Sweetpea and the Radstorms
Story by GreyKobold on SoFurry
Sometimes, you have to take all the love you can get, even if that love turns out to be a 2200 pounds, ten foot tall killing machine. But hey, when it's your killing machine - a Deathclaw - you will take what you can get...
Rad-storms. Frankly, if one went about discounting the Super-Mutants, Ghouls, and Sting-Wings, they were really the worst part about Boston. I hated them, both for how they made my skin itch, and for how it seemed to make the ghouls even friskier than they normally were. The heavy, green tainted rain fell outside my shelter - and it pooled into the ground in thick puddles that would just stain my boots - and dripped down, past the platform I had taken shelter in, and into the deep dark of the broken train tunnels below.
I looked at the ceiling as a mighty bolt of sickly green lightning struck somewhere high above, and watched the dim but still-lit bulb swing slowly for the force of the mighty heavenly strike. The bulbs still ran on the two hundred year old fusion generators some miles away, but the output was almost gone - and in twenty years it'd probably be too dead to use without a fusion cell change. But that wasn't my concern. No, right now, traveling back to Sanctuary Hills was my main concern. I needed to take a few days to myself, and what better way than to administrate my own little slice of the commonwealth.
I leaned back against the old cushioning of a pilfered rail-seat, and let my aching back take a rest. My pack lay at my feet, covered by my armored jacket,and both my rifle and pistol my rifle and pistol were in easy reach on a table I'd brought up to set things on - I'd found it a floor below, and despite the old blood stains, and rust, it was stable. I'd detected no signs of ghouls or worse in my few minutes of searching down below.
Looking out over the platform again, I checked my pipboy - and there I turned on some music from the broadcast Diamond City Radio. It was upbeat, and I smiled, singing along to the tunes that were gently belted out. A small fire burned nearby, and my can of beans and salisbury steak were coming along fine. I could smell it, and my stomach rumbled.
My companion raised her head from where she had laid out. At ten feet from head to toes, and about as wide as a car, my companion was an unlikely sort for your average human - or ghoul - to go walking the wastelands with. Her tan and grey hide was stained with painted yellow stripes, and her eyes of sweet pea purple stared up at me. I looked at her, at the great horns that adorned her head, and clicked my tongue affectionately at her.
“Hello Sweetpea." I said. “Hate being cooped up too?"
She rumbled low at me, a deep bass sound that ended in a low croak, as though it were a building sized toad. I laughed, and reached down to pluck at the steak that was cooking, and used my combat knife to carve off half. She snapped it up as I tossed it to her, and swallowed it whole. I knew she wasn't hungry - she'd eaten a rad-stag not six hours ago, but I knew she'd appreciate the treat.
“Yeah, I know. I hate the storms too, but better than giving you the treatments, right?" I said then - and sat up, to lean over and give her a gentle, affectionate stroke across the snout. She rumbled deeper, and her tongue slithered across my wrist, before her mouth closed and she gently chewed on my arm. I was glad she'd learned not to bite too hard, but even then, I felt the scratches burn from where she gnawed on me. I pet her tongue again - and pulled my slippery hand and arm out. “What, I know the rad-away sucks. Had to suck down gallons of it when I was enlisted, during training. I swear, I puked up food my ancestors ate, and I don't wanna clean up after you, baby girl."
She groused at me and headbutt my shoulder, rocking me back and knocking the seating over. I oofed and sprawled, as she rose herself up and stood over me, her snout right before my face. She rumbled deeper yet, and then her tongue flicked out, and licked me from brow to throat, and across my open mouth.
As much as I loved her, her mouth tasted rather terrible. I spluttered, my face slimy, and she flopped down near me, smothering me in her neck and against her chest, her own head laying across my belly. I groaned and pushed, trying to dislodge her, but she was over a ton in mass and muscle - so pushing her off would have taken my power-armor, and that would have been iffy even then. I sighed, smothered in her smell.
Really, given the wasteland, she didn't smell all that bad. Reptilian and sour, sure - but there was a fragrant hint of dryness that I could take deeply, and it triggered a tingle in the back of my neck. I breathed in deeper, and nuzzled her as I would have nuzzled a dog. She rumbled, and pressed against me even more firmly. I took another breath. I couldn't quite place it, the dryness reminded me of arizona, and hot sun on the beach. I closed my eyes, and felt her relax on me. Strangely enough, with a ton of murder machine laying on me, with twelve inch claws not less than a half inch from my sides, I felt safe.
“Sweetpea, I need to stir my cooking."
She snored.
The storm continued to rage above, as I slid slowly out from under her, and hurriedly tried to salvage my meal. The beans were overcooked, and the steak was blackened - but I'd eaten MREs before, so it was still an improvement. I leaned back against Sweetpea as I used a spork to busily eat at my meal. I picked, the steak was rubbery and took a lot of effort to chew through, but at least it was something that wouldn't give me cancer in eighteen years.
Really, I'd eaten worse. I leaned back on my Deathclaw, and curled my arm around her thick neck. I stroked and pet her scales, including the scar where a collar had once bitten into her throat. I stroked there again - and bent down to kiss the back of her neck, affectionately. The fire burned low, and I draped myself on top of her. My bare chest lay against firm scales, and I shared the moment.
She wasn't tame.
But I could trust her.
My eyes closed as I tucked in against her side - and breathed again her deep, smooth scent. It made my scalp tingle - and I detected a bit of raw musk on her. She kicked once, her claws leaving marks in the concrete and bending the rebar behind it. I sighed, and closed my eyes again.
It had been almost eight months ago.
Eight months ago. The skies were warmer then, and the rains less frequent - though the rad storms were still the occasional hazard. I was picking my way through a ruined shop, filled with abraxo cleaner and plungers and the occasional spent bottle and signs of old gun battles on the walls. THe cash register had dinged open for me as I pulled back my screwdriver, and I emptied the cash into my pack. While it certainly was useless in these days and times, I'd found it useful for insulation and nostalgia for the occasional ghoul that I met.
I picked another lock and worked at getting through a safe - inside was a stashed bolt pistol and some ammo - that was more useful than the cash inside. I still tucked it into my pack and shouldered it. The shop was mostly empty of anything useful regardless. I shouldered the pack and lifted my makeshift rifle - it was a six shot assembly of pipes and gear, but it worked well enough for my purposes.
I closed the safe with my foot, the heavy iron door creaking. I moved deeper through the building and shoulder-checked a shelf that was blocking a hole into another store. The thing fell with a clatter, and I swung my pipe rifle up to sweep the room. A surprised ghoul lifted his head and hissed at me. It lumbered up from its crouch and jerked towards me - only to fall when I drilled two shots into its chest and one into the skull. It fell and twitched, brackish blood oozing from its skull.
Damn, I had to find a nest of ghouls.
I fired again, as another rounded the hallway door and swung at me with its gangrenous claws. I stepped back, and hammered it in the face with the butt of my rifle. The ghoul bounced backwards, and I shot it in the legs, making it topple. It crawled after me like a rabid toddler on jet, but stopped when I brought the rifle but down on its skull, caving it.
The fight continued, as I cleared room to room, place to place. There were seven of them, and I spent twenty one rounds by the end of it. The place had been boarded up from the inside, but for a window that I would have had trouble crawling through. Unlooted, though rotting, I found a treasure trove of electronics that would be a pain in the ass to carry back to Sanctuary.
Still, I could make trips if I had to. The small community was in need of parts to build with, and while they worked on farming, I went out to scout. Entirely unfair to expect me to do all the work, but life had never been about fairness. I sorted and gathered, made piles for what I could carry now and what I would take later. The ghouls I piled into a corner and left to rot. Really, it had been a mercy.
I made my way out of the twin shops, and began to creep through the ruins once again - making note of places to search next time I was in the area. My pip-boy occasionally clicked when I was near radioactive materials, and I tried to avoid the spiked barriers that were stained with rusted flecks of blood. I'd had a few run ins with the Super Mutants of boston, and had barely made it out with my limbs intact.
As I made my way around the ruins of a police station, a sound caught my ear, and I slowed, to listen. It was alien - but I could sense the pain held in its tone. I turned to look south, as the sky was darkening, and then made my way into a building to try and get a better look at what had made the pained sound. Climbing the outer stairs, I made it to the roof, and pulled up my rifle and slid the scope into place. I swept in, and my stomach lurched.
There were four Super Mutants - big, green bastards that cleared eight feet at the shortest and twelve at the highest. They were laughing as they cooked the bodies of what had once been humans - a pile of discarded equipment strewn with gore in a corner. I scanned over the yard of the police station, and centered in on what had made the noise. A fifth Mutant was poking at a chained down creature with the sharp end of a massive pole, and hit it while laughing. The creature was skinny and blood dripped from its sides - while its eyes looked up with a mix of absolute hatred and the pain of infection. The horns were small, and she was tiny herself - at least, compared to other members of her species.
A stunted deathclaw.
Other prisoners were spotted a few moments later as I scanned the yard again, and my heart ached for them. Two were raiders, clearly - but others had the look of caravaners who got caught up in a bad situation. I looked, and took my rifle off safety. The odds were not good for their survival, and worse for mine if I tried to engage them. Five to one, with only a pipe rifle, I would have had trouble one on one. But this? This was stupid.
But, I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the mirror if I didn't try, now would I?
I waited until the sun went down, and their fire burned brightly, blinding them to the shadows. I watched them as they ate, and as they laughed - and slowly, I moved into the dark towards their camp. My gun lacked a silencer - I couldn't find a muffler to fit my rifle, and I was still short parts to make anything that would have been useful to muffle it. I knew my knife would not be very useful unless I was very lucky - but hey, I'd been lucky before. I crept into the shadow of the compound, and took further stock of the five.
They had guns that were small for their hands, but in far better condition than mine. I swore under my breath, and tried to find a route towards the prisoners, but they had someone on watch at all times. I crept closer, and flinched as my foot kicked a can. There was a grunt as one of the ugly brutes looked up - the one eyed bastard grumbling and picking his rifle up. I threw myself behind one of the battered and broken down wrecks. The Mutant stomped his way towards where I had been, and sniffed around.
“Me hear something." He grumbled. I crept slowly back, towards the end of the car, and took up my rifle in the event I had to shoot. I hoped not - but the first few shots would take him by surprise at least. He sniffed around, gruffing loudly, and looked left, and right. “Me find nothing!"
“Come sit! Is just wind! Stupid!" Another shouted, to the laughter of the dumb brutes. The big one looked away again, and I slowly eased my finger from the trigger. He gruffed, letting the gun drop and strap hang, and he stomped his way over towards the others. He then punched the one who mocked him, and they engaged in a brawl as the other three laughed and hooted.
I breathed a deep sigh of relief, and crept closer - closer yet, as the one tormenting the chained down lizard watched the brawl with fascination. He crept towards them, forgetting his fun with the claw, and shouted his laughter at the brawl, as they bit and kicked one another on the steps of the precinct base. He was ten feet from me. He was distracted. I looked at the small lizard - she was barely eight feet stretched out, and she whined lightly. I could see her ribs poking at her sides. The most vicious thing in the wasteland, and I felt pity for her.
Pity. And maybe I could use her as a distraction. I eyed her chains, the muzzle that was too tight, and the collar that was cutting into her throat. She was chained down, leaving her hind to scramble for balance. I didn't know how long she was like this, but I could feel her hate even from here. I looked to her face, into her eyes. She gazed back at me, and for a moment, I think she understood.
I pulled a stimpak from my pouch and quietly stabbed it into her thigh - she growled lightly for it, but she shuddered as it kicked in, washing away the pain. I reached through the other supplies and studied the inhaler, and then the needle full of Med-X. Legitimate medical devices - one was a stimulant that had saved me a few times, the other was a pain killer that helped prvent shock. I jabbed her with the painkiller, then set the Jet down. I crouched, and used my knife to cut through the leather that held her mouth closed and covered. She shook it off and growled, a deeper noise. I couldn't get at her claws yet - but I didn't need to, as she started to gnaw at the leather that held them down. As she did that, I turned my back to the mutant, and began to work on the lock chaining her down. I didn't have much time, and the lock was stubborn and old.
“Huh? What you doing?!" I heard - the mutant asked more in surprise than anything else. He then shouted a warning, and I heard him rack the slide. A bullet spat out and slammed into the leather armor of my back - and I lost my grip on the screwdriver, sending me tumbling. Another round hit me - and I felt it kick, as I lay sprawled. It was higher, hitting the leather pauldron of my girded leather. I knew this was a stupid plan. I was going to die for it.
He stomped towards me - and raised his gun towards my face as I turned to look at him. My eyes closed - and I sent my apologies and thoughts to those I failed. I had tried to do the right thing - maybe whatever gods there were in this ruined world would at least give me credit for that.
The shot went wide as he pulled the trigger. Wide, because his forearm fell to the ground, and the gun discharged, whizzing by my face and leaving me to nearly piss myself. I looked up at the claw, her claws free and stained with blood - and she leaped, latching onto the Mutant and slammed her into the ground hard enough to shake the car. The others were shouting - the mutants were starting to fire. She paid them no mind, as she grabbed the Mutant by the face with her teeth, and shook once.
I saw why they were called Deathclaws.
I grabbed the rifle that had been dropped and dove for cover - firing out a spray that threw the Mutants into distraction - which was long enough for her to charge and leap onto another. They rounded to shoot her - and did - but the painkiller let her ignore the agony of jacketed rounds. She bit and clawed, and I took one by surprise, making him stumble as I took him in the knee. The odds were in my favor.
In less time than I expected, all five were dead, and the Deathclaw collapsed. She was hurt - badly - but she had gotten her revenge. I hurried my way over to the prisoners to break them free of their chains and cages, and they were thankful. I paid them no heed - I didn't care if they were traders or raiders, I just didn't want them to die. They grunted their words, and fled with what they could take with them.
This left me with the dying claw, who growled at me when I approached. I was wary of her claws and teeth, but I was far more concerned as she gazed at me, with those hazy, tired eyes. I held my knife in hand, rifle strapped and hanging on my back. I approached her, entirely ready to end her suffering. She had gotten her vengeance, and as I crouched, she whined. I think she was ready, then, to die.
I looked at the collar that was far too tight, and the injuries that had left scars. I looked to her face, as she opened her mouth to gasp out a breath. I held the knife, ready to sever her jugular to give her a fast death. I waited, as her eyes looked up into my own, and I fell into the sweet pea purple. I looked, and she closed her eyes.
No. I lifted the knife and sawed at the leather around her neck, and pulled it off, taking scales with it. She groaned, but didn't resist me. She groaned, and laid her head back down, as she could finally take a breath without the strain. I looked over her injured neck, and stroked it once - before stabbing her with my last stimpak. My injuries hurt, but were not fatal. Hers could have been.
“You won't die today." I said to her - and I stroked her face. She turned her head, faster than I could blink, and felt her teeth grip my arm. I froze - but no pain followed. She let go, and looked up at me, before her eyes shut again. I stepped back, my heart jackhammering in my chest, and then crept away. I left her to her rest. I took up spot across the street, in a roof under an awning, and fell to sleep. “Get some rest, Sweetpea."
She had gorged herself when I slept - eating an entire Super Mutant, and part of another, before she had made her way after my scent. I know this, because her fat belly was the first thing I saw - as she had curled around me, and laid her head on my thigh. The place smelled heavily of deathclaw piss, and as foul as the odor could be - I supposed it was a damn fine ward against other predators.
I waited until she woke up - and by then I'd lost a quarter of a day. She looked at me, sniffed, and rubbed her face on me in a way I could only guess was affectionate, at the time. She clung to me, only six feet tall at the time. She was a runt - stunted and hungry - but how she ate made it clear she wouldn't stay that way for long.
And I woke every morning, to a claw against me, and her scent clinging to my frame.
I woke to her curled around me, and her scent clinging to my frame. I looked around blearily - and checked myself - rifle, pistol - coat. They were all in arms reach. I gave a grunt, and looked at Sweetpea, who snored softly. She was a heavy sleeper, and slept heavily. I gently wiggled out from under her claw, and crept towards the edge of the platform, where I could lean against the railing.
There, I did my business and drained my over-full bladder, which was as regular an alarm clock as one could have. It was a sweet relief, as my hand rested around my cock, and my bladder sprayed the ache out. I sighed - eyes closed and head tilted back. Resting against the railing, I ducked my head and watched the darkness below. It was quiet, and safe with my Sweetpea nearby. I smiled - and looked at her. Her head was lifted as she watched me.
“Just emptying myself, baby. I'm alright." I said to her. She tilted her head to listen, then sniffed the air - and a second time, as something caught it. I frowned - her eyes focusing on me, before she rose up and sniffed at me. I tried to push her head away, and she gruffed at me - but to no avail, as she sniffed at me, then at my groin, as I finished my business. She sniffed again, and gave a low growl - which turned into a soft croaking rumble. She rumbled again, as she burried her face into my crotch, and breathed deep.
“Hey! Not appropriate!" I shouted, grabbing onto the railing to avoid being thrown over the edge. Her claw gripped my pants and held on - as she nudged me to face her, and her snout pressed close a second time, breathing me, my musk, and the hint of urine on the air. She growled deeply, and shoved in, her chin hitting my balls hard enough for my stomach to clench. “Easy!"
And then her tongue slid out, and I felt my mind explode into white pleasure. It had been months since I'd given consideration to that - and having the sudden enveloping warmth of her tongue tongue slither around my half masted(?!) shaft made my knees weak. I groaned, I tried to protest, and I couldn't do anything as she wrapped my shaft and lapped at my balls. They were heavy and full, and she savored the way I smelled. I moaned again as I grabbed one of her horns for support. She gripped me, licked and nuzzled and then her mouth closed around my sac and shaft. I tensed, afraid of pain.
That fluttered away, as her lips tightened and I felt her licking, drooling, and sucking with a mouth that was hotter than any humans. The rough ridges of her mouth ground against the head of my turgid shaft, and her tongue cupped my balls, licking free the pheromones of my musk, the droplets of my urine, and the sweat that had accumulated over the days between baths the wasteland never permitted. I moaned, my fingers squeezing the steel frame behind me sharply. Her mouth worked over my cock, and my eyes rolled back as I felt waves of pleasure buck up my spine.
“S...Sweetpea, I'm... Uhnf, I..." I couldn't think straight, all I could feel was pressure, heat, and that slimy tongue slithering all across my groin, getting my pubic hair mussed and my shaft soaked. I groaned again, louder this time, as I hunched and fucked into her mouth. I felt the teeth but no bite severed me, I pulled back and dug deep, forgetting myself, as all I could feel was her heat, and the rich pheromone musk that she was emitting. I breathed harder as I bent over her head, my knees buckling as I tried to fuck her mouth. Even my ex-wife couldn't do it this well.
Without warning, I cried out and hugged her head, spurting my semen deep and rich onto her tongue, coating her mouth and spraying far more copiously than I had ever expected to do. I shuddered heavily, my nails leaving scratches on her scales, and I felt her approve as I did so. I spurt, almost ten times at full burst, before I sagged down and lay atop her. Her rumbles vibrated my spent shaft and balls. She had swallowed. And she had liked it.
“Holy shit." I said.
With surprising gentleness, she pulled back and let me slip out of her mouth. A trickle of seed drooled from her lips, and she licked it off. Her tail shifted, and her eyes were wide - clearly, that had excited her, and she had really rather enjoyed her treat. I watched her, as I sat down - my legs didn't want to work, so they took a union mandated break. My back to the edge, she rubbed against me, rubbing her yellow-marked belly and side against me. I caught another whiff of her smell, as she turned, showing off for me.
I breathed deep. Her smell had tinged with this musk last night, but now it was full on - a hint of sour mixed with a smell that was familiar - like a woman. I closed my eyes, letting another deep whiff run through me, and I pressed forward against her thigh. Sour, sweet, raw - it was musky and it should have turned me off, but something about it made me want more, and my mouth water. I blinked. I felt drunk - and even the post-orgasmic high wasn't doing anything to mute as I felt blood start to surge again. Holy hell, she smelled good.
I caught another smell, as I urged her to turn, and she did so with an excited shiver down her tail. I saw her tail lift - and caught the sight of rich purple with a hint of red. I looked, and found myself facing her engorged vent, while higher her anus flexed. I looked at the two vents - and lowered my head - sniffing again, then closer - until I pressed my face against her vulva, and drew a deep breath of the musky odor. My stomach clenched, but it was replaced with a shuddering sting of a tingle that burned through my head and down my back.
Without thinking, I buried my face into her pussy, and my tongue stroked deep and wet into her sex. I licked and I explored, I felt her tail clench my head and drape down my back, and her knees wobbled as she sat against my face. Pinned, I could only breath her musk, and I moaned as I grabbed her hips and ass. My tongue buried deeper, while it was no deathclaw tongue, it was certainly enough tongue to make her respond. I found the shape familiar, but exotic enough that exploring it was fun.
She drooled into my face and through my facial hair, she stained me with her smell and I wanted more of it, as I pressed into her and licked, feeling the outline of her puffy lips, and washing down, that even her clitoris was sucked on and wrestled with my tongue. I felt her respond with shudders, and with clenches, and with her oily taste splashing my face. She roared out pleasure, as she contracted against me, and squeezed my tongue until I knew she bruised it. I didn't even think tongues could get bruised. But I didn't stop as I hugged her to my face and I licked up her thighs, and kissed even against the thin flesh between her tight asshole and that sweet mound of joy. I buried myself into her smell and her pleasure, driven with an instinctual need to get her to bliss. I buried my face against her smell, and I lost track of time in the heat of her pleasure.
I didn't stop, until my jaw ached, and I had to pull back for breath. I didn't stop until I found her on her belly and chest, her haunches up and against my face. I didn't stop until I felt actual pain against my face and tongue. And even then, as I had a hand buried in her sex and was rubbing it deeply into her, I wanted more of that scent that was driving me completely wild.
No. I wanted to do more than to bury into her with my face. I wanted to bury myself into her sweet heat - and I pulled up, when her buttocks pulled back, and I stood behind her, with both hands falling to her rump. I squeezed and rubbed against her well licked sex, I squeezed and massaged her tal base and even stroked her musky asshole with her fingers. I vaguely remembered licking her there - and she'd responded with a very happy noise. It was a blur, as I pressed the fat head of my shaft against her wet sex and pulled her back.
She enveloped me. I pressed in deeply until my balls slapped against her sex - I pressed, and she rippled and squeezed and threatened to tear my cock off. I knew this was her first time - and frankly, it felt like my first time too. I held deep, as I savored the fire of passion that threatened to burn me. I held deep, until pulling back and shoving in again. The mighty beast of the wastes, the mistress of carnage and death to her enemies, the Deathclaw I had saved rewarded me with a loud growl, and a rumble that shook my bones. She liked it. I loved it.
I shoved into her again, and pushed my hands onto her shoulders, hunching and working forward as sweat began to form on my body. I fucked myself deep into her passage and sunk myself deep into her heat. While I'm sure a studly alpha claw would have been better - I knew that she liked what I gave her. I was big enough to please her - and if anything, I knew it was the person that counted. I felt her contract again, the muscles that would lay an egg perfect for squeezing a cock.
I took my time as I made love to her - and I closed my eyes, not seeing anything but her in my head. I fucked her there in the subway, and she responded with pleasure and growls of her own enjoyment - until she shifted and threw me off. I was disappointed, until she pushed me down and slid over atop me. Her hips shifted, and she sank down onto my cock. I didn't think Deathclaws were creative in sex - but, I had never thought of a deathclaw and sex.
And when she squeezed again, and my cock erupted, I couldn't think of anything at all. I spat my seed deep into her tunnel and pushed rich even into her womb. I spilled that fire with a mighty groan and met her hips as she slammed down, making my pubic bones ache, but god I couldn't make myself stop her. I couldn't go limp, not with her pheromones rushing through me, and I met her thrusts, my mind fading into a haze as the conciousness faded, and it all became a blur.
I spent more time going down on her, and her tongue explored me as deeply as I explored under her tail. I spent more time breeding her - making her roar and shudder. I explored her clitoris with fingers, tongue, and eager work. She bit me, and left her mark on me, as I bit her thigh, and tasted her blood. We fucked. We fucked and I lost count of who did what, until it all faded into dark.
I woke hours later - her legs wrapped around me, and my body hurting. My pelvis felt the greatest ache from where she had slammed down onto me, and threatened to break my hips. My cock was sore and raw, and I needed to taste something other than her hindquarters. I woke later, and she was snoring heavily - a contentedness on her, even as cum leaked out of her vulva, and even some from under her tail when I'd tried it.
She liked it. She liked all of it.
I lay there, and held her close, as the storm continued up above - but now it was clear water that fell from the ceiling, not green. I looked up, and sighed. We could get dressed later. Her scent was still in the air, albeit a touch muted.
I turned my head to look at the Deathclaw, and gently touched her chest. I kissed there, and she started, snorted, and looked down at me. I smiled up to her, not showing teeth, and gently pulled myself up, despite the ache in my everything. I looked up at her, and then gently cupped her cheek.
“That was great, Sweetpea. Thank you." I said, and ran my fingers to her cheek. On instinct, I pulled her face down, and gently pushed my mouth against her own. We met for what was a first kiss, and though she didn't seem to get it at first, when our tongues met, I think she knew it was affection. “I guess this makes me your mate now, huh?"
She rumbled.
“I love you too."
We slept.