Making a Move

They walk towards the church, reaching it quickly as it wasn't that far away. A few parishioners direct them on where to place the cake and after Draven explains their reason for remaining, they are directed to the inside of the church. Draven spots a balcony, secluded off to the side, but in perfect position for observing the wedding down below. The ceremony proceeds without any complications, the bride and the groom not even knowing that Draven and the Captain was observing and rough sketches were being drawn and refined while the Captain worked at adding coloring to the completed scenes until after the ceremony when Maryann introduced her "helpers" to her granddaughter. Draven, his fingers cramping from having drawn so quickly, hands the completed works to the couple who stare in shock and surprise at the quality of the artwork. Draven, despite the distance, was able to capture the love and commitment that each of them felt towards each other in the moment the priest pronounced them man and wife.
After bowing to the trio, Draven and the Captain left the church, and after seeing that the sun is setting, they make their way towards the district where the local inns were positioned. Seeing one that looked to be clean and well maintained Draven and the Captain walk in the doors and go to the desk where a large woman stood, eyeing them warily.
"What can I do for you two?"
Draven slips an arm around the Captains' waist, pulling her closer to his body as he smiles widely up to the woman. "Well, ma'am. I'm Sam Wright and this is my little lady. We just got married and we need a place to hole up for a few days while we rest from the ceremony before we head off to visit my family who couldn't make it for the wedding."
The woman eyes them both with suspicion in her eyes as she tilts her head to the side. "Oh really now? Well in that case, why don't you sign the log here with your names and I'll get the keys to your room. Payment will be due in the morning and for extra days you'll have to pay upfront when you pay for tonight in the morning."
Draven nods and signs the log book as "Sam Wright and wife" before looking at the woman and taking the keys from her hand. Tightening his hold on the Captain he smirks softly and nuzzles the top of her head. "Come on honey, let's get to our room so we can get some rest tonight, after we settle down of course."
The Captain grits her teeth under the hood as they make their way towards the room. Once they reach their destination, she throws off the hood and glares at him. "What do you think you were doing? Introducing us as husband and wife when you could have said we were siblings, cousins, or anything else besides husband and wife?"
Draven shrugs as he takes his boots off, sitting down with a sigh. "I was thinking that if I said you were my wife then I wouldn't have to worry about any of them men in there who was giving you the Look trying something while we slept."
The Captain looks around and moans softly. "Speaking of sleep, they put us in the honeymoon suite. Do you want to sleep in the bed or the settee? I'm good with the floor regardless."
Draven frowns and looks at her as she stands in the middle on the room. He crosses over and sits on the bed, noticing its soft yet firm texture. No dust came from the bedding when he sat down and an idea came to him as he watched the Captain turning around and removing the cloak that she wore over her body and takes off her boots. Beneath he saw that she had put on actual pants that were worn by the crew, as well as a shirt. He tunes her out as she mumbles under her breath and watches as she hangs her cloak up in the armoire. "You know, we aren't on the ship any-more Captain."
She turns to him and frowns before nodding. "I know, I apologize for ranting like I was. It's just… well I don't want you to be forced to do something you don't want to do. That being said." She sighs and seems to visibly steel herself in front of him. "If you want, you can call me by my given name."
He raises an eyebrow. "And that would be?"
"Sarah."
Dravens' expression smoothed out until he smiles softly at her. Lifting his hand he motions for her to come towards him. Sarah walks tentively over to where he sat on the bed and stands in front of him. He reaches out and places his hands on her hips, his fingers resting on the swell of her thighs. "Well then, Sarah, let me tell you something then. Nothing that you could do to me would ever be something that I wouldn't want." He pulls her closer as he nuzzles against her midsection. Sarah's hands rest on his shoulders as he rubs his cheek against her flesh. "Do you know, how beautiful you are to me Sarah? How much I want you? Crave you?"