Since you said your first 'I love you's', the floodgates have opened. You haven't gone all the way yet, but you can't stay out of each other's pants. Frankly, you're down for it. Grillby is the best partner you've ever been with. He's attentive, considerate, gentle, but passionate. He made you feel warm inside and out and not just physically. You were starting to feel this distracting tingle in your chest whenever he was around. It felt like it was your soul, maybe. But you don't know much about that.
Either way, "work" has been a little difficult to focus on recently. But you're trying.
There's been a skeevy man coming in every night now for the past month. He hasn't done anything wrong, so you can't do anything about him. But something about him makes your skin crawl. He sits in the corner and watches the women that come in like a predator.
Human women have been coming to Grillby's more often because of the rumors of it being safe, and the general lack of human men. You knew that would end some day, when men got wind of where the women went. You tried your best to make sure they played nice together. The way this skeevy dude looked at women was what you had a problem with.
So you watched him like a dog watching you eat dinner. And you saw when he slipped something in a girl's drink.
You were up in a second, taking the drink in hand and splashing it on his face.
"Get out," you say venomously. You pick him up by the collar and start pushing. He struggles in your grasp, and he's heavy so he manages to slip for a second.
He grabs a bottle from a nearby table and smashes it, slashing you with the jagged edged result. He slices your face before you grab his wrist and twist the bottle from his hand. You punch him in the gut and pick him up fireman style.
"Get on out of here you disgrace to humanity," you spit as you toss him out the door.
"The only thing that makes you human is that you bleed," he spits back as blood drips down your face. He glares at you, sitting on the sidewalk. You grab a monster candy from your pocket and pop it in your mouth in front of him, healing the cut he just gave you.
"Not for long," you grin like a cheshire cat, slinking proudly back inside.
You have a feeling this won't be the last of the skeevy men to come through. But you had monster magic on your side, and that made you feel BRAVE.
You apologized to the girl and offered to buy her a replacement drink, which Grillby refused to let you pay for due to the circumstances. With that done you sit back at the bar and turn your attention to your boyfriend.
Grillby made you a fruity cocktail to cheer you up because he knew you hated confrontations, even though you confronted people often. And he knew you liked sweets, especially fruit. You smiled at him as you sipped your drink, grateful for his forethought. He took your face in his hand and gently traced where the bottle bit you, like he was ensuring there was no residual hurt left over. You had to come up with something to pay him back for all he's done. Since the stabbing he hasn't let you out of his sight, so getting him a gift is going to be really hard.
First, you have to decide what kind of gift. Maybe you should hand make it? You were an amateur at art but something from the heart was always nice. Maybe you could paint him something. Maybe you could bake him something special? Or write him a poem? What would Grillby like? He struck you as a classically romantic kind of guy. Maybe a watch or a tie pin? You settled on that idea. That was something you could get online.
In the meantime, you sat with the dogs at the poker table for a change to lighten the mood and gave everyone a hearty pat. You were an honorary dog, so they dealt you in the next round.
The game went well at first, but then the betting got heavy and you couldn't resist the temptation to go all in.
Of course you lost.
With nothing left to bet, you were about to pull out for good until the dogs stopped you.
"How about you bet pet pats?" Doggo suggested. You thought about it for a moment.
"Hmm, I can do you one better. Do you know what scritches are?" You ask. Greater dog cocks his head and the nose nuzzling champions look confused.
"Like when you scratch behind your ears?" Doggo questioned.
"Sort of like that, but better. I will introduce the winner to scritch scratches," you nod.
The game continues, as does your losing streak. And Greater Dog collects.
You scratch him behind the ears and under his chin. His eyes close and you can hear him make a happy whine. This goes on for a full minute before you pull your hand away.
"Yip Yip Borf yip bark Ruff," Greater dog says with a decisive nod, and the others immediately start clambering for some scratches.
"Woah, hey! You gotta win first!" You grin at them.
Your night goes well after that.
Later that night Grillby was making dinner while you furiously researched heat resistant watches on the net. They were a pretty penny, around $350, but apparently firefighters needed to keep time too. It was a win-win for you as you quickly checked out a classically faced black watch with golden accents. Your mind wanders a bit due to the thought of Grillby in a fireman's outfit.
You managed to finish your purchase before Grillby was done, and you laughed evilly in your head. Sure, it was a chunk of your savings, but that's what boyfriends were for.
It was a quiet dinner, as it often is with Grillby. You enjoyed his company and felt no need to fill silences with chatter, which he didn't mind either. Grillby was a wonderful cook, and you think he liked to show off for you. It was always so fancy, and the cheater learned your tastes through your habits at the bar so everything was just amazing every time. You take a bite and hum around your fork. Flavors burst on your tongue and you closed your eyes. You sigh, perfect.
When you open your eyes Grillby is looking at you with a heated expression. The sight makes you flush. You've never been looked at like Grillby looks at you. He acts like you are a piece of art or a goddess or something. Sometimes it can really go to your head.
"Everything you cook is my favorite meal," you say sincerely, which causes Grillby to chuckle smokily.
"...You're my favorite meal…" he purrs, and you sputter. Flashes of him between your thighs plague you and you attempt to wave away the imagery. Your face must be purple at this point.
He's satisfied with how flustered you are and you can tell he's smiling.
The smooth bastard!
"Well, hopefully you save room for later," you wink at him, and he turns blue instead.
Success!
Bedroom time came, and you both completed your nightly routines. You weren't one for nightgowns, and Grillby seemed happy to let you sleep in your underwear and bra. So tonight, you picked out your laciest fanciest set. You were gunna knock his socks off.
You stepped out of the bathroom and Grillby's eyes were on you. He rumbled approvingly and gestured to the bed for you to join him. Once you sat he pulled you into his lap, his warm hands roaming over your body and bringing you heat where he touched.
He drew you into a kiss and you melted into him, the vibration from his groan of pleasure traveling down to your toes. Warmth spread through your chest, and you sat in awe of how a simple kiss from Grillby could make your toes curl.
His expression was similar, he gazed at you like you were the stars in the sky as he breathed heavily from your kiss.
You continue to kiss languidly, hands exploring each other with no rush to get anywhere. You were enjoying one another. You can feel each other's souls resonating through your chests, they're singing.
"What does that mean?" You ask Grillby between kisses.
"...we're perfect for each other," he kisses under your ear, his words traveling down your spine, thick with meaning. You shudder with pleasure and caress his face, leaning your forehead on his.
"I love you," you smile at him, and return to your kisses, tongue tangling with his. He answers with a fervor you know is trying to express how much he loves you too. His hand is in your hair and the other on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. He kisses you breathless. He gives you a butterfly kiss on each cheek and your lips before heading back on his journey toward your pelvis.
He bit your thighs and dived into your folds. Being eaten out by Grillby is an experience. He always treated you like you were a feast and he was starving. You asked him about it once, and he said it was his favorite thing to do for you. You guessed he wasn't lying when he said you were his favorite meal. He had you crying and begging within the first minute and knocked two orgasms out of you before you stopped him.
"I-I'm ready if you are, Grillby…to go further," you say with a red face. Grillby chuckles and kisses below your belly button.
"...Ok," he agreed, slipping off his boxers.
He held you in his arms again, starting back up with heavy petting. His hands traced your ribs, his lips ghosted your collarbone. He sucked marks on your neck as you used your nails to travel his spine. You earned a hiss and he captured your lips in his.
He used one hand to drag his cock over your wet folds and touched the head of your sex, sending a jolt through you. Then, he lined himself up and eased himself in until he was fully seated inside.
He returns his hand to you and you feel wrapped up completely in Grillby. He's all around you, and you find yourself enraptured.
His cock fills you completely, and you find yourself incredibly satisfied with the stretch and feeling. He presses all the right buttons without trying. He begins to move slowly, massaging your sopping wet pussy with practiced ease.
Grillby makes love to you, he cherishes you while he fucks you. You feel it in your soul. You hope he feels how much joy he brings you, how much pleasure, and how much you love him. It's slow, it's gentle, and you want to feel this way forever. He comforted every hurt on your soul that you ever felt, like a balm that healed you where you needed it most.
Your third orgasm is a slow build with a merciful crescendo, which Grillby rides out like a master wayfinder.
This was apparently the sign Grillby was looking for to pick up the pace. The bed begins to squeak as his hips cant forward faster and faster until his hips are snapping deeper.
You thought the gentle side of Grillby was sexy, but now that you were being pounded into the mattress by the fire elemental you had to come up with a new definition. His orange flames dripped like sweat as his hands encased your arms. He threw your legs over his shoulders and the new angle made you scream. You could hear your soul harmonizing with your moans and Grillby's answering back with his own. The magic between you felt electric as it passed through your nerves. You could feel yourself unraveling quickly.
"Ah, I'm close," you manage to bite out through bitten lips. Grillby nods and angles his hips. He's searching for your g spot and he finds it. Your moan shakes the foundation of the house as your legs quake and he thrusts into you just right. Your soul calls to him and you feel yourself come undone completely in his arms. Your fourth orgasm slams into you like a train and leaves you howling.
He follows directly after, filling you with hot cum that gushes around his cock and drips onto the bed.
He rolls off you, carefully withdrawing himself and you hold each other. Catching your breath is a nice peaceful moment afterward, just enjoying each other's presence and the residual chemical shenanigans that came with having sex.
You sadly untangle yourself from Grillby to deal with the girl problems of doing the deed, and grabbed a wet towel for you both. Once that was dealt with, Grillby turns to you.
"…Next time…I want to show you my soul," Grillby says with a light tilt to his voice. You stare at him curiously.
"You can do that? Show someone your soul? Can you see your own?" You ask, suddenly incredibly curious. You've only seen pictures of souls from the TV after the monsters emerged from the Underground. Grillby nods at you and chuckles. "I'd love to see your soul," you say earnestly. "Can you teach me how to show you mine?" Grillby smiles and nods again.
Pulling the covers over you, Grillby pulls you to his chest and snuggles you close. And it's like that that you fall into a comfortable sleep, free of any nightmares.