You were just messing around with some music when Rufioh came crashing through your window and into your room. You, naturally, jump up and nearly cut yourself on a piece of glass.
"Woah, chief, what's going on?"
He's breathing hard, biting down on his lower lip so hard that you're pretty sure they're just going to be chunks of flesh hanging from his mouth in a few more seconds.
Okay, that was gross. You're not going to think about that.
He doesn't say anything, just pounces on you, pulling you as close to him as you can get, kissing you roughly. You taste his blood and wince a little, because wow those teeth must have hurt him. You kiss him back, though, because you're sure as hell not letting go of this.
He pushes you back on the bed, you just missing stabbing a huge, jagged piece of glass through your foot, straddling your hips and keeping his mouth on yours while his hands work at getting your shirt off of you. You're mostly just focusing on not being so loud you bring the entire dreambubble down on you.
He gets your shirt off of you and pushes you the rest of the way down so that you're flat on your back on your human bed, pinned there while he works on getting his shirt off. It doesn't take as long as you'd think, but it's just long enough that you start to get a little bored and your hands make their way up to the button of his jeans.
He bats your hands away and leans down to kiss you again, hands brushing lightly over your gills. Your bulge is seriously restricted in your tight jeans and you really, really wish that he'd take your pants off. Because, um, wow this is sort of killing you.
Eventually he gets sick of your hands trying to get his pants off, because he pins them both above your head and you're pretty sure that this troll is going to kill you with sheer sexual frustration.
You arch against him, trying to get as much skin-to-skin contact as you can. He starts to place kisses down your neck and chest, heading closer and closer to your bulge. You wriggle, trying to get closer to him.
He lets your hands go and finally, finally unbuttons your jeans and starts getting them off of you. You help him out, because damn you need some relief down there. He looks pointedly at you when he sees how insane your bulge is going and how your nook is basically dripping, but you ignore him. He goes to work at once, getting off of you so that his hands can reach your bulge without too much trouble.
Your bulge curls around his hand and you can feel the temperature difference between the two of you, especially when two fingers from his other hand gently push their way into your nook. You can't hold back the moan as he works both your bulge and your nook and it's not long before you're grabbing for a bucket.
As soon as you're done he disappears. You hear water running. He's in the shower. You wonder why he didn't just grab a bucket too, but, whatever. You push your clothes into a pile of dirty clothes and glance at your closet. You could put on some clothes. Or you could just wrap yourself in a blanket and wait for him to come back so that you can figure out what the hell is going on.
Not that you're complaining, of course. That was nice. Unexpected, but nice all the same.
He comes back about half an hour later, underwear on and towel around his neck. You're wrapped up in a blanket. He sits down on your bed next to you. You nudge him with your elbow.
"What's eating you?" you ask. He sighs and you debate sharing your blanket. Then you decide that, no, you probably shouldn't share your blanket because you're not wearing anything other than said blanket and he'll probably just think you're going for round two.
"It's nothing you need to worry about," he says, and you have a feeling that it's something that you're going to have to worry about. After all, it's probably about Horuss, and if it's about Horuss, then that means that Horuss is probably catching on.
And if Horuss catches on, you're pretty sure that your bulge is going to be gone. Like, he is probably going to just rip your bulge off for fucking his matesprit. After he beats you to a pulp. Or maybe before, so you're still conscious.
Ugh. Maybe you won't think about that.
"Horuss isn't catching on, is he?" you ask. Rufioh shakes his head slowly.
"I don't think so… I mean… I don't think you have anything to worry about, at least not right now…" he says. "I dunno… he might be catching on a little… but he hasn't asked about anything… mostly he just thinks you're a shitty moirail…"
"Why?" you ask, indignant. You turn to face him completely. "I'm so not a shitty moirail. How am I a shitty moirail?"
"Well… mostly because we've been doing stuff you like, or something… I just told him that we listen to music… watch movies…"
"What do you like to do? Watch troll anime, or whatever? That stuff's put me to sleep before," you say. "Like, okay, some of those anime chicks are hot, but mostly it looks like they're trying too hard to make them hot. And it's like, how can you get off to a cartoon character?"
"Fiduspawn is what we were talking about, mostly…" he says. "We started talking about our dancestors-"
"Mine's an asshole," you say. "I mean, okay, a version of me asks a version of you on a date. Doesn't mean you have to avoid me for the rest of forever. Like, wow, what the hell?"
"That's a little weird, to be honest…" he admits. Then he continues with what he was saying. "I was talking about how I hadn't played Fiduspawn with anyone but Tinkerbull in a while and… he was like, 'What about Ampora,' and I couldn't say that we just make out all the time…"
"Yeah, that's a bad idea," you say. "But if you want to play that sometime, I wouldn't say no. I mean, it's kind of weird, but, whatever."
"Thanks…" he says, and the two of you spend the next few hours just sort of staring at each other, making small talk every now and then but mostly just enjoying each other's company. Somewhere along the line the two of you start sharing the blanket and you find some underwear, but overall… overall it's just a nice, relaxing time.
Eventually, though, he says that he has to go.
"I sorta just… took off on him, so I should probably… apologize…" he says, and you nod. You hope that this isn't the time when he goes and spills everything, because that would really suck for you. "He's probably worried… shit…"
You put an awkward arm around him. "You'll be fine," you say. "No saying about how fine I'll be when you accidentally spill that we've been screwing around behind his back, but, he likes you too much to hurt you too badly."
"I won't tell him," Rufioh says, and there's a strength in his voice that you're only used to when the two of you are fucking. "Not yet. I will, eventually. I'm going to break up with him. But…"
"Not yet," you say, and he nods.
"Not yet," he echoes. He gives you a quick kiss on the mouth, puts on his clothes, and then he's gone, leaving you with an empty hive and a broken window.
this is a little short but um that seemed like a decent place to stop so next chapter rufioh apologizes to horuss should be fun
