Fic: And We Three, Dreaming 2/3
Continuation from Part 1. Same warnings apply, folks.
“Well, that was the most disgustingly sappy thing I’ve seen all sweep,” a new, immediately annoying voice comments from the direction of your couch. Surely it can’t be… but it is. Sollux Captor, the smarmy lowblood bastard, is reclining on your couch - yes, really! Like he owns it - and is watching you and Feferi with droll amusement in his mismatched, black-and-white eyes. “Oh, don’t stop for my sake, Ampora,” he continues, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I was only feeling a bit queasy. You’ve got another five minutes at least before shit starts getting real all over your stuff.” You drop your hands from Feferi immediately, face blazing purple, but she smiles at you. She heard you, and understood you, and right now that’s all you care about in the entire world.
Feferi, in the meantime, has stood up and crossed her arms over her breasts, sighing at Sollux. “Don’t be such a grouch, Sollux,” she reprimands him, wiping discreetly at her eyes. “We talked about this, remember?”
“Yeah, but it’s another thing seeing it actually happen,” Sollux replies darkly, sitting up. “I think you’re making a mistake, princess. This guy’s not even worth it.”
It’s difficult to say exactly what feelings the sight of Captor evinces in you at the moment. He’s frowning at you, which is his default state of being as far as you can tell, but for some reason the sight of his face doesn’t make you want to kill him anymore. Neither does his grating voice or the way he’s still spreading out over your furniture. Instead, you feel a bit of color rising to your cheeks, and you pull yourself to your feet, making sure to sweep your cape dramatically.
“Yeah, wwell, no one evven asked you, lowwblood,” you reply, hopefully in a way that can’t be described as ‘huffy’ but that you get the sinking feeling can. “I think it’s pretty glubbin’ obvvious howw things are gonna wwork around here from noww on. Right, Fef?” You cross your arms with a harrumph and turn to her, expecting to see her chilly gaze turned on Captor for once. But she’s smiling, and her eyes are dancing with mischievous light. Something’s not right here.
Sollux obviously picks up on your confusion, and he lets out a frustrated sigh. “Look at this fucking moron. He doesn’t have a single clue in his think pan about what’s going on here, and he’s lecturing me on “howw things are gonna wwork”.” He rolls his eyes, the gesture easily understandable even on someone who lacks pupils, and you feel your face flush a bit more. The utter nerve… not to mention that now, lacking his customary lisp, his impression of you is much more accurate and much crueler.
“You’re the one wwithout a fuckin’ clue,” you snap back, feeling a bit giddy. “Need me to spell it out for you, Sol?” He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, and you toss your cape aside with a mighty sneer. You are so ready to get this Grief on, but a thought occurs to you, and you step down from readiness for a moment, looking over at Feferi. “Fef? Aren’t you gonna stop us?” you ask, frowning.
She thinks for a moment, or at least pretends to, then shakes her head, smiling deviously. “Nope,” she trills, and you can almost sea (ha) the trident at the end of the word. “Go ahead. You go show him,” she says, patting you on the shoulder, and you can almost feel your thoracic cage puff up. Fuck yeah you’re gonna go show him.
“If you’re done hiding behind the princess?” Sollux asks, standing. He’s a bit taller than you remember; still a short motherglubber, but it’s been ages since you saw him last. It almost surprises you. “Come on, then, ED. Let’s get this over with already.”
“Couldn’t agree more, Sol,” you snarl, striding over to him. Wandkind is too good for him, and you ditched Ahab’s Crosshairs after giving it to the annoying limeblood human, so you’ll have to make do with good old-fashioned pimpringfistkind. It’s worked for you in the past. You see Sollux’s eyes widen as you cock your fist back, ready to take a swing, and then-
And then you’re falling forward as he grabs your fist and goes over backward, landing hard on top of him on the couch. Suddenly his hands are on your face (how did they even get there?) and balled in your shirt and in your hair, and his tongue is in your mouth, and yours is in his. To your immense relief, he doesn’t taste like the mustard one would expect; he just tastes like lips, not that you’ve really had a lot of experience with that particular taste. His nails scrape over your skin, and you growl, biting at his lip. The skin breaks under your teeth, a tiny cut, and you can taste his blood. For sludge, it’s… almost tolerable, and you suck at his lip, wanting more. “Hey, watch it,” he manages, giving you a sharp pinch in the side. You slap his hand away and pin it above his head, getting ready to - but Fef’s arms are around your thoracic cage and she’s pulling you away, her bubbling laugh silvery next to your ear.
“Wwhat just happened,” you demand of the two of them as Sollux sits up, a finger to his lip, and Feferi sits you down on the couch, placing herself between you. “Fef, did you - you kneww that wwas gonna happen, didn’t you?”
She nods, her eyes sparkling. “I might have had a betta an idea,” she singsongs, and you’re too annoyed and stunned and ecstatic and tingly to even point out how that’s the worst stretch you’ve ever heard from her. “I said we talked about it!”
“It was more of a lecture, really,” Sollux grumbles from her other side. “’Cause I don’t remember getting to say much.” It’s really disorienting, not hearing him lisp; of course, you couldn’t help but notice that most of his protuberant, ugly lowblood mutant fangs had been knocked out at some time or another, so that solves that question. He prods Feferi in the side and she jumps, giggling, and falls on him, long fingers dancing up and down his ribcage. “Gah, shit, FF! Fucking stop it!” he shouts, pulling his arms and legs in to protect himself. You have to admit it’s kind of cute, and that just makes you hate him more. The realization makes you blush, but it also brings up a pertinent question.
“Wwait just a minute,” you say, leaning up over Feferi. It brings you kind of close to her rump, and you feel your blush intensify as she and Sollux put their ticklefight on hold and look over at you. “So… wwait, howw’s this gonna wwork in terms a, like, quadrants? I can livve wwith caliginous or wwhatevver wwith Sol -” “Gee, thanks, asshole,” he puts in - “but wwhat about you, Fef?” you continue, increasing your volume a bit to talk over Sollux. “I mean, I can see you’re… lookin’ kinda flushed ovver there…” Yeah, it hurts a little to say, and your thoracic cavity hurts a bit in preparation for her excuse of ‘platonic pale kiss’ or something like that.
“I don’t see why I can’t have two matesprits,” Feferi replies reasonably, shrugging. “As long as you two are okay with it.” Rather, you would like to call her tone of voice reasonable - that’s definitely what she thinks it is - but you’re too busy picking your blindsided think pan up off the floor where it slid out your listen tube. Where to start with the problems with that? You try to find a way.
“Two matesprits? Fef, that’s completely impossible,” you say. “You’re not tryin’ to auspitice here, are you? You yelled at me wwhen I tried that earlier…” You rub a hand through your hair, not really proud to remember the incident.
“Yeah, I was surprised too,” Sollux says from underneath her. Feferi ‘humph’s and sits back down on the couch, letting Sollux up, and he leans back on the armrest as he speaks. “I told her it was weird as shit, but she apparently doesn’t care.”
“We’re all dead anyway,” Feferi points out, still looking a little sulky. “Why should we care what the official definitions of the quadrants say anymore? You know,” she adds, smiling again, “I read that the Signless and his Disciple had a romance that transcended the quadrants. So it’s obviously possible, right?”
“Wwell, yeah, but he wwas a mutant and probably a pervv,” you reply, in what seems like a reasonable train of logic to you. Both of them glare at you for it, though, and you subside with a frown.
“Don’t make me go over there and shut your mouth, ED,” Sollux says lazily, and the frown deepens.
“If anythin’, I’d be shuttin’ your mouth, Sol,” you shoot back, flushing. He’s looking a bit yellow himself, but before things can go anywhere, Feferi clears her throat. It’s a quiet sound, barely noticeable, but you and Sollux both freeze the fuck in place. He’s as well trained as you are.
“You two,” Feferi says, looking between the both of you. “I’m reely happy to see you getting along so well! But we have to work things out between the three of us first.” She takes your hand; Sollux looks on, looking amused. “I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings this time,” she says quietly. You can’t hold back a sniffle, and Sollux groans and rolls his eyes.
“I’m cool with it if you are, ED,” he says, shrugging. “It’s not really cheating if we’re all involved anyway, right? I mean, it won’t ever be a contest as to who’s better with a pail, but…” Well, there goes any subtlety about that question straight out the window. You’re sure your face is bright purple, and you sputter a bit, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with either of them. But Feferi’s hand is on your cheek - the one she slapped - and she guides your gaze back to hers and kisses you, gently, on the mouth.
“…okay,” you manage to reply through the tingling of your lips. Feferi smiles - one of the brightest you’ve ever seen from her, and it makes you melt - and even Sollux looks relieved, the fucker. The combination of her sweet charm and his casual, unashamed filthy-mindedness is having a weird effect on you; is it hot in here, or is that just you? “It’s just like a lowwblood to go right to the bucket, isn’t it, though?” you ask, going for a haughty look. (Being Feferi for a moment, you note that this appears merely snooty, not really haughty. You decide not to mention this.)
“Actually,” Feferi says, reaching behind the couch. You raise a hand to call hoofbeastshit - this is your couch in your hive and there is no way - but she’s withdrawing, oh god, a bucket, and your central vascular bladder is attempting to claw its way up into your chitinous windpipe oh god. “It was kind of my idea,” she admits, looking adorably apologetic. If she’s proposing what you think she is, you wonder what in the Incipisphere she thinks she has to be apologetic about. Oh god.
“Hell yeah it was,” Sollux chimes in. You don’t miss the way his hand moves comfortably to Fef’s waist, and you’re sure neither does she. “You wouldn’t believe how glubbing horny this girl gets.”
“Sol,” she says reprovingly, smiling at him. Your bulge notes that she doesn’t deny it, though, and you shift uncomfortably. Sollux smirks at you over her head. “Only if you want to, Eridan,” she continues, turning to you. The look on her face is earnest and concerned, and it somehow only raises the temperature in the room. “I just think it might be nice, and maybe make things more… official. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I do,” Sollux comments, and you have to cross your legs to keep your bulge from extruding right then and there. Stupid sexy lowblood. “Come on, FF, he obviously wants it. Let’s just get to business and see how things work out.” You manage a nod, hoping it doesn’t look too pathetically desperate.
“Oh, alright,” Feferi replies. She sits back, settling into the couch, and takes your hand in her right and Sollux’s in her left. The next thing you know, your hand is resting on her breast. The soft, yielding flesh under her swimsuit is an entirely new texture, and she smiles indulgently at you as you slowly, wonderingly move your hand. Her nipple is already hard - probably no thanks to Sollux, whose hand is already underneath the fabric, the pervert - and she draws in a little breath as you cautiously pinch it. “Come closer,” she says, grabbing both of you by the shoulder and pulling you in to snuggle with her. Your face is right next to hers and only a few inches from Sollux’s and it is a little overwhelming to say the least, but you are determined not to be shown up by your kismesis (and doesn’t that feel good to say) in front of your matesprit (almost as good as that feels, actually!). Fef shifts on the couch with a quiet sound as you palm her breast with a bit more force, and you shoot an excited glance at Sol. He raises an eyebrow. “What do you expect, a medal?” he asks.
“Maybe a kiss?” you reply, surprising yourself with your own bravado, and he rolls his eyes.
“Don’t bite so fucking hard this time,” he says, and leans in.
==> Be Feferi Peixes.
You are FEFERI PEIXES for a bit, and you are loving this. The only problem, you reflect, is that your boys seem more interested in each other at the moment than they are in you, which wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so glubbing horny (what can you say? Sollux may have been out of line with his earlier comment, but he wasn’t wrong, and your matesprits’ kismesitude is pretty ridiculously hot if you do say so YOURS---ELF!). An inch or so of your bulge is already extruded and pressing distractingly against your underwear, and you try to get it to calm down for the moment. Sollux’s tongue working in and out of Eridan’s mouth doesn’t help with that at all, though, and eventually you give up. It’s time for a different approach.
==> Sollux: Evaluate different approach.
In your opinion, whatever is causing Feferi to take off her shirt is a good thing and should never stop being a thing that is happening.
==>Sollux: Be Eridan again.
You can’t be Eridan no matter how far down his throat you stick your tongue, but the viewpoint obligingly shifts anyway.
You take a break from kissing Sollux - only light biting, as you promised, to your slight disappointment - and notice that Feferi is undoing the ties on her top. The material is thin anyway, and ever since halfway into your eighth sweep it’s clung interestingly to her body whenever she leaves the water, but there’s something entirely different about this. She pulls the shirt away from her body, tossing it carelessly onto the floor, and your bulge almost goes crazy at the sight. She’s built from smooth lines and curves, slender and pale and muscled like a dancer; her breasts are small but perky, their tips capped with dark purple-grey, and she flashes you a brilliant smile when she catches you staring. “You’re cute,” she says, giggling, a slight purple flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
“You’re beautiful,” you reply quietly, and her flush deepens. On the other side of her, Sollux coughs.
“Welp,” he says, and pulls his own shirt off in one smooth motion. He’s not exactly what you’d call muscled - three weeks of Sgrub aside, he’s spent most of his life inside on the computer - and he’s skinny enough that you wonder (contemptuously, of course) when the last time he ate was. Before… dying, you mean. Anyway, the fact remains that he’s a stick-shaped motherglubber. His bone structure is fine, his collarbone and thoracic cage defined but not disgustingly so, and the sharp edges of his face, so incongruous with his baggy, ill-fitting T-shirt, lead right into his long neck and shoulders. You hate to admit it, but if he took proper care of himself, he might be prettier than you. But you know that will never happen, so it doesn’t worry you much. You are, however, struck with a sudden urge to mark that pretty skin of his with your teeth, nails, whatever, just to make him bleed his ugly yellow blood.
“Your turn,” Feferi says, turning back to you. Sollux brushes a curl of her voluminous hair back over her shoulder, his hand lingering on her skin, and grins. “Here…” She leans forward, bracing herself with an elbow against the back of the couch, and unwinds your scarf from around your neck. On impulse, you reach up and grab one of her breasts as she leans into you; she laughs and gives you a peck on the cheek. “Arms up,” she commands, sitting back on her heels and demonstrating, and Sollux comes over and pulls your shirt off in one motion, catching your glasses and nearly your horns as well. You make a rude gesture at him; he raises his eyebrows and licks his lips. God, you hate that guy.
==> Feferi: Admire Eridan, then remind him who he belongs to.
Watching Sollux take his shirt off is a delight, and your bulge extrudes another inch or so as your body remembers the feel of him, the heat of his bare chest against your bare back. But Eridan is new, and you feel a little shiver as Sollux carelessly pulls the shirt off of your childhood friend. Eridan is the tallest of the three of you, and everything about his body is long to fit his height - his neck, his arms, his fingers. It gives him a thin look despite the smooth muscle shifting just underneath the surface of his skin - compact, smooth deltoids and biceps, the hint of abs showing above his belt. The gills on his sides are rich royal purple, the same color as the shock in his hair, and you are struck with the sudden urge to trace them, just to see how he’ll react (yours aren’t very ticklish, but maybe his are?). You manage to keep the impulse under wrasse, though.
He’s currently fighting with Sollux over his glasses, and they’re getting physical very quickly with the heat of skin on skin; as much as you want to enjoy the show, you’re starting to feel a bit left out again. The boys have landed on the floor now, wrestling on the carpet, and you deftly insert yourself between them, straddling Eridan’s hips as he leans back against the couch; Sollux obligingly takes up a position behind you, embracing you, and you smile. But this is about Eridan, and you lean forward, giving him a quick kiss. “How are you feeling?” you ask. “Everyfin alright?”
==> Eridan: Kiss the girl, you runt.
You thought being so close to Feferi earlier was overwhelming, but you had no real idea, did you? A whole new world of whelming opens up as she straddles you, her curvy hips opening to either side of your legs. You’re fairly certain that your bone bulge is almost directly below her nook, and your bulge extrudes a few inches to investigate and make sure. Fortunately it ends up going down your pant leg instead of between the two shifting plates of bone; that would be a great way to end the festivities for the evening. You miss what Feferi asks you, but that’s alright. Her face is inches from yours, her sweet breath tickling your nose, and she looks delighted to be there. In lieu of an answer, you wrap your arms around her, pulling her bare chest to yours as you stifle her surprised squeak with a kiss. Enough of this pecking nonsense, though; you tangle a hand in her hair and open your mouth wide, capturing her tongue as she slips it between your lips. She hums happily, reciprocating, as Sollux busies himself planting kisses on her bare shoulder. “That’s a yes,” she says, giggling, when you finally let her away for air.
“Howw is it that you two havve so much… experience?” you have to ask, panting for breath slightly. Sollux plays idly with Feferi’s breasts as you run your fingers up and down her sides, avoiding the lines of her gills (yours are ticklish, and as adorable as that might be, you don’t want to upset her). “I feel kinda lost here.” Sollux and Feferi exchange glances, and surprisingly, it’s Sollux who blushes.
“We had a lot of time to kill,” he says, shrugging. Now Feferi blushes too, and she leans forward, eager to change the subject.
“You don’t really have to worry about it,” she says teasingly, and lifts herself up off of you just long enough to reach down between her legs and unbutton your pants. Your bulge, almost fully extruded, writhes beneath the fiberplant material of your underwear, your body instinctively seeking the heat and touch of Feferi’s palm. Feferi lets out a little coo of happiness, which is probably the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever heard, and obliges, placing her hand directly on the stiffening bulge. “Oh my cod, it’s so cute,” she cries, grinning. “Look how eager he is, Sol!” No, that was the most embarrassing.
“Hey,” you protest, your face burning. “Wwho’s glubbin’ fault do you think that is, huh?” You try to draw your legs in a bit, but that’s stupid; Fef is sitting pretty on your hips, and she doesn’t seem likely to move anytime soon. She rolls your bulge gently around with the heel of her hand, which is absolute torture; you can’t keep a quiet gasp from escaping your lips, and - of course - it doesn’t escape Sollux’s notice.
“Aw, sounds like he might be getting a bit overexcited,” the mustardblood comments, shifting a bit on your legs. You can feel something hot curling powerfully against your thigh and are eager to call him on his hypocrisy, but Fef’s hand feels too good to do anything but whimper a little. Sol’s bulge is definitely affecting you, though; you can feel your nook start to creep open, getting ready to accept its girth, and you grit your teeth. “Wanna give him something to play with, FF?”
She nods eagerly, and Sollux runs his hands down her sides - pushing yours out of the way, naturally - until they rest on her hips. You watch his hands with as much wariness as you can muster given Fef’s tender ministrations, eyes narrowing in suspicion as he starts to root around in her skirts. Finally he lifts the colorful drapes of cloth away, sliding them behind Feferi’s legs, and you get your first good look at her crotch, framed perfectly by the pearly skin of her thighs. Her underwear is black, the fabric stretched by the prominence of her bone bulge, and the length of her bulge is clearly visible curling above and around the protective cup. You swallow hard; she’s excited, the tip of her bulge snaking around restlessly, and you feel your own bulge engorge to full readiness at the sight. This, of course, earns you another coo from Feferi, and she hooks her thumbs into her waistband. “Ready?” she asks, sliding her underwear down slowly.
“Wwait, Fef,” you say quickly, visibly surprising her. She cocks her head at you, and you smile as reassuringly as you can manage with your central vascular bladder beating so fast. “I just wwanna…” you begin, not bothering to finish the sentence as you reach out a hand. The skin of Feferi’s stomach is smooth and hot, and she draws in a breath as your fingers slip downward, edging beneath the elastic around her hips. The tip of her bulge finds you immediately and curls around your fingers, intertwining into a complex weave in seconds. Her skin is soft and dry over an inner core of flexible tumescence and almost surprising heat, and you run your thumb over the closest curl as you slowly draw her out. And then the strange sensation you’ve been getting makes sense.
For a moment, you’re almost stunned. Yes, you know you’re staring, and yes, it’s impolite, but her bulge is nothing short of gorgeous. It’s the same sublime tyrian shade as her blood, naturally, but it doesn’t stop there. Her bulge uncurls from around your fingers for a moment, and as it straightens out, the other tips unfurl, eight in total, growing from the central spine like a leaf, or a rare and beautiful piece of seaweed. She laughs out loud, and even Sollux smirks at you as you watch her curl into and around herself. You are presently aware that your jaw is hanging open a little.
“Wwoww, I… didn’t expect anyfin like that,” you say, reaching out your hand again. This time, free of the constraint of her underwear, Feferi fully captures your hand, wrapping each finger individually with one or more feelers. You’re well and truly caught, it seems, and her various tips roam across your skin, stroking and petting your hand with little intimate motions.
When you look back up to her face, though, she seems worried. “You don’t… mind, do you?” she asks quietly, flushing. “I know it’s unusual… even Sollux gave me carp about it the first time, like he’s one to talk.” She casts him a look, and he shrugs. “But I guess this is just how mine is…” She looks a bit embarrassed, and you give her your best reassuring smile for the second time in as many minutes.
“You’re beautiful, Fef,” you say, rubbing her central spine with your thumb. “I thought I already told you that.” It’s so, so sappy, but you feel your central vascular bladder melt when she finally looks back up at you, hesitant and shy like you’ve almost never seen her before.
She smiles, reaching out and touching fingers with you. “Thanks.” After a few more seconds, Fef bites her lower lip, and you smirk, giving your fingers a bit of a wavy wiggle. She shudders, letting out a quiet moan, and lifts herself off of you long enough to pull her underwear down as far as she can, until the elastic frames her bone bulge like a picture.
Sollux has joined you in running his hands over her, focusing on her base and the folds of skin around her sheath, and you can feel her shuddering gently at the sensation. “H-hey, easy, Sollux,” she says, back to business. “I don’t wanna cum until we’ve had a chance to try this.” She looks pointedly at your own bulge, still trapped in your underwear, and hooks her fingers into your waistband. You spring forth as she pulls, uncoiling up into the air - a lovely rich shade of purple, if you say so yourself - and almost immediately, your bulge wraps itself around Feferi’s. The sensation is intense, and you throw your head back with a grunt. Feferi practically convulses, letting out a loud cry as you wrap tighter around her, and Sollux wraps his arms around her waist, holding her tightly. “Oh, yes,” she moans, rubbing her hips down against you. “Yes, yes…” Your bare bone bulge is grinding directly into her already open nook; you can feel her shame globes trembling with each brush of contact, and after a particularly rough thrust of her hips, Feferi’s breath hitches and she lets out a quiet sigh. A small trickle of tyrian purple traces a trail down your bone bulge - frothy, thick liquid, the indescribably precious genetic material of the Heiress. You can feel a small amount more soaking into your underwear, far less than you would have expected.
“Fef, don’t tell me you just…” you ask, raising an eyebrow. You can’t quite bring yourself to say the word, even with your bulge still wrapped up in and writhing together with hers, and Sollux snorts, leaning a bit to grab the weave of your bulges and work the both of them over with his hands.
“Nah,” he said, seemingly oblivious to the amount of attention you are able to pay to him talking right now, which is close to zero. “That happens a lot when she gets too excited, which is fucking always because she’s way too fucking sensitive. I blame her weird-ass bulge.” This last is directed to Feferi herself, spoken almost directly into the nape of her neck along with a kiss, and she sticks her tongue out at him. “Don’t worry, ED - we’re just getting started.” He gives your bulge wrap a squeeze, and Fef moans again. You grit your teeth to deny him the pleasure of hearing your voice, but it’s a near thing.
“Here, Sollux, touch me,” Feferi murmurs, lifting her hips a little. The movement shifts her nook away from your bone bulge, and Sollux slides his hand between the two of you. You can feel his hand pressing on your cup as he slips a finger into her wet nook, and Feferi’s tendrils tighten around you as he strokes one of her globes. “Yes, right there…” Sollux’s ministrations continue to pulse down her length at regular intervals, and you ball your fists hard. Feferi takes your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours, and holds Sollux’s with the other as her breathing grows heavier.
It’s not like she’s the only one getting anything out of this, either. Her bulge is hot against your own, and she’s squeezing hard, harder than you’ve ever tried on your own, but it feels good. Really good. Unbelievably good. You want to throw your head back and close your eyes, but you don’t. You keep your eyes locked on hers - and it’s so easy to fill in her blank white gaze with purple, the stunning, powerful eyes of a monarch in her prime. She’s of age for it, after all. But it’s easier to fill her eyes in with yellow - the way she had looked when you saw her last, and the way you remember her even now. She sparkles in your memories - sometimes smiling, sometimes laughing, sometimes quiet and sometimes sad, but always bright and vivid and alive, so alive you felt thin and cold and small in comparison - and you were the one to strike her down, to snuff the star with your petty stupid jealousy and misguided hate, and you feel the tears coming again, stinging your eyes mercilessly. “Fef,” you croak, finally squeezing your eyes shut, unable to face her anymore. “I’m -”
Her arms are around you before you can even finish the sentence. You feel her soft lips dart to your eyes, and then your foreheads are touching; her eyes are the first thing you see when you open yours. “Shh, Eridan,” she says, pressing a shaky hand to your lips. “I missed you so much, you know. I’ve spent so long looking for you out here. Even with their help, I just couldn’t…” Her breath is coming faster now, and Sollux breathes an inaudible curse. More genetic material soaks into your underwear, but your attention is focused on her. Only on her. “I said it earlier, that you broke… I really felt like I was talking to someone else sometimes. Like you’d been taken over by your anger. And I missed you.” She holds you tighter, letting out a sharp gasp as she squeezes you with more force than before. “I missed the boy who carried me home that night, and wrapped my foot, and let me sleep with the window open because I was scared without the sound of the waves. I missed him.” She buries her face in your neck with a cry, sucks in three sharp breaths. “Well, now I’ve found you again, Eridan,” she whispers harshly, her lips brushing your face. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. Don’t cry. You don’t have to be alone anymore.” And her bulge ripples around yours, and she mashes her lips to yours and screams into your mouth as a flood builds up in your hips and rushes up your length. Rich royal purple explodes up between your bodies as Sollux swears again, pulling his hand free and releasing a gush of Feferi’s precious essence that soaks your lower body and spills out into a puddle around you. She collapses shuddering into you, feathering kisses on your lips and face, and you hold her tightly, tasting her tears and yours on your lips.
“I lovve you, Fef,” you say. No matter how inadequate the words are, no matter how inadequate you yourself may feel… her eyes meet yours, and even if you can’t believe in yourself, you feel a bit stronger knowing that she can, and does, and will forever. “Cod, I’m so fuckin’ flushed for you, Fef…”
“I love you too, Eridan,” she says, snuggling into you heedless of the mess you just made. “My grumpy gills.” You can’t help but snort at the nickname, and Sollux does too. Fef’s head is buried in your neck, so she can’t see the look he gives you… and you almost wish you hadn’t, either. His eyes are tender as he watches her snuggle into you, and when he looks up at you there’s something approaching approval, as well as thanks, in his good eye. It’s almost enough to make you not want to hate him for a bit!
“Jegus, you guys made a mess,” he says after a long moment, not even mentioning the confessions. It’s like he’s trying to tear this kismesitude apart, you swear. Feferi laughs against your thoracic cage, pulling away with her fingers laced in yours; her body is practically painted in your royal purple, a sight which no doubt sends more of the color to your face. “Like, you didn’t even try for the bucket.” He extends a hand to brush a stray curl of hair back from Feferi’s face, then realizes that his hand is literally dripping with tyrian purple. He reconsiders. “All in the process of majorly coldbulging me, by the way,” he adds accusingly. “ED.”
==>Eridan: Aggrieve.