Warning: Slight lemon
"I can't let you go!" Her hand was on the lever, tugging with all its might, as she watched the regression from the huge-brained creature of the future to the normal twentieth-century man. At last he stepped from the machine, walked slowly toward her, and lightly touched her face.
Professor Mathers appeared in the doorway. "I brought him back," Cathy said. "And he's glad. He touched me."
In the meantime, Gwyllm felt of his head to find that it was now of normal size, then looked at his hands to see that each had only five fingers again. "That was the strangest thing that ever happened to me," he said.
"I'm just so glad to have you back to normal!" Cathy exclaimed.
Gwyllm sighed. "So the experiment was a failure," he said. "Now there's nothing to do but to go back to the same old life that I hate."
"But I'm in your life now," Cathy reminded him. "I know that I can make you happy."
Gwyllm smiled gently and touched her face as he had before. "Life with you would make even the most abominable of circumstances bearable," he agreed. "Yet I can never return to my home now."
"We'll find a new place to live, together," said Cathy. "We'll make a fresh start in the United States, where no one knows us and we can leave the past behind us."
They were married at the courthouse in the small Welsh village, then immediately boarded a ship bound for New York Harbor. As Cathy stood on the ship's deck with Gwyllm's arm around her watching the coastline gradually recede until it was no longer visible, she realized that she'd just cut the final tie binding her to her old life, to everything she'd ever known and loved, in exchange for a new life that now seemed mostly a blank page.
A whole new life. With Gwyllm.
They stood there for a long time, watching the sun shine on the water and enjoying one another's closeness.
It was much later that they returned to their cabin, both eager but a bit shy. Cathy made the first move, pulling a still-clothed Gwyllm onto the bed while kissing him fiercely. Within moments, passion was ignited within them both, and their breathing deepened and quickened as they struggled out of their clothing. Her hands gently explored the smooth skin of his back, the soft down covering his chest, the narrow line of tuft leading to the soft nest of curls where his legs parted. He was hard, throbbing, ready for her. Gently her hand guided him to her slick opening, and then he was inside her. She gave a little gasp of pleasure as they began to move together, basking in the delicious friction.
It ended rather quickly, and they lay in one another's arms, Cathy's head resting on Gwyllm's shoulder. He was the first to speak. "Cathy?"
"Hm?"
"We might have just made a baby."
"We might have, I suppose." She hadn't really been thinking about it.
"If we did, suppose it isn't normal?"
"But of course it would be normal." She raised her head to look into his eyes. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because of the experiment, Cathy." "He rolled his eyes and sighed. "What if it permanently altered my DNA?"
"God, I hadn't even thought about that," Cathy said softly. "Well, I guess there's nothing we can do but wait and see." Eventually they both fell into a troubled sleep.
Life on the ship soon became boring and predictable. Gwyllm and Cathy enjoyed one another's company, making love frequently and trying to keep their minds on pleasant matters.
At last the ship reached its destination. Gwyllm and Cathy stood on the deck cuddling together as the Statue of Liberty came into view, wondering what life would be like for them from now on.