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So touch me again
I feel my shadow dissolving
Will you cleanse me with pleasure?
Gaster believes his girlfriend may be going mad.
The hours grew long as the work day came to a close, golden dappled sunlight streaming through the tiny windows of the quiet office trailer. The building served as a temporary base of operations for the newly formed research team consisting of monsters and humans. Gaster acted as the head of operations in rebuilding the CORE, but ultimately after his...incident that caused his Fall, he was stripped of the title Royal Scientist and reported directly to Doctor Alphys.
(He did not mention to any soul how irked he was that his once intern was also stripped of her title, but had it reinstated for reasons that only she and the Queen were privy to.)
His office was situated in the back corner of the trailer, almost every surface of the small space covered in documents; technical manuals, scientific papers, blueprints, data readouts, spreadsheets, an assemblage of organized chaos that he was actively contributing to as he toiled away at his latest report after his colleagues had called it quits for the day.
Three quiet, precise knocks rasped on his door, disrupting his concentration. He glanced up from his laptop, sockets widening as he saw Alex standing on the other side, giving him a small wave through the narrow window. His girlfriend had never been here before, not that the gray cubicle walls and cramped quarters were anything to marvel at. But in order to reach him, she must have talked her way past several security checkpoints. That may not have been the most difficult task for her, she was rather unassuming. Alex was quite small for an adult female human, and in his biased opinion, exceedingly adorable (it was the freckles, surely). Most would (very, very) incorrectly deem her a non-threat. She must have tracked his SOUL to find the right building and locate his office.
Regardless of how she managed it, getting past armed guards as an unauthorized visitor to a secure research station was quite a breach of protocol.
<This is rather unexpected, come in,> he signed, pushing open the door and ushering her inside, slightly wary as he closed it behind them. He teased along their shared bond, hoping to gain clues from her mood, but all he sensed was anticipation and excitement. It did not allay his concern.
<What are you doing here?>
“You’ll see in just a minute. It’s nothing bad, I promise. I have a surprise for you.” she answered with cheerful enigmatism. Her phone was procured from her purse (since when did she carry a purse?), her fingers deftly tapping on the screen a few times. He took a moment to look her over while she did...whatever it was with her phone, his concern only growing the more he observed of his mate. She was wearing a skirt for the first time he could ever recall, the pleated fabric falling just low enough to be considered decent, but aggressively toeing that line. She had paired it with a risqué blouse sporting a deeply plunging neckline, and a cardigan that may as well have been an afterthought, the flowy sweater a halfhearted attempt at modesty. Who was this woman who looked just like his star, yet nothing like her at all?
He cleared his (non-existent) throat, prompting her to look up.
<What are you doing, my dear?>
“Reprogramming the door lock so only your card key can open it.”
[...What?] he croaked in wingdings.
His star is also alarmingly intelligent.
“Well I can’t have someone else walking in.” she said matter-of-factly, and with another tap on her phone, the door lock flashed green, then red to indicate its new directive. A casual wave of her hand, her fingers haloed with ghostly flames of Blue Magic, and the blinds to his office door were tugged down, covering the glass pane. She glanced around one last time to ensure there were no other windows (or perhaps means of escape) before she primly returned her phone back from whence it came.
And regarded him with a smile and a glint in her varicolored eyes that might be considered predatory.
She wouldn’t.
...
...Would she?
He raised a brow bone and her grin grew wider as she sauntered, sauntered, over to him.
“By the way, the surprise is me.”
Yes, he concluded, she has lost her mind.
[Alex,] his voice strained between a half dozen conflicting emotions, confusion and frustration and desire and fear among their number, [Might I remind you that Queen Toriel is quite unhappy with me.]
“Uh huh.” she murmured, licking her lips as she drew near.
[And that the slightest indiscretion would lead to my probation being threatened, or perhaps my career?]
“Yup.” she airily replied, her slender fingers lifting to unbutton his lab coat.
He gasped her small hands in his, clutching them tight enough that he knew he was hurting her, the slightest wince in her eyes, but he did not relent.
[What has gotten into you? Why are you doing this?]
She frowned, and for the first time since her arrival, he saw his Alex again, regarding him critically.
“Just like I said, surprising you. You’re always doing so much for me, I wanted to return the favor.”
His hands relaxed their grip, unthinkingly rubbing soothing circles into her palms with his thumbs while he contemplated her intentions. This girl...Everything good in his life is a direct result of her intervention. She gives him everything, her heart, her body, her SOUL, every ounce of herself is offered to him. On their shared bed she trusts him implicitly, unreservedly, surrendering her fragile form to satisfy his whims. It was why he was so very hesitant to take from her. He already had so much more than he deserved, but he knew himself, knows that he selfishly won’t stop if left to his own devices. And she won’t tell him no.
[While I appreciate the thought, don’t you think this is a little too risky?] he attempted to delicately dissuade her, and perhaps himself.
“Not really. I am pretty sure Toriel couldn’t care less where I jump your bones, just as long as you aren’t doing any unsanctioned experimentation,” she lifted her, and thus his, hands to her lips, kissing his metacarpals, “Trust me, this is sanctioned. For the good of monster-human relations.” she formed the words against his bones with mock solemnity, and a poorly disguised grin.
[I get the distinct impression that your scope is a little too broad--] “Ah!” the startled sound that escaped him was rather undignified, but impossible to restrain, as her little pink tongue was drawing a line of heat over his bones.
She was going to be the death of him.
“Can you just relax and let me do this? I’ve made sure we won’t get caught, and you need to have a little more fun. You’ve been so overworked lately, let me take care of you.” she said, drawing one hand free of his grip and lifting it to his shoulder to coax him down into a kiss. He automatically followed her bidding, much as he always did, bending low until his lips pressed to hers. She was so, so soft against his bones, softer than rose petals, warm and sweet and everything he could possibly desire. All his, all that was indulgent and blissful, all that he had absolutely no right to partake in, all that he was entirely unworthy of.
But he has always been selfish, and so he takes anyways. How could he possibly say no when she so willingly offers?
He released her other hand, a silent sanction of whatever devious plot she had in mind, and he knew it was devious by the taste of her wicked grin and something giddy ringing from her side of the Bond.
She nudged him backwards while still kissing him, carefully so that neither of them tripped, until the backs of his femurs bumped against his desk. Her Blue Magic flared again, neatly stacking the contents of his desk (even alternating the orientation of each document so he could easily separate them later, stars he loved her) and pushing the pile off to one side before giving him one last nudge with her palm on his sternum, urging him to sit.
Once propped up on the edge of the desk with his knees on either side of her, bracketing her small frame, she pulled away from the kiss to resume where she left off unbuttoning his lab coat. Freeing all the fastenings and slowly parting his coat, she looked up at him through her lashes, her multihued gaze meeting his eyelights.
He sensed her probing the Bond just as he did earlier, getting a feel for his emotions. She must have sensed the remnants of his trepidation at first because there was uncertainty in her now, and so he did his best at sending reassurance. He wanted this to continue, too caught in his curiosity and needing to see where she was leading them. What did his alluring little human have in store? And just how far was she willing to push the envelope?
Emboldened once more, she reached for his belt, unbuckling the clasp. The mundane clinking of metal on metal sounded too loud in the small office, like it would betray a secret. She unbuttoned his pants next, slowly pulling down the zipper, revealing his pelvis.
Just his pelvis.
She pouted.
[Apologies, my dear.] he murmured, lifting his hand to her front and leisurely tugging her sweater off one shoulder, then the other, the fabric sliding off her frame and pooling on the floor near her feet. Her blouse was wonderfully revealing, exposing fair skin dusted with freckles that he couldn’t help but caress, languidly tracing a phalange along the collar that dipped low on her chest. He could hear her breath shuddering at his simple touch.
[You’ve caught me off-guard, the magic takes the work of a minute.]
It did take only a tiny amount of focus to form that particular application of magic. He simply had to concentrate on his own arousal, ruminate on her body and how he wanted to indulge in it, and direct his will and intent until it coalesced into something tangible.
The glowing of his magic cock lit her face just as much as her expression of wonder and excitement. She was studying him. He hadn’t really given her an opportunity before to examine him like this. Most of his efforts were directed towards securing her pleasure, rather than his own. Acts such as these, that were performed solely for his benefit, he carefully navigated away from. Perhaps that was why she all but ambushed him here? To catch him off guard? He openly observed her, curious as to what she thought of him.
The look in her eyes could only be called hungry, and the feeling he sensed in her could only be named desire.
She leaned closer as she reached towards him, the warmth of her small hand wrapping around his length causing him to inhale sharply.
“I forget how big you actually are.” she commented quietly as she took note of how her slender fingers were unable to fully encircle the base of his girth. The remark was mainly to herself rather than any attempt at flattery, or an effort to make the situation more erotic. Instead, it was a simple, honest observation he still found terribly endearing. Experimentally, she pumped her hand up and down his shaft and he had to stop himself from wantonly bucking up against her palm.
Humans felt so very different from monsters. Something about their physical bodies was far more...present than the magical bodies of his kind. Her warmth, her soft skin, her plump flesh, all of it when pressed against his bones or his magic demanded to be felt. Something tangible, tactile, that which did not manifest in his magical senses, instead existing only in the realm of raw sensation.
It was, as it had been from the very first time he had ever touched her, entirely intoxicating.
From the way the corners of her lips lifted, she seemed to have picked up on a trace of his thoughts, her thumb trailing a teasing line along the underside of his cock.
“Can we play that game where I try and figure out what you like?” she questioned softly with a sultry smirk.
[If it-] he clenched his jaw as she ran her palm over the head, smearing pre-come and nearly making him choke on his words, [-amuses you, my dear.]
“You know what really amuses me is seeing you blush.” she teased, bowing her head to lave her tongue over his length.
[Stars above...] he shakily exhaled, his phalanges gripping the edge of the desk so hard the wood began audibly protesting. She was so soft and warm, his magic throbbing at her touch. More gentle licks dragged over his cock, her velvety tongue circling around the head, her eyes glinting jewels of sapphire and ruby staring up at him. Oh, how amusing she found it, to have her towering skeleton of a mate rendered to shuddering breaths and quaking bones.
Alex took him into her mouth, pretty little lips wrapping around him and he could perish right then and there, turning to dust at the mere sight of her. She was looking up at him, doe-eyed and beautifully debased as she leaned forward, slowly sliding more of him into her mouth, enveloping him in wet heat. He groaned, unable to hold back the sounds that he vainly struggled to contain. Her tongue gliding over his magic was going to undo him entirely.
Her awareness sank deep into the Bond, her consciousness pressed against his, the radiant warmth of her pleased emotions spilling from her SOUL. Physical stimuli couldn’t be shared across their link, but everything that accompanied it, his feelings of gratification and euphoria, she could perceive so clearly it may as well have been her own. Slowly, she pulled back, dragging her plush lips along his cock, her hand mirroring the movement. An intense wave of sensation caused him to grit what remained of his teeth together, a muted grunt catching in his throat. He ached for more, and she answered his need with enthusiasm.
The motions were unpracticed, at one point her teeth briefly scraping and causing him to hiss (though he admittedly found the pain added a forbidden sort of pleasure) but she was ever so diligent in her endeavor to please him, correcting her technique. She began experimenting, playing with different tempos and pressures, her tongue fervently stroking along every inch of his cock that delved into her mouth, intent on rendering him a man unmade. It was a game he didn’t often allow her to indulge in, but she so loved to play it. And she was playing him wonderfully, drawing out of him low, carnal moans as she began sucking on him, her cheeks hollowing out every time she withdrew.
As she bobbed up and down his length he wove his fingers through her dark hair, lightly fisting the soft curls in a loose grip. He required some modicum of control over this situation, forbidding himself from tugging her hair or pushing her down further onto his cock, simply needing to hold the reins. She was straining as it was; the poor girl could only take so much of him, her jaw wrenched open wide and beginning to ache. She cleverly compensated by using both of her hands to stroke him.
[You’re doing so well.] he rasped, staring down at her, a mixture of awe and lust playing over his broken features. The tips of his phalanges lightly massaged her scalp, encouraging little back and forth motions, watching her delightful shivers as a tingle went down her spine.
[Such a good girl, you’ve got me so close...] It was almost embarrassing how quickly she brought him precariously to the edge.
[Shall I finish inside that sweet little mouth of yours?] His fingers softly brushed her cheek, envisioning them bulging as he pumped her full, [I should fill you until you are overflowing with my seed.]
Hungry yearning danced along their connection, the muscles of her neck rippling as she swallowed the excess of saliva pooling in her mouth.
[What a naughty little thing you are. Look at you, trembling, so eager to taste me.]
She needily whimpered in response, the vibrations going straight to his cock. It took everything in him not to bury himself down her throat, to maintain that thread of control.
A desire sparked in Alex's mind. A wish to see that thread cut. A dangerous curiosity to watch him unravel, to see him undone. To worship him and relinquish herself for his use and render him helpless to his urges.
He would not allow her that control.
[Enough.] he commanded roughly, his voice like gravel. He (carefully, so carefully) tugged on her hair and pulled her off his cock, the magical appendage slipping out of her mouth with an audible, wet, ‘pop!’. Her eyes were watery and her lips red, glistening wetly under the harsh laboratory lighting. She looked up at him, worry blooming in her SOUL that she’d done something wrong, disappointed him with her overeagerness.
Precious girl, you could never.
Her relief felt like sunshine warming his bones.
[Where did you learn to do that?] he demanded, keeping up the facade. He curled a hand under her jaw and he pressed his thumb between her lips where his cock had been a moment before, her clever tongue caressing his bones.
<The internet.> she signed, her mouth otherwise occupied as she sucked on his thumb, <Did you like it?> she asked, the corner of her mouth curving into a mischievous smirk.
[Too much,] he muttered, his thumb pressing down, his fingers tightening around her chin, pulling her closer by her lower jaw while he leaned down from his considerable height to look her in those mismatched eyes, [I think you will be paying dearly for it.]
He slid his phalange out of her mouth, his other hand still buried in her hair gripping her curls tighter. Standing from his place on the edge of his desk, he roughly bent her over where he had been sitting, forcing her to lay upon it with her front pressed up against the wooden surface and her legs dangling down. He released his hold, his phalanges bent as he dragged them down her back, eliciting a small shiver, lower until he was hiking up her skirt and--
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
He could feel his traitorous magic tingling over his skull as he beheld her bared for him, the curves of her pert ass on full display. When he glanced up he saw Alex peeking over her shoulder with a cheeky grin, victorious at his momentary stupefaction.
Made you blush.
His eye sockets narrowed and he firmly brought his hand down in a swift strike, spanking her. She loosed a small, startled yelp, that grin wiped clean off her face and replaced with a look of blank shock.
[Such indecency...] he murmured, watching a rosy silhouette of his hollow hand blooming on her pale skin. She was so small that the handprint spanned across both cheeks. He palmed her abused ass, kneading the soft flesh.
[To come all the way up to my office with no undergarments, it's as if you wanted to be punished.] Another crack of bone smacking against skin sounded as he spanked her again, followed by her sweet little cry of pain. He soothed the sting, caressing her reddened bottom for a moment before sliding his hand lower, between her legs, his phalanges lightly tracing along her entrance.
[Though it can hardly be considered punishment when you are clearly enjoying it.] Stars, she was nearly dripping wet, so very eager for him and he hadn’t even touched her properly yet. The hard bones of his fingers glided smoothly between her soft lips, slicked with her arousal. She whimpered, rocking her hips in an effort to receive more of his touch, and she was denied, his hand pulling away and instead pushing down on her lower back, pinning her to the desk so she could not move. He drew upon his magic to conjure another hand, the skeletal phalanges threading through her silky hair again and forming a fist, twisting her head to one side and pressing her cheek flat against the wooden surface.
[You are to lie still, and you will take only what I give you, do you understand?] he said, voice low and severe.
“Yes.” she whispered, a wide blue eye staring up at him. While she was the picture of debauchery and forced obedience, her SOUL was alight. He couldn’t rightly recall what had happened when their SOULs were permanently tied together, but something instinctual must have drawn them to one another. She loved it when he did this to her, when he demanded her supplication and she willingly gave it.
His luck was something he couldn’t comprehend but he was infinitely grateful for.
Leaning forward, he settled his weight on one arm braced on top of the desk next to the back of her head, his other hand gripping his length. He lined himself up, the tip of his cock notching against her entrance. Her slick core, wet and hot, offered no resistance, the head of his cock slipping inside with hardly any effort. She breathed a moan, mouth parted from soft pants that fogged up the polished wood, unfocused eyes barely blinking as he planted his other palm on the desk in front of her face.
He summoned three more hands, twisting her scrawny arms behind her back and clamping a fist around both her wrists with an iron grip. The remaining two hands clutched at her hips, the tips of his phalanges dimpling her skin as he held her fast under him, ensuring she couldn’t move. His frame dwarfed hers as he loomed over her, the human trapped underneath him appearing so tiny in comparison, so vulnerable. With no further fanfare, he snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside her nearly to the hilt in one swift stroke.
Stars, she felt amazing. A velvet vice sheathing him, breathtakingly warm and solidly wrapped around his cock, her little body so unbelievably tight. She was so perfect. He very quietly groaned, his eye sockets shutting of their own volition, his mandible going slack.
Under him she made a strange sound, somewhere between a choke and a gasp, like her lungs weren’t functioning properly.
Had he hurt her? Dread began to clamor within his SOUL. He hadn’t prepared her, not with his fingers nor his tongue, he’d made her take all of his thick penetration in a single thrust--
An unspoken conversation occurred at the speed of thought:
A silent, anxiety-laden question.
A blissful, sedate response.
A cautious warning.
An excited affirmation.
And under all of it, love, the core of those threads that tied their SOULs together.
He pulled back, slowly sliding out of her, his length dragged along her walls eliciting a soft groan from the mage. When only the tip of his cock remained inside her did he drive himself in again, seating himself fully into her tight, delicious body. He was not gentle, she would not get his gentleness today having walked into the lion's den, setting up a punishing pace with his thrusts.
She began moaning loudly and he quickly untangled his hand from her hair, fingers clapping over her mouth to muffle the lewd sound. It was only partially successful, his bones making a poor seal.
[Be a good girl and stay quiet.] he commanded roughly, bending his elbows and leaning down lower so that he could hiss in her ear, [Naughty little thing, are you trying to let the whole lab hear you?]
He was already so close, he wasn’t sure how long he could last within her glorious heat. She needed to finish first; sex was a hollow, pointless exercise if he couldn’t bring her to release. He angled his thrusts slightly, aiming for that one spot that made her come undone so many times before. He felt her clench her jaw shut, her lips tightly closed as she let out another strangled moan that hummed against his phalanges.
[You would like that, wouldn’t you? Then everyone can know that you are mine.] he growled. That black, possessive thing that lingered in his SOUL came to bear, and he couldn’t help the covetous words that spilled unthinkingly from him.
[Everyone will know I am the only one who can see you like this, taking me so perfectly. I am the only one who can make you feel like this.] He pressed himself into her enveloping heat fully before grinding his pelvis into her and she groaned and trembled under him.
Stars above, how could he not take from her when she was so delightfully responsive? Making the most delicious sounds, so warm and soft and lusting for him?
He was becoming a little untethered, allowing himself the pleasure of her body without the constant fear in the back of his mind he would harm her. His hips recklessly pistoned into the girl, driving in deep, all the way to the root. It seemed an impossible sight, his cock fully disappearing inside her where he shouldn’t have been able to fit, watching her tight little cunt stretched wide around his girth. Her small form jolted with every thrust, willingly taking his abuse, drawing him in, silently begging for more. He reached between her thighs, caressing her clit as he roughly delved into her sodden sex, her walls squeezing delightfully around him in response. He felt her bite her lip to quiet a cry of pleasure, a familiar quivering running through her legs.
[Coming undone already?] he said hoarsely in a mildly reprimanding tone, [My star, you know who you belong to, don’t you?] his fingers traced circles around her sensitive bud, knowing well the precise pressure to bring her to her peak, her legs nearly kicking they were twitching so hard. He bowed his head, spine bending at a severe angle to lower his mouth to her neck, breathing in her heady scent and licking along her pulse point. His tongue tasted the salt of her freckled skin, lips kissing her softly behind her ear before he brutally pounded his pelvis against her backside, marveling at the soft sounds of her flesh slapping against his bones and her muted screaming.
He needed to see her break. To tear her walls down and watch her fall apart. There was no greater ecstasy than feeling her fully give in, to make her let go and succumb to pleasure.
[You know who owns you, body and SOUL.]
She was at the edge of the precipice. Underneath his binding hands her body tensed, muscles coiling tighter, a bit of drool coating his phalanges pressed to her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she neared delirium. But somehow she managed a soft little whine, a fragment of a thought that he could just barely perceive through the conduit of their SOULs.
You.
Always you.
[That’s right my beautiful, lovely girl,] he praised her. She deserved it and more, she’d earned more praise than all the heavens, she was everything. A rumble built in his ribcage, escaping as a dark snarl;
[You belong to me.]
The declaration sent her tumbling over the edge. He felt her climax, her inner muscles clenching around him in waves and her SOUL shining blindingly through his senses, like fireworks in their shared connection. She let out a broken, keening cry, her back arching despite his many hands pinning her down. He worked her through her orgasam, gently brushing her swollen clit, his thrusts becoming uneven and erratic as he fought to stave off his own release. It was a losing battle, she was too wet, too tight, too perfect. A molten heat crept up his spine, and with a growl he shoved himself as deep as he could go and spilled inside her. He pumped rope after rope of his magic into her, drenching her walls, reveling in her pulsing constrictions around his cock that drew from him every last drop. It felt endless, it felt like absolution, every broken piece of himself made whole.
It did end, after an age, reality slowly trickling back into his awareness. He breathed hard, ribs nearly rattling under his labcoat as he leaned heavily on the the desk. She was breathing harder, his human requiring oxygen, unlike him. Her back heaved, heavy pants of hot air from her nose washing over his phalanges. He slowly peeled his fingers away from her face, her mouth agape as she tried to catch her breath.
She was too beautiful. His eyelights raked over her, noting every detail of his mate trapped underneath him. Tousled hair, flushed cheeks, expression dazed and her eyes staring off into the middle distance, perceiving nothing. Glorious. An angel defiled by his sin. His cock throbbed at the sight, still nestled deep inside her. She gasped, inner muscles fluttering around him in response. So sensitive, his star. He brushed a loose curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
After a moment she groaned, and he felt more acutely her distress.
[Are you alright?] he quickly asked, releasing his grip on her wrists and hips. Damn it all, he had hurt her. Deplorable idiot, this was why he always tried to be gentle, she was so small-
“Desk.” she slurred.
He glanced down, noting the edge of the desk had dug into her skin near her hips, leaving red marks. Every time he rammed into her it must have bit into her flesh.
He slowly pulled out of her, defying her protesting whimpers. He loathed separating from her almost as much as she did, but he had to properly tend to his mate. She full-body shuddered as his cock finally slid free, the magical appendage feeling frigidly cold in the absence of her wet heat. He quickly disspelled the magic, zipping up his pants. Meanwhile, he felt her magic sparking to life, her fingers splaying as rippling blue light ignited around the digits. She levitated something out of her purse, sending it flying at his face with a lethargic twitch of her hand. He caught it after it collided against his skull, something soft and harmless. A hand towel.
He peered at it questioningly for a second before he noted his spend dripping down her pale thighs leaving smears of faintly glowing purple magic. Ah, right. He wrapped his hand around one of her slender legs, parting her thighs and carefully dragged the towel along her skin and over her soft folds. Her legs twitched again and she bit down on her knuckle to quiet another cry, hard enough to leave imprints of her teeth. Evidence of their dalliance removed, he sat down heavily in his chair and pulled her onto his lap. Healing magic danced around his phalanges as he directed its flow into soothing the flesh he’d battered against the corner of his desk.
[You should have told me, I could have adjusted.] he quietly murmured, an apologetic kiss pressed to her temple.
“I didn’t notice. Felt too good.” she replied breathlessly, leaning back against his chest, staring up at him with a pleased and satiated expression. He felt a rush of primitive pride at that, and her returning endearing amusement. There wasn’t much room for shame in the Bond, emotions freely flowing back and forth between them. Basking in the warm afterglow of their shared love, he cupped her cheek and dipped down to kiss her lips. She surged up to meet him, kissing his bones with soft and languid brushes of her plush lips.
[I can’t help but notice how prepared you were.] he said as they eventually parted, holding aloft the stained towel.
She shrugged, “I was planning on just taking care of you, but I brought that in case I got lucky.” she stretched her legs out and contentedly sighed, “And did I ever, I’m going to be feeling this tomorrow.”
He hummed, his hand drifting slowly down her body and grazing over her bare backside, [And what of your clothes? Or the lack thereof?]
“Don’t you like it?” she said with a mock pout, but underneath he sensed a shred of apprehension. He felt it himself, these were tricky waters to navigate and he needed to choose his words carefully. He didn’t want to give off the wrong impression and he certainly didn’t want to see her hurt.
<I didn’t even know you possessed a skirt.> he delicately signed, smoothing over the pleated fabric with one of his conjured hands, <You know you don’t need to wear->
“I know I don’t need to,” she cut him off, and if he had muscles they would be tensing, but instead his bones went still, “It’s...hmm, how do I put this. It’s like a costume. It makes me feel like, well, like the kind of person who waltzes into a laboratory and sucks her boyfriend off at his desk.”
Stars, that happened. It sounded so lewd from her pretty little lips it made his magic blaze over his skull. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at his desk the same way again. She grinned cheekily seeing his blush, as always, and he vowed to punish her for it later.
[Well,] he cleared his throat, <You look lovely, certainly.>
“You always say that no matter what I wear.” she replied with narrowed eyes, sensing something unsaid.
<Of course I do,> he kissed her cheek placatingly, <Any ensemble looks lovely if you're wearing it.>
“But...” she prodded.
<It isn’t like you.> his lips moved to caress her own, to ease a sting he felt in her. He sensed a flash of something in her mind, a shard of red, and he reassuringly kissed her again, a soothing, No, not like that, sent back in response.
<That isn't to say I don’t find it attractive, merely that it isn’t necessary.>
“Do you not want me to wear it?” she quietly asked in a timid voice, and it made his SOUL ache.
[If it makes you confident enough to come in here and allow me to rut you atop my desk, you can wear whatever you damn well please.] he spoke with a dark heat, his phalanges cupping and squeezing her ass.
His kiss turned softer, earnest, pouring as much of his love and devotion for her he could muster into the movements of his lips brushing against hers. [But above all, I want you, I will always want you, no matter what you wish to be.]
She beamed at him, her smile radiant, the love she felt for him spilling over from her SOUL like sunlight from parting clouds.
“You really are a sentimental old sap.” she softly teased with pure affection, “I love you.”