A Morning
Boomer sneezed himself awake, shooting upright and blinking blearily in an attempt to discern his surroundings. Bubbles popped up beside him, also trying to see through the haze of slumber. They were on a bed but not in their bedroom, and the sun shone so brightly that it hurt to open their eyes all the way. Boomer scooted to the edge of the mattress and kicked something that rolled across the floor with a metallic clank. "Fuuuck…" he groaned. That sounded like a goblet. He faced Bubbles with the window behind her and experienced a sudden sinking feeling, fully aware the next instant. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm so late!" They'd fallen asleep in the guest bedroom downstairs while putting away all the marital gifts. Bubbles started drinking mead at some point, and since Lucifer had put a probation spell on Boomer, he got sort of contact-drunk from making out with her. They'd done more sitting, talking, and laughing than making the castle presentable. "Laz! What time is it?!" he yelled.
"About ten minutes after you were supposed to be at work, Master!" he shouted back. Boomer sighed in relief. Ten minutes was acceptable.
"Huh? Work?" Bubbles questioned, ruffling her blonde curls.
"I forgot to tell you." Boomer wrapped his arms around her. "I'm the head of security for the mines. I gotta be there or it's guaranteed that someone will get hurt."
She hummed. "Sounds like an important job. You'd better get going." Yeah, he should, but… wife. Incredibly hot and cute wife he didn't want to be away from for a single second. Bubbles saw how remiss he was to leave her, so she gave him a gentle push. "Don't worry about me, I have plenty to do around here. Get moving!" She turned him around and smacked his ass.
They headed upstairs where Boomer paused at the top step, slumping. "I can't go any farther… You have to touch my butt again." This time Bubbles gave it a hard pinch. "Ouch! Jeez…" He continued dragging his feet so she pushed him toward their bedroom, laughing in between groans.
"You're heavy! Walk normally! You're late for work and I want to take a shower, too!"
That gave Boomer an idea. When they reached the door he rounded on her and kissed her hard, earning a little "mmph?!" before she relaxed into it. He retained enough spatial awareness to maneuver them into the bathroom where Bubbles bumped against the counter. She broke their kiss to look around. "When did we get here?"
"You said you wanted a shower, so let's take one together." Boomer turned on the water and waited, all hooded eyes and impish smile. How could she say no to that face? Obviously she couldn't, biting her lip as he reached behind her to loosen the laces of her shirt. They took turns removing garments from one another, then Boomer met her lips in an almost dainty manner. Suddenly Bubbles felt starved for his affection, making needy little noises as she stood on her tiptoes in an attempt to reach more of him. She pulled at his arms and shoulders, silently urging him to move his hands off her waist and touch her.
Finally, after she whined in frustration, Boomer smiled against her mouth and walked them into the shower spray. He tried for a kiss but Bubbles offered her cheek at the last second. "Are you teasing me on purpose?" she asked.
Undeterred in the slightest, he left a trail of kisses down her neck. "Just wanted to see if I could rile you up," he said.
"I'm sufficiently riled." Bubbles sounded terse even though her stomach was aflutter with butterflies.
"I don't think you are." He sat on the wide tiled edge of the basin, bringing her down to straddle his lap. "Do you really want me to stop?"
Bubbles shook her head and pressed her upper body so tightly against Boomer's that there wasn't room for water to get through. She wound an arm around his neck and kissed him with a hunger that made him moan, the sound traveling straight to her core. Now he acted like he couldn't get enough of her, sticking his tongue in her mouth at every opportunity while his hands slid down to take firm hold of her ass. They no longer felt the heat of the shower, only each other, and temperatures continued to rise when Bubbles leaned back to let Boomer sample her chest.
Her breasts were truly magnificent, too large for his hands to cover completely. He groped one a bit harder than intended but Bubbles didn't mind, distracted by the small pink marks he left by trapping her soft, supple flesh between his teeth. She clutched at his hair as he ducked his head to kiss and suck on her nipples. A hard flick of his tongue made her cry out, but it was one of pleasure rather than pain. Boomer would never intentionally hurt his darling wife but he did like things a little rough. In the interest of testing her boundaries he gave her sensitive pink peak a nip. Bubbles shuddered and whimpered. "Too much?" he wondered.
His husky tone made her shiver again. Boomer could ask her for anything in that voice and she'd gladly oblige. "It feels good," she answered, breathy.
He went right back to it, lavishing her breasts with the attention they deserved. Since Bubbles now held herself firmly in place by clinging to his shoulders, Boomer let his hands wander. She seemed to enjoy him squeezing her ass; each time he did, she ground down hard on his erection and made it nigh unbearable. The shower had become white noise now that her falsetto keening filled his ears, and all he felt was her body in relation to his. As their mouths attempted to reconnect, Boomer planted a hand on her lower back to guide her onto his cock, but there was too much liquid; from the water or their combined arousal he couldn't tell which. "Fuck…" he laughed. Bubbles peered at him through half-lidded eyes. "We're fucking soaked."
She giggled. "Maybe we should actually try getting clean?"
Sound advice; that was the point of taking a shower, after all. The reminder that he had to go to work lingered in the back of Boomer's brain, but he promptly ignored it after turning off the water and once again maneuvering Bubbles where he wanted her to be while savoring her lips. She fell into bed with a gasp and he was on her the next instant, convinced that he would truly perish unless he put his dick in her right now. She tugged at his hair, his back, and his hips as her moaning turned desperate, aching for the relief he could provide. "Please…" she murmured, practically purring, "I need you."
And then cold dread instantly replaced the fire in his veins. In the heat of the moment he'd forgotten she was a virgin, and they couldn't just start fucking like animals without any repercussions. Panting, Boomer pushed himself up to give her a look of dismay. "We can't… we can't do this yet."
Disappointment was evident in her pretty eyes. "Why not? Don't you want to?"
"Yes, gods, more than anything. I'm so hard for you it hurts." At least the dread was killing his boner. He cupped her face and kissed her softly. "I almost forgot you're a virgin."
"So?" She hoped she'd no longer be one by lunch!
"So I need to set up some measures to keep you safe," Boomer explained. "Remember the conversation we had with Butch and Buttercup? Something will try to consume you when your virgin blood is spilled."
"Oh yeah…" Bubbles puffed out her cheeks in irritation. "I forgot about that, too."
Boomer half-smiled. "I mean, I hope the only person you want to devour you is me. And I do mean in the fun way." She tittered, blushing. "We have to wait until I put up some stronger wards."
"As in magical wards?" He nodded. "How long will that take?"
He mulled it over. "Since I'll be doing them myself, two days. Three at most."
Three days after they'd been so close to doing the deed?! Bubbles groaned. "I don't have much of a choice but to wait, do I?"
"Sorry." Boomer nuzzled her apologetically. "But I'll make you a promise, okay? A Demonic oath, even." Her eyes widened. That sounded like a big deal. "Once the wards are in place, I'll make you come for every night you had to wait, plus an extra for right now. Okay?"
Her heart skipped a beat at the prospect while she tried to look serious. "If you don't give me four orgasms, I'll be really disappointed."
"Then I swear an oath not to disappoint my wife in our marriage bed." Boomer grinned. "Maybe I should get in a little practice beforehand, just in case."
"No way." Bubbles crossed her arms and turned up her nose. "My temple is hereby closed for visiting hours for the next three days."
"Oh, come on…" His hand slid up her inner thigh. "I can't even leave a little offering at the entrance?"
"Nope. I am off-limits until it's guaranteed that no creepy Demons will get between us."
Boomer gave her chest a look. "Not much room for them to fit."
Bubbles laughed and lightly slapped his arm. "Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed for your job?" Boomer mumbled and grumbled and dragged his feet some more. If he hadn't been so hungover yesterday, he could've gotten up at a respectable time and started placing the wards around his castle in order to protect Bubbles. But the sooner he got to work, the sooner the day would end and the sooner he'd return to his lovely wife. That was the motivation he needed to make himself presentable and head to the terminus where Bubbles saw him off. "Have a good day, sweetie!"
They managed to share a kiss without it leading to more. "You too," he replied. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask Laz or order the goblins to go get it." They waved goodbye to one another, then Boomer heaved a sigh of longing before winding through the crowds.
His office was situated in the middle of the mining district. He frowned as soon as he walked in; his brothers awaited him. "You're late," Brick said.
"Yeah, I was more interested in making out with my wife than coming to work today," Boomer returned, "but if I want to support her, I need to earn those carats."
"Maybe I'll be able to give you a raise if Brick's deal pans out," Butch chimed in.
Boomer raised an eyebrow. "What deal?"
"King Dan offered to send Fae prisoners here to join our mining personnel. I accepted."
"Oh, that's great. Now they won't have to work overtime as often to fill our quotas." Less overtime meant less fatigue meant fewer accidents, which made Boomer's job a lot easier. "But why would King Dan make an offer like that out of the blue?"
"It was his attempt to give Blossom some allies," Brick explained.
Now Butch's brow quirked. "Allies for what? Is Floria planning to invade us or something?"
He chuckled. "No. It's just that our union is unlikely to ever receive his blessing."
"Ooh, because you're a dick to her," Boomer said sagely as Brick glowered. "Sucks that your in-laws don't love you as much as Queen Cotta loves me. Now get out of my office. I have medical reports to file."
