Ava knew moving involved a lot of work and piles upon piles of boxes. She'd done it before, from one region to another even. But this time was so much different, even if it was less distance. This little two bedroom one bathroom house...it was hers. Hers to share with the man she had chosen to share her life with. And together, they had enough boxes to fill three moving trucks.
She took a box and walked it in, her pet glaceon weaving between her legs and yipping playfully. "Vixi, stop." The glaceon looked up and barked. "I said stop. You're going to make me trip or step on you. If you don't get out of my way, you're going in your pokeball."
Merc put down the boxes he was holding to reach into his pocket for the pokeball that contained his arcanine, Rex. The fire type dog was bigger and bulkier than the ice type fox, but the two pokemon had bonded and were good playmates with each other. They ran around the room until they were shooed into the backyard.
With six people, the box unloading didn't take long. And both Ava and Merc's parents seemed to want to leave quickly...they all said to let them know if they needed any more help tomorrow. And now the newlyweds had been left to their own devices. Ava sat down on the couch. Merc sat down beside her with a twinkle in his eye. "Geez." He said. "I don't know who has more crap, me or you."
"Might be close enough to equal."
He nodded. "It might." Brief pause. "Okay, so...this might come out of nowhere, but..."
Ava looked at him. "You want to consummate the marriage."
His eyes widened. "How'd you guess?"
She couldn't help chuckling. "Because that's what people normally do? As far as I know anyway." She paused for a few seconds. "And honestly I don't blame them. That kiss at the altar...hot damn. It took me back to that one time when we were alone because both our parents were in meetings...and we...yeah."
"You're blushing."
"I am?"
"You are. Come on babe, you can look at me!" He placed a hand under her chin. She moved her face up, and her green eyes met his red ones. "I haven't...had a release since then. And I've...uh...been fighting my hormones ever since I saw you walk down the aisle. You don't have any idea how it's been, trying to keep the, uh...rocket from revving up. I hope you get what I meant there."
She blinked at him and forced a smile. He removed his hand from her chin. "I thought you said you used pillows for that."
"I did, but...it's not the same now. Pillows don't have sleek black hair and cute green eyes. They don't hug me or nuzzle me or tell me they love me. And they certainly don't kiss me either..." He scratched the back of his head while giving her an awkward, tender grin. "I wanted this consummation to be the most awesome thing ever. For both of us. So I...did a little research, and I think if I try, I can make you come just as much as I will. Hopefully. It's been like a year. I've got to have quite the build up by now..."
"Do you have protection though?"
He flinched and hung his head. "Dammit! I was so scatterbrained I forgot! I can go get some..."
Her response was a hug and a long kiss on the nape of his neck. "Hey, whatever happens happens...we are married now. Let's start our life together with a bang, pun completely intended."
"Close the blinds, let's do it right here on the couch. Get ready for eight inches of Galactic love."
He'd obviously tried to give her a sexy wink, but ended up looking more like he had dirt in his eye and was blinking to get it out. But he was adorable. "Talking dirty to me? Grr, babe. I like that." She closed the blinds on all the windows and returned to him. He'd already taken his shirt off. She hadn't noticed before, but he had cute abs...
She sat down and leaned over him. "Before we start...eight inches? You measured it?"
"Stretched it out and stuck a ruler beside it, yeah. Actually about seven and a half, but it doesn't matter, you're still getting quite the ride."
She wondered when he'd done that, but did that really matter? It didn't. "I knew I was onto something when I called you 'huge'." Her attention moved to his lower half. He was half sitting, half laying there, with his legs spread out and his crotch conveniently in plain sight. Neither were wearing the clothes they got married in the previous evening, having changed into something more casual and comfortable. So he was in a pair of simple pants.
"Are you looking for a bulge or something?" He smiled at her. "Okay, I admit...I was exaggerating a bit there. I never had to try to stop a certain part of me from popping up. If I wasn't able to quickly change what I was thinking about though, I might've." Brief pause. "Now quit staring, you're not going to turn me on that way. Strip down. Kiss me. Or something. Oh, hell, forgive me, but-" And then he got up and pinned her down on the couch. "I'm...starving for love."
