He was confident in his abilities and Patty was a force to be reckoned with, but one stray shot and it was all over. He could very well watch the love of his life die, or subject her to the same.
His arms tightened around her until she grunted in her sleep. He loosened his grip, but shifted in even closer behind her and opened his eyes.
No. Thoughts like that were unacceptable. He would tear the world apart to protect her, and fight harder than he ever had before to make sure he stayed by her side forever. Nothing was going to happen to them. They would win. And then he would get to spend many wakings with her in his arms, just like this.
“You’re thinking too hard. I can taste it.”
He smiled into her hair. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Patty rolled in his arms, wiggling up until they were face to face. Her forest colored eyes held warmth in their depths, and if the little teasing slant of her mouth was anything to go by, she knew he was lying. He wished he could taste her emotions as she did his.
“Uh huh, sure you don’t. Stop worrying so much,” she said, touching her fingers to his lips. “We are going to kick Unity ass until Jack comes to end this once and for all. We just have to watch each other’s backs and we'll be just fine. Got it?” She flicked his nose with her last words.
He answered by leaning forward and rubbing his nose into her neck, blowing air onto her skin. Patty shrieked, devolving intogiggles as he continued, until he finally pulled back to let her catch her breath.
Her golden brown hair was mussed from sleep and from his play, and the grin she wore was bright, matching the humor dancing in her eyes. Her scales glistened in the early morning light shining through the gauzy curtains of the window.
“I love you,” he told her, sinking fingers into her hair, holding her close.
Her face went soft, and she planted a kiss on his lips. “I love you, too,” she whispered, before kissing him again, her tongue darting out to lick at him. When he opened, she dove inside, deepening the kiss until his heart was beating like a war drum in his chest.
The kiss made him want to tighten his grip on her hair until she gasped. His cock hardened beneath his coverings, but he feared that if they continued as they did last night, he would be buried inside her before either of them had time to prepare.
A full body shiver started as he thought about her taste. He’dlickedher. His fingers had been buried in her tight little cunt, and she’dwrithed,pulling his hair in a way that had set him on a feral edge. When she came on his tongue, he’d almost tossed her to the shower floor and fucked her. He was still stunned he’d managed control, though his resolve had crumbled when she’d asked to take him into her mouth. She’d fuckingswallowedhim down her throat, all the while her clever little hands worked his knot.
When he shuddered against her, Patty broke the kiss with a knowing smirk. He sucked in a breath when her hand snaked down his body to cup him through the thin cloth of his coverings.
“Get lost in some memories there, Rema? Would you like a repeat performance? All you have to do is ask,” she purred, squeezing him for emphasis.
Flowers had bloomed on her shoulders, the scent of her arousal settling around him like a warm blanket. His balls drew up tight when he remembered that today was Heat… and tonight was Consummation. He was going to be inside hertonight.
“I think… that I want to wait for tonight,” he said, his voice dropping to a growl as his grip tightened on her hair. She gasped at the sting and satisfaction curled his lips.
“We can do that,” she said, taking his hand and lowering it to the base of her skull, “but gather your fistful here, and remember,” she leaned in closer to him, “harder.”
His cock twitched under her hand, and he almost embarrassed himself when she lowered it further, curling her fingers around his knot through the cloth and squeezed hard.
He all but threw himself out of bed, much to Patty’s amusement. She rolled to his side of the bed, propping her head on her hand and laughed. “Coward.”
He shook both his left fingers at her, backing out of the room with his dignity intact. But only just.
Back in his room, he showered and dressed as fast as he could, deciding at the last minute to forgo his usual black, picking instead a heavily embroidered gold tunic with deep red pants, and throwing a wide maroon shawl made of a thick, soft fabric over his left shoulder and belting it so it stayed across his body. He thought perhaps Patty would like him in red and gold. The shawl brought extra attention to the width of his shoulders, and he hoped to invite her to admire him.
It was when he was starting to braid his hair in the mirror that it hit him. He was getting married today. From now on, Patty would be with him. They would go to sleep together and wake together. He would get ready with her beside him in the washroom, and her things would sit beside his on the countertop.
Giddy energy made him want to wiggle in place, his wings quivering behind him. His cheeks ached from smiling so hard, and even to himself, his reflection looked like a lovesick fool.
So, he took extra care of his appearance, choosing a single tear drop gold earring for one ear, and three gold rings for the tip of his other. It took all four hands to braid his hair. He knew Patty preferred his hair down, so he left most of it that way, with four small braids pulling the front portions away from his face.
He stepped into gold slippers and took a step back to critique his outfit, running a hand down the shawl to make sure it folded the way he wanted it to across his body. With a final tug at his tunic, he nodded in satisfaction and exited his rooms to go and collect Patty.
Dhenea opened her door instead, smiling when he frowned at her.
“Hello! I know you two have a lot on your minds with the news from your people on the war, but I thought that you could take Patty to the city today? As long as you're back in time to prepare for Heat, of course.”
He looked over her shoulder at Patty, who was attired in a traditional dress of wrapped Dolea fabric in a deep pink color that suited her eyes. Though he wished it wasn’t so very tight, highlighting every single curve of her body. How was he supposed to concentrate on being a good guide when all he could think about was her delectable body?
“You look beautiful, Patty,” he said, forgetting what he was going to say before he spotted her. She’d left her hair down today, the soft strands brushing her collarbone in loose waves. Dhenea had obviously come to paint Patty, as he could see the gold highlighting her claws and blackened fingers extended up her bare arms in the swirling wedding glyphs. The paint also covered her shoulders, and down her chest, visible by the deep V. He knew that it would be on her back… as well as the inside of her thighs.
