You wake up.
…You don't even remember falling asleep. Where were you? Why is everything so…
…fluffy?
After a beat, you realize what's happened. Beanstalk has wrapped herself around you in the middle of the night. She snored quietly here and now, a soft smile on her face while she held you close. Amusingly enough, this woman just kept finding more and more ways to trap you. Even now, in her unconscious state, she was content to latch herself around your body like some kind of gossamer octopus.
You vaguely recall the events that had transpired between you two only a few hours prior. All the wine. All the sex. Hot, bareback, unprotected, babymaking sex…
Even in the shower, when you mentally told yourself to keep your hands to your own body… you couldn't resist. Even in that shower, you found yourself lifting Beanstalk's tail, and taking her again. Then on the bathroom counter, again. In the kitchenette after the water break, again. Again, again, again…
There was no denying how addicted you were to her fluffy butt, to say nothing of how utterly elated she was whenever you finished inside of her. Whenever you filled her with that sweetness, that warmth; Beanstalk relished the sensation of being creampied. It was so satisfying to her, so carnal, so comforting… and yes, of course, it was hot to be bred, especially by the Doctor of Rhodes Island. Especially by you.
Time for a jailbreak. It takes five whole minutes, but you manage to slip away from fluffy jail, and get your clothes back on. They didn't smell too bad, all things considered… Still, it was probably best to give these a wash, before someone like Kal'tsit or Amiya got to sniffing around.
"Mm… Doc…tor…?"
Ah, damn it.
You turn around, and you see Beanstalk rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. She looks up at you for a moment with confusion, and then with sadness, and then finally, understanding. All expressions pass her features over the course of a couple of seconds.
"Right… you can't stay…" She pouted despite knowing this was coming. "You have work to do… right? Doctor… it's Christmas…"
Indeed it was. It must have been the early morning now - Christmas Day. And yet, tragically, there was no rest for the wicked. And there was none more wicked than the Doctor of Rhodes Island. The administrators of Rhodes Island found little reprieve. In fact, this nighttime tryst with Beanstalk was the most respite you've had in quite a long time, to say nothing of how relieving, soothing, intimate, passionate, and loving it was…
"There you go again, with that serious look on your face, Doctor…" Beanstalk gave you a sleepy smile, and she patted the spot on the bed beside her. "Doctor… don't go… stay with me… please? Just for the night?" She tilted her head, giving you an accusing look, and one of her ears tilted at an almost 90-degree angle. "Are you really just gonna breed me and book it?"
You come crawling back.
Beanstalk, even now, finds it within herself to laugh at you, tenderly, as she pulls you nice and close atop the creaky bed. "I'm just kidding, Doctor… if you have to work on Christmas, then it can't be helped… but… promise me… promise me you'll come back? Pretty please? You'd better… considering your new… responsibility, to me. To us…"
When she says that last part, she takes your hand and places it - ever so softly - over her soft gut. And then she closes her eyes, with her smile growing even warmer somehow. Melting all doubt, all worry.
"Ahaha… I love you, Doctor. Merry Christmas to you. To us… don't work too hard. And I'll be here when you get back… OK? I'm not going anywhere… and you'd better not, either."
All evening, Beanstalk had you right where she wanted you. With her arms, or her legs, or her tail, she would keep you bound and restricted. Unable to break free. Now, you realize that Beanstalk has taken things one step further. She was trapping you with responsibility. With a baby. It was a scary thought… and yet, you couldn't think of anyone you'd rather experience this with.
…Well, that wasn't true. A few names bubbled to the surface of your mind. But you'd better keep them to yourself. It would be 0-sanity to mention something like that to Beanstalk, who was kissing your knuckles tenderly and nuzzling against your hand.
…Ah, to hell with it.
Catching Beanstalk by surprise, you slip back into bed and cozy up with your new wife(?), welcoming her into your arms and cherishing her elated sigh; an overjoyed hum of relief. "Doctor… you'll stay with me for a while longer? I'm so glad…!"
She yawns again, pressing her face into the crook of your neck, basking in your soothing body heat. "Goodnight, Doctor," Beanstalk whispers.
And she holds you so tenderly, dearly close.
"I love you, Doctor. Merry Christmas… and sweet dreams."
It was. And they were.
And now they always will be.