Written for Boyd Appreciation Week 2022, Day 5: Slice Of Life. @softranswolves.
Relationship(s): Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd & Hayden Romero, Vernon Boyd & Original Female Character, Vernon Boyd & The Hale Pack 2.0
Tags: POV Vernon Boyd, Alternate Universe - Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Alpha Derek Hale, Background Relationships, Fluff, Slice of Life, Non-Graphic Smut, Erica Reyes Loves Vernon Boyd, Vernon Boyd Loves Erica Reyes, Future Fic, Married Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes
Summary: It's just another Tuesday in Boyd's life.
There's heat on his back, on his legs, and there's friction as he rubs against the mattress and he moans, unable to resist. Erica's leg fall open just a little more as he shifts himself into position, his boxer-briefs clad cock against Erica's nightgown-covered, wet, warm hole. She's half-asleep, never one to wake-up early, and he thrusts upward, slow and sleepy. A few thrusts in and Erica's eyes are fluttering open, eyelashes framing the most gorgeous pair of eyes he's ever seen. Maybe he's biased, but at this point, the only thing he cares about is pressing so very, very close to his wife.
"G'morning," Erica says, voice rough from sleep and previous night's face-fucking. He doesn't let her speak more, captures her lips with his and starts thrusting harder, rougher. He's always felt more energized when she's awake.
They kiss and kiss and kiss, soft and lazy, a contradiction to the way their hips are working against each other's. In minutes they're both stilling, in sync with each other; their pulse, their race to the finish line, their tongues, all of it syncing and stopping at once, the thread of fate binding them together glowing golden as they both pant heavily.
He'd always believed in destiny, way back when he was still a child unaware of the power of the Moon. Meeting Erica had only reinforced it, and with every breath and love-filled orgasm they continue to share, his faith in destiny only increases.
There's no one in this world who could have meant more to him, and he's so, so glad that he gets shower Erica with his love everyday. Euphemism not intended, but it's not like it's not true.
Erica, who had slid off of him, curls against his side now, hand coming up to pet his chest hair she refuses to be cut. She whispers, a little bit giggly, "I know what you're thinking about,"
He turns his head and watches her for a moment, puts his on top of hers on his chest. Strokes with his thumb, little circles of comfort and touch. Asks faux-dubiously, "Oh? Do you, now?"
She clears her throat, and when she speaks her voice is considerably low. "Erica is the best. I love Erica. Erica and I are meant for each other. I love Erica more than I love blueberry pancakes—"
He moves, quick and swift, and bats away Erica's struggling hands away from his body as he envelops her smaller one with his own. He intertwines their fingers together, her arms folded above her head, and waits for her laughter to dwindle down into appreciative sighs.
"I love it when you get all up on me," she says, and he refuses to smile, keeps his face stoic.
"I am sad," he declares, "Nay, devastated. Six years we have been together, nearly a month since we have been married. And yet you believe a lie about me."
She quirks her eyebrow, head bobbing seriously as she follows along. Licking her lips, she asks, "Is it about me saying you love me more than blueberry pancakes?"
