#e. millie

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unprompted starter for @fatemastered

Stepping out of the bathroom, Millie's heart is in her throat. Moxxie's down the hall, but she isn't ready to see him yet. Isn't ready to get his hopes up. She's staring at the test, waiting. It's a digital screen, how long could it take? The box says five minutes and it's flashing the stupid "testing" message at her. She should have set a timer.

The testing message flashes for a final time and changes. The familiar sentence of "not pregnant" stares back at her. She feels her heart sink into her stomach. She had been so sure this time. So sure.

She throws the test. The plastic bounces off the wall and smacks against the floor, landing at her feet. She backs up against the wall and sinks down to the floor. Knees pressed to her chest. She won't cry. She refuses to cry over a baby that isn't there. But she feels her eyes stinging at the corners anyway and folds her arms on her knees to rest her head against them.

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"If you were a fruit, you'd be a FINE-apple!" | shameless flirting moxxie @ millie | @moxxietude

Looking up from the paperwork in her hands, having been helping him with the monthly budget, Millie blinked for half a second. Then a gap-toothed smile spread onto her face and she snorted a laugh, covering her mouth with both hands, dropping the papers onto the desk. It wasn't the first time he's flirted with her at work, or even given her such cheesy pickup lines, but it certainly was the cutest one yet.

"That's pretty cute~" she giggled back, leaning on the desk. Folding her hands under her chin, she fixed him with a half-lidded smile and flicked her tail. "Not quite as cute as you, though."

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continued from here for @moxxietude

Millie worked quickly, fingers grazing the cut on the side of his temple gently to check its depth. Nothing too worrisome. Probably a little stunning, but he wouldn’t need any stitches. Then she was inspecting the rest of him as tenderly as possible. Grabbing his hand in a desperate bid to keep herself calm. She wasn’t scared, really. She was furious. But fury wouldn’t help either of them.

He asked if they got her. She shook her head. It was a lie. Blood was soaking through the dark fabric of her shirt and into the jacket she wore from a knife to the side. She wondered if it hit something vital. Her vision was getting narrow.

“One heck of a date night~” she teased, trying to smile as she pulled him up to sit up. Features flickering with the slightest wince as she did.

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continued from here for @moxxietude

When he leans into her shoulder, she presses a tender kiss to the curve of his temple. And when he lifts his head again, she runs a hand soothingly up his back and around his side without pulling him too close. Present without crowding in. She didn't want to suffocate him. Tail twisting into a loving tangle with his own, she nuzzled into his cheek, pecking another kiss in her wake.

"You wanna talk about it?" she asked carefully. He didn't have to, and she hoped he knew that, but Millie wanted to be there for him in all the ways she could be. What else did their wedding vows mean. In sickness and in health? Naw. That was the bar on the floor when Millie liked to high-jump. "I'm here if ya do... Or I can go get ya a cup o' cocoa. Whatever ya wanna do~"

Another little kiss. The third since his waking. She could go on and on kissing him and he probably knew it too.