Here's the next chapter!
I also wanted to add that this story is coming to a close, but don't fret, my next project will totally make up for it, but until then, here's the rest!
I woke up to a dark purple sky. I was confused as to why it was dark purple, so I moved my gaze down to the grass. It was a dark gray.
"What is this?" I said out loud, looking around. I saw the pond water, which was a lime green. I was so confused.
"Hi honey." A voice said behind me. I turned, seeing Ziggs' face. At first it didn't seem all that weird, but it hit me…Ziggs never called me honey. He never had terms of endearment, actually, neither of us did. The closest we got to is lover or lovely, and that was referring to the actual verb itself.
"Oh, uh, hi." I said nervously. Where was I? It felt like I was home, but it didn't.
"You seem confused…" Ziggs said giving me a confused look, I nodded back.
"No, I'm okay, don't worry." I said, inching closer to Ziggs. He brought me into a hug, holding me tight.
"I just wanted to tell you that I love you." He said quietly, moving his hand across my back. I felt a sharp pain as something entered my back. Ziggs then released me, letting me drop on the bed. It was a knife. He had stabbed me.
"Z-Ziggs, w-what the hell." I said, gasping for air. It was all I could get out.
"I want you out of here." He said, getting on top of me, giving me a terrible look that made my skin crawl.
"Z-Ziggs." I said quietly, closing my eyes as the blood rushed out of me.
I shrieked as I woke up, looking around. The sky was blue, the grass green. I was back in my actual world.
"Are you okay?" Ziggs asked next to me, still holding me.
"I-I'm not sure." I said quietly, resting my head on his chest. He laid his hand on my back, rubbing it softly.
"Are you sure?" He asked. I saw the tears build up, where I began to cry.
"I-I had a nightmare." I said quietly, bringing Ziggs closer to me.
"A nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?" He asked me, bringing me closer. He was holding me tightly to him, his warm fur comforting me.
"I woke up. And the colors of the grass and the sky were different, and you were there. We were on this canopy, actually, and you called me honey, which is what told me something was wrong," I said, still sobbing. I was surprised I could get the words out between the sobs and tears.
"I see. What else happened?" He asked calmly, trying to calm me down.
"You brought me into a hug, and then you s-stabbed me." I said, stuttering over the word stabbed.
"Look at me." He said quietly. I brought my gaze up to him, his green eyes warming me.
"I would never do such a thing. You're with me now, the real me, so I don't want you to worry. It was all a dream." He said to me, giving me a kiss on the forehead soon after.
"That's not the thing though, Ziggs," I said, no longer crying. "It's just that, early from my childhood, I would have nightmares, at first they were extremely common. It would scare me, but as I grew older, the nightmares become less common, until the current day and age we are in, where I get a nightmare at least once every three months. The issue is, I've always had severe reactions to this nightmares…" I said quietly, ashamed at what I had said.
"Look Rumble," Ziggs began. "I understand how you feel about this, it won't make me think any less of you. I just want you to talk to me every time you do have one of these nightmares." He said, smiling to me. It made me smile.
"Thank you for understanding," I said, hugging him tighter. He gave me another kiss on the head. "Well, what should we do now?" I said, letting go of Ziggs and sitting up on the bed. I saw that the fire was still burning, quietly but strongly.
"Have breakfast?" He asked back, getting up from the bed and putting on his clothes. I began to do the same, the smell of the fresh air overwhelming me. It smelled beautiful. We made our way into the house, where we went to the white kitchen. I sat on one of the stool of the island as Ziggs rummaged through the cabinets and the fridge, looking for what to make for breakfast. The room was brightly lit from the window behind the island, making the room more cheerful.
"So what are you going to make?" I asked curiously, running my finger along the marble design of the island's tabletop.
"You'll see, or smell, whichever comes first." He said, giggling from the stove. It was fun to see Ziggs cook for once, since he has never been near a stove when I had seen him. He moved gracefully from each of the cabinets and back and forth from the stove. I saw him take out some bacon and eggs, followed by some potatoes which he was quickly peeling. He had some skills when it came to cooking, even though it never looked like he did.
"Wow, you should cook more often, you know. You obviously feel comfortable in a kitchen." I said, laughing
"I will, especially since we're home now." He said, looking back from the stove. He had turned the knobs on the stove, beginning the actual cooking of breakfast.
"So what did you want to do today?" I asked, looking over to the stove. He was flawless when it came to how quickly and fast he cracked eggs.
"Well, I wanted to stay here and wash laundry and stuff, together, that is. Since we barely got back with lots of dirty clothes and I feel like washing them." He said happily from the stove, I could see his smile in the reflection of the white stove.
"That sounds good to me, although, I never saw a washer in your home." I said, looking around the kitchen as if I was expecting the stove to come popping out of the wall.
"I have one, just like my secret shower in the pond in the backyard, there's one somewhere on the property." He said, laughing again. What other surprises did this house hold?
"Well, that's something to look forward to. Just you, this beautiful home and I." I said, looking down at me green and purple shirt.
"Well that'll be lovely." He said, going to the fridge. He took out a carton of milk, and took two rectangular glasses out from the fridge. He poured the milk in both of the glasses, and placed the glasses on the island. He went back to working on the food on the stove.
"Okay, so if we have today's plans ready, what about tomorrow?" I asked curiously, sipping from the glass. I saw him smile through the reflection of the stove.
"Tomorrow is our beautiful date that we had talked about before." He said, rummaging through the cabinet for plates.
"Finally, but where are we going?" I asked, looking around the room yet again.
"Somewhere fancy, but not too fancy that it requires pigeon-tailed coats and stuff." He said laughing at the thought. I could not imagine us wearing pigeon-tailed coats.
"Okay, I'll try to figure out what I'm going to wear." I said, taking another sip of the milk. I could smell the beautiful smell of bacon now. He began plating the breakfast, just placing it in a mediocre style, which was absolutely fine with me. He came to the island, placing the two plates on the island, one in front of me and one in front of him. It was bacon, over-easy eggs, and some oil fried potatoes. It looked so delicious.
"Finally, we get to eat something other than purple," He laughed, walking to one of the drawers in the kitchen. He got two forks and sat back down, placing one on my plate. "Dig in." He said, anxiously looking at me. I stabbed my fork through some of the potato fry things, wasn't exactly sure what to call them. I put it in my mouth, the somewhat bland but still present flavor running through me tongue.
"Hey, these things are pretty good for being plain ol' whatever the hell they are." I said, my mouth a bit full. He laughed, stabbing some of the potato things and putting them in his mouth.
"Yeah, these didn't come out that well to be honest, but they're still really good." He said, putting more in his mouth.
"You can really cook." I said, biting at the crispy bacon. The juicy flavors exploding. I missed food that was cooked differently than purple, or square shaped beans.
"Thank you, this is nothing though. I know my way around a mean grill." He said, cockily. It made me laugh. I looked over to him, his green eyes being accented by the bright light behind me. He looked so surreal at that moment, the color of his eyes being brighter than I thought was possible, his beautiful white teeth shining.
"Well we'll hopefully see later today, huh?" I asked, reaching over and giving him a peck on the lips. He giggled.
"Yes, yes, now eat up, I know how hungry you are, I heard your stomach growl like crazy during your sleeping session while I was awake." He said, pointing a fork at my plate. I nodded, biting at the bacon. He was almost done, when I had barely even finished my bacon. He was a fast eater, even though he had no canine teeth that I knew of. He finished, getting up quickly and putting his dish in the sink. He came back, sitting on the stool and looking back at me.
"Feels good to be on furniture made for our size." I said, laughing. I was tilting back and forth on the stool.
"Yes, except for my bed. My bed's a massive human sized bed, but everything else is made for us yordles." He said, laughing. He was looking past me to the window behind me. I finished eating, taking my plate, fork and glass to the sink, placing them carefully. I sat back down on the stool, looking at Ziggs, the light still accenting his facial features.
"So?" I asked, looking at him. He turned his gaze to me, smiling his big smile.
"Shall we go do laundry? Even though it's basically effortless?" He asked, chuckling.
"Sure, I'll join you." I said, as we got up together, walking to the kitchen to retrieve our clothes. We grabbed our stuff, making our way to the backyard. I was following Ziggs, but I had no idea where we were going, but it was probably that whatever machine he used to wash laundry was located in the backyard. We made our way to the small portion of grass located left of the patio, where Ziggs went to the his house, pressing something on the wall of the home. The grass began to move, going down until I could see a square pit of blackness. I saw something beginning to rise up, which ended up being a silver platform with two massive machines on it. These things we're taller than wider, which looked odd.
"Here, let me show you how these monster machines work." He said, taking one of his bags up to the machine, where he went up a ladder up the one on the left. I was assuming that this machine was the washer of the two. I didn't know machines this size existed, especially ones that washed clothes. He went up to the top, where he pressed a few buttons on the top, making the machine beep with every press. I now noticed the intricate design of the two machines, the left one, the washer, had a circle where you could see the inside of the machine. It was a massive interior, being able to wash a whole bed if you wanted to. Both of the machines we're a beautiful, shiny silver, shining brightly in the midday sun. He emptied out his bags, where I could see the clothes make their way into the machine through the circle. The machine began to fill up with water for the cycle.
"Can you hand me my other two bags, and your suitcase while you're at it?" Ziggs asked, looking down at me from the top of the machine. I nodded, turning back around and grabbing two of his bags, climbing up the ladder with the bags slung over my shoulder. He reached down, taking both of the bags and emptying them out into the machine. I got back down from the ladder, going to my suitcase. I grabbed it, going to Ziggs at the top of the machine, he took it and emptied it out into the machine. He closed the top (which I hadn't seen before) and began climbing down after I had come down. He came to me, bringing his arm around me and looking at the machine in awe.
"So, I'm not much of a specialist on machines that wash clothes since I didn't know they existed, but isn't it kind of not a good idea to wash everything at the same time? Especially in the wide variety of colors, materials and such?" I asked, turning to him. He gave me a smile, my heart shaped bomb in his left hand. I had forgotten that he had stored that bomb into one of the bags on the ship.
"Nope, this things the best that money can buy, so it's made to be carefree and effortless, I even paid extra to have an extra component added so that after the washing cycle, the clothes get pumped into the dryer, the other machine, and get dried. It takes about an hour or two, especially with our massive heap of clothes, but it's worth the money in the end." He explained, running out of breath after he finished.
"That makes sense, I guess," I said, chuckling nervously. He laughed back at me. "So now what? We did the only thing you had planned today, and it took no less than five minutes." I said laughing.
"We could go cuddle on the couch and listen to the radio." He said, looking at me, his arm still around me. He was tossing the bomb in his left hand, catching it flawlessly every time it touched his hand.
"How old fashioned, a radio, huh?" I asked back, chuckling to myself.
"Hey, I have a television too, but I'm not much for watching it. I don't have the time, nor do I have the patience to deal with that insufferable machine. As much of a luxury it is, I'm a bigger fan of the old radios and their old forecasts and stories." He said, laughing.
"How about we go and watch this insufferable machine while listening to the radio? I have yet to see one of these televisions myself, and the radio doesn't seem all that complex, I've worked on a few myself, actually." I said, in a bit of a cocky tone. Ziggs just laughed it off.
"Alright, if you want." He said, taking my hand. We went back into the massive house, walking down the hall to the red living room. I was able to see the television this time, since I was at a different angle then when I first came into the house. It was a pretty flat looking thing, the screens shining to the light in the room. It was across one of the couches, and next to the window. I saw the radio he spoke of on the side table next to the couch that was across the television, it looked a lot older and aged than the television, but I guess the older the better. We sat on the red couch, it's comfy cushions reacting to our weight. It was great to be able to sit on a yordle-sized couch. He turned one of the knobs on the old radio, the radio buzzing to life. It began broadcast some station that was playing the newest music of Valoran, although I wasn't one for music, even though I could stand sitting through one of Sona's beautiful concerts.
"What about the television?" I asked, looking at the somewhat big screen in front of us.
"Oh yea, forgot about the TV." He said, laughing and digging between the two cushions of the red loveseat. I guess TV was short for television, wasn't really familiar with the lingo of the newest technologies built on Runeterra. He brought out a square thing with a bunch of buttons, pressing one of them which made the TV light up. It began showing a news broadcast straight from Bandle City, a yordle, Lance Purtrude, was talking about the return of all the yordles that came on the ship from the institute. He was obviously referring to the league members, but he spoke so highly of us.
"Yeah, this thing isn't so interesting." I said, laughing to myself as Ziggs curled up next to me, putting his legs over mine as I sat.
"There's more channels and stuff, but since TV is a new invention, there's hardly any. Hopefully there's more in the future, I think I'm like one of I think a hundred or two people that has a TV in Bandle, not sure why they have a broadcast and all for the small amount of people here, even if people can access the channel from all over Valoran." He said. His words made my head spin, they made no sense, but I acted like it did.
"Ah, yeah, let's turn this contraption off. The radio is good enough." I said, Ziggs was holding me with both his arms, letting his full weight on me. We felt so comfortable, too comfortable for Ziggs to let go to turn it off.
"Nah, I'm okay here." He said, bringing me closer and giving me a kiss. I accepted, letting him slide his tongue into my mouth. The bits and remains of our breakfast still lingering, but we didn't care. We continued, passionately kissing and moaning, Ziggs sitting on me, so we were chest to chest. This felt a lot more provocative than usual, since there was no space between us, but we were in the moment, and that's all that mattered. Ziggs was holding my back, putting his hands into my shirt and rubbing the fur. I had my hands around his hips, feeling the fur that clung out his shorts, feeling the softness in my fingers. My lips began to ache, where I stopped. Ziggs gave me a puzzled look.
"Sorry, lips are sore. Didn't think that could happen so quickly." I said, chuckling to myself.
"I understand." He said, smiling at me. He got off me, sitting next to me. He put his head on my lap, watching the boring newscast that was now talking about the never ending feud between Demacia and Noxus. This information was getting old and repetitive. I put my hands on Ziggs ears, feeling his earring on my left as I rubbed them. I felt him shiver in pleasure.
"Feel good, huh?" I asked, trying to listen in on the radio. It was hard with the TV and the radio constantly going on at the same time. I could make out a few notes. They sounded like Sona's music, so I tried to pay more attention to the music.
"Yes it does," He said, looking up at me. I looked down to him, where he reached for a kiss. This began another of our wonderful make out sessions, our tongues wrapping around the other. This one didn't last too long, since Ziggs had to stop it. "Sorry," He said, nervously, chuckling a bit. "I ran out of breath and had to swallow. It's hard to make out when you're laying down." He said, sitting up next to me, and playing his head on my shoulder. He had his right arm around me, bringing me close, and his left on my knee, running it back and down. I placed my head on his, his ear flopping at it slipped under the weight of my head. We heard a loud beeping noise.
"What was that?" I asked, looking around.
"The clothes, they're done with their cycles." He said, sighing in disappointment. I felt him nudge a bit as he tried to get up, I grabbed his hand, holding him back.
"Hey, the clothes can wait." I said, laughing. He smiled back to me, sitting back down and resuming to the position and actions he had previous. He TV kept rambling on about unimportant or subpar news, so Ziggs and I ended up in another of our make out sessions, this time making sure that none of us would have the same problem with having to stop the session for swallowing or breathing. In the end, we spent a long time making out, where we both stopped from being tired. The sun was already coming down, which shocked me. I didn't think time went that fast, especially since we did nothing all day.
"Shall we go get the clothes?" Ziggs asked me, almost purring the words.
"Yes, so we can go shower." I said, laughing.
"You read my mind exactly." He giggled, getting up from the couch. He touched the remote, turning off the TV. He helped me up, then he made his way to the radio where he turned it off. He grabbed my hand, and we made our way down the hall. He stopped by the crossroads of the hall, going upstairs quickly, coming back with a laundry basket.
"Yeah, like that'll fit the mountains of clothes we have." I said, laughing at it.
"Hey, we're going to have to make a few ten trips or so, but it's all I have. Not used to having so much clothes being washed at the same time." He said, laughing. He gave me a peck on the lips and made his way down the hall to the backyard, where I followed. We made our way to the machine, where Ziggs went up the ladder of the dryer. He opened some kind of compartment halfway up from the top, where he reached in, grabbing clothes and putting it in the tiny hamper.
I couldn't help but laugh. "This is going to take forever." I said, laughing. He nodded.
"Yeah, so here, take this up to my room and dump the clothes on the bed." He said, dropping the hamper down on the grass. It did a small bounce, the clothes staying in the hamper. I quickly made my way up the stairs and into the red room, where I dumped all the clothes, running back down and out to the backyard. This took about twelve trips until all the clothes was on the bed upstairs. We made our way up, going into the room. There was this massive mound of clothes on the bed, still warm.
"Now to fold and decide whose is whose." I said, making Ziggs and I laugh. We made our way to the bed, where we began to separate the clothes.
"You can put the clothes in the bureau or the dresser." He said, pointing to them. I gasped a little.
"Does this officially mean I live here now?" I asked, laughing to myself.
"Of course, you're my lover, and that's all that matters." He said, giving me a peck on the lips. It made me blush a little. I began to separate the clothes, making trips back and forth from the bureau, dresser and bed. The closet was slowly beginning to fill up the clothes from both of us. We stopped here and there to cuddle in the clothes, or to kiss, but in the end we took up almost a whole hour to do the whole deed.
"This isn't even my whole closet." I said, laughing to myself.
"Later on we can go to your house and move some of your clothes, since I need to go to the academy to pick up the clothes I have there too. It's basically a second home to me." He said, as we lay on the bed cuddling.
"Alright, sounds like a plan, but what about all my inventions and stuff?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If you want, we can move that too. This is our new home now, isn't it?" He asked, laughing.
"Of course. I guess we can in the future, but that's the future, and today is today." I said, getting on top of Ziggs. He laughed, giving me a kiss.
"We should go shower." He said, looking past me to the shower.
"Oh yes, almost forgot." I said, getting off him and hopping off the massive bed. I helped Ziggs off, where we made our way to the bureau and the dresser to pick out our clothes. I chose a simple red jumpsuit and red underwear, since tomorrow I'd have to get ready for the date ahead of us. Besides, I was home now, and I could freely get dressed. We made our way into the bathroom, where I got to see it for the first time. This bathroom was in the color scheme of purple, everything being a dark, deep purple. It looked so different, yet elegant at the same time.
"Yes, I do adore purple." He said, setting his clothes down on the toilet.
"Never said anything. Although, I too love purple. In reality, I wish my fur was actually purple." I said, laughing. He brought me into a hug, giving me a simple kiss.
"You're beautiful the way you are, that light blue of yours is perfect as it is." He said, laughing.
"Thank you." I said, giving him a kiss in return. He began to undress, so I did the same. After we finished doing that, we made our way into the shower, Ziggs doing his usually knob turning. I rubbed at the fur on his back as he did that, waiting for the warm water to come out of the simple shower head. He turned around as the warm water began to run, kissing me.
"Where are we doing our activities tonight?" Ziggs asked seductively.
"In here, and only because I wanted to save the bedroom until tonight. It's the only special thing left for us." I said, laughing, he laughed back.
"I agree. And whose-" I interrupted him again.
"You again." I said, laughing. He nodded his head, giving me a simple peck.
"Although, that means you'll have to start." I said, laughing, he nodded.
"Yeah, we do not want that again." He said, looking to his left. He brought me close to him, kissing at me again. He was really into the make out session, where he slowly moved slower and put his mouth on me.
"Oh yeah, that's the spot." I said loudly, shivering in the pleasure that pulsated through me body. He slowly began his pumping, making me moan as he did it. He had his hands on my back, feeling the fur on my back as he slowly massaged it. It felt so comfortable. He began to speed up, getting louder moans as he used his tongue in the magical way he did. I felt myself release, where Ziggs licked it up, swallowing it selfishly.
"Thanks for sharing." I said, as Ziggs slinked up to me.
"Sorry, was in the moment." He said, laughing. He brought into a kiss, where I could taste a bit of the liquid. It tasted so heavenly for some reason, which made the kiss a whole lot better. He stopped, looking down innocently.
"Yes, we can start." I said, chuckling, he chuckled back, getting on the purple tile of the shower, in his usually position. I got down on my knees, getting up behind him.
"Ready when you are." Ziggs said in front of me, laughing. I laughed back, prepping myself. I got inside, hearing Ziggs moan a bit as I did it.
"There, that was easy." I said chuckling a bit.
"Gets easier the more you do it." Ziggs said, moaning loudly after as I began thrusting.
"Especially when you have lubricant." I said in a mocking tone, we both laughed.
"Especially when you have lubricant." He repeated. He moaned louder as we began to speed up our thrusting, Ziggs shivering in pleasure at the feeling of my hands massaging his back. We began to speed up, where I climaxed, making Ziggs moan in pleasure.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, moaning the words.
"No, I haven't finished," He said, it made me laugh. The tone he used was so childish. I continued my rhythm, determined to have Ziggs finish. He moaned loudly, speaking quickly after. "D-Done." He said, smoothly speaking the word. I got out, lying on the tile floor. Ziggs got down next to me, laying his head on my chest.
"That didn't feel all that amazing, to be honest." I said, chuckling a bit.
"It's lost it's spark to be honest, but tomorrow will make up for it." He said, giving me a kiss.
"Hope so, tomorrow is going to be special for us." I said, hugging Ziggs closer to me.
"Yes it will, now, let's hurry with the cleaning routine, I want to go snuggle on the bed." Ziggs said, laughing a bit.
"I understand, cuddling is just as good as sex." I said, getting up and grabbing at the shampoo, quickly pouring it in my hand. He took it from me, pouring some on his hands, where we slowly began to clean each other. Once we had finished, gotten ourselves dried and dressed, we made our way to his bed. Ziggs had put on some simple black shorts with a black shirt, making him blend into the dark red room. We got comfortable in the bed, pulling the heavy blankets over us. The house was cold, even with the summer heat.
"It's so dark in here." Ziggs said, looking around as he brought me closer to him.
"The curtains are closed." I said getting out of the bed, opening the curtains to reveal a starry lit sky and a moon, soaking the bedroom in bright light.
"Wow, what a beautiful view." Ziggs said from the bed as I went back. I lay next to him, getting closer to me as he his right arm under me and around my chest, bringing me closer. I gave him a little peck on the lips, before nuzzling my head on his chest.
"As much as I hate doing this, this is more comfortable with less clothes." I said, laughing, he laughed too, nodding in agreement. We began to strip, getting down to our underwear. This time we tossed the clothes on the floor, not caring for what would happen to it. I cuddling up closer to him, his warm fur against mine. He was so warm, and he smelled so good.
"Tomorrow…" Ziggs said quietly, rubbing my back and putting his leg in between mine like he always did, bringing us closer.
"Yes, tomorrow, I'm so excited." I said, wrapping my arms around him, he did the same, giving me the secure feeling it always did.
"I love you Rumble, I cannot say it enough." Ziggs said, kissing me head as I comforted myself.
"It's something you cannot get enough of saying it, Ziggs. And even though we already know this, I love you too." I said, giving him one last kiss as I comforted myself on his chest. The warmth from the blankets and his soft fur made me fall asleep quickly, my head on his chest as it went up and down.