RP:No Coupon Required

Synopsis: Tiber and Lanara are whisked away to the Elimdorei Hotel in Vhys after the elopement. Tiber surprises Lanara with a suite for their wedding night while the shy Lanara gifts Tiber a coupon book filled with chores and fantasy favors, love letters, and some scandalous art of the witch. Today was a fairytale? More like today was Tiber's fantasy, but thankfully tonight, there are no coupons required in exchange for his wife.

Part of the New Moon, New Motion Arc

Elimdorei Hotel

Lanara :: As the couple is whisked away from the glade and through the forest, Lanara settles in nicely at Tiber’s side, her gaze trained on the wedding band that now rests beside the extravagant engagement ring. The dazzling chocolate diamond glistens in the night and each time the bride lifts the bottle of champagne to her lips, the sparkle catches her eye and brings a smile to her face. Lanara Banks is a thing of the past, as Lanara Lowell is here to stay! Thinking the name brings her such joy, so she says it aloud, to hear how it sounds, “Lanara Lowell... Lana Lowell... Mrs. Lowell... Mr. & Mrs. Lowell!” She’s giddy from both the fact that she’s legally wed and the fact that things seem to be back to normal, as the couple had hit a really rough patch the past week. Tilting her head, she shyly looks up at her handsome husband and then immediately looks away, a faint blush in her cheeks. Why is she suddenly so shy!? Is it because of the gown? The upgraded relationship status? The fact that she’s all dolled up and has never felt prettier? Whatever the reason, Lana giggles and offers the half empty bottle to Tiber, “Where are we going?” Queen Lunalesca’s carriage lifts into the air and flies over the distance of the seat that separates Cenril and Rynvale, before it gently lowers back onto shore and the winged horses steer towards the north east. The driver glances back knowingly at the newlyweds and tips his hat, but aside from that he doesn’t offer any hints about their destination. Lana takes Tiber’s hand in hers and admires his wedding band, before lifting it to her lips and tracing gentle kisses from his wrist and over the back of his hand, “We’re married!!!”

Tiber sits contently in the carriage that is hauling the newly wedded to their next destination. The man sits across from the girl who is playing around with the name that she had taken from him. He leans back with that champagne and stares at the way her name rolls off her tongue. His name rolls off her tongue. The man grins at her giddiness before sitting up and shifting to sit next to her. A hand reaches to brush her hand that carries the diamond. A thumb runs over her finger before he leans down to kiss that very left finger. The blush that creeps along her cheeks has him looking sly and… at ease. He is confident. Lanara… Lowell. Lowell, now. She’s his for a lifetime. He adjusts his tie slightly to loosen it slightly from his neck, at least until they get to their final destination. “Mrs. Lowell,” he smirks and then watches from the carriage window as it lifts. The man snags the bottle and downs some of the bubbly back. “I guess you’ll be surprised. My goal is not to disappoint, for tonight is… ours.” He looks at the driver and winks. “We’re married, and look, no crazy people ruined it.” He grins wide. The carriage travels for a while longer. The streets of Rynvale look familiar before it is a distant memory. Vhys had been the next destination.

Lanara smiles and shakes her head, “I know… Right?” The past week had been a whirlwind of emotions for the couple and she’s grateful that she didn’t get stranded at the altar, and also that Corrine Venger hadn’t snuck in and stolen her rightful place. -She- belongs to Tiberius Lowell, mind, heart, body, and soul, and it feels so surreal to speak their joined last name. “Lowell.” They are husband and wife, family now, and she is at ease as the realization that Tiber is hers and hers alone for eternity sinks in. As her hand is taken and his lips graze her flesh that blush intensifies and she nervously glances out the window to see Rynvale in the distance. Where are they going? Should she use the safe word before they get intimate? The heat is spreading from Lana’s face to her neck and chest as it seems that it’s been far longer than nine days since they’ve been sensual with each other, and she curses herself for allowing her mind to travel there. A nervous laugh escapes her as the bottle is taken, “I think I had a bit too much…” She fans her face and tries to identify any markers, but it’s not until they cross into Vhys and the carriage slowly descends that she has an idea of where they are. Naturally, Tiberius had planned the finest of accommodations for them, and she inches nearer to the door to have a peek at their destination. The driver returns Tiber’s wink, before he steers the horses safely onto the main street and they trot to the Elimdorei Hotel. As the carriage comes to a stop the driver descends from his seat and opens the side door, offering an arm should the groom or his bride require assistance.

Tiber watched the color flush down to her neck and that caused him to smile even more in wonder. The bashful bride. His head leans down to her ear, “Or maybe you had just enough,” his voice is taunting to continue that playful game. The man pulls back before adjusting his tie again to tighten it back up, for they were about to approach the new town. Elimdor. Tiber waits patiently and holds Lanara’s hand in her shy silence. The atmosphere is… full of happiness, devotion, and… silent desire. As the driver steps down to open the door of the carriage, Tiber walks out first with no need of support. The blonde then turns for the beauty before him as he makes sure to step right in front of the driver. Tiber briefly glances over his shoulder with a knowing gaze at the driver who did not seem to mind. The Catalian extends a hand out for the Kelvarian to help her down. “Lover.” He grins with his face close to her own if she gets down. Tiberius would then turn to tip the driver. “We’ll take it from here.” The driver then nods and goes to reach for bags that had been placed in the carriage and gives them to a bellhop to bring up to the reservation of ‘Lowell’. The driver makes sure to inform the bellhop of the right room. “Mr. and Mrs. Lowell we’ve been expecting you. You will be ready to check-in at the front. It’s dinner hour, but don’t fret, we also offer room service for those who might want a more private evening.” The bellhop looks between the bride and groom. Tiber then reaches for Lanara’s hand. “Shall we?” If they would proceed forward, the couple would be walking into a quaint establishment, but one that was elegant, indeed. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, dark oak interior, and the finest leather. Not to mention that fancy sculpture. “Surprised we haven’t come here before,” he smirks before going to the front to check-in.

Lanara swallows hard and feels a tad faint as Tiber whispers that tantalizing line in her tapered ear, and she’s so bashful in this moment that she cannot even get her lips moving to return a playful quip. Where had the woman that had shamelessly flirted with the lycan since they had met gone? It seems the wedding dress has swallowed up the blushing bride as she descends the carriage and accepts Tiber’s offered hand, their cheeks brushing for a moment as he helps her down. A shiver runs along Lana’s back, but thankfully her husband is busy tipping the driver, and she turns to study the exterior of the establishment. She could never afford a night at a place this fancy, even if she saved up her teachers salary for a year! “I held a masquerade ball here a few years back… The donations went to the sanctuary!” The owner of the hotel had been a man that had a penchant for birds and had adopted one of the talkative macaws, before offering to host a ball in honor of Happy Tails. The step into the entrance and Lana gathers up her train so that it’s not dragging behind and tripping anyone, and the woman's eyes widen as she takes in the sights. She hadn’t been anywhere except in the formal dining room, and she studies each feature with fresh eyes. The black swan is admired as pauses before the fountain, listening to the attentadent speak about how they can have dinner downstairs or call up room service. Lanara didn’t even pack and she’s unsure if Tiber tossed anything aside from lingerie into her overnight bag! “Do I have anything appropriate to wear to dinner?” She -loves- the wedding dress, but she doesn’t want to traipse around in it before strangers, nor does she want to stain the fine fabric. “Or shall we, um, order room service?” She practically squeaks as she offers the alternative, knowing where it will lead. It will be -different- now that they are married, right? The witches in Kelvar spoke of their wedding night with stars in their eyes, and she’s a little scared to bare her soul and body that completely. It’s happening, Lanara. Quit being so unbelievably shy! Still several shades of red and resembling a candy cane, she makes her way up the spiral staircase, as if she has any real clue where they are heading.

Tiber (1 of 2):: Tiber paused. “I mean, I’ve been here before, but -we- have not been here. Together.” He notes. “Is it because of the big bird you hosted the gi–” and then he is cut off with the small questioning as the person at the check-in desk is asking him for minor details. Last names. Two people. Suite. The whole nine yards. A black, shiny; sculpted key is then dangled in front of the man and he reaches out for it. The bags that the bellhop carries are small. Tiber did his best to throw in a few things for the next morning. Some of Lanara’s clothes and some of his. Amber eyes ogle over Lanara’s dress. “Oh, you’re not changing,” he states matter-of-factly. Clearly, the man who was a control-freak had a plan. Her small voice has him side-eyeing her. A very wantful gaze, but one that was lazy and cool. “And we aren’t leaving the room,” the man says slowly. One of the inn-keepers just stares at the two and their passion awkwardly before turning to pretend to do something else. Tiberius then moves to stand in front of the innocently shy woman before slipping a hand behind the small of her back and under her legs through all the chiffon to lift her into his arms if she was not too shaken. The prideful man then would whisk up the stairs to the top floor where the suite would be. The key is in the one hand under her back, so the man decides to squat to get the key in the lock. Click. Then, he would continue to carry her across the threshold.

Tiber (2 of 2):: The suite that was given to them was larger than the average rooms, that was for sure. The floor had that same dark oak that the interior did downstairs. A large bed with white linen and mink pillows and a throw blanket line the bed. Elegant carpet lines the floor underneath certain surfaces in the suite. One under the bed and some under two master chairs in the bedroom. On the bed, those orange rose petals sprinkle across the bedding. The same to match their quick wedding day. The bathroom would offer a huge clawfoot tub with a view of the outside which would be trees to keep the privacy. In the room, there would be a chest with champagne. A fruit platter and different fruit dips would be out. Chocolate, honey, and a white cream. A fireplace would also be in the suite and already crackling for the two guests. The room would also have a sliding door with a small patio with that same tree-lined view.

Lanara (Post 1 of 2) Lanara is in the midst of wandering aimlessly when she feels a palm on the small of her back, followed by a strong arm pressing behind her knees, and within seconds she’s lifted into her lover's arms and whisked up the staircase and through the hotel. A few of the maids look at them along the way, an elderly woman shakes her head at the foolishness of the couple in love, some of the younger girls squeal and swoon over the antics of the groom, and a male carrying fresh towels dreamily ogles Tiber’s physique in that suit. Lanara doesn’t think she can possibly get any redder as she only thought he was supposed to carry her over the threshold into their hotel room, and at their actual home, but it seems she was either misinformed or Tiberius is covering all angles, just to be sure! She laughs as he juggles both her and the key as he opens the door, and she presses a kiss to his cheek once the door swings open and they step inside the room.

Lanara (Post 2 of 2) From her perch in his arms, Lana twists slightly to get a good look at their home for the night, and her jaw drops. The rose petals sprinkled across the bed match those that were in her bouquet, the inviting clawfoot bathtub, an array of fresh fruits with various sweet dips, a small patio to gaze at the stars, and the crackling fireplace are all beckoning the couple to spend the rest of the evening in the comfort of this breathtaking suite. Lanara is silent, though her eyes are full of wonder and her mouth keeps opening and closing as she takes in each decoration. How had Tiber found the time to plan this to such tailored perfection? It’s so thoughtful and he’d flawlessly orchestrated everything to be just the way she would dream up, so it takes her a moment to finally speak, “You’re perfect…” She catches what she said, but she doesn’t retract her original slip of the tongue, “This is perfect, Ty! How did you-? When? I love it!” Lana hugs him close and giggles, “Are you going to put me down?”

Tiber watches Lanara take in the scenery of it all before realizing how long he was holding her. The kiss throws him back into place and he grins at her slip of words about him being perfect. “Oh, whoops.” He then lowers the girl down so she can walk for herself. “The only thing I did was the petals, really. I requested it when I sent a courier earlier today to book the reservation for us while I was in Cenril. It was a tight pull, I’m sure, but I made sure to send a good amount with the courier and pay the courier double. Pulled quite a bit from savings. I might have to get back to… Cenril again for commute work, but I knew Vhys had a snazzy place. They impress although they are smaller.” Pause. “I figured, champagne on the patio. Then, maybe I can draw a bath…?” He says this carefully due to her bashful behavior. “I’m sure travelling wasn’t easy today. It’s been a long whirlwind day. For the both of us. Everything more than what we originally wanted, of course, but… long. I waited a long time for this. For you.” His voice drops quieter before gently reaching out for her hand to kiss her fingertips. A touch of heat on each finger before backpedaling to the ice chest to the champagne. He grabs the flutes and the champagne before backpedaling to the door to the deck. He pivots and waits for her until he pops open the sweet bubbly.

Lanara laughs as Tiber lowers her down so that she can stand on her own, and once her heels hit the carpet she circles the room to truly admire the decor. She turns at his words though and frowns slightly, “I’m… Sorry. You didn’t have to spend a lot on my account… I know this was planned rather suddenly but I would have been fine with just returning home, too!” The last thing she wants is for her new husband to have to pull overtime doing his ‘work’ because he felt he needed to splurge to impress her on their wedding night. Lana feels bad that he went through such trouble and she’s about to offer whatever paltry sum she has in her bank account to help out, when Tiberius mentions drawing a bath and presses a kiss to each fingertip. She inhales sharply and watches the way his lips purse, feeling the heat emanating from that quick brush against her skin, before he’s moving to pour them champagne. All earlier thoughts of gold are forgotten as she feels that electricity between them radiating to new heights and this time her blush is tinged with lust. Lanara nods eagerly, “Yes. That sounds like a perfect plan! Drink. Bath. Bed.” He -had- mentioned the bed, right? Or had she dreamed up that last part? Chocolate eyes trail the man's every movement as she ogles the way he looks in that suit, “You clean up nice, Mr. Lowell.” Her words come out in a silken purr, as she makes her way towards the deck, being mindful not to step on her dress. “I have a wedding present for you, too!” If he allows her a moment, she will move to the one large duffel bag that had been brought along from Shinnan’s Glade, and retrieve a neatly wrapped square package.

Tiber shakes his head quickly. “No, no. It’s not you. I just wanted this to be special, and… well, after building the pack home, well, I knew I would have to go back to find some connections sooner than later.” Meaning, mob-like activity. “But enough of that, I don’t want to talk about work,” he says with a lightness in his tone. Once both of them are on the patio, he grins wolfishly at her mention of ‘bed’. “Bed, Mrs. Lowell…? I was under the idea that… sleep is for the weak.” Those words pool from his mouth so silkenly, the atmosphere grows a little heavier. The man is eager to see what was underneath that dress of her’s, but this fades for a moment as she changes the topic. A wedding gift? For him? “Wedding present?” The Catalian turns to retrieve the small package before eyeing her suspiciously, but then the paper is torn to reveal what was underneath it all.

Lanara doesn’t mind what line of work Tiber wishes to engage in, as long as he comes home to her every night, and perhaps brings her along on a job or two so she can assist. She seems to like the whole roleplaying thing and is always down to cause a little mischief, plus, she can help her man bring in some coin! His suave line has her chuckling and that blush remains, but she looks him straight in the eye as she ups the ante a tad, “Damn straight, Mr. Lowell. Sleep is for amateurs and after a night with me, you may just turn pro.” The heaviness in the air is felt in both their forms and it seems they are playing a game of cat and mouse; he is being gentle yet planned, and she is shy yet sensual. Which will be the first to pounce? She holds his gaze for a long moment, before she hands over the present, and watches as he tears it open like a kid on Christmas. That damned blush -can- darken she finds, as she shyly glances away at the foliage and scenery that surrounds the patio. Tiber is looking at a book of coupons that he can use at any time in their relationship, ranging from some that are extremely tame like doing the dishes or folding his laundry, to some that are so explicit that they would make a sailor blush. In total, there are one hundred and forty-four ‘love’ vouchers in the book, with the chaste ones at the front, the riskier ones in the middle, and a few blanks in the rear so he can fill in whatever he wishes. A love letter has been placed into each section of twelve, so that he can read one each month, until their anniversary next year. Also, there are three accurate drawings of Lanara in some of her skimpiest outfits, courtesy of one of her friends. “My friend Darla is a dancer at the Lazy Eel… I taught her some moves and in turn, she drew me in some scandalous poses for your viewing pleasure.” She pauses, biting her lower lip, “I figure if I’m ever not there one night and you get lonely…Well. I’m not really that far away after all.” Wink. Wink. Tiber. “Ooh let’s make a toast!” Is he still even interested in the champagne and bath?!

Tiber smirks and shakes his head at her response on sleep before unwrapping the book. He squints at the scribbles and flips through a few of the coupons before his face begins to change. He does not blush, no, instead he keeps flipping pages and imagining what each scenario would be. A true coupon book and then the… drawings. A very large, boyish smile creeps on his face and then the man begins to laugh. Not because of the pictures or the thought of a coupon book, but because of how much he loved her. A book of quality time and love… and touch. “You are the most thoughtful in the dorkiest way possible, but… sexiest wife of all.” He sets down the coupon book on a nearby stand outside before turning to her. “I think, though, I get a free ‘coupon’ tonight.” His voice becomes lower as he begins to slowly approach her. “I think we have all night to toast. Or… the rest of our lives. 50th anniversary?” The list goes on with that wicked grin and that soft banter. A hand gently brushes the waterfall strands of hair off of one of her shoulders before he leans down to gently kiss her neck before his nose nuzzles her ear. “I think right now, I’d like to skip to bed. Then, bath. Then toast. Then... maybe bed again.” The man reaches for the buttons on the back of her dress because right now, he had no more control and all he wanted to do is slowly take that dress off his wife.

Lanara didn’t know quite what Tiber’s reaction would be to the gift, but as he scans through each page and that grin grows, she knows she hit the jackpot in giving him this as his wedding present. She laughs as he compliments her and she shakes her head, ‘I wanted to give you something that came from the heart and a bit of my dirty mind.” He’s coming closer and her pulse quickens as she feels that invisible cord wrapping tightly around them until their forms connect. As her husband brushes her curls off her shoulders and gently kisses her neck, she raises her chin to gently nibble on his jaw and nuzzle his throat, as her fingers work to loosen his tie. “I think that plan sounds wonderful, Mr. Lowell.” As his hands find the buttons on the back of her dress, she turns to lead him back into the privacy of their room, a look of desire in her eyes as they soon near the bed. Lana turns to Tiber and they share that undeniable look of love, their gazes holding for a long moment, as they share a knowing smile. It had taken them a long time to get here, but they are finally where they belong. With each other, as husband and wife. For the rest of their lives! And with that thought, they take their time exploring each other long into the night, a night that neither of them will ever forget.