are the questions we should be asking ourselves, I think.” Trexa turns her cheek into Javid’s touch and smiles, blushing. But then she chuckles, and winks at him. “Is that a job offer then?” She asks cheekily.

Javid nods thoughtfully as Trexa speaks, one corner of his mouth lifting as she continues to prove just why he needs her. Her last elicits a grin, and he leans closer with the clear goal of a kiss at some point, his forearm upon the table. “Quite possibly,” he answers, his gaze flickering downward, “though…something official will have to wait awhile, for good reason.” His eyelids flutter as his gaze finds hers again, heavily hooded with their proximity. “Unofficially, I am simply putting into words what has been true for some Turns now.”

At first, Trexa has the urge to be excited about the possibility of being Javid’s assistant and to toss him a teasingly smarmy remark in return, but his last has her blushing and dipping her gaze to hide it beneath her eyelashes. It is wonderful, to be acknowledged so, even if she does what she does because she loves him and no reason more. When she looks back up, her hazel gaze is warm and happy, as is the coy smile at her lips. “Well, I do what I can Shadow.” Dropping her fork onto her plate, she takes the initiative and moves in to plant her lips upon Javid’s in a slow exploration, her hands moving to either side of his face sliding against the shadow of scruff there.

Again, Javid finds himself quite pleased that he’s able to make Aztrexia blush from time to time. Who would he confide in if not her? He can think of no one else, nor does he wish to. His smile curves deeper when her eyes find his again, and he abandons his own fork as she leans closer, meeting her halfway to seal their lips with a slow, soft sigh that becomes a low rumble as the kiss stretches on. His fingers slip back into her hair, gently sifting while he takes his time in tasting her in turn. Affection mingles with gradually rising heat to buzz across his nerves, the latter eventually compelling him to turn in his seat, slip his free arm around her waist, and pull her onto his lap. He grins briefly against her lips then, a low, quiet chuckle of pleasure vibrating through him as her warmth is quickly taken up by bared skin that’s become cooler than he thought in the morning air. “Have I mentioned lately,” he asks between presses of his lips, “how much I enjoy getting to wake up with you?” Granted, it doesn’t usually involve breakfast cooked in the yurt, but he loves it all the same.

From the first press of their lips to the slide into Javid’s lap, Trexa is relaxed, putty in adept hands. Heart racing, she hums with pleasure at her husband’s eager response, a sense of closeness welling up that she’d never experienced before him. She feels much the same as Javid, the man being her only confidante in life. This is where she is safe, loved and most herself. Her nerves are singing by the time the Spymaster speaks and she vibrates with barely contained energy as she locks her boiling hot gaze with his. She gives a throaty laugh before responding, and steals another brief kiss. “Mmm… I can’t recall, but I can’t say I don’t enjoy hearing it love.” She leans her forehead against his, her hands moving to sift through his hair, nails grazing his scalp.

“Then I will be sure to let you know it often.” Javid answers stolen kisses with more of his own, hands wandering all he can touch of Aztrexia before slipping up under her shirt to spread over her back. “Thank you for breakfast, my fire,” he rumbles, lifting her up against him as he rises. “I think I am quite awake now.” And clearly becoming more so, as she’ll come to find while he turns and takes her back to their bed. He tilts his head to feather his lips along her neck. “And very eager to let you know how much I love you yet again.” Something he never tires of doing, of course.