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... It's possible. Still, they should know better if they've worked with you previously.

[She wasn't mad at him; in fact, she continued working, making some small improvements since her work wasn't going to be seen.]

I am curious how far back does that relationship extends. Was it an arrangement with your grandparents or further?

Further. Ma tells me it's my great-grandparents. Back when the town was founded after mashin' all the surrounding towns together, they stayed fast friends and kept trading cloth to 'em, bolster the inn's look for travelers who were feelin' overwhelmed with all the changes happening with the merge.

I can't even think of what not-Inaba looked like, a whole cluster of different towns all formed around the mines that was the source of all their money. I'm sure it was covered in history class, but uh.... yeah, this guy wasn't stayin' awake for it.

[He had a peek. Smiled.]

Whoa... Nice work. You're gettin' pretty far.

Ah... Hm, well, if you want to know the details, I'm sure your mother could tell you more about about it in an engaging way.

[Yeah, she would admit school wasn't the best thing to get through. Even she could only stand the droning for so long before reading independently ahead.]

I think I'm beginning to get into the flow.

[He bent and kissed her cheek. She was a badass.]

Toldja it was easy. Before you know it you'll be casually changin' your coat buttons with the seasons because ya feel like it.

So this is what I do to pass the time. Muscle memory takes over as I kinda think of stuff. Keeps the hands busy and calms me down... especially during Sanguis.

[She smiled, but had to send a questioning look his way again.]

Coat buttons with the season...? [Was there a story with that?]

Ah, yes. Your productivity does go up during the Sanguis cycle... I'm glad you managed to find a way to work around your claws.

[That is a mystery! But he laughed nevertheless.]

Right? The solution was right in front of me: I started sewin' with gloves on to practice with a challenge! I started finding my flow about last month and I got nowhere to go but up.

...I'm thinkin' about hosting a knitting circle instead of classes, once everything settles down. Just a bunch of people, a radio for tunes, and everybody's just... creating stuff.

Gloves? Yes, I could see how that would work.

[As helpful as gloves could be, they were also an easy hindrance if one wasn't used to them.]

Hm... I don't see why not. I think plenty of people here would enjoy it.

Yeah? That's good. I'll see who's interested sometime.

[He smiled, and took a small break to snatch up from the snack stockpile. It was animal cracker time. A giraffe was given a toss into his mouth before he continued his stitching. He placed the box between them, in case a certain detective was feeling snacky.]

...D'you... really feel like you don't look good?

[Nodding, she focused back on her work. She was almost done now; there was just finishing off one more side. Even if it didn't have to look perfect, she just fell back into the habit of trying to get it right.]

[Pausing when he retrieved the snacks, she considered a cracker, but she also wanted to finish. Quite a dilemma.]

... Sometimes. Thinking back to our world, I can't say I often heard officers at the department speak fondly of their pregnant spouses. It's different here, yes, but it's also how rapidly this change came on... and then, the fact we're being so closely observed by the prismals.

[His face fell. He wondered if it was more of the culture that men couldn't be excited about things, let alone domestic things. To gush about your wife or your unborn child probably wasn't "what men do".]

The prismals are weird, but... I think not far beneath their fascination with us is a concern for us. This is new, after over a year of a norm. If we can have kids again, especially ones that come so quickly, that changes a lot.

...For starters, sex-based chroma is probably gonna dip, I think. Though... I-I heard sex does wonders for cramps n' aches.

[Would he get her naked right now? Absolutely, if she said the word. He polished off his final line and began to tug the blanket right side out. The last inch of the seam would be stitched closed. One inch of visible stitching was no problem.]

If it's any comfort, I meant it when I said you look good. They talk about a glow and I can see what they mean. Maybe what's happening is pretty wild, but... it ain't havin' me think any less of you.

[Oop, her hands are full. He reached into the cracker box forrr... a lion, here we go, and offered it to her.]

... I hope it's out of concern. It just... it feels like when we first arrived when I'm around them. But, it might also be instincts telling me to protect them despite there being no real danger.

[Hormones and instincts really made for a hell of a combination. Blinking, she nearly fumbled with her stitch when Kanji's words processed.]

Y-You... you would still have sex with me?

[She was nowhere at her lightest now. She doesn't even know what positions might work... Looking at the lion cracker, she accepted it from his hand.]

[Shit that's right, the instincts...! They'd been so prevalent that he hadn't stopped to notice them. He'd been feeling a little on edge around others, that's for sure...

That thought was gone when she asked that. He nodded regardless of the various shades of pink his face was turning.]

Don't let those prismals getcha down. They're always gonna be weird. But y-you're freakin' beautiful, y'hear me?

... So... if I asked you about... doing it right now?

[She even moved to slowly set aside her materials, her eyes still on him. Was it weird she was aroused by the thought of him still taking her like this?]

[His eyes followed her hands setting her project aside. His arms felt so light as they eased into following suit, getting all that away. With his hands unburdened they were on her, practically magnetic as he shifted closer. His blush was a rush of heat over his face. Something in him sighed in relief- he'd been watching her and damn near wanting to burst himself, especially when she seemed to look with confusion and dismay in the mirror.]

...God, I thought you'd never ask. Arms up...

[Fuck, the way she looked at him... he was half-hard already. Why did some of those colleagues never speak of their spouses? He had to wonder... but as far as he was concerned, he'd rather spend his evenings giving a slow, thorough reminder of how his own mate got to be in her condition in the first place. With his thumbs sliding beneath her shirt, he ran his hands up her body and let the fabric bunch, taking it with them up and off.]

[Her heart sped up at how quickly he copied her actions and she managed to sit up a little higher as he came closer. The way he was looking at her was really no different than how he looked at her the other times they engaged in sexual intercourse - in fact, he almost seemed more eager than usual.]

Kanji-kun.

[But her arms were up so he could help strip her down. She shivered as the fabric left and her skin was exposed to the cool, but heating air around them. At once, the swell in her stomach was quite visible as was the significant growth in her chest already threatening to spill out of her bra's cups.]

[He gave the shirt a toss. No need for that... and it gave way to the extent of what was happening in the detective's body. He reached back and worked the bra clasps undone, letting gravity take that garment down.]

Damn... look at you.

[All this, hiding under everything! With a grunt he couldn't take it anymore, and brought his own shirt up and over his head. He all but whipped the fuckin' thing to the side before he lowered, pressing a kiss beneath her navel and slowly working his way up. A palm caressed the curve of her belly's swell as if owning up to it, they did this, and as far as he was concerned, should they do this in the future he was all for it.

The benefit of having extra limbs was multitasking to boot: Those wing limbs slowly quested over the nest for all the pillows he'd brought, drawing them in and sliding them behind her back. He had an idea... he wanted her comfy, belly and all, but hadn't it been requested that maybe he dabble in a little extra boldness? Then let's get bold...]

Edited Date: 2020-07-09 03:47 pm (UTC)

[Look at her? She'd seen herself and she was quite big for someone of her stature right now.]

[But the way Kanji whipped off his shirt so quickly... kissed her, touched her, it was just like touching her before the pregnancy and the eggs. Things had changed; and yet, nothing really had changed. Perhaps the only difference was feeling him bring the pillows behind her back to support her, but even that, he might do on a normal day.]

[... Curse her hormones; she could feel herself crying.]

[He turned his gaze up to meet hers and felt a chill in his stomach. She was crying... did he do something wrong? But rather than bolt up and apologize, he took all those suddenly worried nerves and pushed them way down.

He needed to think about this. After he pushed himself upright he kissed her cheek, framed the other in his palm.]

Aw... Hey, you okay?

[Another, a light brush against her lips.]

Want me to keep goin'...?

Mmm... yes, I'm fine.

[Leaning her head into his palm, she sighed, wanting to kiss him back, but it was so brief.]

Please continue... don't ever stop.

[She loved him, she loved him so much. Her arms reached out and her hands came to rest on the back of his head, pulling him back in for a kiss.]

[He was relieved he let himself think than panic. He sank into her touch and eased right in, kissing her as her words echoed in his mind. With a sweep of his thumbs over her cheeks, he would happily abide.

He still had some matters to attend to, hadn't he? As both hands swept to her rear, he neatly propped her up to get these pants off. She wouldn't be needing those, neither. Clothing was for hiding right now, and he wanted to see all of her, wished her to be proud of every last inch of her.

His wingclaws resumed their task, building quite the little throne of pillows. Normal positions wouldn't work here, with weight bearing down on her as it was, making her achy and uncomfortable. No, they needed to be something like the day they sank beneath the waves at Crystal Beach... weightless, all wrapped up in each other.

He gently deepened the kiss with a moan as his hands moved to cup her breasts, thumbs slowly teasing at budding nipples.]

[She didn't mean to scare him and was glad she could quickly relieve him of his worries.]

[Smiling against his lips, she exhaled sharply as her pants were taken off. No, she wouldn't need those at all; and when they were gone, she sat bear beneath him, mentally fighting the reflexive urge to cover herself or press her thighs together, but she was embarrassed by just how excited she was getting.]

[Behind her, the pillows continued piling up, but she was startled by his hands. Because of moonlacing and her blessing, she didn't feel pain, but she could register how sensitive her breasts had become. Her nipples peaked just at a flick - just like that time after the octopus. Any sound she made was into his mouth such as her startled squeak and whimper that followed.]

[Their linked sensations sent little shivers over his body as well. Her ache was his, something that urged him to deprive himself of his pants, kicking them away until they were a pair of naked jaybirds nestled away. Small marks from her Iris-blessed suckers were a soft pink against his skin, paired with little bites normally hidden away beneath clothing.

Kanji slowly withdrew, lips warm and buzzing. He lowered his mouth to taste her further, sweeping his teasing fingers aside to kiss along the curves of her breasts. He was reminded of her run-in with that strange octopus, recalled how tender they were before. It was a memory that wasn't quick to leave him, nor was the sweet taste that coated his tongue each time he drew deeply from her.

When he ran his tongue slowly against each nipple, ending in a small flick, he wondered if she ached from a fullness, something he would happily provide relief should she need it. If not, well... he would just fire her up a little more. He opened up and shared a shameless bliss with her; he loved putting his mouth on her, running his tongue against her skin, feeling little shivers.]

[It had only been a few days, but god, Naoto had missed being skin-to-skin with him. There was something about this - about being close with no barriers between them - that intensified his feelings. He was unashamed of her and unashamed of himself and it put her at ease. He didn't mind showing off those sucker marks she made; he was lucky he could still show them off.]

[Letting him draw away, her hands moved to his hair while his mouth moved over her skin. Lower and lower, drawing out soft sighs - soon disjointed by his lips reached her breasts. They were tender, but they weren't full. She wondered if they would be in due time; or, would they not since she was laying eggs? She'd have to look into what the kids would eat once they hatched and whether it would only be chroma again or something else with it.]

M-Mmm... [A shiver coursed through and her heart beat faster, fingers curling in his hair. Even if she had nothing right now, it wasn't hard to remember what it felt like before; and having his lips there again, licking and suckling, had her moaning louder than before.]

[Only days, but it felt like weeks. He burned like the moon had gone green, wing limbs running their claws along her thighs as his lips, his tongue played along her skin. A shiver was always encouraging, stirred the blood, but the moan sent a sharp thrum over his body and threatened to steal his breath.

Heavy, but not full it seemed... that's a relief. But in kissing her here, he could feel her heart quickening. His was pounding as his tongue swirled each swollen bud, all too happy to find out what other little quivers and sounds he could coax out of her. Don't be so reserved, detective... he even pulled away to blow a soft, cool breath against damp skin.

Whether or not the kids would need them, right now, they were all his. His fingers slipped to her folds, running up and down.]

Hmmm... I wonder what else I can do for my Bunny...?

[If he had been trying to subtly coax her legs open to him, he got it. Extra limbs could be so convenient, but there was the added affect of still flight or fight adrenaline that just seemed to make her skin tingle more at his claws, the contradictory feelings resulting in her muscles numbing and falling limp to his actions.]

[Of course, it was safe; this was her Astella - this was her Sanguis. Her mate had her whining at the cold breath over her nipples and quaking under his fingered touch, hips shaking to rub harder.]

I-I need... to feel you inside. Please...

[Her hips still rocked as he spot, her eyes twinkling.]