Night after lemony Spritshipping for HarmonyBenderFreak!
Matthew wakes up groggily. He is exhausted. More exhausted than he has ever been in his life. More exhausted than he was during the fierce training sessions with his father, Garet, Tyrell, or Karis. More exhausted than the ordeal at Apollo Lens. More exhausted than everything in his life until this point combined. He pants, wondering how even after falling asleep he is still tired and feels like he had run several triathlons several times over.
He turns his head slightly and memories come swimming back into his head as he sees his new wife, his queen, Sveta, snoozing beside him, contently purring against his shoulder. Her fur is slick and damp with sweat, and ruffled in so many places from where his hands had touched and groped.
Gods, last night had been amazing.
He was not prepared though, for a beastwoman's vitality and stamina. He should have figured in hindsight that once would not be enough. He was almost sure he had passed out at some point half-way through, and was almost sure that Sveta had continued to use him until she was satisfied. Especially judging from the pain around his hips.
He lay back into his pillow, desperately wishing he had something, anything, to drink. He was parched. And gods, the heat in this room, in the bed was almost unbearable. And the smell, the lingering scent of sweat, and… fluids, and sex all of it was heavy in the air, doing little to help the heat.
Yet, he enjoyed it all. It all just reminded him of his first night with his wife, with the woman he loved more than anything no matter what. He sighed slightly, trying to calm his tired body, letting it know that it could rest easy for now.
He turned onto his side to face Sveta, placing a gentle kiss against her nose. She mumbled a little and shifted slightly at the contact, but didn't wake. Matthew smiled, simply admiring her. If he could wake up like this every day for the rest of his life, then there was no doubt that he was the luckiest and happiest man who would ever live. He moved his hand to touch her cheek, gently rubbing the damp fur, before trailing down to her stomach.
Idly, he wondered if last night would result in a child. Truly, he could think of no greater joy. To know that the woman of his dreams might someday allow him to have a child? The very thought brought joyous tears to the young warrior's eyes.
"Morning." Sveta said sleepily, followed by a wide and very cute yawn.
Matthew bit his lip, trying not to cry as he thought of how happy he was, and simply cuddled closer to his wife.
Sveta smiled and held him close. She did not need her Spirit Sense to know what her husband was thinking. She nuzzled her head against him, dreaming of the very same future he was.
Them. Together. As a family. With their children.
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