Elly glanced at the readout on the latest case her boss had given her and sighed. She was sitting just inside the East Wing entrance of the unassuming office building she ostensibly worked at, though her job was anything but normal.
"Hey! There you are." A tall man with red glasses and long, blond hair pulled back into a bun and wearing a lab coat over a red shirt and jeans waved to her from several feet away.
She smiled and held the sheet out to him as he walked up. "Didn't you pack, Hizashi?" Her hand patted the suitcase by her side. "I thought he told you at least that much."
"Nezu?" He snorted, his bright green eyes scanning the entirety of their new assignment. Once finished, he handed it back to her with a grin. "He only told me this would be sort of like a vacation. Not a word about where we're going or anything. I guess I see why now, though."
Elly stared at their orders for a moment and then folded them up into a small packet, placing them in her mouth. "I love that they use rice paper for these. Much easier to get rid of than the old ones." She munched reflectivity for a moment. "Well, if you don't have clothes packed -"
He grinned and turned around, revealing an awkward lump on his back. Once he shed his coat, she laughed softly and gave him a thumbs-up. "Yeah, yeah, I couldn't resist messin' with you! I'm good to go."
"Drop your coat off and let's be off, then. The company car's waiting."
They rode in the back of the car, playing the part of honeymooners rich enough - or just thrifty enough -- to afford being driven to their hotel. Once inside, Hizashi picked up their key card from the front desk under his name. The clerk looked a bit vacant as he handed it over, and repeated the button for the floor they were to enter in the elevator twice.
"I think this room draws people in," Elly murmured as they walked in. Hizashi nodded, scanning the panel for the heart button the clerk had wooden lying told them was there. Sure enough, a golden button was there all the way at the bottom they hadn't noticed before. He pressed it and they rode up in silence until a pleasant chime indicated the doors were opening.
The hallway was beautifully decorated in red, pink and gold, with roses in tall vases lining the way up to a single door at the end. Hizashi and Elly picked up their bags and slowly made their way to their room. The door was magnificent. Dark, carved wood depicting cherubim angels, more hearts and flowers twisted around the entire frame, which was lightly gilded to bring out the design. He took a deep breath and used the card in the slot while she recorded him with her phone.
"Ohhhh, Hizashi, look." Her voice was awed. "It's <i>amazing</i>."
He stepped inside and the door closed with an audible clicking sound. On the inside of the frame, there were twining rose vines that, as he watched with horror, twisted their way further out and delved into the walls on either side.
The significance was obvious: they were trapped. He was proven correct the moment he tried to find a doorknob - there was none -- or push against the solid wood. The thorns added an extra deterrent, as they were sharp when one tried to push or pull at them.
As he pondered how to tell his partner the news, he took a step back and slipped on a thick piece of what appeared to be parchment. It was sealed with a blob of wax stamped with - what else -- a heart. He frowned and picked it up, breaking the wax carefully with his thumb. There were a few sentences written on the thick paper, written in shining rose-gold ink in extravagant calligraphy.
<i>♡ Welcome to our extravagant Honeymoon Suite ♡
Two Lovers enter, yet none may leave unless the Compact has been fulfilled.
The Lover that reads this note must gift their Beloved their body with all of their heart, else this door will not open.</i>
Hizashi let out a strangled sound, and, as he continued to stare at the damning parchment, more writing fluidly appeared.
<i>Revealing the secret to opening the room will trap the Lovers forever, sealing them together until death do them part.</i>
He choked out loud.
"Oh, dear." Elly sighed, looking around at the windows, which showed the outside clearly but were immovable. "Pocket dimension. We're trapped until we find the way out."
"I, uh, kinda know the way out," Hizashi mumbled. The paper he held was now blank, the writing disappeared, yet he kept staring at it in shock. "There's something the room wants us to do, but I can't tell you what it is."
"Ughhh. Well, hell, I guess it'll happen whenever. I won't push you. At least it's nice here. Not like..." Elly grew silent as she remembered what had happened to another researcher. "Oh, dear. Poor Robert."
Hizashi shuddered. "SCP-3001? Oh, no, Ches, don't think about that. This definitely isn't that." He hurried over and laid a comforting arm across her shoulders. He used the nickname he had given her upon learning her nature a long time ago, and his closeness combined with the gesture helped her snap out of the horrible recollections.
Elly grinned weakly at him. "Thanks. Well it does look like this one wants us alive." She crossed the room to the kitchen with him following, and opened the fridge. "Yep. There's quite a lot of food. This sheet they had stuck on a magnet says we can order in, too. We'll have to try everything and record it, so... you want to cook or order?"
"Huh?" He peered blankly into the fridge.
Elly pointed at the clock above the door, then her stomach. "It's lunchtime. I'm hungry."
"Oh. Uh. Let's order. I'd like to see how that's managed."
They cataloged their surroundings carefully, and how the food arrived as well. Though mysterious, lunch was delicious and at dinner, they found out they could literally order anything they wanted. Nothing seemed to be actively trying to injure them and they eventually deemed the space benevolent, though they were still cautious.
And then nighttime rolled around.
Elly had been getting sleepy for an hour, yawning and shaking herself as she tried to stay awake on the couch while they watched television together.
"Hey. Hey, watch out, babe, yer falling asleep." He gently stroked her arm, maintaining light contact as he had been all night. So far she hadn't reacted quite as he'd hoped, but if he strung his flirting together correctly, he hoped he might have some success.
"Fnnf. Yer slurring your words, just as tired as me."
Hizashi chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. Okay. But, uh. Where are we going to..?"
"It's a honeymoon suite, Zashi." She stood and stretched, grimacing with pleasure as her joints crackled. "The bed's huge. We'll both fit. Hell, two of each of us could fit and we'd still have room."
His face burst into a riot of color at the idea of sleeping in the same bed as her. "Uh... uh, you sure, yo? I mean, I snore sometimes." Elly raised her eyebrows at him with such a dry look he laughed despite himself. "Okay, alright! I give. We share."
"Thank you."
He got ready in the bathroom as quickly as he could, dressing in a full set of pajamas instead of shorts like usual. It felt strange, but what was weirder was seeing his friend walk out in a t-shirt and soft sweatpants knowing she didn't have a bra on. He shivered and scolded himself for his impure thoughts.
He <i>really</i> didn't want to ruin their friendship.
Hizashi tossed and turned, breathing heavily in his distress as he fought down a severe panic attack. He'd heard of these types of situations happening before to field agents, but never expected to experience it himself!
<i>At least it's... her.</i>
He had stopped kidding himself a long time ago; they were close, but not in the way he wanted. In short, he was in love with Elly - had been for years -- but also knew she was out of his reach. He was almost always smiling, his upbeat attitude he found a must for their highly stressful job. Others considered him goofy because of this, or went so far as to think he was stupid. His tendency to blurt out phrases in English irritated many people as well (though he thought this also proved his intelligence, in all honestly). Although Elly had never called him out on anything, he wondered if he annoyed her sometimes. She was, after all, a true SCP. He was part human while she was not, and he worried that she was limiting herself by sticking with him instead of chatting up the other beings within the Foundation.
Elly could do what she wanted, though. It wasn't like the Foundation could stop her. So the fact that she stayed with him must mean she really liked him.
<i>Was</i> it good that she was his partner in this case? If it had been anyone else, he could just get it over with whenever they were finished cataloging the items and experiences here. Because it was her, he was panicking about losing her forever.
Elly whimpered in her sleep, rolling towards him, and he instinctively reached out to touch her bare shoulder. She murmured happily and the bed creaked as she cuddled close. He lay there, heart beating rapidly in his chest, as she burrowed into his arms and snuggled her head just under his chin. She herself had said the bed was "huge", but here she was, intentionally seeking out his warmth. She smelled like sweet lavender and vanilla, a calming scent that both soothed and aroused him.
Maybe this was possible.
Swallowing hard, he wrapped an arm around her and forced his body to relax.
He must have slept, because the next thing he knew he heard a yawn and a light gasp.
"Good morning." He smiled up at Elly, who seemed to be stuck, frozen on her side with wide, purple eyes staring into his.
"G - good morning."
He yawned. "Nmm. Now you made me do it."
She smiled at him, some of the tension draining out of her. "We're gonna be stuck in a loop if you yawn that loud!"
Hizashi yawned again and stretched, making sure to flex his upper body just the faintest bit. His pajama top pulled up, exposing his lower belly and the faint golden dusting of hair that ran down into his pants. The stretch felt good and had the added effect of flustering his partner even further. She muttered something about breakfast and promptly rolled off onto the floor with an ungainly thud.
"Ouch!"
"I thought cats landed on their feet!"
"For your information, my changes are absolute. I'm just a derpy human right now." She stumbled off rubbing her left knee.
"I'm gonna get changed for some exercise," he called out. "You still do yoga in the morning?"
She yelled back something in an amiable tone, so he nodded and dug around in the dresser he had ascertained was full of clothes for him. As soon as he'd filled it the other day with the clothing he'd brought, it had generated more in various styles. He pulled out a black tank top and a pair of exercise pants in a thin, stretchy material.
After a quick styling of his hair which involved brushing it out and tying it back in a simple ponytail, he tried the clothes on. The tank was a perfect fit and the pants went on and were fairly comfortable, but he quickly saw they were designed to snugly showcase his rear and crotch. He shook his head, face flaming, and rushed out to get a different pair.
Unfortunately Elly had re-entered the bedroom and was rifling through <i>her</i> dresser at that very moment. She turned around as if to say something but her cheeks slowly started to burn as well. They stood there staring at each other awkwardly, her bent over with some shirts over her arm and him crossing his legs in the doorway leading to the bathroom in an attempt to hide himself.
"Sorry!" He gasped finally. "The room - these were there an' I tried them on but they're a little tight. Toss me the white ones from the pile on the left?"
"These?"
"Yeah! I brought those. Those're mine. They fit." He snatched them out of the air and ran back into the bathroom to change again. They met in the living room and settled down on two plush mats to stretch.
It was one thing to wear revealing clothes that left little to the imagination, and another to reveal tantalizing glimpses of the plumpness between his legs or his taut abdomen. He placed his palms together and bent one leg all the way up, breathing slowly. He did this for a few minutes and then switched legs, casting a quick glance to see how this might be affecting Elly.
She was in the same position, stretching carefully, but her eyes were on him. As he watched, she jerked her gaze away, a darker blush burning her cheeks than warranted the light exercises. Unless he was reading too much into things, she was at least interested.
He knew <i>he</i> was definitely more than interested. It was difficult controlling his reactions while watching her pull and flex, her breasts and belly flattening as she moved, but he thought he managed admirably. His desire ended up lending a hand, however, by enabling him to be a little bolder and test their boundaries.
"I need a shower," he sighed wistfully, removing his tank top. "Was hoping yoga wouldn't make me sweat so much, but the sunlight was warm, I guess."
"Yeah..."
This time she couldn't tear her gaze away, and he leaned closer. "Hey, what d'ya think about sitting in the hot tub after we clean up? We can order champagne and stuff. I mean... we should really test everything out, right?"
She pursed her lips. "Well, we do need to eat. And why not? It looks very ...inviting." Her eyes slid to his midsection again, lingering a little more. "I'll rinse off first, okay? My hair's shorter."
He nodded. "I'll order and get it set up."
Elly disappeared into the bathroom to shower and change, this time into a bikini. When she got out of the stall, she heard him exclaiming that there was a smaller bathroom in an alcove by the hot tub.
"Really? That's neat."
"Yeah, so I'm already ready!"
"Did you pick what we're gonna get for breakfast... or brunch, or whatever?" She towelled off her hair and ran a hand through it.
"You hungry, babe?"
"Kind of."
"I'm feeling kinda snacky myself."
Smiling to herself at his antics, she pushed the door open to see what he was going on about. Elly froze, her heart hammering wildly in her chest at the sight of him laying carelessly on the bed.
Hizashi was wearing nothing but his swim trunks. He had taken his red glasses off and laid them aside on the nightstand. His long hair was damp, mostly dry on the ends but not at the top. It cascaded across the sheets like liquid gold, spread out behind him. He curled his tongue suggestively towards his upper lip and hooked his thumbs in the waistband. When she jumped, startled, the door creaked and he casually rolled his head toward the sound. When he saw she was watching, transfixed, he pulled the waist down just enough so she could see the trail of golden hair leading down into the confines of the suit. His green eyes held a promise in them, more than a hint of what he intended if she stuck around. Elly swallowed hard, gulping audibly in the stillness of the bedroom, and he grinned. It was a lazy, sensual smile, which grew as he inched the trunks down over his puff of public hair, and then lower, until he finally revealed his fully hard member. His erection was flat against his stomach in this position, the rest of him hidden by the swimsuit he still hadn't completely removed.
"Come get some," he hummed suggestively.
She came to him like someone possessed, her eyes dreamy and focused wholly on his as she climbed onto the bed. He spread his arms wide and caught her when she hurled herself at him for a kiss. Shivers ran up and down her spine at the insistent, yet tender touch of his mouth on hers. His mustache points were softer than she expected and even tickled lightly as the hair brushed her skin. Hizashi tucked her into his arms and rolled her underneath him, deepening the kiss the whole time until they were gasping, clutching desperately at each other in an attempt to somehow kiss more and more.
She broke the session by dipping below to kiss at his throat, and it was his turn to tremble. "Oh? Are you sensitive here?"
He groaned. "I - I dunno. For you? <i>Yes.</i> I think I might be sensitive everywhere."
"Shit, you're sexy. I mean, I knew you were, but you're way sexier than you have any right to be." Elly groaned and moved up to his ear, husking the few last words into the pink shell and licking the rim.
"Mmmnnn. You're making me squirm, baby. You know I've dreamed of this," he added, kissing her again while he untied her bikini top. "I wanted us to be more than friends for a looooooong time."
"Me, too," she admitted breathlessly. "I didn't think you'd want to because of my status, though."
"I'm an SCP, too! Besides..." Her top fell to the accompaniment of his whistling sigh of appreciation. "Ches, baby, I know who and what you are more than anyone. I love you no matter what."
She let out a happy cry and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Hizashi! I've loved you for so long!"
"Good," he whispered. "That makes this the best it can possibly be." He paused, kissing her on the nose and staring deeply, seriously, into her eyes. "Is there anything else we need to talk about?"
"One thing." She nodded. Agents underwent rigid testing and sterilization procedures, and they were both safe and consenting. But there was one thing she'd been wanting to do. "Do you... do you mind if I get more comfortable in my body?"
"I lit-er-al-ly," he punctuated each bit of the word with little nose kisses, "just told you I love you <i>no matter what.</i> I meant that. Go ahead."
She relaxed, closing her eyes as her human body altered slightly. Rounded ears gave way to furry, purple triangles and her canines grew sharper. The underside of her nose darkened to a lavender color with more sensory pits and she wriggled around as a long, furry tail burst free from just above the base of her spine. The fur was striped with alternating dark and light purples, split at the tip with two dabs of white on the ends.
Hizashi promptly kissed her even harder, heedless of the sharp points of her teeth. "Still love you."
Elly purred lowly, rubbing her cheek on his. "This has to be a dream."
"Ha! Says the fantasy feline. Could a dream do <i>this</i>?" He bent and bit her on the neck.
"<i>Hizashi</i>!"
"Is - is that okay?" He jerked back so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. "I read that lady cats get marked by their -"
"<i>Yes yes yes!</i> Don't stop!"
"Oh. Good." His relieved grin, combined with the flush on the bridge of his nose and cheeks, gave him an otherworldly handsomeness. She whimpered and tugged on his head, begging for more contact. Hizashi licked his lips, eyeing the light bruise on her neck. "How far do I go? Just a nice, juicy mark so others will see it and be embarrassed?"
She laughed, nodding. "Just a little more. It reassures me and feels amazing."
He nibbled and sucked until the skin was much darker, then slowly moved down.
"It's been so long," she sobbed as he caressed her breasts and kissed the hollow between them. "And never with someone that accepted me. I - I don't know wh - what to -"
"Hey, relax." Hizashi immediately stopped what he was doing to prop himself up and set his forehead on hers. "Babe. It's me. You do what you want, when you want. And if you don't want anything, you just let me know, too. It's okay." He stroked the side of her face, cupping it in his hand. "Keep talking to me. D'ya like when I touch you here?"
She hissed eagerly when his hand dropped to trace delicate patterns around her right breast, spiraling closer to the nipple on each pass. "Yes!"
"I love your reactions," he moaned. "You make me feel like I'm better'n I am!" Just when his fingers were about to touch the firm nub he stopped and she positively writhed under him, calling his name. He bent smoothly and caught it in his mouth, lapping with his tongue. This went on until she began whimpering, her hands clutching his naked rear and squeezing.
"Want to touch you, Zashi, please."
"Oh, y - yeah. Should I sit up, or uh. Oh. <i>Oh my god.</i>" As soon as he lifted himself into a position where she could reach his front he was assaulted. Her hands splayed greedily on his skin and she sat up, kissing and licking his chest and lightly defined abdomen. When she wrapped her fingers around him to tug and tease, he whined loudly and threw his head back. "You know exactly how to work my cock," he huffed, exhaling with pleased surprise and a certain kind of awe. "You... yes, I'm so wet, love. Use it. Oh, sh - shit!" His hips twitched and he was forced to back away.
"Too much?"
"Too good," he choked. His head dropped, hair falling down to cascade over his shoulders and hide his face temporarily. "I've got to get a hair tie and calm myself a bit. Be right back."
Elly purred happily to herself and she rolled over on her belly, tail twitching, while she stretched. She heard the water running in the bathroom and Hizashi muttering to himself as he searched for a hair accessory.
"Got it!" He announced triumphantly.
She rolled back over to find he had not just shoved it back in a ponytail but had taken the time to do it up in a bun. "Ohhh. So handsome."
"You said that once, a long time ago. I never forgot." He crept back on the mattress and they sank down together. "You want Zashi to nibble on your neck a little more? Need some more revving up?"
Her ears lay crazily on either side of her head. "That's hot, and I've got no clue why."
"Mmm?"
"You referring to yourself in third person."
"Ohhh? You like that?" He nibbled for awhile and then rose up to whisper in her mouth right before a kiss. "Did Zashi make you wet again, baby? You want?"
"Want," she sighed, grabbing at his hips. "Make love to me. Please."
He buried his face in the pillow beside her for a second, stifling a loud whine. "O - okay. Hold me, Ches. I'm going to slip it to you."
Her fingers dug into his skin as he thrust. For a long, trembling moment neither spoke, they just felt as his member entered her body. When he bottomed out, however, she inhaled sharply and he let out a shrill cry. Hizashi had to fight hard with himself to keep a gentle, even pace, but it was worth it. With every stroke she moaned, meeting his hips with her own until they were moving as one, grinding on one another to try and deepen their connection further. At some point her tail slipped free from where it had been pinned and lashed back and forth, tickling his nether region as he thrust. His reaction was comedic, though she thought it was adorable at the time as well. Hizashi bit his lower lip, his eyes popping open and his mustache wriggling as he started to sweat in earnest. His speed faltered, and a little, hiccuping cry burst out of him despite his trying to hold it in. Elly raised her eyebrows and deliberately swished him again, and that was all it took.
He came hard, crying out "Ah, ah, <i>ahhh</i>!" over and over again with sweat dripping from his neck, his brow pinched tight and his thighs trembling. His burst of renewed speed combined with his over the top exclamations of pleasure set her off on her own orgasm. Her body, which had been vibrating with electric tension from the repeated friction, burst free some few seconds after him. They shook and kissed each other, coming down slowly from their respective highs.
"Amazing," he wheezed when he could talk. Some of the hair had come free of his bun and she smiled and tucked it behind his ears.
"Yeah."
"Fuck, I love you." He disengaged from her with a grimace. "Oops. You want a tissue?"
She laughed and kissed him. "No, I have to pee."
"Oh. Okay." He rolled onto the pillow and watched her waddle off in a hurry with a huge grin. "Cute," he muttered to himself.
After a flush and some time spent washing up, she returned with a satisfied sigh. When she walked into the bedroom she saw Hizashi had put his glasses back on along with a shirt. He grinned up at her. "Better?"
"All kinds of better." She sat close to him and he cuddled her into his lap.
"Mmmn. This is the best. This was the most excellent assignment I've ever been on."
"Yeah," she giggled. "Being 'trapped' with you wasn't too bad."
He stiffened in surprise at the thought. "I almost forgot! The door should be open." He jumped up and pulled on some sweatpants before walking over to it and, sure enough, it swung easily out.
Elly slid on a robe before joining him to see. When she saw the door wide open she blinked, her feline features dissolving into human ones on instinct. She reached out for him, then snatched her hand back with a frown.
Hizashi caught her expression and grasped her hands in his. "What's wrong, Ches?"
"You meant everything, right? It - it wasn't just so we could escape?"
His jaw dropped. "Holy shit, no! I mean, yes! Yes, I love you! The writing said I had to make love to you with all my heart for it to work. I did. I do."
She sighed in relief.
"Still - pocket universe. Let's go back. We have all the recordings and stuff."
"Yeah, I'd feel safer going back when we can."
"Maybe, um." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe we could get some time off to do this right, instead of an assignment. A regular hotel and a nice dinner out, maybe a movie or show..."
Elly hugged him. "I'd like that."
"Really? That's neat."
"Yeah, so I'm already ready!"
"Did you pick what we're gonna get for breakfast... or brunch, or whatever?" She towelled off her hair and ran a hand through it.
"You hungry, babe?"
"Kind of."
"I'm feeling kinda snacky myself."
Smiling to herself at his antics, she pushed the door open to see what he was going on about. Elly froze, her heart hammering wildly in her chest at the sight of him laying carelessly on the bed.
Hizashi was wearing nothing but his swim trunks. He had taken his red glasses off and laid them aside on the nightstand. His long hair was damp, mostly dry on the ends but not at the top. It cascaded across the sheets like liquid gold, spread out behind him. He curled his tongue suggestively towards his upper lip and hooked his thumbs in the waistband. When she jumped, startled, the door creaked and he casually rolled his head toward the sound. When he saw she was watching, transfixed, he pulled the waist down just enough so she could see the trail of golden hair leading down into the confines of the suit. His green eyes held a promise in them, more than a hint of what he intended if she stuck around. Elly swallowed hard, gulping audibly in the stillness of the bedroom, and he grinned. It was a lazy, sensual smile, which grew as he inched the trunks down over his puff of public hair, and then lower, until he finally revealed his fully hard member. His erection was flat against his stomach in this position, the rest of him hidden by the swimsuit he still hadn't completely removed.
"Come get some," he hummed suggestively.
She came to him like someone possessed, her eyes dreamy and focused wholly on his as she climbed onto the bed. He spread his arms wide and caught her when she hurled herself at him for a kiss. Shivers ran up and down her spine at the insistent, yet tender touch of his mouth on hers. His mustache points were softer than she expected and even tickled lightly as the hair brushed her skin. Hizashi tucked her into his arms and rolled her underneath him, deepening the kiss the whole time until they were gasping, clutching desperately at each other in an attempt to somehow kiss more and more.
She broke the session by dipping below to kiss at his throat, and it was his turn to tremble. "Oh? Are you sensitive here?"
He groaned. "I - I dunno. For you? <i>Yes.</i> I think I might be sensitive everywhere."
"Shit, you're sexy. I mean, I knew you were, but you're way sexier than you have any right to be." Elly groaned and moved up to his ear, husking the few last words into the pink shell and licking the rim.
"Mmmnnn. You're making me squirm, baby. You know I've dreamed of this," he added, kissing her again while he untied her bikini top. "I wanted us to be more than friends for a looooooong time."
"Me, too," she admitted breathlessly. "I didn't think you'd want to because of my status, though."
"I'm an SCP, too! Besides..." Her top fell to the accompaniment of his whistling sigh of appreciation. "Ches, baby, I know who and what you are more than anyone. I love you no matter what."
She let out a happy cry and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, Hizashi! I've loved you for so long!"
"Good," he whispered. "That makes this the best it can possibly be." He paused, kissing her on the nose and staring deeply, seriously, into her eyes. "Is there anything else we need to talk about?"
"One thing." She nodded. Agents underwent rigid testing and sterilization procedures, and they were both safe and consenting. But there was one thing she'd been wanting to do. "Do you... do you mind if I get more comfortable in my body?"
"I lit-er-al-ly," he punctuated each bit of the word with little nose kisses, "just told you I love you <i>no matter what.</i> I meant that. Go ahead."
She relaxed, closing her eyes as her human body altered slightly. Rounded ears gave way to furry, purple triangles and her canines grew sharper. The underside of her nose darkened to a lavender color with more sensory pits and she wriggled around as a long, furry tail burst free from just above the base of her spine. The fur was striped with alternating dark and light purples, split at the tip with two dabs of white on the ends.
Hizashi promptly kissed her even harder, heedless of the sharp points of her teeth. "Still love you."
Elly purred lowly, rubbing her cheek on his. "This has to be a dream."
"Ha! Says the fantasy feline. Could a dream do <i>this</i>?" He bent and bit her on the neck.
"<i>Hizashi</i>!"
"Is - is that okay?" He jerked back so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. "I read that lady cats get marked by their -"
"<i>Yes yes yes!</i> Don't stop!"
"Oh. Good." His relieved grin, combined with the flush on the bridge of his nose and cheeks, gave him an otherworldly handsomeness. She whimpered and tugged on his head, begging for more contact. Hizashi licked his lips, eyeing the light bruise on her neck. "How far do I go? Just a nice, juicy mark so others will see it and be embarrassed?"
She laughed, nodding. "Just a little more. It reassures me and feels amazing."
He nibbled and sucked until the skin was much darker, then slowly moved down.
"It's been so long," she sobbed as he caressed her breasts and kissed the hollow between them. "And never with someone that accepted me. I - I don't know wh - what to -"
"Hey, relax." Hizashi immediately stopped what he was doing to prop himself up and set his forehead on hers. "Babe. It's me. You do what you want, when you want. And if you don't want anything, you just let me know, too. It's okay." He stroked the side of her face, cupping it in his hand. "Keep talking to me. D'ya like when I touch you here?"
She hissed eagerly when his hand dropped to trace delicate patterns around her right breast, spiraling closer to the nipple on each pass. "Yes!"
"I love your reactions," he moaned. "You make me feel like I'm better'n I am!" Just when his fingers were about to touch the firm nub he stopped and she positively writhed under him, calling his name. He bent smoothly and caught it in his mouth, lapping with his tongue. This went on until she began whimpering, her hands clutching his naked rear and squeezing.
"Want to touch you, Zashi, please."
"Oh, y - yeah. Should I sit up, or uh. Oh. <i>Oh my god.</i>" As soon as he lifted himself into a position where she could reach his front he was assaulted. Her hands splayed greedily on his skin and she sat up, kissing and licking his chest and lightly defined abdomen. When she wrapped her fingers around him to tug and tease, he whined loudly and threw his head back. "You know exactly how to work my cock," he huffed, exhaling with pleased surprise and a certain kind of awe. "You... yes, I'm so wet, love. Use it. Oh, sh - shit!" His hips twitched and he was forced to back away.
"Too much?"
"Too good," he choked. His head dropped, hair falling down to cascade over his shoulders and hide his face temporarily. "I've got to get a hair tie and calm myself a bit. Be right back."
Elly purred happily to herself and she rolled over on her belly, tail twitching, while she stretched. She heard the water running in the bathroom and Hizashi muttering to himself as he searched for a hair accessory.
"Got it!" He announced triumphantly.
She rolled back over to find he had not just shoved it back in a ponytail but had taken the time to do it up in a bun. "Ohhh. So handsome."
"You said that once, a long time ago. I never forgot." He crept back on the mattress and they sank down together. "You want Zashi to nibble on your neck a little more? Need some more revving up?"
Her ears lay crazily on either side of her head. "That's hot, and I've got no clue why."
"Mmm?"
"You referring to yourself in third person."
"Ohhh? You like that?" He nibbled for awhile and then rose up to whisper in her mouth right before a kiss. "Did Zashi make you wet again, baby? You want?"
"Want," she sighed, grabbing at his hips. "Make love to me. Please."
He buried his face in the pillow beside her for a second, stifling a loud whine. "O - okay. Hold me, Ches. I'm going to slip it to you."
Her fingers dug into his skin as he thrust. For a long, trembling moment neither spoke, they just felt as his member entered her body. When he bottomed out, however, she inhaled sharply and he let out a shrill cry. Hizashi had to fight hard with himself to keep a gentle, even pace, but it was worth it. With every stroke she moaned, meeting his hips with her own until they were moving as one, grinding on one another to try and deepen their connection further. At some point her tail slipped free from where it had been pinned and lashed back and forth, tickling his nether region as he thrust. His reaction was comedic, though she thought it was adorable at the time as well. Hizashi bit his lower lip, his eyes popping open and his mustache wriggling as he started to sweat in earnest. His speed faltered, and a little, hiccuping cry burst out of him despite his trying to hold it in. Elly raised her eyebrows and deliberately swished him again, and that was all it took.
He came hard, crying out "Ah, ah, <i>ahhh</i>!" over and over again with sweat dripping from his neck, his brow pinched tight and his thighs trembling. His burst of renewed speed combined with his over the top exclamations of pleasure set her off on her own orgasm. Her body, which had been vibrating with electric tension from the repeated friction, burst free some few seconds after him. They shook and kissed each other, coming down slowly from their respective highs.
"Amazing," he wheezed when he could talk. Some of the hair had come free of his bun and she smiled and tucked it behind his ears.
"Yeah."
"Fuck, I love you." He disengaged from her with a grimace. "Oops. You want a tissue?"
She laughed and kissed him. "No, I have to pee."
"Oh. Okay." He rolled onto the pillow and watched her waddle off in a hurry with a huge grin. "Cute," he muttered to himself.
After a flush and some time spent washing up, she returned with a satisfied sigh. When she walked into the bedroom she saw Hizashi had put his glasses back on along with a shirt. He grinned up at her. "Better?"
"All kinds of better." She sat close to him and he cuddled her into his lap.
"Mmmn. This is the best. This was the most excellent assignment I've ever been on."
"Yeah," she giggled. "Being 'trapped' with you wasn't too bad."
He stiffened in surprise at the thought. "I almost forgot! The door should be open." He jumped up and pulled on some sweatpants before walking over to it and, sure enough, it swung easily out.
Elly slid on a robe before joining him to see. When she saw the door wide open she blinked, her feline features dissolving into human ones on instinct. She reached out for him, then snatched her hand back with a frown.
Hizashi caught her expression and grasped her hands in his. "What's wrong, Ches?"
"You meant everything, right? It - it wasn't just so we could escape?"
His jaw dropped. "Holy shit, no! I mean, yes! Yes, I love you! The writing said I had to make love to you with all my heart for it to work. I did. I do."
She sighed in relief.
"Still - pocket universe. Let's go back. We have all the recordings and stuff."
"Yeah, I'd feel safer going back when we can."
"Maybe, um." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe we could get some time off to do this right, instead of an assignment. A regular hotel and a nice dinner out, maybe a movie or show..."
Elly hugged him. "I'd like that."
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