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“Or you can just tell her exactly how you feel.”
Ashton was still stewing in Jester’s advice when a fluffy white cat padded into the room. It was very obviously Fearne, not just because it was the only corporeal cat they'd seen so far, but because of the mischief in her eyes, and the way she bounded up to Jester. Jester, to their mutual glee and her hot fiance's dismay, poofed into a little blue cat.
Ashton looked down at them as they batted at each other and wound around his feet. "You kids have fun," they said. "I can't be a cat."
God Ashton wished they could be a cat. So this is what it had come to. They watched the two of them leave the room, tails winding together, and felt a deep ache in their chest that was getting harder and harder to ignore.
They knew they were in love with Fearne. They could try to dress it up as lust or desperation or sheer fucking loneliness, but that wasn't giving Fearne enough credit. She was incredible. He had told himself that if she was just looking at him, that he even got lucky enough to have her holding him, was enough, but first the kissing had broken through, and now there was more on the line. The closer they were getting physically, the harder it was to swallow down the words that might ruin everything.
The real problem with being in love, Ashton realized, was how fucking stupid it made you. For one thing, they were standing there staring like an idiot at the spot where Fearne had just been, out in the open where anyone could see him. Including Dorian.
Dorian gave a low whistle. "Wow."
"You can fuck all the way off," Ashton muttered.
Dorian beamed up at them, not even looking at his hands as he continued to play the harpsichord, the virtuosic dickhead. "Look, not that you were being subtle-–"
"I never am."
"–-what with the sneaking into her bed every night, but you stand there looking smitten when people are talking about her. Fearne can be oblivious when she wants to be, but this is something you both could want. I think talking with her is the best way to go."
Ashton sank into one of the cushy chairs and ran a hand over their face. "Is it? Every time I even think about mentioning feelings, she gets that deer-in-candlelight look in her eyes."
Dorian raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh."
Ashton lifted their head and glared. "What?"
"Every time you think of mentioning it, huh?"
"I don't want to scare her off."
"You really think she's the only one who's scared?"
Ashton groaned. He was trying to ignore the way Yasha was leaning towards them in her chair, very obviously pretending not to listen. "I told you," they lowered their voice, "I know I'm scared. I'm fucking terrified. But...oh fuck this, you know what I mean."
Ashton wasn't sure if Dorian did know, really. He hadn't been there for the fallout of the shard-explosion. He hadn't heard him convincing Fearne to help him with a terrible plan Ashton had launched for reasons they were still unpacking themself. Dorian hadn't seen the way Fearne looked at them right after everything exploded, and the way she wouldn't look at them at all for too long after that. That had been the worst part; in the instant they realized how much they loved her, they had fucked everything up forever.
Except...
Dorian was still smiling at them. "This is a time for doing scary things, Ashton. Fearne knows that as well as I do. I think we need to seize this moment, before our moments are otherwise occupied."
Despite themself, Ashton smiled back. "You're not just talking about me, are you?"
Dorian gave them a wink, but Ashton could swear he was blushing.
Dorian did have a point about seizing the moment, but for Ashton that usually meant not thinking past ten minutes into the future. That’s just how he was used to operating. It’d saved him from a lot of disappointment. For all of their life before the last few months, Ashton had only made the kinds of plans people from Bassarus made. You planned to deal with whatever fucked up shit came along that day, and if you were smart or lucky you could live that way for a while, but no one expected long. Growing up at Greymoore gave you just enough training to know you’d get a bad time, a bad reputation, and a bad death, hopefully not in that order.
Bells Hells had been a change for the better. It was a job that had become a long con that had become the kind of fucked up little family that Ashton could almost understand. But Fearne was someone Ashton never could’ve planned for. Somehow, she made him look forward to whatever came next, as long as she was going to be there.
By the time Fearne came back with Jester, the ginger wizard was showing off his collection of toys. Fearne must've sensed the rare C-Pops from a distance, because there was an honest-to-fuck egg in the basket. Fearne tried to steal it by shoving it down her shirt. She was very quickly found out, to her very loud disappointment.
Ashton was so into her it made them feel insane.
She took them up on their offer to ‘work off some frustration,’ and Ashton had to work harder than usual to hide how giddy that made them. They kissed all the way back to the guest rooms, pausing up against walls and archways and giggling like a couple of juvenile delinquents.
Ashton maneuvered the two of them towards the room where he’d dropped his hammer off earlier. Fearne spun them through the door and stopped with her back against it, catching her breath.
Her face was flushed already, breathing through her mouth and her hair a little askew. She grinned at Ashton like a co-conspirator and gave her shoulders a little wiggle. “Well?”
Ashton held up a hand. “Wait.”
Fearne pursed already kiss-reddened lips. “What?”
“Just, fuck, this is gonna sound stupid.” It already sounded stupid.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” What did they mean? They were still trying to figure that out. “I mean…I want to make sure you’re here because you want to be.”
Fearne crossed her arms. “I said I did, didn’t I?”
“You did. But sometimes you just. Go along with things.”
Fearne looked at them, real hurt flashing across her expression. Fuck, fuck. Ashton was already fucking this up so much.
“I mean, I know we both like to have fun. But, I don’t want this to be because I dared you or whatever.”
The hurt on Fearne’s face was fading to a softer confusion. “I still don’t know what you mean by that.”
The crystals at the back of Ashton’s neck were prickling with sweat. “I mean, this isn’t just a game, not to me. It’s just-–” he sighed. “I just think, I know we don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow. And I know you don’t think we’ll even be able to pull this weird-ass not-plan off. You’re here because your people are here, and so am I. We want to be where they are, and keep them safe, because we, we care about them, even if they go to some fucked-up places. But that can mean doing things you wouldn’t do for your own sake. We don’t always get to choose what happens to us, but we do right now.”
“Even if we have,” Fearne glanced at the persistent tent in Ashton’s skirt, “frustration to work out?”
“Even then. You can walk away right now and I won’t hold it against you. We can even tell the others we banged it out if you want. I wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputation.”
That got a smile out of her. “And I could tell them whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want. And, look, even if you want to leave tonight, your choice now doesn’t have to be your choice forever. I want you to be able to choose about this, and us, always. Both of us can choose.”
“You did choose me, though. You pointed the bottle at me before, and you asked me here tonight.”
“I know I did. I’d do it again. But, please, just for a second, pretend you don’t know that. I’m just me, and you’re you, and this is just a night with no expectations.”
“Okay,” Fearne said, and shut her eyes. “I’m me, and you’re you, and you invited me here with only pure thoughts.” Ashton snorted a laugh. “Pure for you, anyway.”
She opened her eyes, and Ashton could’ve sworn that they were even brighter and greener than before. “I’m me, and you’re you, and we’re not going to fight a thousand-year-old wizard or a big moon monster that wants to take over my body tomorrow.”
Ashton’s tongue felt huge in his mouth. “Yeah.”
Fearne took a step closer, the small room feeling even smaller. She was eyeing up Ashton all over. They felt heat prickle down their arms, their feet rooted to the spot.
“If I’m still me and you’re still you, that still means I remember things from before tonight.” She sucked her lower lip into her mouth. “I liked kissing you, Ash. I’d like to do that again.”
Her voice was warm honey down their spine. “You would, huh?”
“Uh huh. I think about it a lot.” She was close enough to touch, now. “I think about you a lot.”
Ashton sucked in a breath. It felt like there was a fire in the room, burning up all the air.
“I think about you when you’re fighting,” she said. “I think about what it might be like to touch you, then. When you’re raging. You get so glowy and pretty like that, and you can do so many fun things. What would that feel like?”
Fearne brushed his basalt arm with her hand, and Ashton could feel the veins in it starting to move, the dulled stone coming alive with heat just by being near her.
“I wouldn’t know,” Ashton admitted. “I’ve never tried.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Never?”
“If people are trying to get at me when I’m raging, it’s usually with a weapon.”
“Really,” Fearne mused. “I want to see what could happen. I think it could be an adventure.”
“We could try,” Ashton said. “If you want.”
“Could we?” She gasped. “Oh, Ash! I’ve always wanted to try that!”
Before Ashton could ask how long always was, Fearne swooped them up into another kiss. Their hands on her hips were steadier, now, and she giggled into their mouth when their hardness pressed against her thigh, gasping when his leg pressed between hers.
Ashton rested their foreheads together, panting. “Before I kick into this, are you sure? I’ve never done this before, and it could get, uh. Gnarly.”
Ferarne ran a blunt-nailed thumb over his jawline. “I’m sure. I want to feel it tomorrow.” Fearne kissed their cheek, and said into their ear, “We’re just two people, and tonight is just tonight. Make me forget the rest.”
“If you insist.” Ashton smiled, and raged.
The physical action of Raging was hard for Ashton to describe. The closest he’d ever gotten was saying it was like pinching your nose shut to pop your ears on a skyship, but all on the inside. It was more than that, though.
Raging was about a moment where everything went away, except for action. No thoughts, no pain, just Ashton’s body in motion. They couldn’t believe they hadn’t thought of using it for this sooner.
Maybe it had never been the right moment. Or, just maybe, it had never been the right person. Of course it had been Fearne who thought of it. Ashton could only hope it lived up to her imagination.
More than anything, Ashton wanted to make it good for her. If they could pour any of what they were feeling into that, then-–
Well. That would be a damn good start.
The side of their head began to spark and flash, and he could feel time slowing around him. He pulled away from the kiss. Fearne’s lips were still a little puckered, her eyes opening by degrees. Ashton ran his fingers through a lock of her hair and let it drift back down again in syrupy slowness.
If they could stay like this, in a bubble outside of time, would Ashton finally be able to find the right words? Probably not.
Fearne’s clawed hand was trailing down their chest. Her nails were hardly touching them, but their skin was lighting up with the sensation. She skirted below his navel and they could feel their heartbeat in their dick.
They grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. She frowned, the edges of her mouth bending slowly down, and they kissed the palm of her hand in apology. He continued up the inside of her arm, and when they reached the edge of her sleeve, they looked up at her. She nodded.
It struck Ashton that they had never undressed her before. They felt a fresh jolt of arousal roll through them, tangling somewhere in their guts. Were they nervous? Fuck, of course they were. At least now, they had Time. Hopefully Fearne was too slowed down to hear the waver in their breath, or see the way their hands shook. Not for the first time, they wondered at the fact that they were even allowed to touch her.
Carefully, always afraid that something might catch on their rough skin, Ashton ran their hands over her shoulders and down to the ties of her dress. He ran his thumb over the knot, then pulled it loose, taking the time they needed not to tear anything. The fabric was so light and her skin was so soft that the dress almost floated away from her body. He bared first her freckled shoulders and then her full, rosy tits, her nipples hard and pink and eager to be touched. Ashton followed the fabric with his mouth as he slipped it down her body, until flushed flesh gave way to fur.
The skirts pooled around her hooves and Ashton rose up to meet her. She stepped out of the temporal morass with a gasp and threw her arms around their neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss.
Her eyes were hungry as they raked over their body. She yanked their shirt off over their head, and if it snagged a little on their hair, who cared? They would always remember how it got those rips. Fearne grinned, pulling them closer by the waistband of their skirt, and Ashton felt a pulse of heat go straight to their cock, and Fearne beamed like she knew.
She made short work of the skirt–- Ashton was pretty sure she knew the inner workings of their clothes better than they did by now, or at least the pockets-– and undid their laces, sliding pants and underwear down to their knees to get a good handful of their ass. Ashton made a grab for her tail, which whapped them on the hand.
Ashton slid the pants, skirt, and all down past their ankles, kicking the whole mess away into a corner. They held her for a moment -– they had tried, before, to go easy with their molten hand, but it didn’t bother Fearne. Ashton wasn’t sure if it was a fire magic thing or a titan thing or what, but they were grateful.
Fearne pulled them down onto the bed and kissed them, her sharp teeth sinking into their lower lip. He keened in the back of his throat and she giggled against his mouth.
“Hey,” she said. “Do you have any more Time left?”
Ashton tapped their glassy head and grinned. “Fuck yeah I do.”
They leaned into the rage, and Fearne was moving in half-time again. Ashton was blinking in colors, and finally-– finally –-they had time to touch her in all the ways they wanted.
To Ashton, he was moving at normal speed, but he knew Fearne was feeling it all at once. He was still kissing her, working his way down her neck. He was rolling her nipple with his tongue. He was running the calloused pad of his thumb over her clit and covering his fingers in her slick, lining his cock up to her entrance.
“Yes, yes, Ash, ah-–” Fearne gasped, grabbing for something substantial to hold onto. Ashton sank inside of her, and he knew, for her in that moment, he was also holding her, also kissing the fluffy down at her belly as he thrust inside.
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper as she cried out. Her nails bit into his shoulders as he fucked her, but he was also circling her clit with his tongue and sucked it, hard.
She squeezed him tighter and shrieked as she came all around him. She was panting, but when they started to pull away she blocked them, crossing her ankles behind their back.
“Give me some of that Time,” she breathed. “I want you to feel it.”
Ashton kissed her as he passed the Haste into her. Fearne started humming, her whole body buzzing like a live wire.
Her smile turned sharp and dangerous. Then, she was moving faster than Ashton could believe, and her cunt was squeezing him in rapid-fire pulses of pressure.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK-–” and Ashton was coming, their whole body shaking apart, but this time Fearne really was holding them together. They could feel their head bursting with light. Fearne cried out –- she might’ve been coming again, but with the Haste and the dizziness Ashton couldn’t be sure. They felt like they were flying.
They may have actually been flying. They hit a soft surface with a thunk.
It didn’t feel like their bed. Ashton blinked their eyes open. They were still hard, still raging–still inside of Fearne. But they were not in the same room.
Ashton gasped, coming back to themself breath by breath. Fearne was still straddling them. She shook herself out, from the shoulders to the tip of her tail, the movement of her flushed body making Ashton shudder from where she still pressed against them.
Fearne glanced around. “Where did we go?”
“I think…” Ashton’s mind was slow and sticky. “...we went somewhere.”
“I can see that.” Fearne sat up on her haunches. Ashton winced, but didn’t say anything. “This looks like the library.” Sure enough, it was the same room they’d been in earlier that night. “I thought that was Time, though. How did we teleport?” Fearne’s eyes went wide. “Are we in another timeline??”
“What? No. I mean. Probably not?” Ashton tapped the side of their head experimentally. “Huh.”
“What?”
“I think,” Ashton said, “I fucking came so hard I switched rages.”
“You can do that??”
“Apparently?? So now it’s fucking Space, I guess.”
“Wait, shh,” Fearne clapped a hand over his mouth. Ashton made a disgruntled grunt, and licked her palm. Fearne didn’t budge. “There’s someone here.”
Ashton could hear it now, too. Besides the sound of gnomish snores from somewhere near the fireplace, there were soft but distinct footfalls coming from the upper stacks. Ashton craned his head up towards the high shelves, and there he saw the distinct outline of the ginger wizard.
Fearne grabbed Ashton around the waist and shuffled on her knees until they were behind a sofa. “Do you think he can see us?”
“I don’t know,” Ashton whispered back. Caleb appeared to be taking his sweet-ass time picking out books. He turned his head, and Fearne let out a little squeak, pressing them both into the carpet until she was breathing right against Ashton’s neck. Ashton’s stone head thudded against the floor.
Fearne was looking around frantically, but not bothering to cover herself. “Shit. What do we do?”
“I dunno,” Ashton rubbed the side of their head. “I think I’m still raging.”
Fearne wiggled a little, and Ashton suppressed a groan. “I guess that’s why you’re still ‘up’.”
They grinned. “Oh yeah. I am up as fuck.”
Fearne gave their nipple a pinch for that. Ashton grunted, and before he could retaliate, they were falling through another portal.
The two of them landed with a much harder thud on a large wooden table. They were surrounded by spectral cats. The few that paid them any mind looked thoroughly unimpressed.
Fearne sneezed. “I think I got flour in my nose.”
The air was full of baking smells, but Ashton didn’t have time to appreciate the weird whimsy of this place. “Well, this table isn’t doing my back any favors.”
“Why’d you bring us here, then?”
“I have no fucking idea. Maybe this tower is just fucking with my portals.”
“Can’t you just make another one?”
“Usually, yeah. But we’re not exactly fighting.”
“Hmm.” Fearne looked thoughtful, then jabbed a finger into their stomach. That managed to startle a laugh out of them, and they used the jolt to pull at their chaos power.
They began sliding across the table.
“Ash, you did it! Oop!” Fearne ducked her head as they slid out of the kitchen.
It turned out that the force that sucked them through the portal came from the elevator shaft in the middle of the tower.
Fearne gasped, and held Ashton tight. They were practically standing now, with Fearne pressed all along their front. Ashton felt a rush in their stomach that might’ve been from the lack of gravity. Floating in midair like this, they were both completely weightless, with Fearne’s hair drifting around them. Her legs were wrapped around their waist and her cheek was pressed against his shoulder; he could tell she was watching the tower surrounding them as they drifted up.
“Hold on,” he said. “Let me try-–” and he dropped her for just a second, letting the speed of the elevator pull him back into her.
She clung to him again. “Fuck,” she breathed. “That feels amazing.”
Ashton grinned. “Maybe this is what the elevator is really for.”
Fearne shrugged. “Probably. Everyone knows wizards are kinky.”
“Sure they are. Or else what would be the point?”
She grinned back, and rocked her hips into them.
Ashton could feel himself getting close again. He lifted her, letting her float up in his arms until just the tip of his cock was inside her, then thrust all the way back in.
Fearne moaned, then made a startled yelp. “Ash! We’re almost at the top!”
Shit, she was right. Or at least, they were about to reach a new floor, and who knew where that would be.
Fearne dug her nails into their back. “Try a bedroom this time,” she said into his ear, and bit down on the lobe.
Ashton gasped a new portal open above their heads. They floated through it and were shot out of a wall, landing ass-over-teakettle on a pile of cushions.
“That’s better,” said Fearne. “C’mere.”
She kissed them soundly on the mouth. If Ashton was bruised, they couldn’t feel it, at least not yet. All they could feel was Fearne, and the faint buzz of the magic in their head.
Fearne rested their foreheads together. “This still isn’t a bed. But you’re getting warmer.”
“Am I? I thought that was just you.”
Fearne pressed them into the plush carpet, her hand around their charred wrist. The more she pressed into it, the more the magma glowed. She sucked a deep bruise just above their burning shoulder, and Ashton came with a full-throated shout.
Somewhere behind a painted bookshelf, there was a huge, high-pitched yawn. “Fjordy, did you hear that?”
“Unfortunately. What was that?”
“Well-–”
“Shit,” Ashton whispered. “We’re made.”
“What?”
“Just…poke me or something.”
“Fine, fine.” She booped him on the nose.
“Really??”
“Shut up, it worked.” Fearne rolled them into the newly-opened portal and, thank fuck, onto a bed.
Ashton braced himself on his elbows above Fearne, struggling for breath. Had he come more times than her, now? That seemed rude. He was supposed to be making this good for her, dammit. Their head was spinning.
The two of them had been bouncing around the tower so fast, Ashton was surprised they hadn’t been separated. The thought sent a spike of anxiety though him -– he wanted her to stay. He could only hope she wasn’t too rattled.
Fearne didn’t look bothered, though. She was staring up at them with wide green eyes that glowed with their own firelight.
“Ash,” she said, “I think you’re changing.”
Ashton could see the light flickering out the side of his left eye. It was changing. Their head was becoming less transparent, and the lights were flickering, fading -– to black and white.
“Shit. Fearne–-”
Before Ashton could say more, the Gravity kicked in. Fearne gave an “oh!” of surprise as she was pulled towards him. It was like they were both falling into the dip in the middle of a worn-out bed, but Ashton was the dip. He winced –- the Gravity was impossible to fight, but he tried not to come down on her like a ton of bricks.
“Oh,” Fearne sounded almost dazed, now. Her knees were bent, her thighs spread wide around Ashton. He pulled himself up enough to see her face -– her eyes were huge, pupils blown wide, her mouth open -– before the gravity well pulled her back in. Fearne was gasping against his neck, so at least the wind hadn’t been knocked out of her, at least not yet.
“Fearne. Are you okay?”
“I–-” she sucked in a long breath. “I think so. Ash, I feel so full.”
Ashton felt his dick give another pulse at that, and Fearne gave a little moan–of course, she could feel everything like this.
“Fuck, fuck. I can-–”
“No, no, keep going. Just go slow.”
Ashton gave a weak smile. “I think I’m gonna have to. I weigh about a ton right now.”
“Yeah you do.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s kind of nice. You’re like a heavy blanket.”
There was less technique in the fucking, now. Gravity didn’t allow for that. Ashton just tried to move so they didn’t crush her, and Gravity kept pulling her back onto their cock. It was like being in the elevator again, but the opposite. Instead of floating, they were falling, but only as far as Ashton’s body. He tried reaching in to rub her clit, but the gravity was holding them too tight together. Ashton just tried to rub their whole body against her as best as they could, and Fearne groaned, her arms wrapped so tight around them it almost hurt.
“Stay close,” Ashton said. “Stay close to me.”
“Alright,” Fearne breathed. “I’m here.”
“Closer,” he murmured into her shoulder. He held her as tight as he dared, the gravity well already holding her in place.
But it wasn’t enough. Ashton wanted her closer, wanted the two of them to occupy the exact same physical space. If they could fuse into one, Ashton might finally be satisfied, but for now sinking into this bed with every possible inch of their skin touching hers would have to be enough.
Ashton wanted to lose themself in the heat of her, in the softness of her hair and fur. They wanted to feel her on all sides of them always, cocooned in the flowery, musky smell of her. With her chest pressed so close to theirs, they could almost pretend that her heartbeat was their own, and they really did share a body.
Ashton felt a wave of something washing over them. Maybe it was another pulse of gravity, but it felt lighter. He felt lighter.
Fearne’s eyes went wide, reflecting back a burst of rainbow sparks.
“Huh,” said Ashton. “That’s different.”
“So you don’t have to come to switch rages?”
“I guess not. This is-–” Ashton shook off the last of the Gravity; he felt even buzzier than he had with Time, Luck fueling the kind of high he only got from a good fight or very specific drugs. There was a sureness to his movements now. Except–- “Is this okay?”
Fearne pushed herself up on her elbows to get a good look at them, her back arching up off the bed and strands of her hair falling around her shoulders. “I’ve always wanted to see the light show up close. Actually-–” Fearne sat up to straddle them. She wrapped her arms around their neck, kissed them on the mouth, then leaned up further and licked the crystal side of their head.
Ashton froze. With Luck in effect, everywhere Fearne touched was the best thing he’d ever felt. And that just then was something brand new. The feeling of her tongue and her hot breath washed over him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. He was pretty sure she had connected directly with the pleasure center of his brain. So-–
Fearne giggled. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. You taste tingly.” She hiccuped another little laugh, then noticed Ashton’s look of surprise and slight embarrassment. “Ash? What…did you just come from that?”
“Maybe. A little.”
“Dang, I’ve got some catching up to do.”
“Hey, fuck, rub it in why don’t you.”
“I’m trying.”
Ashton gave her shoulder a little shove for that, and she bounced back onto the bed, giggling again.
“Come on,” she said. “Make me feel lucky.”
He growled from somewhere deep in his throat, and it was on.
Ashton’s whole body was surging with brightness and light. He could feel it even in his basalt arm, not just heat, but electricity. Everywhere he and Fearne touched sent waves of sensation through his body, and the steady stream of noises coming from her made him sure he was hitting all her right spots.
Her hands were tangled in her own hair, tugging. Ashton hoisted her by the thighs, driving into her over and over, but wished they had a hand free to play with her themself.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, her hand twisted harder in her hair, and she keened. Her other hand slapped at her tit, then raked long nails across her belly.
Ashton’s thrusts stuttered. “Oh, shit, Fearne, that’s me, I–-”
“Don’t stop,” Fearne moaned, “Keep–- aah! -–keep going, I-–”
Fearne’s fingers went to her mouth, and she sucked on them, hard. She looked right into Ashton’s eyes as she did it, her cunt clenching around them. Her thighs squeezed against their hips and Ashton could feel their balls tightening, another orgasm building. He rested his head beside hers as he pressed their chests together again. She twined her spit-slick fingers with his own, and came with a scream of his name.
Ashton’s climax hit and it was like the rainbow light was shining out of every pore. He shouted, longer and louder than ever before, and he gripped Fearne’s thighs tighter as he spent inside of her.
He just kept coming, like all the other orgasms had been building to this. By the time he finished, he was struggling for breath, and Fearne was rubbing soothing circles into his good arm.
He pulled out slowly, and winced at the sheer quantity of cum. “This is a fucking mess.”
“Yeah it is.” Fearne’s voice was fucked-out and she was glowing. “C’mere.”
Ashton met her for a kiss, lying down next to her on the damp spot; fair was fair.
Fearne rested their foreheads together. “Don’t get too comfy. If my legs get stuck together, I’m gonna be pissed.”
They summoned a spectral cat for warm water and towels, and any stickiness or stains disappeared from the bed in a way Ashton knew had to be magical.
Damn. Wizards were kinky.
Fearne was heavy-limbed and content. She might’ve just been napping in a shaft of sunlight, if it weren’t for her blissed-out smile or the smell of sex still lingering in the air.
She nestled closer to them, slinging a leg over their hip. He stroked the fur with his fingertips, and she made a deep rumbling noise from her chest that might’ve been a purr.
“Will you stay here tonight?”
“Yeah,” said Ashton, “I think I will.”
“Good.”
“Hey Fearne?”
“Mhm?”
“I meant what I said, earlier. I know you blow with the wind, but I don’t wanna be the wind. I wanna be-–”
“A rock?”
“I wanna be your rock.”
Fearne huffed a little laugh, but Ashton knew, with a sobering certainty, that he wasn’t joking.