Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

52. The Market

Qimir smiled, looking over at you. The two of you had taken a trip, to a neighbor planet. You stood by one of the market stalls buying food. It was a sweetness to how you interacted with others. You were patient, and kind. Force forbid, you even asked them questions and small talked. Qimir wasn't like that, he found most beings lacked substance. Beside you, of course. Your hair was braided, so even from a distance he could see your beautiful face. What made you look even more adorable was the fact that you were borrowing his clothes. It was too big on you, but he loved the sight of you wearing something that was his.

"That is three galactic credits," The lady said, pulling him out of his daydreaming.

"Of course," He coughed up, and gave the lady the credits, as she gave him the bag of his purchase.

You were not a prisoner, and you had never been. He knew you weren't just going to run off, even though you were more than capable of doing so. Qimir trusted you. The two of you had more than just naturalistic intimacy urges between you. It was warmth. He walked over to you, admiring how you fully stayed in your own world. He wrapped his hand around your waist, as he looked down at the woman you were talking to.

"You did not say you had such a charming fella with you," She smiled, looking up at Qimir. Both of you immediately began to laugh. Qimir doubted he had ever been called a charming fella before in his entire life.

"Mmm yeah, my husband is a wonderful guy," You played a long, to Qimir's surprise. Your hand placed on his cheek as you stole a kiss from his lips. He pulled you closer. Oh, he could get used to this.

"You must be newlywed," She asked.

"Only days ago, we're packing for our honeymoon," You turned away from his lips to answer her question.

Qimir didn't know what you were doing, but he absolutely loved it. Your hand around his chin, gently brushing. Holding you tight into him. Hearing your lips calling him your husband. Ah, he began to feel some type of way, which was far from appropriate here publicly. It was just something about you calling him your husband, with your soft silk voice that tickled his brain in all the right places. He wanted to hear it more.

"You should've said so, I'll get you some desert, it's a gift," The lady said, storming off to pack down the desert.

Your cheeks got red, as you lifted your hand for her to stop.

"No, don't worry about us-" You did not intend to cause any stress to the lady. She blatantly ignored you, and gave the cake to Qimir.

"You have a too humble of a wife," she said.

Qimir looked down at you. Wife. He smiled by the thought. It sounded good to hear someone reference to you as his wife. The lady was right too, you were very humble. To an extant, it worried him at times. He just wanted what was best for his wife.

"I agree, my wife is too kind," ah, it felt even better saying it.

He leaned down to your lips, and kissed them deeply, making sure you knew you were loved. This time, he didn't just stop with one kiss, he went in for more and more. He did not care for everyone who saw, he simply wanted to kiss his wife. You laid a hand on his chest, and softly pulled away, blushing.

"I'm sorry, honeymoon," You excused yourself.

"Never excuse yourself for loving," The lady gave you a blink, before she returned to another customer. Qimir, intertwined your hands together, and guided you away from the stall.