~~Author's Note~~
And we're done! There might be more MLV epilogue chapters in the distant future, exploring different ideas and stuff. But MLV is officially complete. Thanks for all the love.
This whole chapter is a big porn experiment and some mindless fun, something for the truly degenerate readers. Enjoy.
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~~Jessy~~
Once Eric was out of the room, she looked back, winked at the old man, and lifted up her shirt and bra. The sparkle in his eyes was hilarious, and she laughed as she lightly jumped up and down a few times, showing off how fucking amazing her big tits were, before she slipped the clothes back on, gave him a thumbs up, and chased after his son.
"You didn't just--"
"Personal business," she said, and she gave him a quick peck on the cheek as they stepped out of the retirement home. "Dude's in great shape for his age. You must be happy."
"I am. Not necessarily happy with how it happened, but happy."
"It's the power of tits. All men can be encouraged to become better, awesomer versions of themselves with the reward of tits." Which was completely legit and a universal truth not nearly enough societies utilized.
It wasn't actually the tits. It was her, showing Eric's dad, that not only was his son in a new life that was awesome and full of good times, but that his could be awesome, too. Tits were the perfect metaphor.
"Uh huh." Her handsome boyfriend rolled his eyes, and the two of them fell into a familiar rhythm on the Dolareido sidewalks. They were a ways out from the business center of the city, but they had nowhere to be. Nothing to stop them from just going on a fun stroll, which was fucking great and a nice change of pace. She had some heads to clonk later, some Carthian assholes being a pain in the ass for Vicky and Parker, but it'd be a few nights before it came to that.
"Tash and me are going to Bloodlust tonight. You in?" she asked.
"Who else is coming?"
"I didn't say--"
"You didn't say it, Jess, but I can see evil in your eyes."
She covered her eyes with her palms, still facing her boyfriend.
"Tash and the boys are coming, duh."
"And."
"And... Marge."
"Uh huh."
She lowered her hands and glared at him. Of course he was right, and was already down wind of her plans apparently, but she could still try.
"Hey, I think we deserve to hang out and have a fun time!"
"Fun time. Uh huh."
"And that fun time will include alcohol for you and the boys, and Marge."
"Uh huh."
"And I'll make sure Marge gets a deep Kiss. And, uh, maybe Tash will drink her a bit, too."
"Uh huh. And will Marge be naked during this Kiss? Lying on our booth table? With a couple of your fingers inside her?"
She threw up her hands. "Dude I don't know! I'm not a fortuneteller!"
"Uh huh."
Laughing, she elbowed Eric gently, hooked her arm with his, and guided them toward her apartment. No need to explain, she needed better clothes for a trip to Bloodlust.
A question ran through her mind, and she was tempted to ignore it. She had sexy plans tonight, and it was a question that could easily derail that, ruin her fun, and leave her high and very dry. But it was important, and damn it, she loved Eric. Stupid love shit getting in the way.
"Ask your dad yet? About becoming a vampire, I mean."
Eric nodded as he looked down, thinking.
"Yeah."
"And?"
"He... laughed."
"Well, I mean, becoming a vampire does sound like a joke to most sane people who think we don't exist."
"No. He laughed about the idea of living forever. He said, who in their right mind would want to live forever? He's gonna enjoy life, but he's also ready to move on, see Mom again, and... yeah."
"Wow. I... shit." She looked down too, and the two of them walked quietly for a bit. Yeah, that was a heavy topic, with a heavier response from his dad. Part of her regretted asking; no sexy times. A bigger part of her was happy she did. Eric wanted to talk about this, but in classic man fashion, didn't really know how to broach the topic.
But even she didn't want to touch the other topic that, unless she took a sunrise to the face or someone blew her head off with a shotgun, she was going to live forever. And he wasn't. Sure, werewolves lived a long time. She had at least a hundred years of having Eric in her life before he got into that dangerous old category like his dad, if the other Uratha were any indication. But, fuck.
She slid her arm down from around his elbow, and slipped her fingers in between his. He squeezed her hand.
"But I'm not my dad," he said eventually, and he kissed the side of her head. "He's got that old man energy going, and will happily go on a... merry stroll, I guess, when death comes for him. Not sure how he's going to explain his new sex life to Mom when he dies, but, he's looking forward to seeing her again."
"But you don't?"
"I look forward to seeing her again, but no, I don't plan on dying any time soon." He gave her hand another squeeze, slid it up, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I'm happy he's happy. Really happy. That's thanks to you."
She grinned up at him. "You just gotta know how to talk to a man."
"Evidently." He kissed her forehead, smile returning. "Right, so, your place to get some clothes, right?"
Oh. Apparently sexy times weren't out of the question. She loved her boyfriend.
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She swung open the door to Eric's apartment, and the group laughed as they stumbled in. Tash and Jessy, the only two not shitfaced, because their seconds lives were cruel and insisted they could only drink blood, helped Marge in. Kat, oblivious of the dangers of drunk people's feet, immediately attempted to kill them all by rubbing against their shins, and Jessy had to very gently slip a foot under the cat and nudge her aside.
Satisfied with her attempted murder, Kat took a perch on the windowsill in the back, and looked out into the city.
The boys and Eric followed in after. Getting them drunk hadn't been easy, and they weren't exactly drunk, just very tipsy, but even that had taken four times as much drink as it'd taken to turn Marge into a mess. The good kind of mess though, giggly and horny and with shit hand-eye coordination. One more drink would have pushed her over the edge into vomiting, and maybe sobbing territory. No good.
Eric had three couches in his big-as-fuck fancy living room lately. A three seater, two seater, and one seater, all pointed at each other; they moved them when they wanted to watch TV. So once everyone was in the apartment, she and Tash set Marge down on the chair, while Jessy sat down on the loveseat. Tash stepped aside so Eric could sit with Jessy, but before she got out of reach, Jessy snatched her best friend by the wrist and yanked her onto the loveseat with her instead.
"J-Jessy!"
"Ha." Laughing, Jessy motioned for the boys to sit on the bigger couch. They did, stumbling slightly until Eric took the left arm, Art the right, Matt in the middle. "Have fun tonight, boys?"
"Yes ma'am," Matt said, nodding enthusiastically. "Got to see plenty of skin!" He gestured to the three women.
Jessy wore a tiny black skirt with a high-hip thong, and a black tube top that threatened to fall off any minute. Tash wore a sleeveless club dress, a one-piece thing that stopped halfway down her thigh, covered her chest nice and snug, and left all of her back exposed. Blue, or sapphire, something like that, very pretty. Marge wore the same sort of dress as Tash, though it had more cleavage, with some cross straps exposing her sternum. Black.
"Plenty of skin," Art said, nodding half as enthusiastically, but that was still plenty of enthusiasm.
Jessy caught Eric's eye, and he laughed quietly as he nodded.
"Yeah," he said at last. "I admit, it was nice, dancing with a few lovely ladies."
Tash beamed brightly. Jessy grinned. Marge managed a happy laugh, and waved a hand as if all the compliments had been for her. Then she got up.
"Marge," Eric said, "you might wanna sit down and--"
"I! Was promised, a Kiss." With a happy, teetering sway, Marge walked past the boys, and gave each of them a silly smile, before she fell on Jessy. Marge was a small woman, not Tash small but small, but the angle meant Jessy had to reach out and catch her so the woman didn't hurt herself.