Hunger end

 It was finally over.

The couple had gone through a day of tests to make sure the various drugs and hormones were stable and their systems back to normal. They were getting ready to be released from the facility, packing their clothing and personal care items back in their bags.

Hizashi stretched, grimacing as his back popped. His duffel was strained close to the limit with a few new blankets and the robe they'd used while in care. The staff encouraged them to take them home since sterilization was a concern. He had to admit there were several stains that were proving difficult to get out on a few of the items. 

He shrugged these thoughts off and shouldered the bag. "Nmm. You almost ready, babe?"

"Yeah, I'll grab my bag and we can go."

He waited near the door, tapping one foot and whistling tunelessly until Elly ran up.

"Ready!"

"Oof." He grinned down at her and slipped an arm around her waist. 

"Did we really have to dress up?" She fidgeted with her neck gear and sighed. 

"Uh huh." Hizashi opened the front door and waited for the staff to buzz them out of their suite. "Remember, Aizawa says the press weren't satisfied with the statement they released. They're likely to be waiting to catch us."

They stepped outside and there was Ito, who was all smiles as he checked the tablet to make sure they were ready. He let them out with a flourish, pointing towards the main entrance. 

"Thank you," Elly told him sincerely. "You all did a wonderful job helping us."

"Yeah. You guys <i>rock</i>!" Hizashi flashed him a huge smile.

"Our pleasure." The man bowed slightly, his tentacles folded behind him. "We'll see you next time!"

They walked down the hallway while Hizashi pursed his lips hard in thought. "Ahhh... babe?"

"Yeah?"

"How often do you get heats?"

"I can control them on medication <i>if</i> I don't get riled up. I hate taking meds, but in this case I force myself to." 

"Huh. We're gonna have to talk about that."

"Yeah, and probably to a bunch of strangers." 

"Uh huh." He rolled his eyes, pausing to wave at a few of the staff as they made their way to the front. "They're gonna grill us."

"Yep. You ready for it?" They rounded a corner and pushed the door open to the waiting area.

"Sure I'm ready," he chuckled, dragging the sliding strap of his bag up over his shoulder again. "I can't freakin' wait to brag about you." 

The receptionist greeted them warmly and told them they were all caught up. Hizashi gave her a thumb's up and the couple made their way to the exit. 

"So the world will know we had damn near nonstop sex for a week."

"Ten days," he corrected with a smirk. "You went extra, baby. I had to <i>squeeze</i> it all outta ya." 

Elly blushed. "Well, it's not exact."

"I like to think you couldn't get enough of me." He patted his chest here and there, ostensibly checking that his outfit was all in order.

"All the spikes and zippers are intact," she assured him. "I didn't tear it up." 

He raised his eyebrows at her, grinning like a fool while she trailed off, embarrassed. "There's a couple of scratches, though. 'Specially on the back that happened during the squeezing." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Don't go into <i>too</i> much detail, sweetie," she warned him with a playful slap on his tight, leather-clad rear. "I had to wring quite a bit out of you, too, remember?"

He let out a low cough. "There's no way I could forget <i>that</i>."

"Good."

"There's the car U.A. sent." He pointed nervously. "I don't see anybody waitin', you wanna make a run for it?"

"I can make us invisible, Zashi."

"Oh, yeah!" He blinked down at himself. "Uh... are you doin' it - <i>ohmigod that's freaky</i>!"

"Zashi!" She stifled her laughter with some difficulty. "Quiet, they can still hear us."

"I don't think anyone's out there."

"Whenever they find us, whatever they throw at us, it'll be fine."