A/N: Honestly had a lot of fun writing these two; they gel so well together~
Do enjoy~
Heart of Thorns
Evening had fallen over Rhodes Island.
The sun had just set and coupled with the thick clouds it made for a gloomy sort of evening; the skies turning dark fast and much beyond Rhodes Island itself wreathed in darkness. The mobile city though remained abuzz with activity even this late at night; some Operators deploying whilst others came home, workers performing server maintenance when its usage was at its lowest, engineers fixing engines or treads; much like a true city, Rhodes Island never slept.
In the upper decks the same could be said for Weedy. Cosied up in one of the laboratories she meticulously separated bacteria under a Petri dish, one eye to the microscope as she added solutions or formulae to test the reactions. Nothing major, but with any luck her research into this particular strain of bacteria – one local to Iberia – could prove useful in combating the Seaborn problems they'd been having over there.
If they were willing to pay a hefty price, of course. There was no lost love between her and the Iberian Inquisition – if they wanted a weapon, they had to pay the blacksmith first.
Of course, all that was conditional on her actually isolating certain strains of the bacteria to make them useable against the Seaborn. She had all the time in the world, but that didn't mean her patience wasn't being tested by the little dots under her scope as they seemed to resist her intent with all their puny little might. Several times a liquid solution meant to isolate them instead just caused them to merge together, and when she tried an opposing formula they just did the same thing – but when she tried again, this time with a different solution meant to separate them, they just gathered into multiple clumps.
On the whole it was frustrating. Mercifully she was aided by Thorns for the day, who was working as her assistant. Most of his work was the physical half; bringing samples, disposing of used products safely, writing her notes for her; she felt bad she was lugging so much work onto him but whenever she tried to apologise he just shrugged it off. Which, while she found it sweet, didn't alleviate her guilt about basically making him her errand boy.
Then again, there was no doubt in her mind that with this arrangement they were being twice if not thrice as efficient – she didn't need to start and stop her work when he could pick up her slack.
Of course, working with Thorns also had its... downsides.
To call them that was perhaps not the right word. He did his job perfectly, he was quiet and helpful, he was nice to her and she found him cute – really, really cute if she was being honest with herself – but he was about as dense as a block of solid titanium.
A fact Weedy was reminded of as Thorns suddenly got behind her, his body nearly touching hers and his breath – his warm breath that smelled vaguely of mint sweets – tickled her nape. ''Any luck?''
''Ah, um...'' Weedy tried to think of what to say – but that ticklish breath on her neck made something in her stomach twist. ''Y-Yes?''
''...you sound uncertain.'' Thorns noted almost idly, shifting around to her left and looking her in the eyes. ''Are you feeling okay?''
''O-Of course!'' Weedy squawked out hurriedly, turning away and ferrying her sample back over to the incubation chamber. ''Ahem... anyway, please fetch me another solution.''
''Which one this time?'' The dark-skinned youth inquired lightly, already meandering his way over to the fridge.
Weedy racked her mind for which one to try next; few had seen much in the way of results. ''Hm... perhaps the alkaline phosphatase one? It could potentially help with getting the bacteria to separate easier. Worth a try at least.''
''Got it.'' Thorns merely assented; the clunk of the fridge door opening audible.
Weedy relaxed minutely at that; confident that with her back to him he couldn't see her face, allowing her to fan herself a little. She felt too hot. It aggravated her that all he had to do was breathe on her and she got so flustered, and if she didn't know better she'd have thought Thorns was flirting with her. But of course he wasn't; she was lucky enough to have the densest man in Rhodes Island working as her assistant. It was just a shame then that he was also, in her humble opinion, one of the most handsome assistants out there too.
Especially when he was on the battlefield. She still recalled her first mission with him to that god-forsaken swamp, how many bugs and potential diseases were all around her – and then they had the fortune to be attacked by disgusting slug-like creatures, overinflated from ingesting too much polluted water. Though they were hardly a threat the risk of disease was, and she nearly got a face full of the disgusting gunk one of threw up when Thorns tackled her out of the way and held her close as he fended off another.
...honestly now that she thought about it, that was pretty cool. Romantic, even.
His chest had been nice too... and his smell, even in a swamp – just thinking about it made her go a bit weak in the knees, her breathing a little heavy.
Which was why it was a shock when Thorns spoke up right next to her. ''Weedy?''
''Yes?!'' The Ægir shrieked in fright, hand over her heart. ''D-Don't scare me like that!''
Thorns just blinked, unflappable as ever. ''I called your name six times. I was worried something had happened.''
'W-Worried?' Her cheeks burned and her heart clenched, a shudder roiling through her. ''I... I am fine, thank you. Just... musing over possible solutions, that's all.''
''Hn.'' Thorns's eyes were keenly focused on her, but he didn't push the issue. ''Anyway, here's the solution you wanted.''
''R-Right, thank you.'' Weedy accepted the vial and hurried back over to her microscope.
Only to realise she'd forgotten she'd put away the Petri dish. ''Tch. Could you-''
A fresh Petri dish of incubated bacteria was slid in front of her, right under the lens of the microscope, courtesy of Thorns himself. Of course, that also meant he was practically up against her back to lean past her, his breath once more on her neck and cheek while his left arm was brushing against her tail. Not directly, just the back of his hand against the side of her tail, but it instantly made her feel weak.
''S-Space please!'' Weedy squeaked out, and to his credit Thorns back off without batting an eye. ''Um, thank you Thorns but maybe you should retire for the day.''
''Hm?'' Thorns quirked a brow at her. ''But there's still-''
''You can go now.'' Weedy hurried the words out, not looking at him. ''I can handle the rest, thank you very much.''
There was a moment of quiet before Thorns hummed an acknowledgement and went through the process of removing his gear – gloves rinsed and hung up, coat removed and dumped in the hamper for sterilisation, before finally he went through the decontamination pod before finally vacating the lab.
Only then did Weedy allow herself to relax, fanning her red face with one hand. ''T-Too close...''
Yet she couldn't help but wish she didn't send him away, if only so she could feel his breath on her neck once more.
X-x-X
Elysium was having a jolly old day.
Which was to say not at all. Waking up early for training, getting his ass handed to him by Blaze who was in a bad mood, having the medic on duty laugh her ass off at him because his hair was a mess before having to endure Goldenglow's constant apologises as she re-styled his hair for him so it didn't look totally stupid – frankly, he was about ready to just hit the sack and take the next two days off of work.
Grumbling some choice words under his breath Elysium adjusted the hat on his head – a rather flattering fedora that Goldenglow had gifted to him until his fringe grew back in, which he found rather sweet of her – and continued on his way down the dormitory corridor. At this time of night there was only a handful of people going about, mostly those heading to their dorms or going downstairs to party in the bars. Had his hair not been singed, he might've done the same thing.
Alas, Blaze lived up to her name, especially when combustible gas tanks were involved.
So busy grumbling to himself and trying to adjust his leftover fringe under his hat he almost didn't notice someone else coming down the corridor. Glancing down he side-stepped them – only to stumble to a stop when he noticed who it was.
''Thorns, my man!'' Elysium called out with a light laugh. ''I've not seen you for ages!''
''Hm? Ah, Elysium.'' Thorns greeted in his usual simple, straightforward manner. ''Forgive me, I've been busy in the labs.''
''Ahh, I see. Was wondering why you hadn't been on ops lately.'' Elysium remarked. ''You should come out sometime, catch some sun – I heard there's rumours of a mission to Siesta~ Would be a nice vacation, don't you think?''
''Rhodes Islanders are not to use missions to their personal benefit, barring extraordinary circumstances.'' Thorns recited from the Operator's manual, expression unchanging as he did so. ''I do believe using such a venture as a vacation violates that.''
''Oh come on, you know that's just a formality – plus, if you get the job done and have some fun, what's the harm?''
''Point.'' Thorns conceded. ''Regardless, I have no need to visit Siesta, so I'm fine letting my colleagues go in my place. I imagine many would like to. Yourself included, of course.''
''You wound me.'' Elysium held a hand over his heart even as he grinned. ''But yeah, it's not even been announced yet and people are chomping at the bits to get assigned to it. Kal'tsit has been pretty tight-lipped on it though.''
''Mm.'' Thorns nodded, glancing behind himself.
Elysium rolled his eyes. ''Fine fine, I won't keep you, you're probably tired anyway. I know I am. Though I never usually run into you here now that I think about it – you leave work late or something?''
''Early.'' Thorns corrected. ''Weedy sent me back early, said she'd finish up for the day.''
''Oho, Weedy huh~'' Elysium grinned at his friend, who merely quirked a brow.
In all the chaos that his life had become the last month or two, he'd totally forgotten about Thorns and Weedy – or to be more specific, how both clearly had the hots for one another. It was so obvious, but the pair themselves seemed completely oblivious to it. Thorns he could understand given his friend wasn't that good at emotional stuff and preferred blunt logic over feelings, but Weedy? From what he knew of the girl she seemed the type to understand her own feelings enough to act on them. Then again, maybe she was just as dense as Thorns deep down.
Which gave him an idea. ''Anyway, I'll let you go rest. See you later my friend!''
Thorns hummed back, one brow remaining raised as Elysium continued on his way – but rather than go towards his room, he took a left back towards the public corridors.
After a second though Thorns shrugged, making his way back to his own room.
Elysium meanwhile had a mission in mind. It took some effort to stop himself from grinning at his own genius, if he was to flatter himself, but he managed – making his way back through the complex hallways of Rhodes Island towards the laboratories. It didn't take more than ten minutes and by the time he neared he found many of the individual rooms darkened; lights flicked off and leaving just a handful of rooms still lit.
One of which he could spy Weedy inside of. Plastering on a suave smirk he took up position opposite the door and waited, patient. Despite the fatigue aching at his body his duty to his brother-in-arms – even if Thorns would flatly deny such a claim – kept him going.
His patience was soon rewarded as he heard Weedy enter the decontamination pod, the distinct hiss audible through the glass wall – and within the minute the girl herself walked out through the sliding doors.
Only to stop short as she saw him. ''H-Hello? You are...?''
''Elysium.'' The Liberi introduced himself. He was pretty sure he'd done so in the past, but given they'd only ever been on a mission like once, he didn't fault her. Heck the only reason he remembered her name was that she was both cute, and important to Thorns. ''Sorry for bothering you, just wanted to ask if Thorns had been here?''
''Yes, he has?'' Weedy cautiously answered.
''Ahh, so that's why.'' Elysium nodded, feigning understanding. ''I was wondering why he was sulking in his room.''
''S-Sulking?'' The Ægir repeated; expression first disbelief, then worry. ''Is he okay?''
''Don't know, he just went back to his room. I was wondering if anything happened here to put him in a mood?''
Though Elysium feigned interest, he knew full well the thoughts going through Weedy's head – and to his silent delight, she fell for the bait, panic in her eyes as she realised she might've upset her crush. Even if the girl herself seemed to be unaware she even had a crush on him.
''I... I'll go check on him!'' Weedy suddenly declared and, without even giving Elysium a polite goodbye, hurried off down the hall – her fast walk evolving into a jog in no time at all.
Leaving Elysium smiling proudly to himself in the corridor.
'All up to you now Thorns, you deserve a little happiness every now and again.'
X-x-X
Weedy wasn't sure what overcame her, really.
She wasn't thinking straight. She needed to take a breath and calm down, to analyse the situation-
But the guilt of knowing she made Thorns feel bad because of her own embarrassment made her heart clench in a way she wasn't entirely familiar with. An itch at the back of her mind spoke of why, a wordless suggestion of why she longed to feel his breath on her neck once more, but she quashed the thoughts as quickly as they came – to no avail.
And when she finally found Thorns's room and reached it, she was no closer to chasing them away than she was when she first bolted for the dormitory wing.
Pressing the red doorbell button Weedy anxiously fidgeted with herself, worried the door would open to reveal an upset and despaired Thorns...
...but when it hissed open a second later Thorns stood there, looking just as he did less than twenty minutes ago, if a bit surprised.
''Weedy?'' The dark-skinned youth inquired with brows raised. ''Is something the matter?''
''I-'' The words caught in her throat, and when he tilted his head she looked away, face hot. ''I came to apologise. I shouldn't have sent you away like that, it was rude of me.''
''It's fine?'' Thorns seemed more puzzled than upset. ''I assumed you were simply confident in your ability to tidy up tonight. Do you need further assistance?''
''No, it's fine, I've finished up and the cleaning crews will probably come by soon anyway.'' Weedy declined, finding her shoes very interesting all of a sudden. ''I suppose I just... just got embarrassed and needed some space to think.''
''Oh.'' Thorns said – simultaneously frustratingly short yet endearingly understanding. ''Was it something I did that made you so flustered?''
Yes, she wanted to say, but blaming him for her feeling embarrassed felt wrong. ''Not quite, but... I suppose it's just, we've been working together for so long and I guess I've... come to like you a lot.''
The latter half was mumbled more than it was spoken, shyness closing her throat up as she admitted such a thing. And for all Thorns's denseness, the implicit meaning didn't miss him this time – his eyes widening a fraction and understanding gleaming in those hypnotising amber eyes. He was quiet though, his surprise evident but rejection not, fuelling the budding uncertainty in Weedy's heart.
''I...'' The Ægir hesitated. ''Do you... feel the same?''
Again he was quiet, and just when she moved to speak Thorns raised a hand... and cupped her cheek. Instantly Weedy's face lit up like a glowing tomato but she didn't try to extradite herself from his surprisingly caring touch, his hand calloused by years of swordsmanship but his digits dexterous as they fitted to the contours of her cheek, his thumb sliding just under her eye. For a long moment he said nothing, his eyes simply locked with hers.
Then he spoke. ''I think I do. I will admit to being... new, to relationships of this type, however. So forgive me if I struggle to figure out the nuances to it.''
Weedy laughed – half disbelieving, half relief. ''As am I. I probably don't know much more than you do.''
Thorns smiled and her heart very nearly skipped a beat at the sight of it; how it lit up his normally-stoic visage with warmth, even with how small his smile was. ''I see. Would you... like to come in?''
The invitation was a bit awkward, words slowed by uncertainty, and this time Weedy's heart skipped a beat for real. ''S-Sure.''
Humming Thorns stepped aside, arm out for her to enter. Smiling her thanks Weedy shuffled inside her fellow Ægir's room, eyes unashamedly roaming over the interior. As expected of Thorns his room – a single bedroom one – was about as plain and spartan as she'd presumed. Grey walls, a bed over against the far wall with a small window next to it, a desk to the right of it with some pencils and sketch paper, but beyond that his room was about as default as one could get. Anything personal seemed to be tucked away in the boxes under his bed or in the overhead cabinets.
Shutting the door behind her Thorns made his way over to the bed and sat down on it, patting the side and prompting Weedy to shuffle over, shoulders in with embarrassment as she plopped herself down on the edge. The silence that followed felt stifling, her confession repeating itself in her mind and fuelling the embarrassment rushing to her cheeks – already envisioning better, more refined ways she could've confessed to the first guy she'd ever had feelings for.
Such thoughts were interrupted as Thorns spoke up. ''So... what do people do when dating?''
Weedy blinked. ''Oh... well, they spend time together, go on dates, hold hands, have romantic walks on beaches, and...''
Her mind caught up to her just before she said it, her voice cracking into silence and her face once more blooming scarlet.
Something that Thorns noticed. ''Hm? What's wrong?''
''A-Ah, erm-!'' Weedy stammered, fumbling – before saying the first thing that came to mind. ''Kissing!''
''What's so embarrassing about that?'' Thorns raised a brow at her.
''Well it's just that, you see, um, it's... I guess it's just that I find it sort of... people, they treat it...'' Weedy's words grew fainter with each half-formed sentence, trying to find a way to express her flusterment.
An attempt foiled as Thorns posed an offer. ''Do you... want to try it?''
Instantly all rational thought ceased and Weedy froze, her mind taken by his question. Until she looked into those curious eyes that vividly reminded her of amber, so entrancing it soothed her pounding heart and eased her fretful worries.
Lips pursed, she gulped, then whispered out a response. ''Sure.''
Thorns hummed softly at that and shuffled closer, his thigh touching hers. His left hand came up to caress her cheek once more, his mere touch making Weedy feel all sorts of things she wasn't used to feeling, her eyes closing as she tipped her head back, tense but eager... and her anticipation was rewarded as Thorns's slim lips connected with hers.
It was a bit awkward. His lack of experience matched her own and perhaps because of that it didn't feel so wonderfully magical as she'd read in novels, but there was a certain excitement that coursed through her being regardless. Thus when Thorns pulled back she found the strength to grab his shoulders and pull him back in, her lips mashing against his a clumsily but with evident want – and Weedy whined softly as Thorns deepened the kiss, his hand shifting from her cheek to her nape and pulling her more into it.
The need to breathe coaxed Weedy back from it, panting as she opened her eyes once more. His closeness made her breath catch in her throat but she didn't look away this time, hypnotised by his eyes. When he tugged her in then she didn't resist; eyes fluttering shut once more as they kissed, a small moan escaping the back of her throat as she enjoyed the intimate lip-lock. When they drew apart it was just a brief moment before they smooched once more, each kiss more passionate than the one before it.
''Mm...'' Going with the flow Weedy laid her hand on his chest, twisting her body more to face him and letting her hand tuck under his jacket, nudging it off one arm.
Thorns took that as a hint to remove his jacket entirely; shrugging it off. The black shirt he wore underneath was loose but when she pressed her palms against it she could feel the muscle beneath, reminding her vividly of when he hugged her into his chest. The firmness of his muscle, the contours of his pectorals, all of it just made Weedy feel hot and bothered. Which perhaps contributed to her slipping her hands under the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, meeting little resistance in the process.
The moment his black shirt was tossed to the floor Weedy found herself bewitched by his shirtless state; wide eyes tracing his slim but fit frame, his pectorals defined and his stomach built with a slight six-pack. Unconsciously Weedy ran her hands over it, shivering as she traced his muscles and feeling quite needy all of a sudden, a ticklish warmth ignited within her. Arousal.
A sensation Thorns shared, grasping the zipper of her dress. ''It's not fair if I'm the only one half-naked, right?''
Weedy hesitated, embarrassment a familiar feeling by now as it crawled up her throat, but with a gulp she pushed it back down. ''R-Right. Of course.''
Thorns just hummed, pinching the zipper of her dress and peeling it down, the low buzz sounding so much louder in the quiet. Her dress parted slightly as it came down until soon it spilled open all the way, her undergarments bared – just a plain white bra covering her chest and a matching pair of panties hugging her hips. Nothing terribly fancy, and for once Weedy lamented not taking Swire's advice about being more 'well-dressed for every occasion'.
Mercifully Thorns didn't seem to mind her plain choice of underwear. Instead he ran his right hand up her side, passing her ribs and cupping her left breast through her bra, his touch surprisingly gentle – not that it quashed her embarrassment much. However she was in too deep now to back out, not that she even wanted to, and so Weedy cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss – mewling into Thorns's mouth when he kneaded her medium-sized chest more.
A squeak though escaped her when he slipped his hands up under her bra, pushing it up and cupping her breasts for real this time. Yet she couldn't hold back her moan when he fondled them; his fingers dexterous as he kneaded her boobs, lifting them a little as he groped her and tracing circles around her nipples, sending sensitive little jolts through her chest. She drew back from a kiss but Thorns was more passionate, reclaiming her lips a second later and devouring her budding moan, her brow scrunching as she felt herself steadily succumb to the pleasure.
''N-Nn... Thorns...'' Weedy breathed out, breaking off the kiss. ''Are you sure you've never done this before...?''
''No.'' The dark-skinned youth answered simply, wiping his chin dry. ''...why?''
''You're good.'' Was all Weedy said; rendered demure by her admission.
Though his expression didn't change the light, pleased hum he made told of his feelings well enough. His hands released her breasts then and before Weedy could long for them he grabbed her sides and slowly turned her onto her side, and then her back, her embarrassment resurfacing as Thorns got on top of her. The position made the heat in her loins grow so much stronger, shy need aching within her, and when she shifted her thighs she realised she was soaking down there, her panties clinging to her sex.
He'd gotten her so wet just by kissing her and groping her a little. She wasn't sure whether to be impressed, or mortified at how easily he turned her into putty.
Any such thoughts were pushed from her mind though as Thorns shed his pants; pushing them down to his knees, his boxers soon following. Her gaze glued itself to his shaft as it sprung out, not particularly thick but undeniably lengthy, the sight of his cock making her quiver in anticipation. Some part of her mind protested that they were going too fast, that they'd skipped the whole 'dating' part of a relationship and gone straight to the sex part... but honestly? She didn't care. She wanted this just as badly as he clearly did. Even if neither had brought any condoms.
''...if you want to back out, now is the time to say.'' Thorns mused then, caressing her hip – fingers toying with the waistband of her panties. ''Can't go back from here.''
''J-Just get on with it already.'' Weedy shot back, before demurely adding; ''And... be gentle.''
Once more she was treated to one of Thorns's small, precious smiles that got her heart thundering in her chest. His fingers curled under the waistband of her underwear, brushing against her hips before slowly peeling them down her thighs and then up her legs as she raised them, her limbs splaying apart the moment her panties were out of the way. It took considerable effort on her part to not cover her crotch, not out of any sort of shame but instinctual embarrassment, but Thorns paid her embarrassment no mind. She was glad for that.
Instead the handsome young man shifted on top of her. Weedy let out a little gasp as she felt his cock brush against her thigh then touch her sex; tempting her hand down to his shaft, her fingers gently curling around it – slow, curious pumps making the dark-skinned youth groan. Just hearing Thorns make such a sound left her head feeling light and she jerked him off more, tugging his dick towards her as he leaned over her, until eventually he brushed her arm back with a hand.
The moment his dick was free he guided his dick down, the tip grazing her opening, teasing her breath out of her-
And then Weedy gasped it out as he sunk inside. He penetrated her slowly but the feeling of having something inside her bigger than her fingers was a novel one, a shiver lancing up her spine and a moan soon pushing itself out of her throat. She felt a brief spike of discomfort as he went deeper but beyond that she felt only pleasure, the ache in her groin becoming a pleasant one as he eased himself in more and more – stopping only when he was mostly within her pussy.
''Hnf...'' Thorns grunted, hands on either side of her. ''...this sensation... mn...''
Even without words the shudder that roiled through his slim frame told of his pleasure, encouraging Weedy to thread her hands around his nape and pull him down – her lips connecting with his in a truly romantic kiss. He pushed into it just as much as he pushed inside of her body, his cock sinking deeper into her formerly-virgin depths, sending electric jolts through her thighs and coaxing them further apart, a small arch forming in her lower back as she accepted his length.
Until with a groan Thorns pulled back out, his tip nearly escaping her when he sunk right back in. His thrusts were slow but just feeling him plunge into her needy pussy made Weedy dizzy with pleasure, her nails grazing his nape as she held on tighter, refusing to let him prop himself up fully and forcing his body to stay close to hers. Thorns complied with her unspoken wish and kept close; his stomach touching hers more often than not as he pushed down against her, squishing Weedy into his bed as his cock pumped into her womanhood.
''Mmph... mn~'' Moaning into his mouth Weedy broke off the kiss first, head lolled to one side. ''A-Ah... yes, just like that, it feels, mn, g-good... really good...''
''Your insides feel wonderful as well.'' Thorns murmured, his analytical tone somewhat ruined by his breathy voice. ''It feels as if though I could stay like this for hours, just enjoying you.''
Weedy had no comeback to that, settling for a wordless whimper as she pulled him back into a kiss. Thorns was all too willing to oblige, both of them groaning as he continued thrusting into her, every roll of his hips leaving Weedy feeling so full it drove her crazy, her thighs pressing up against his hips and her ankles almost wrapping around his ass – but she resisted, breaking off the kiss as well.
''Remember to pull out.'' Weedy breathed against his lips. ''I don't want to get p-pregnant, got it?''
''Got it.'' She had a feeling if his hands weren't occupied, he'd have saluted in response.
His right hand in particular became a lot busier as it shifted from the bed to her breast; groping her left tit and kneading a moan from her lips. Lips once more claimed in a kiss, this one a touch rougher than those before it – his thrusts too picking up speed, pumping into her quivering sex. Weedy just whined back, not complaining as she opened her legs wide, resisting the urge to close her legs around him. If anything that just encouraged him to fuck her faster, his left arm snaking under the small of her back and pulling her closer, his body pressing into hers as he entered her constantly.
The tempo was non-stop; no delays or breaks and steadily overwhelming Weedy's mind, her loins tensing as he scraped all the right spots with his lengthy dick. If she focused she could feel his tip kissing her innermost parts, her tightening insides only serving to make every thrust feel so much better, forming an endless cycle of friction and heat that made its way to her head. Her toes curled and her nails dug into his skin, pulling him on top of her, her insides aching as he hammered her well and true, his pace spiking to an unrelenting speed that made the bed squeak-!
''Mmn- AH!''
When Weedy came. Euphoria exploded within her and washed through her in a heartbeat, her whole body seeming to spasm and lock up, her loins tightening around his cock – and with a sharp grunt Thorns broke out of her hold and pulled out. Not a second too soon as a thick shot of white arced up her groin and reached her stomach, his hand gliding along his gleaming cock and spurting numerous more cum shots onto her stomach; a flinch echoing through her body each time as his seed impacted over where her womb was.
Eventually his cum shots ceased and her own orgasm quivered to a close, though the aftershocks remained; trembling through her slender body and making Weedy purse her lips together, whimpering through them as she came down from her high. With some effort the Operator managed to push herself up onto her elbows, looking down her front and staring at the cum on her groin.
''You made... a mess...'' Weedy half-heartedly complained, shuffling over to the edge of his bed. ''Do you have any tissues?''
''In the top drawer of my desk.'' Thorns murmured back, still winded.
Mumbling a thanks Weedy shifted off of the bed and stumbled over to his desk, popping open said top drawer and yanking out some tissues, reaching under herself to wipe away the cum on her belly. In the process though she presented her small but shapely butt towards Thorns; the young man staring at her rump intently for several seconds, his dick twitching back to full hardness at the sight.
''Hm? What are you- eep!'' Weedy squeaked as Thorns was suddenly behind her, his dick between her cheeks. ''H-Hey, we just finished, let me have a break- nn- ah~!''
Weedy's words swiftly devolved into a girlish cry as Thorns guided his swollen tip between her folds; groaning in her ear as he penetrated her once more. The sound coupled with the breath on her neck made Weedy's knees weak, a feebler moan tumbling out of the female Operator as her male companion began to thrust into her; groin slapping against her ass as he quickly fell into a more passionate rhythm, not needing to be gentle after their last round together.
Releasing a whimpering moan Weedy clutched onto his desk for support, her elbows soon touching it too as she bent over his desk, peering back over her shoulder at Thorns as he plunged into her. His hands settled on her sides just above her hips, pulling her ass back towards him as he buried himself within her drooling tunnel and soon leaned over her, letting his hot breath wash over her nape. He did it entirely unintentionally, even as if tapped into Weedy's hitherto-unknown kink.
''T-Thorns~'' Weedy whined, clutched at his desk. ''Can we at least move to the bed?''
Thorns's thrusts slowed, and with a grunt he complied, pulling out. Weedy's knees quaked but she didn't hesitate to stumble over to his bed, climbing aboard and getting on all fours – and less than a few seconds later he was back inside of her, fucking a moan out of the Ægir as he pounded her from behind; his prior gentle pace entirely foregone in favour of a more passionate, ass-clapping pace.
''You're tightening up.'' Thorns grunted right into her ear. ''Is your neck sensitive?''
''Mnph, p-please tell me it's not obvious...?''
Rather than answer that Thorns just kissed her neck – miniature jolts of electricity shocking her nerves and pushing Weedy just shy of cloud nine. The way her insides tightened around him made Thorns groan though; his hands on the wall in front of her as he kept thrusting, pushing her up against the wall too and incidentally making her boobs squish into the glass of his window, on display for anyone lucky enough to see.
Small mercies the window faced out into the middle of nowhere. The pressure on her chest though was oddly pleasant, coaxing a moan from Weedy – and one that was soon muffled as Thorns tilted her head to the side, allowing his lips to mash with hers. The passionate kiss tuned her mind into putty and it was all Weedy could do to just keep kneeling there, taking her lover's dick and enjoying every second of it.
''M-Mm~! Thorns~!'' Weedy cried, her sensitive insides tightening around his plunging cock, a quake building in her loins, her orgasm nearing once more. ''I'm almost there, don't stop now, please d-don't... nnah...!''
His groin clapped her ass, every impact shoving her towards the wall before she pushed herself back onto his cock, chasing the blissful high coursing up through her body, her peak arriving-
''Weedy-!''
And then Thorns slammed inside of her and came. The sudden infusion of warmth knocked Weedy over the edge, her mind purged of all rational thought as she had the hardest orgasm of her whole life, his semen gushing inside of her as he pressed himself against her ass; trapping her between the window and him. The feeling of being pressed into such a tiny space was the icing to her orgasm, her tail standing on end as she rode out her high, her mind utterly mush.
It was only when Thorns groaned huskily into her nape that Weedy stirred from her orgasmic daze, her flushed cheeks darkening as she realised his closeness – and a whimper escaped her as he pulled out, backing off. The sudden absence of cock in her was emphasised as she felt his seed began to drool out of her insides, reminding her of the fact they'd done it bareback.
''...I told you not to cum inside...'' Weedy breathed out – her complain half-hearted at best.
Not least because of how amazing it had felt.
''Sorry.'' Thorns apologised – and he sounded like he was too, his stoic expression melting into a rare sad frown. ''I... don't know what came over me.''
Weedy let him stew in silence for only a couple of seconds before she sighed, shuffling over on her knees and pulling her dork of a boyfriend into a hug. ''It's okay. It... felt really good, anyway.''
''Mm.'' He agreed, his own arms around her. ''What now?''
''Honestly? I'd rather lay down for a bit.''
''Agreed.''
With a little coaxing on his part Weedy joined Thorns in bed, cheeks aflame as she laid nude next to him.
Exhaustion though eventually caught up to her, and when the light was flicked off, sleep claimed her in a matter of minutes.
X-x-X
Weedy awoke to the hiss of a shower running.
Blinking the Ægir stared at the ceiling overhead for a few moments, the plain grey a familiar staple at Rhodes Island. It wasn't until she shifted slightly that she realised she wasn't in her own room, but in Thorns's – the absence of mechanical parts only confirming it. As did his desk, the papers on it in disarray and some pencils on the floor... and it was with considerable embarrassment that Weedy realised it was likely made such after Thorns had fucked her over it.
The reminder of last night's activities only fuelled her embarrassment, her cheeks burning red as she pulled the thin bed covers over her breasts, hiding herself mostly beneath the quilt. She peeked under the sheets, inspecting herself but was relieved to find no bruises or anything after their romp – she'd hate to think of what others might guess happened, and she didn't want to have to admit they'd had sex; she didn't want to deal with questions so soon. Not that she was ashamed of Thorns being her partner, of course, but the idea of having to endure teasing scrutiny from her female friends over her new lover just made her face burn with embarrassment.
Just remembering their first time though made her heart palpitate in her chest, embarrassment mixing with happiness and a bit of weird, excited delight. How he'd touched her, how good it had felt when he finally slid into her, how his hands held her cheek or his breath tickled her nape – and gods, having him push her against the window, the risk of someone seeing her nude self – unlikely as such a thing was – made her dizzy with excitement. She never knew sex could be so... thrilling.
Mercifully her thoughts were interrupted as the shower clicked off, and less than half a minute later Thorns exited the adjoined bathroom – coming out only in a white towel that was wound around his hips, leaving his attractive chest completely bare; his hands busy drying his hair with a second, smaller towel.
''Ah. You're up.'' Thorns noted lightly. ''Did you sleep well?''
''Huh? Oh, yes, I did.'' Weedy finally answered; managing to stop staring. Barely. ''What time is it?''
''Just past seven. We still have fifty-plus minutes until we're due at the bioengineering department.'' Thorns answered. ''You can go in the shower next, if you want.''
''I think I will. And probably take a second shower when I get back to my room.'' Weedy murmured the latter part, sniffing herself. She smelled of sweat. ''Ugh...''
Thorns just hummed and approached her, earning her curious gaze – and Weedy squeaked when he pulled the towel down away from her chest, his left hand coming up to cup her right breast, gently groping her.
''T-Thorns?''
''Hm? Is this not what couples do?''
''T-Time and place! We've got to get ready for work!''
''Ah.'' He blinked. ''Good point.''
''Geez...'' Weedy sighed, fighting back a blush as she rubbed her groped tit. ''Don't just grope me so suddenly...''
Thorns was about to say something – when knocking came from the front door.
Squeaking Weedy pulled the sheet back over her chest and soon tucked herself under it entirely, leaving a frowning Thorns to meander up to the front door – a press of the button opening it.
Revealing Elysium on the other side. ''Hey Thorns, my man! How are things?''
''Fine?'' Thorns quirked a brow, then narrowed his eyes. ''What brings you here so early?''
''Yeesh, what's with the look? I'm just passing through, that's all. Weedy was looking for you last night, have you talked with her?'' Elysium remarked...
...before looking at the dress left on the floor of Thorns's room. ''Though given her clothes are all over the place, I'd say so.''
Thorns stared for a long second.
Before reaching over to his left and pulling out his sword. ''I'm giving you a five minute head start.''
''Aha, very funny-''
''That hat will be the first pat I cut to ribbons.''
''...alright, running now.''
Under the bed covers, Weedy could only sigh.
What kind of a dork did she just get herself tangled with?
Her dork, a small part of her mind whispered, bringing a smile to her face.
[END]