07-21-2016, 07:08 PM
The happy yearning when I looked at my nieces caught me completely off-guard, and I’m still reeling from it when Pazuzu appears beside me, his lips on my skin, the low murmur of his voice making me melt against him. His lips on my throat draw a groan from somewhere deep in my chest, and I angle my head to give him better access.
“Mmm playing dirty, love,” I murmur, glancing back at him through a veil of steel blue lashes. “I can think of a number of things I need you for, yes,” I croon, brushing my lips along his cheek and chasing the caress with a nip just sharp enough to hurt a little. Make those endless black eyes spark, watch the lightning build and crackle and flare to the surface.
Ugh, he has an excellent point though. Can’t jump him in front of the babies. I look around for any other responsible adult, because there’s no way in hell I’m going to explain to Drow that I left his babies alone so I could go get laid. Or, you know, no way I would do it, but details.
The only one around is Tycho, whose eyes widen with just a hint of panic at the idea of being left alone with the three little imps, and I can’t help but grin as he takes a deep breath, sighs, and gives the tiniest, most reluctant nod I have ever seen. God, he’s cute. And they’re curled up asleep. I’m sure he’ll be fine.
Zuzu’s lips are on my chest and lightning builds beneath my skin, and I blame the damn hormones for the way I nod, meeting his eyes and accepting everything he’s offering me. I’ll be scared later. And I guarantee I’ll be grumpy as fuck about this decision in a few months when the are hooves pummeling me from the inside. But a tiny little baby face, and sweet baby eyes hiding, let’s be real, probably a universe full of sass and mischief and feisty charm?
“I’m in.”
~*~*~ skipping ahead because it’s pretty clear where that’s going ~*~*~
Tycho is, in fact, fine. The girls are awake by the time Pazuzu and I get back, and no matter how relieved our son looks looks to see us return (well, relieved for Tycho, just a subtle relaxing around his eyes, a hint of tension fading from his neck, his back, such quiet cues telegraphing a change in mood), the girls all look safe and sound and happy.
Halo is, admittedly, lipping at his mane and utterly ignoring the way he raises his head away from her and draws his body back, trying to put space between them without actively retreating. Fury and Luna, on the other hand, are attending much more carefully to whatever lesson he is quietly teaching them. And on spotting her favorite uncle, Halo promptly leaves her cousin behind and dashes over to throw herself at Pazuzu with a delighted cry of “Uncle!”
I glance over at him, my expression soft as I imagine another little girl (or boy) doing just that, but yelling “Daddy!” instead. I’ve seen the way he looks at Halo, the way she reached in and made a special place in his heart just for her. He’s such a damn good dad, so devoted to his family. I press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, smiling and breathing out a happy little sigh against his skin.
“Mmm playing dirty, love,” I murmur, glancing back at him through a veil of steel blue lashes. “I can think of a number of things I need you for, yes,” I croon, brushing my lips along his cheek and chasing the caress with a nip just sharp enough to hurt a little. Make those endless black eyes spark, watch the lightning build and crackle and flare to the surface.
Ugh, he has an excellent point though. Can’t jump him in front of the babies. I look around for any other responsible adult, because there’s no way in hell I’m going to explain to Drow that I left his babies alone so I could go get laid. Or, you know, no way I would do it, but details.
The only one around is Tycho, whose eyes widen with just a hint of panic at the idea of being left alone with the three little imps, and I can’t help but grin as he takes a deep breath, sighs, and gives the tiniest, most reluctant nod I have ever seen. God, he’s cute. And they’re curled up asleep. I’m sure he’ll be fine.
Zuzu’s lips are on my chest and lightning builds beneath my skin, and I blame the damn hormones for the way I nod, meeting his eyes and accepting everything he’s offering me. I’ll be scared later. And I guarantee I’ll be grumpy as fuck about this decision in a few months when the are hooves pummeling me from the inside. But a tiny little baby face, and sweet baby eyes hiding, let’s be real, probably a universe full of sass and mischief and feisty charm?
“I’m in.”
Tycho is, in fact, fine. The girls are awake by the time Pazuzu and I get back, and no matter how relieved our son looks looks to see us return (well, relieved for Tycho, just a subtle relaxing around his eyes, a hint of tension fading from his neck, his back, such quiet cues telegraphing a change in mood), the girls all look safe and sound and happy.
Halo is, admittedly, lipping at his mane and utterly ignoring the way he raises his head away from her and draws his body back, trying to put space between them without actively retreating. Fury and Luna, on the other hand, are attending much more carefully to whatever lesson he is quietly teaching them. And on spotting her favorite uncle, Halo promptly leaves her cousin behind and dashes over to throw herself at Pazuzu with a delighted cry of “Uncle!”
I glance over at him, my expression soft as I imagine another little girl (or boy) doing just that, but yelling “Daddy!” instead. I’ve seen the way he looks at Halo, the way she reached in and made a special place in his heart just for her. He’s such a damn good dad, so devoted to his family. I press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, smiling and breathing out a happy little sigh against his skin.
Daeryssa
of the restless heart