Everyone just has to be perverted. No lemons until their 13, geez.

Prompt: Touch

It was the night before that Jr. had the dream. It still filled him with terror and horror, and he hoped to God he was just having nightmares the way he did after he turned her body back. But hope and optimism wasn't what one could count on, especially if you lived in the Underworld. He knew that dream had to be premonitory, had to be a part of something bigger. If only he could figure it out, maybe he could stop it.

"Yeah, right, Minnie's probably gonna be put in danger even if I did know. Just like Clockwork said, what shall be shall be, you can't change what will happen, only alter the ending."

"What a load of bull. You actually listen to that pant-less loser?"

"He let me change the past and keep you to save Minnie! If it meant Minnie's safety and security, then I'd do it in a heartbeat."

"Boy, you are obsessed."

"Kiss my ass."

"Brother, what didst thou say?"

Jr. looked up in surprise. He hadn't meant for anything to come out, but apparently talking to someone in your head made you less aware of your surroundings, which was incredible to the fact that Minnie lay right in front of him, back to his chest.

"Nothing, Mins, nothing at all."

Minnie smiled and snuggled deeper, trying to burrow herself in him. Her head rested on his outstretched arm, her breath ghosting his Nergalian bicep. It had long fallen asleep, but he didn't mind, especially with his other arm wrapping round her midriff, his pajama top ridding up her body.

This was how he wanted to sleep, his sister-mate so close to him, it seemed that the two were actually one entity, although, he preferred his flesh to his bone form. He could still feel his love, it just…

"Minnie, would you rather me be alive then dead?"

"Speak, your mind clearly, mate."

"Would it have been better if I had been alive, better for you I mean?"

"Brother, thy question is reminiscent to whence you say mine body is of no concern, your heart is within my cage."

"But this is different."

"How so?"

"Maybe, if I hadn't been dead, hadn't been the son of the Reaper, people wouldn't kidnap me and you wouldn't have had to rescue me."

Minnie turned to him, her hands coming up to meet his cheeks. Jr. quickly readjusted himself, his arms pushing her deeper into him, his hands deliciously close to grabbing her backside; it certainly didn't help that she arched her back, pushing said backside into his hand.

"I'd grab it."

"…shut up. I'm ignoring the fact she even put it there."

"It is right there, and wasn't it you who said that it was coming in nicely. Your thoughts on said matter were bit more…mature than what you had said anyhow."

Jr. just sighed, but did take the chance and ghosted her derriere slowly before sliding it back up.

"Brother mine, my love for you is as pure as the whitest feather and unwavering as God's shield."

"It's kinda ironic, a half demon having the most faith in god himself."

"It matters little. My love for thee is exactly how it should be and whatever your countenance may be, whether mirroring death or a face of your own, it shall never change."

Jr. grinned happily. It hadn't fully convinced him, but maybe he could put a little optimism into this one thing. They leaned in and kissed. Minnie whimpered in ecstasy, the feeling of his hands brushing the skin of her thighs sending tingles into her body. Jr. rolled his tongue against her lips, hoping to try something he had seen done many times, but couldn't see how someone could enjoy it.

The opening of her mouth and the meeting of their tongues did change his mind, however.

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