Sammy is here to save the day. Or breakfast, at any rate.

If it was up to Skyler, she’d gladly doom the day to ruin if only she could savour Angelo for just a little while longer.

Fingers dig into her thighs and a soft, near-silent sound escapes alongside her breath. It isn’t quite a plea as much as it is a protest of greed, blunt nails dragging a path down his back. Skyler basks in the warmth of his proximity for those few seconds before they break apart, the ghost of his touch lingering on sun-kissed skin.

Her rumbling belly tells her she’s made the wisest decision. The frisson of lust that shivers up her spine, frustrated, begs otherwise. Skyler’s inclined to agree with the latter.

The clinking of porcelain and silverware soon joins the sizzling of bacon as the table is set. Before long two plates of steaming breakfast food are served - and Sammy can proudly rest for the time being, knowing he’s done his part to keep the kitchen functioning another morning.

The heavenly smell of cooked bacon attracts Dorado back into the sun-soaked kitchen, pupils blown wide with interest as he perches on the nearby chair and peeks up over the table edge. Tail swishing back and forth.

Skyler appears similarly entranced by the slabs of slightly charred meat, eyes fluttering in pleasure when she bites into one. An appreciative hum settles into the space between them, far more suggestive than it has any right to be.

Her fingers stop midway to her lips as she makes to lick them, golden curls catching the light when her head tilts ever so slightly to look at Dorado. Then Angelo.

“I’ve got breakfast, baby.” A wicked smile slowly creeps over her lips. “But I'm afraid it’s still missing the fucking.”

There’s only a moment of hesitation before the second slab of bacon is divided into two. One of them reaches Dorado’s greedy paws and disappears into his maw, lightning-fast, while the other makes its way to Angelo’s plate.

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The promise that tingles across her skin, electric, is as enjoyable as the sunlight that pours down from the port window, bathing her back, Dorado and half the kitchen in shades of gold. Maybe more so, after she catches the edge of a smirk peeking out from behind a mug of coffee. A dare dangling from it, lazy, perfectly positioned for her to take advantage of it.

"You're not stealing my breakfast, Vestri. I'll take it to bed with me and you can come with - if you want." As if to punctuate this sentiment, Skyler all but shoves half of the egg into her mouth. Some yolk escapes, briefly dribbling down the corner of her mouth before Skyler catches it with the back of her hand.

Ah, to be the epitome of grace.

Apparently satisfied with his own breakfast, Dorado's purr reaches new heights. Skyler reaches out to scratch his head distractedly, and two twin half-circles of pure golden malice stare smugly at Angelo as if to say, 'see, who's the favourite now'?

Utterly oblivious to this, Skyler sips from her own coffee mug, sighing softly at the taste. "Yeah, I'm free." It seems like months since they'd had a whole day to themselves. The possibility brings an excited gleam to silver eyes, and the captain leans forward without realizing it.

"All day, Angel?" Her tone is equal parts hopeful and provoking. Forget the bedroom, a whole realm of possibilities had just opened up, and Skyler had never been one to waste an opportunity like this.

An unmistakably devious grin stretches, lazy-like, across her lips.

"Finally going to show me 'round your plane?"

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Skyler doesn't need to be sold on the proposal that falls from Angelo's lips, adventure dawning enticingly on the horizon. Breakfast is quickly consumed and an attempt at feline vengeance is delayed, though Dorado's malicious glare remains undeterred on Angelo, steely tail swishing back and forth like a whip.

Plotting the unavoidable demise of the pilot's shoes - once both humans were out, of course. The cat was perfectly aware that in his captain's eyes, he could do no wrong. 

The day eventually greets them once again with blue skies and distant fluffy clouds that drift on chilly winds, Wingull soaring between ship masts and screeching over the backdrop of crashing waves. A perfect day for sailing, an ever better one for flying.

On the way to the Hangar they walk past a small morning market, fishermen and sellers alike greeting Skyler by name or title. Quite a few recognize Angelo too, mostly as Mr Dross's son-in-law, to no surprise. The man had shouted that little tidbit of information to anyone who would hear him, even before Skyler and Angelo had actually been married.

"Think we should bring a little snack?" There was fish, of course, but also sweets and savoury pastries and cured meats. 

Behind them, a small horde of Wingull watches with beady eyes as people walk past. One of them waddles into the street, snatching a kid's lollipop before taking flight.

"Bet that one's yours, Angel."

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"What, no Carvanha for dinner this time, Angel?" Her teeth flash in a teasing smirk, reminded of their very first adventure within a lush jungle. No matter wherever their ventures take them, it seems remote islands call to them more than any other place. In Hoenn or otherwise. "I'm disappointed. I heard they go really well with pilfered tequila."

The smell of freshly baked goods also draws her in, despite the breakfast that she'd all but shoved into her mouth not too long ago. Coarse digits distractedly hook around the loop of his jeans, thumb sneaking past his shirt to find warm skin in an intimate caress.

Half-circles of silver briefly sneak a look up at Angelo. "No, no rush at all." Whether this is an intentional provocation or not remains a mystery, but the blonde does turn to greet the street vendor with suspiciously timed enthusiasm. 

She leans forward to accept the bag of baked goods, including a loaf of freshly baked bread. Her eyes gleam with no small amount of self-satisfaction as she turns them to Angelo. Making sure to rasp a nail just above the line of his jeans before moving away to survey other stalls. 

A couple of fishermen call her over, and a lively conversation ensuing while beady eyes watch. One of the Wingulls waddles forward, sneakily. It catches Skyler's eye and very deliberately inches closer to a fish. Its reminds her of a certain blue-eyed annoyance.

Maybe that's why she lets it get away with its prize.

"We got lucky, after all." She returns with a cooler in hand, removing the lid with a little flourish to show her husband its contents. Within, among other fish, rests a single Carvanha. "They heard it's a favorite of Mr Dross's son-in-law." It definitely wasn't Skyler who'd told them that.

Sunlight catches on the sharply amused curl of her lips. "Guess we have our dinner sorted out."

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A small flock of Wingull follow them up the incline and away from the bustle of the seaside market, their squabbling a familiar sound over the distant lapping of waves over the shore.

Looking mightily pleased with her haul, Skyler keeps a tight grip on what might become their lunch. She knows those winged menaces too well to allow them an opportunity, no matter that Angelo has somewhat trained them to do his bidding.

The Hangar comes into view not too long after, a monolith of rusted steel and cracked pavements. Signs of wear and tear hang onto the structure despite Angelo's recent attempts at renovating parts of it. Still, it's clear that slight changes had been made since he'd acquired it, and Skyler notes each of them with a swell of pride.

Ghostly tails hang from its sun-baked roof, lazy yellow stares following them into the hangar itself. While this would've caused a shiver to go down Skyler's spine not too long ago, she's become used to the Dragapult's presence. Some of them prefered the Sotally Tober's mast, including her good buddy Whisky.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a volley of flying shapes whizzing by, their enthusiastic chittering nearly startling Skyler into dropping lunch. She drops the bags onto a nearby table with an amused huff instead, and while Angelo gets the plane ready for departure, Skyler busies herself yeeting excited Dreepy into the sheltered bay area.

Soon enough, however, they rise to embrace the blue skies. The rush brings a joyous, fierce smile to Skyler's mouth while a wandering hand grips the coarse fabric of Angelo's jeans. 

"Where to, Captain Vestri?" Her humor falls somewhere between sharp and affectionate, reflected in a flash of teeth. Islands dot the horizon, most of them seemingly uninhabited. "I say we venture into uncharted territory." What would the fun be otherwise? She'd seen the hand-drawn maps. But she wanted more than that. She'd never been satisfied navigating known waters.

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Pressure on her chin drags her eyes away from mischievous blue and into a canvas of wispy, cerulean sky. For a moment, she thinks to take the digit between her teeth, but soon abandons the idea. Distracted.

She blinks against the harsh sunlight, pinpointing two darting figures cresting over the sparse clouds just as Angelo speaks. A soft smile pulls at the corners of her lips when one of them falls back, approaching just enough for the captain to give a small wave of her hand.

"There's lunch for you too!" Probably. Skyler had brought too much for just the two of them, only partially on purpose. The rumble of the plane's engine swallows most of her words, but that doesn't deter the captain in the slightest. Her grin widens, catching a golden gaze. "I got Pecha Berry cookies!" 

Eventually, Latias twirls away to join her brother further ahead and Skyler falls back against her seat. Nails resume their path up the coarse fabric of Angelo's jeans, purposeful. Temptation sits heady in the space between her skin and his and Skyler revels in it, in the rush as her lips - slow and featherlight - brush over his jawline. Teasing, and wildly uncaring for the consequences.

"Oh? That so?" Is that her teeth scraping against his earlobe? "Better make it good, Captain Vestri." The words are purred against the rough, unshaven surface of his face. Drawing back, she casts her silver gaze over the endless expanse of ocean and sky. Rising from a backdrop of calm turquoise, Skyler catches sight of an approaching island as they start their descent.

And there, on the far edge, a relatively protected ocean bay...

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