I take my body into consideration, and since everything feels great, I shrug. “I’m confused why we have guests, but otherwise I feel like I’ve gotten the best sleep of my life. I sleep pretty well, too, so that’s saying something.” Usually I sleep like the dead. I once slept through a tornado. It was very scary for my parents, but there’s one sound that wakes me up, and we’ve set that to be the tornado alert on my phone. Not that I plan to spend any time in Tornado Alley, but you know, preparation and all that.
Darcy smiles down at me. “That’s good. You passed out on me, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.”
I think back to what happened, and remember…
“Oh yeah. That was weird. Never had that happen before—didn’t even know it could. What was that about?”
“What happened?” Romily asks.
“I came so hard I passed out. It felt like Darcy hit an orgasm button in my spine. I feel good now, though, so it’s not like he broke me.” I move all my limbs and wiggle my toes, just to make sure, then I grimace. “I should not have slept in my prosthetic.”
Darcy and the others glance down at my leg, and Bellamy says, “It’s only been about half an hour since we heard you scream and came to check on you.”
“Oh, well, it’s not a problem then.”
Fox pulls my attention to him. “You’re a Hell dragon, which means you have an incubator inside you. Darcy woke it up, and that’s why you orgasmed so hard you passed out.”
Romily’s eyes widen comically. “You’re going to want to keep an eye on that since Darcy’s probably able to fertilize your eggs, but don’t worry too much, because it’s astronomically difficult for immortals to propagate.”
I look at Darcy, who already has descendants from previous children, and smile. “At least one of us knows what they’re doing if you did get me pregnant.”
“Eggprant,” Romily corrects immediately. “That’s what we’re calling egg-preg.”
“Yer not pregnant,” Darcy assures me, side-eying Romily. “Or eggprant.” He says that like that’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. I guarantee the seven thousand plus year old has heard at least one thing more ridiculous.
“Ok, but that’s a possibility in the future?” I confirm.
Darcy nods. “Yes, I suppose it is.”
I think about that, nodding as I consider it. “Cool. That’ll give my parents something to look forward to.”
“Astronomical odds,” Bellamy reminds me seriously.
I shrug at him. “Hope is a powerful motivator. I want to keep my parents alive for as long as possible and dangling that carrot will help.”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing—” Darcy starts, but Romily interrupts him.
“I bet it keeps them around until their nineties.”
I nod and point to him. “That’s what I’m thinking.”
Bellamy shakes his head at us. “Since no one is dying, and everyone is healthy, I’m going to the tea room now.”
My stomach growls at the prospect of food, and I swing my legs off the bed, forgetting until I’m already halfway to standing that I’m naked and my pants are around my ankle. “It’s hard getting pants off over the prosthetic,” I explain, sitting back down and pulling myThe Incredible Hulkunderoos and pants up again.
“The first time Fox and I went at it, he literally ripped our shirts off. We were finding buttons for a week.”
I laugh, because that’s a nice visual. “I don’t have enough clothes that Darcy can rip mine off me if he gets in a mood for it. And once the pants come off, I’m not about to put them back on.”
Darcy runs his hand up my back and squeezes my neck. “I think we’re going to have to fill a closet for you anyway. We can add some tear away clothes for fun. Keeping you naked isn’t gonna be a hardship.”
So we’re doing this long term then. Bet.
On the heels of that giddy relationship advancement comes the image of the ruins of my apartment. “Motherfucker. My apartment. That’s going to be expensive,” I remember, standing to pull my pants and underwear over my ass.
I pat my pockets, check to make sure my phone and wallet are there then glance around for my shirt.
Fox hands it to me. “Darcy is wealthy, he’ll pay for it,” he says, as I pull the shirt on.
