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You yawned softly burying your head further into the warm chest of your husband. You felt his chest vibrate as he purred. You looked up through glossy eyes and smiled softly, starting to play with the light dust of Techno's chest hair.
He sucked in a breath, his pink-tinted skin becoming darker. Then he growled, flipping you over and burying his nose into your neck. You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck, "what are you doing?" He shuttered, "you smell different." You loosen your grip on his neck and trace your hands down his back, "what do you mean?"
He tilted his head, "you smell more mellow." You yawned, "maybe because I'm relaxed." "When you're relaxed you smell like lavender and chamomile," he nipped your throat, "I haven't smelt something like this in a while." "Oh, what does it smell like?" "It smells like when my mother was pregnant with Will."
Your heart flutters, "really?" He looked up at you, searching your eyes, before slowly nodding. You suddenly felt sick, quickly picking up on this Techno rolled off the bed and brought the trash can to you.
He held your hair and slowly rubbed your back in soothing circles. "My love," he muttered, "do you want kids?" Your heart fluttered, it's not like you hadn't thought about it before. You had seen him with some of the village children, and all of them were smitten with him.
You glanced at him, and saw his face dark and closed off. Seeing what you had done you reached out a hand so he looked at him, "if it's with you, then yes." He smiled softly then smiled, leaning down and kissing you.
"Speaking of important things we need to discuss," you watch as Techno cuddles against your chest, lightly running a hand over your stomach. "The letter you got," you mutter, "it was from your adopted brother, right?" Techno tensed, he glanced up before nodding softly. "You've been ignoring what he said, and whatever he said has you stressed."
He sighed lifting himself and looking down at you, "you could tell?" You snorted, "it's my job to tell when something is not right with my husband, thank you very much." He chuckled and kissed your sternum, "I should've known."
You played with his hair, "so what did he want?" Techno huffed, "seems him and Will decided to hold an election and then lost and are having a fit about it." "Is that it?" "They want me to go and help with their rebellion when in reality they can't take defeat."
You smile and hum, "sounds like they learned it from someone." He grumbled, "yea, Phil." You sighed, "you have more influence on people than you think, and what are they going to do without you." He snorted, "suck up their pride." You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, "you might as well go, you're not much help here anyway."
He mumbled some things under his breath before moving directly on top of you, "but before I do, I'm going to make you beg for mercy." You took a deep breath before he leaned down to take the same air away from you.
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You grumbled, glaring at the shirtless person in the mirror. He was changing into some of his older prettier clothes. "Liking the view?" He smirked. "If I could stand I'd beat the living soul outta you." He stretched causing his scratched back muscles to flex and bulge. You hummed happily, the red nail marks stretching his tattooed back made you smile.
His back tattoo was a tribute to the people important to him. A beautiful sword with serrated edges went down his spine, crow wings and black roses went from his shoulder blades to his upper arm. A cat and a raccoon on either side of the sword, the tail going just under the wings. And one fairly new one was an owl that looked like it was flying towards the sword, and on the other side, it was empty.
Your heart fluttered, "what will the baby's animal be?" He smiled pulling a shift over his head, "I'll have to meet them before anything like that." You smile as he walks over, "I'll head out, I need to get to the border before it gets dark."
You lean up and kiss him, "be careful." "I always am," he replies, and like that he's gone.