She slept soundly, her natural hair falling around her face in dark, gentle curls. He stroked her pale cheek, smiling weakly as it brought out the rosy color of her warm blush. For the last year, he had watched her grow from a child into the woman he now shared a bed with. After the withdrawal of the 'medicine' her father had forced down her throat her entire life, everything about her seemed to go into over-drive. He smiled softly, continuing to stroke her sleeping cheek as the memories flooded his mind.

"I'm home, Kid!" He called into the large house, setting the bags of groceries onto the table. He had looked through the kitchen for breakfast earlier and realized they had eaten all the soup that had been stored by her father, which was a good thing. The Kid was getting tired of soup and he decided it was time for her to try new things.

"Welcome home!" She called out from upstairs, her voice already changing from the tone of a young girl, to the seductive, husky tone of a woman. She padded down the stairs, her feet bare and her body adorned with one of her black dresses that had once been loose on her. After she stopped taking the medicine two months ago, her body filled out quickly.

Much to his amusement, and torture, her breasts seemed to grow over-night. Filling out from their tiny lumps to the generous C-Cup that now strained against her too-small dress. Her waist had quickly grown as well, moving from their straight figure into a curvy temptation. Her hair had grown quickly and was currently in a pixie cut, but she always fussed about it, hoping it grew out more very quickly.

She tossed her delicate, pale arms around his neck, burying her face into the crook of it as she inhaled deeply, glad he was back. As he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, he realized that he needed her just as much as she needed him. "I'll never leave, Kid." He murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead, leaving a black smudge that caused his signature smirk.

They talked and ate and relaxed. It was the first time he truly had a home and he would do everything to protect that home and the girl he cared so much about. That was the night he realized he was in love with the young girl. That was the night he carried her up to her bed and gently took her innocence while she moaned and begged. That was the night he knew where he finally belonged.

"And now I'm losing that home." He whispered, his fingers still stroking her cheek. "I'm losing it to protect you." He lowered his lips to her forehead, glad she wasn't awake to see him leave her for good. He took her left hand and smiled weakly at the glittering ring on her finger. "Keep this. Know I love you." He kissed the Zydrate blue stone and released her hand, standing up and turned his back on her.

He left out the front door, quietly closing and locking it behind him. When he got passed the gate, he turned and looked at her window, which was still dark, showing she was still asleep. "I wish it didn't have to be like this, Kitten." He looked away before any of the on-lookers saw the drug peddler going soft. With his lopsided smirk, he walked down the dark street, whistling a merry tune as he twirled a glowing vial between his fingers.

Amber will never lay a hand on what is ours.

I know. That's why I'm going to her. Our Kitten will see the news and she'll hate us, but it will keep her alive and off of Sweet's radar.

Will we ever see her again?

I honestly don't know.

The musings in his mind came to a halt as he stood outside the doors to the large tower that dominated the rock they lived on. He tucked the vial away and forced his thoughts away from Shilo as he was led inside and to Amber Sweet's office.

She was sitting on her desk, her plastic legs crossed and giving him a view up her short skirt that he did not need or want. "I accept your offer, Amber. Just leave her out of this."

The young CEO's eyes lit up, showing that she liked his surrender. "I never took you as a softie, G.R." She slid off of the desk, going to him and kissing him deeply. "But it still works in my favor."

He forced his lips to move against hers, forced himself not to get physically ill at the feel of plastic against his flesh. "Yes. It does. I will marry you on the conditions that you leave her alone, and that I can continue my job without being hunted."

"Deal."

With that one word, he was whisked away to a room for her GENterns to clean and dress him properly. He refused any and all surgery offered. He would belong to GeneCo, but not for plastic parts. For being the legal husband of the CEO.