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Eternals and it's Characters do not belong to me. I'm writing this for pure fun and because Druig and Makkari's five minutes of screen time have ruined my life!

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My first fic out of the X-men Evolution fandom in forever. But when the feels take over the feels take over and Drukkari has definitely taken over my brain!

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Makkari fantasizes about Druig after finding the Emerald Tablet.

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Makkari stopped in the lab with a strong whoosh, making some of her books and trinkets topple over one another. She smiled brightly at the emerald stone in her hands, letting one hand come up and guide over the marking on the front. She looked up excitedly but the excitement somewhat diminished as she realized she was alone.

It happened every so often, especially when she was as hyped up as she was now. She would momentarily forget that they had gone their own ways and she had no one to show off her treasures to. He was not there for her to show her treasures to…

She blinked the thought away and looked back down at the Emerald Tablet. She had been looking for it for such a long time and finally, it was hers. As she stared at it she gave a small smile thinking back to the first time she had sought it out…she liked to believe that Druig would have been proud of the fact that she managed to hunt it down.

Warmth spread within her and butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the thought. She hugged the cold slab to her chest and started a steady tread towards her sleeping quarters in the domo. She had been gone for about a week, following all the final leads to acquire it. It would have been an easy job but it seemed that this world, like Ajax had mentioned plenty of times, was progressing slower than some of them would want and she had found it difficult finding someone to translate her signing for information. It would have been much easier if…

She stopped her train of thought and her lips formed a small pout. That was the third time she thought of Druig in less than a five minute span. She was usually a lot better at keeping thoughts of him at bay but it seemed she was not escaping him today.

Her eyes turned to the side to look at the open door of her room. Within seconds she passed it. She couldn't sleep there. If-when- the others returned and thought Phastos lab was a mess, it was safe to say that they would not want to take a look into her own room. Her bed was now home to dozens of fragile scrolls and sculptures that needed safe keeping.

In a few more strides she found herself at her destination. It was funny to think that she was telling herself not to think about him when it was his room in which she now resided in. In her defense, it wasn't her fault that she couldn't sleep in her own room, oh wait…she had cluttered it with all her priceless treasures…Ok, so maybe it was her fault, but she couldn't do anything about the fact that she was a collector.

She placed the emerald tablet on the desk next to his bed before plopping down upon it letting her toes dig into the heel of her shoes to get them off. She let out a breath and shifted a bit to get comfortable as her eyes searched the room. Everything was as she had left it, as he had left it , over two centuries ago now.

Her eyes eventually went back to the tablet. They blurred, her mind going back to a different moment in time. The night in Babylon when they had been trying to make the original trade. It may have been about two thousand years since then, but she could easily remember his expression as he watched her after he had accepted her deal. His clear blue eyes resting on her lips…

She gave an inaudible sighed and closed her eyes, letting herself bring all his features to mind. Letting the stirring flutters and warmth within her spike even more. She knew exactly what kind of rest this was going to be…

One of her hands went to her midsection. Her earlier movements to get comfy had made her shirt rise leaving some of her skin exposed. This happened to be where her hand landed. Slowly, even for her own standards, her fingers started tracing circles causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

There had been a time when this feeling was foreign to her. This heat inside of her, this ache in between her legs...

The first few times that she had witnessed sex had been on patrols during their first few years on Terra. She had asked Ajak about it once and the simple answer had been that it was the act of procreation on this planet. She had explained in very simple terms. His rod went into her center, disposed it contents and months later a little human would come out. Imagine her surprise when she caught the act being done as a solo act.

She had been with Druig at the time. Though he mostly stayed on the Domo away from the front lines, deviant encounters had nearly been non-existent for days so he had invited himself on her patrol. It had been a quiet night until they found themselves heading towards the end of their patrol zone when she felt his steps stop. She turned to look over her shoulder at him to find his eyes scanning the area carefully. Her hands had raised to ask what was wrong but before she could sign, she felt it herself.

Vibrations. They were subtle and low and she had been too focused on the night sky to have noticed them before but they were there. From the feel of them she could tell that someone was having trouble breathing. Her body went into high alert, ready to move towards it but before she could his hand was on her wrist. The action caused her to pause and give him an inquiring look.

Grabbing her attention, he let her go and his hands went up to sign that it was ok. The individual was fine. As he signed his eyes were in the distance prompting her to seek out what he saw. She found the male, he was not a child but definitely younger than their elders not having grown into his facial hair. She watched his hand movements for a few seconds, eventually looking away when Druig turned to go back the way they had come.

She caught up to him in less than a second, expression confused as her hands went into the air to reveal that she had no idea humans could procreate by themselves. His lips had curled up at the edges as he said and signed, They don't, which prompted her to ask what the hell that was all about.

She watched his shoulders shrug upwards, his hands moving to sign, 'They do it for fun.'

Her eyebrows furrowed inward, 'Fun?'

'It feels good', he elaborated.

'How do you know?'

She had watched his ears turn red and his hands quickly sign that he just knew. With his power It wasn't hard for her to deduce that Druig figured this out on one of the many times he had controlled one of their minds. Why he had gotten shy about it, she didn't know and she hadn't asked. With the many duties they had it didn't seem to have any importance at that time.

Over the centuries she had seen it happen multiple times. Felt the vibrations of their euphoric bliss. It would be many more centuries after that, by the time she found out what the fuss was all about... first hand. Funnily enough it would be on Sersi and Ikaris wedding when she first felt that heat...that need.

Everyone was laughing, drinking, and dancing. Well everyone minus one eternal that is. Druig was nowhere to be found. When she eventually sought him out she found him at a balcony, the furthest one away from the party but by the vibrations underneath her she could easily tell that the music was still reaching him.

It was the soft whoosh as she stopped next to him that made him turn to her. His eyes immediately went to her hands.

'Not having a good time?' she signed, turning to look at the plate of food resting on the stone edge in front of him and the goblet filled with dark liquid in his hand.

'It's a blast,' he responded vocally and signed with his free hand.

'Then why are you out here alone?'

'Too many of these' she watched him swish the goblet in his, 'and it gets harder to block them…' after signing the words he tapped at his head.

Well it suddenly made sense why he limited his drinking. It appeared that he decided tonight was a good reason to forgo it. She gave a slight nod at his explanation and moved her gaze to the sky. A darken blanket with twinkles in the distance. This planet was really starting to grow on her.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by his touch on her shoulder. She turned back to see him sign, 'Want to dance?'

Her eyebrow perked upwards and a smirk curled onto her lips, her hands moving rapidly and lucid. 'You know how to dance?'

He rolled his eyes at this. 'I've watched them just as long as you have.'

'And you want to dance now?' she asked, still finding it as a surprise.

His shoulder shrugged, 'I've had a lot of these,' he responded, shaking the goblet yet again before taking the rest of its contents and placing it on the stone to stretch his hand out to her.

She had smiled, and placed her hand in his, and soon her other hand was at his shoulder as he wrapped one around her waist. From the vibration she could pick up in the distance the song was upbeat and merry and true to his word he had watched the humans long enough because his body moved fluidly leading her own.

It wasn't long before the vibration of the song changed and with it came the change in his posture. The hand holding hers moved upwards to place it on his other shoulder while his now free hand went to her waist to join his other.

Her head tilted up towards him to see that his clear blue eyes were already on her. Intense and focused, alternating between her eyes and her lips, and that was it…it wasn't the first time she had felt the flutter around Druig, but it was definitely the first time it had been that intense.

So much so that she couldn't hold the gaze. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her chin went to rest on his shoulder. In response he leaned inwards into her, resting his own chin on her, his arms readjusting to keep holding her but so that his hands were now pressed against her shoulder blades. Sometime after the change, she would feel them start forming small circles, causing her eyes to close.

Their sway was slow, any other time and she would have pushed to go faster, damn the vibrations of the music that would be playing. But Druig was warmth, comfort and his breath at the nape of her neck was making that warmth spread to all other areas of her body.

Her eyes opened as she heard the vibrations of his voice. He had said her name. The small circles he has been forming with his fingers stopping to map out the letters on her skin and his next word would make her heart start beating faster.

Beautiful

It wasn't the first time he had used that word on her and it wouldn't be the last time, but something in the way he was holding her as the word formed on her skin made her breath halt and her insides tingle. This is also when she noticed that the vibrations of the song had ended and he had stopped their swaying. She swallowed hard before pulling away to let her eyes connect with his. He held the same intense look, this time the blue orbs staging focus on her lips. She felt him move, his head tilting towards her, his lips parting and then…she was gone.

She had run. Her body had mimicked her racing heart and now she was far far away in a field of lush yellow flowers. She would question that action many times in the future, the only explanation coming to her being that the fear and excitement of it all made her body move on its own accord. He never questioned it and she never explained.

But that's where it happened. The first time she gave into the human urge of self-pleasure. The first, but definitely not the last time, thoughts of Druig sent her over the edge.

And that's why now it was oh so easy to imagine that it was his fingers running up her midsection, brushing against the curve of her mound.

So easy to imagine him above her watching with those beautiful blue eyes…

His lips following the path her fingers had just made, stopping at the curve of where her bandages began. In a blink of an eye the offensive cloth was gone, all her garments were gone leaving her bare so that those haunting hungry blue orbs ate her up.

He continued his actions then, his lips pursing together to kiss one of her supple breasts, tongue darting out to lick at its center, causing her nipple to pebble underneath the wetness. Her body arched upwards wanting more, making his lips curl upwards in a smirk before taking her into his mouth. As his lips closed around her pert nipple, sucking and pulling, one of his hands found the other and pinched trying to mimic the sensation best he could. These motions continued sending small shocks of pleasure through her body causing liquid heat in between her legs to pool and the ache to become unbearable.

As if reading her mind, his free hand found the junction between her legs. The pad of one of his fingers brushed in between her nether lips and her eyes squeezed shut as the shock of his finger brushing against her clit triggered her body to shake. Soon the digit was inside of her, moving torturously slow in and out, working her up for more.

Her eyes lazily opened when she felt his touch disappear and all she could see was him. Those mesmerizing blue eyes, lips turned upwards, his finger in between them. She could feel her juices ooze and soon he was moving, his pale smooth skin shifting to be nestled in between her legs.

Yes, it was so easy to picture him. His strong arms grasping at her thighs, pulling her closer towards him until the head of his hard cock touched her wet opening.

She took a deep breath and soon her eyes squeezed shut as a strong amount of pressure pushed into her. Her mind lit up with fireworks, more beautiful than anything Sprite could conjure, as the tension released in her muscles and she gave into the pleasure building up inside of her.

He was with her, filling her to her core, hips moving against her own in a slow sway, just like their dance.

Her lips parted in an inaudible gasp every single time he crashed against her. His fingers dug into her leg as he lifted it and wrapped it around his waist. Pressing her closer, so he could go in deeper, harder, faster.

Her back pressed into the mattress hard as her hips rose. Her head tilted back to allow his lips to press against her pulse point and travel upwards, sucking and biting at her skin. They stopped at her chin prompting her heavy lids to lift.

His eyes were on her lips again, asking, begging her access to the kiss she had always denied him, denied them.

Her lips crash into his fiercely, lips parting to allow him in as their bodies rock against each other. He tasted sweet, like the many fruits he was always nibbling on. The familiarity of it all, of him, causes her strokes to fasten. Their lips part and his head goes into the crook of her neck, he's breathing her in, licking and sucking on her glistening skin.

The part that finally forces her over the edge is his lips, going to the curve of her ear lobe while his thrusts stay strong. The vibration of his voice hitting her as hard as the friction on her clit as he moves into her.

My beautiful beautiful Makkari…

She finds herself gasping for air, her legs closing tightly around her fingers as her climax trembles throughout her body, Druig's name loud and clear in her mind.

After a few minutes, her heartbeat calms and she slowly pulls her fingers out of her core. They are coated in her liquid desire. She absent mindedly grabs for one of the spare clothes she tore off and after she's clean she takes a quick second to change into sleeping attire.

It's black in color and too large for her frame, but it's comfortable and it's his and it's going to allow her to sleep.

She pulls his covers over her body, her eyes start to close, a small smile on her face as the last thing she looks at before sleep takes her is the emerald tablet.

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He gasps and semi sits up, allowing his elbows and forearm to hold his weight. The gold coloring of his eyes lasts a millisecond before going to their normal shade of blue. After a few seconds of deep breaths his heart beat regulates. He groans and allows himself to sink back into his mattress.

It was that damn dream again. Not that he didn't enjoy the dream, it was actually his favorite, but it was also a reminder of what he chose to leave behind, or more like who…and the prospect of what could have been.

And what a wonderful "could have been" it was.

His beautiful beautiful Makkari, baring it all, three fingers deep inside her wet little cunt. Her hips arching upwards to meet the movements of her thrusts as her other hand squeezed at her breast, pinched at her nipple before raising it to her mouth to press two fingers to her lips. After the brief contact her fingers slowly cascade down her neck, but his view stays on her perfect lips. They were parted, mouthing something…the same thing that always awoke him from this dream. His name.

He let a small sigh escape him as his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips. His fingers twitching with anticipation at what was to come next, at what always came after this dream.

He let his hand make the slow treck down his chest and abs, into the waistband of his pants. His cock, already hard and achey pulsates as he nears. He closes his eyes and soon he's back in that dream, with his beautiful beautiful makkari giving her all the love and pleasure he can imagine.

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And I wish I could say it was out of my system but it's not XD I'll probably be writing more to this beautiful ship that literally only had four scenes together. Thank You for reading!