Blood from Stone [AU]

[Bethany]

The human sucks in a short breath, teeth biting down lightly on her lower lip in a display that Don has become very familiar with. Especially as Beth's pregnancy has elevated certain... drives. She shivers a little, then clears her throat. ''Oh.''

[GamesMaster]

He holds out his paw, beckoning her to his side. "Cuddle?" he nearly begs. 

[Bethany]

''I- what? But you... I mean... I don't want to... be rude,'' Beth finishes weakly, still little a bit flushed. 

[GamesMaster]

"I cannot... There are times outside my heat, when my heat is near, that we have... this will not be one," he admits, haltingly. "But I would hold you. I would stroke your smooth, soft skin, Beth, my Beth. My mate. Mother of my kits. I would be near you."

[Bethany]

''Yes okay thank you gods I'm so horny,'' she whines softly, rolling over to crawl into the bed next to him and try and get her dress off at the same time.

[GamesMaster]

Don laughs, his deep, purring laugh she's only ever heard for her. "Mine," he says, in a low rumble, and sets about reminding her.

[Marian Hawke]

Please work. Please work. Please work.

Marian takes a deep, shuddering breath, not noticing how her fingers tap on her knees, how she rocks back and forth just a hair. Her eyes are closed, her legs crossed, and she sits in the middle of her bed, reaching for the wellspring of power inside her -- just like the book on summoning magic open on the pillow before her says to do. Vig-- no, Garrett. Garrett Vigilant Hawke Tethras, you are mine and I need you.

She feels something catch inside her, in that still place where the winter used to live, and he is sitting on the bed behind her, his back warm and solid against hers. She slumps, just a bit, in relief. "Hi," she whispers.

[Garret Tethras]

Not yet able to read the mood of a room, Garret follows instinct- and the training of last night. Reaching around, he cups her breasts, thumbs rubbing over the nipples. Purring softly, he presses himself against her. ''Hello., my most vital.'' 

[Marian Hawke]

Marian swoons back against him, sighing in relief. "Good morning to you too," she purrs, doing her best Zevran interpretation. "You really know how to sway a girl."

[Garret Tethras]

''Only you,'' he replies honestly, pressing his lips against the curve of her neck and breathing in deeply. ''May I pleasure you again?'' He had learned about consent last night and the eidolon seems to heartily approve of the idea of needing permission and agreement for significant interactions. 

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes," she breathes, and then leans back to kiss his neck. I like this one. 


Some time later, curled up in Garrett's arms, she debates getting out of bed. But bed is warm and has Zev-- Garrett in it. Satisfied by this counter-argument, she remains put... until her stomach growls loudly. 

[Garret Tethras]

Garrett snaps upright, claws unsheathing and a deep, echoing snarl filling the room. ~Something is in here with us!~ His nostrils flare and his fur tufted ears twitch as he tries to locate the intruder. 

[Marian Hawke]

~Huh? No, we're good,~ she thinks lazily, before catching on to what he means. ~That's just my stomach. Mortal stomachs do that.~

[Garret Tethras]

~...is there something inside it?~ Garrett slowly relaxes, settling back onto the mattress. 

[Marian Hawke]

~Ah, no. That's the problem actually. It wants food.~