You originally just wanted to shower so that you could take care of your bulge without it being embarrassing, but you end up standing in the shower for a good half an hour, wondering what the hell is up with Dirk.

You wonder if you can talk to Kankri about this – after all, he is your go-to not-really-moirail-because-he's-celibate – but then realize that if you start talking about how shitty you feel because your matesprit won't have sex with you, it'll end badly. Like. Really badly.

So, you just continue standing there, puzzling over Dirk's mental state. Did something happen to him when he was out there?

No, no, it's stupid for you to be worrying about this. You should just get out of the shower and cuddle or something. He seems to be in a cuddly mood, and that's better than nothing, right?

You think so.

You wrap yourself up in an unnecessarily fluffy bath robe and go back to the living room. He's still there. He picked up the book where he left off and you sit down next to him, huddling into his side. He puts an arm around your shoulders and reads the book over you, and you're pretty sure that you're an idiot for worrying. He's just in a weird mood. Everyone gets them. There's nothing strange about it, nothing you should be worrying about, anyway.

"So, how'd training go?" you ask. He puts down the book, and it might be your imagination but he looks sort of annoyed? Either way, you're sort of regretting bringing it up. "You were out there for a while, right?"

"Yeah," he says. "Trained for a little bit. It's a beautiful day, though… Think I talked to someone, too, but I can't really remember…"

He trails off and you are terrified.

"Was it Kurloz? I bet it was Kuroz, that mind-controlling bastard," you snarl, and he puts a hand on your head.

"Cronus," he says. "Calm down. Nothing bad happened, even if it was the mime troll. I'm fine, ain't I?"

You pause. "I… guess…" you say, still a little worried. He manages a smile, and you manage one back, pushing your face into his chest and trying to get as close to him as you can possibly get before the two of you start having sex.

Not that you would be opposed to that or anything.

"I'm totally fine," he says again, and his arm around you tightens. Then he changes the subject. "Hey, why don't you show me some of your music? You talk about it a lot, but I don't know if I've ever heard any."

"Okay," you say, a little nervous, and stand up. "My room. It's where my husktop is."

He follows you up to your room and wraps his arms around your waist while you look through your husktop for a song that he'd like, or at the very least not hate. It occurs to you that you don't really know all that much about Dirk Strider's preferences – you know he likes anime, and spaghetti, but other than that… you're drawing a blank.

It's kind of scary. How much does he know about you? That you like Grease, and looking good, and that you used to look like a completely dork. And, of course, that you give totally amazing blowjobs. But that's just a given.

He kisses your neck while you look and you, completely aroused and happy by this sudden mood swing, wriggle to turn and kiss him.

"Stay still," he murmurs, and you comply, licking your lips as your fingers hover over the keyboard, shaking a little. He keeps kissing your neck, one of his hands sliding to untie your robe and the other sliding down over your hips. You whimper a little, trying as hard as you can to not turn around and throw yourself at him.

Hey, it's a lot harder than it looks.

He pulls the robe off of you slowly, almost too slowly, you're practically dying here and he's taking his own sweet time, the hand that was tracing over your hips going down and stroking your bulge, which you literally just took care of in the shower but well he is just making your body confused today, isn't he.

His mouth moves away from your neck and he pulls you off of the chair, tipping it over and pulling you onto the bed. You squeak, partly because you nearly cracked your head open and died and partly because wow this is hot as fuck. You are completely naked now, pinned on your bed, Dirk Strider on top of you and wow you don't know what brought about this change of feeling but you are really loving it.

You reach up, trying to get his pants down, but he pins your hands at your sides and kisses your neck sloppily. You arch toward him, trying to get him as close to you as you can, and he lets one of your hands go to pull his pants down. You don't know why he didn't just let you do it, but, fact is you don't really care right now. Now you're both naked and this is even better.

You whine when he brushes against your bulge, and he looks straight at you and those aren't Dirk Strider's eyes.

They're the same color, sure, but they aren't his, you can tell, there's a difference you studied magic for years and the Makara mind-thing is almost a sort of magic, you can tell when someone's possessed, and you're frozen for a second before, wriggling out of his grip, not wanting to hurt him but wanting to get away as fast as you can. It's not like you haven't imagined having a fling with Kurloz, you have a few times even though he scares the shit out of you, because he's pretty damn hot, and you would probably sleep with almost anyone, but not while he's possessing Dirk's body.

That just seems… wrong, somehow. You don't know what he's playing at, or why he's so hell-bent on making you miserable, but you're strong enough to get away, at least. You don't think that you could beat Dirk Strider in a one-on-one fight, but getting away from Dirk Strider being possessed or controlled or something by Kurloz Makara? Totally possible.

You don't even bother with the bathrobe and lock yourself in the bathroom, surrounded by fluffy towels and hair grease sitting with your back against the door, shaking, wondering if you should pull out the magic.


I don't even know whats going on anymore.

But yeah I'm not going to be able to update on Monday so I just decided to update now while I have the chance? So here we go!