Just a little something that popped into my head today. Hope you enjoy!

Color of Love

Obsidian breathed deep, taking in the scent of his mate. Allie was sprawled across his chest, smelling of strawberry bubble bath and spent passion, her own breaths finally calmed into sleep.

Allison had worked late, having to help a male who had broken his arm during training. Obsidian had been waiting impatiently for her to get home and had swept her off her feet the minute she had walked out of locker room at medical. He had dragged her home, drawn her a bath and then promptly loved her warm, damp body over and over until she'd past out.

Obsidian slipped her gently off his chest, bringing her to his side. He hated to move her but his instincts demanded he check the house over once more before retiring with his mate.

Slipping off the bed he reached down for the comforter which had been forced down the bed until it was mushed against the footboard. He pulled it up but stopped when he caught a flash of purple.

Eyes narrowing, Obsidian bent over and stared at Allie's toes curiously. Each of the nails was colored in a shimmering metallic purple. How strange. She must have done it while he worked this morning as he was certain they hadn't been that color last night.

He reached out and ran a finger softly over the smooth color on her toe. How very... cute. He found he liked her adorable little purple toes.

With a smile on his face, Obsidian covered his Allie with the comforter and a went to make sure their house was secure.

From then on he checked each night, her little purple toes putting a smile on his face. He still wasn't sure how she had gotten them that color but he doubted he would ask, enjoying the little mystery.

On the fourth night, as he adjusted the comforter over her sleeping form he realized her toes were now a pretty aqua.

He grinned, entertained by this surprise.

Five days later pink was what met his nightly check.

A week later, Obsidian was getting into his NSO uniform before heading to work when he heard the shower in the en suite bathroom turn off. The sound of Allie moving around in there drew his attention and he moved to stand at the end of the bed so he could watch her dry off as he dressed. When she wrapped the towel around her wet body and bent over to dig under the sink he nearly groaned aloud.

The rattle of glass bottles knocking together caught his attention he stepped into the bathroom doorway. "What are you doing?"

Allie looked up and gave him a sweet smile that made him want to drag her back to bed. "Just trying to pick a polish."

"A polish?" He leaned over, looking down into the basket of little colored bottles she kept under the sink.

"Yes. For my toes." She stood up and gestured to her feet, the toes of which were now bare of color. She held up a little blue bottle. "I think I'll go blue this time."

Obsidian was quiet as she slipped past him into their bedroom. He should finish getting ready and go to his shift but...

"May I help you turn your toes blue?" He blurted, unable to resist.

Allie stared at him for a moment, surprise on her face, before a smile broke over her features. "Sure! Do you want to do them now?"

Obsidian nodded.

"All right." She shook the bottle and sat down with her back to the headboard.

Obsidian sat in front of her, taking her feet into his lap. He patted her little toes lovingly and then untwisted the top of the bottle.

The smell took his breath away and he backed off, nose scrunched up in distaste. "It smells awful."

Allie laughed. "Yeah, it is. Can't complain about the results though."

Obsidian didn't say anything just set about painting her tiny toes very carefully. It wasn't easy and his fingers bore more than a few blue smudges but he managed to get each one done to his satisfaction.

Looking down at her new little blue toes he smiled. "I like that. I will do them when you want to change colors."

Allie smiled, loving the image of her big male, dressed in his black uniform with her newly painted toes resting carefully in his lap. She leaned forward and reached out, drawing him close enough so she could kiss his lips. He was still coming to grips with his new life but on thing was certain. He was the strongest, sweetest man she knew.

It was why she loved him.