"I am absolutely yours," she agrees enthusiastically, and then she can go right back to trying not to make too many sounds.

And this succeeds at distracting him from unpleasant things and letting him focus mostly on pleasant things, like everything he's doing to her, and also the horrible thought he had earlier about being in an Ana/Zak sandwich that is a terrible idea which will never happen and furthermore is the hottest thing to ever cross his mind. Focusing on that can keep him happy for the rest of the night, possibly even keeping him up a bit later than what would strictly speaking be a sensible sleep time.

His wife will be fortunate if she's able to walk tomorrow. Soreness is going to be a given at this point, but she is so incredibly not sorry. Opposite of sorry. Extremely happy with this state of affairs. He's such a good husband! So attentive! So good at shutting her mind up from complicated dramatic familial affairs that involve a childhood best friend having an infatuation with her and then bedding her sister! She is so happy to be lost to his touch.

She does have the presence of mind to have some water before she stops resisting the lull of unconsciousness, and uses the privy, but once that's done: she is going to snuggle him aggressively and then be lost to the world.

When she wakes up the following day she'll find her husband already awake, one arm around her and the opposite hand massaging his own cheeks and jaw. She's not the only one who's gonna be feeling sore, here.

Anavett cracks open an eye, then grumbles something incoherent and nestles closer to him to hide from the morning.

"Mmmhiii," she mumbles, a bit more coherently.

"Good morning, my love," he says with a smile and a kiss to the top of her head.

"G'morning." It's barely intelligible; she's nestled so close to him it's hard to hear her. "My husband."

"Sleep well?"

“Mmhmmhm.” Yawn. “Probably’ll sleep in anyway,” she adds, pulling away enough to fix him with a playfully accusative smile.

"Sleep in? When there's so much else we could be doing this fine morning?"

“‘So much else’? Are you excited to begin your day, my lord? Have lots of tasks to see to before the day is done?”

"Yes and at least half of them are you."

“You’re insatiable,” she snorts, then she displays that she’s woken up rather quickly by pouncing and moving atop him.

“Fine, fine,” she says mock imperiously, as if she’s doing him a great service. “But I am sore, so this time will be a bit different, and I’ll give my lord husband’s poor mouth a break, hm? I do want to show my appreciation for your care.”

"I shall do whatever pleases milady, naturally."

“Your lady wants to please her lord, then send him off to deal with his other duties once she’s done with him, because the world does continue to move outside of this room.” Kiss. “And then actually sleep in, because I am also tired. But it’s more efficient to lounge in bed with your seed within me, don’t you think?”

A small soft flush climbs up his neck. "Only practical," he agrees.

Suffice to say, they have a lovely time before she sends him off to be a proper lord and see to the needs of his men. Then she informs her servants (who probably are well aware what she and her husband were doing and just politely pretending to be running late instead of giving them space) that she’ll be sleeping in today, and does. Being married is great.

Today he has no meetings, he's meant to be gathering information and resources from his men, so he starts going around and doing that. Which means that he's getting rather a lot of teasing, and people did notice he and his new wife skipped dinner, too. But honestly all of them are very impressed with his voraciousness and it's clear that his antics are making them think of him as more of a man than a boy, so he'll take it.

(It's also secretly hilarious; he's been about this active since he was twelve, he only managed to keep it a secret. And it does still feed his ego.)

Not having anything scheduled means he's very easy for a certain lord to find and then pull into a corner. It's rather impressive how good he is at finding corners.

"You talked to her." Not a question. "And... she was okay with it? No, she actively encouraged you. Huh." So he pulls Alis in for a rather deep kiss before Alis can even get a word in.

Alis can't really complain, honestly. Even his annoyance at Zak's unreasonable mind reading skills is very muted by how happy he currently is, and he returns the kiss with gusto.

Eventually Zak does pull away—only enough that they can talk, he's still trapping his lover very close to himself—and says, "So, want to share the details?"

He doesn't even have to really bite down on the sarcastic remark. Turns out when you're this cheerful it just comes naturally.

"You were right. She'd guessed it. And... her immediate first reaction was to try to come up with ideas to make us be able to stay around each other after this."

Eyebrow raise. "That so? And what, pray tell, were the ideas?"

"She was thinking of ways to, uh... get you to join the Night's Watch."