felt whimsical. saw a video about how earthworms mate. this was born.
word count: 750 words
rating - F +M - fluffy + spicy! references to sex, post-sex cuddles, touching, mentions of female anatomy (boobies hehehe), implied round two, no actual smut, nakedness, established relationship, marriage, silliness, bit of a crackfic, no beta we die like men.
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"Doofus," Sweet Girl said one day as she lay entwined with her husband.
His body stretched the length of the sofa, taking up every inch with his vast bulk, so naturally, she spread on top of him like jelly on toast. Ray glanced down at the angel on his bare chest, cracking open his bleary eyes to see her equally nude form.
Their breathing had only just returned to normal, although the slight sheen of sweat on their skin was yet to evaporate. The air felt hot and heavy, still carrying the scent and heat of sex in the afternoon, as the hero could not resist her temptations. Now, they were left boneless and satisfied, basking in the afterglow of another stellar performance on his part - because the doofus was always modest like that.
Three climaxes later, Sweet Girl purred against his throat, catlike and playful as he rested against the cushions. Her nails dragged down his skin, drawing patterns around his pecs before squeezing into his biceps. She always liked leaving little crescents there. Hers.
He hummed in response, watching how she smiled and focused on tracing stars and swirls above his heart since his mushy brain barely had a grasp on speaking right now. She'd rocked his world upside down...and the scratchies felt too good to reply with anything completely coherent.
"...Wha?"
Sweet Girl paused and smushed her cheek against him. Her own words were slurred, but Ray heard them - soft and curious. Innocent and childlike. "Would you still love me...if I were a worm?"
At that, his eyes opened properly to see her smiling up at him, blinking adorably as he tried to make sense of...whatever that was.
"A worm?" He asked, his arms tightening a little when she giggled and squirmed.
"A worm. You know, a pink, wriggly thing that lives in mud."
She deserved the light slap he gave her ass - for both sassing him and for making him think when she'd wrung him dry - chuckling when she squealed. "I know what a worm is, darlin'."
"Would you still love me?" Sweet Girl asked again, and her giggles doubled when she saw the cogs whirring behind her doofus' eyes.
A frown etched itself into his forehead, turning into wrinkles and deep grooves that she smoothed with a stroke of her thumb. He caught her wrist and pressed a kiss to her pulse. "But you aren't a worm, sweet girl."
"I know that," she said, rolling her eyes as she adjusted herself. The hero grunted when she positioned herself sitting on top - a view he'd seen many times and thoroughly enjoyed - and she had to grasp his chin to refocus his gaze.
"But if I were...would you still love me?"
"Of course," Ray replied without thought. "Do I get to be a worm, too?"
Sweet Girl paused, tilting her head when he said it so seriously. Her doofus was too busy kneading her hips to truly see her amusement, palming her ass and undoubtedly working himself up again. Still, she continued.
"Why would you want to be a worm?"
"Because then we could be worms together. Worm-man and worm-woman. Worm-husband and worm-wife. We could have a mud hut and little wormlets slithering around the place."
She laughed and slapped his chest, seeing the grin playing on his lips with each utterance of worm. "Now, you're just being silly."
"You started it, sweetheart," he replied throatily, reaching up to gently squeeze her breast, his eyes melting into soft reverence as she arched into his touch. "But to answer your question, yes, I would absolutely still love you if you were a worm."
"Doofus..." Sweet Girl smiled, cupping his cheek as the man rubbed his thumb across her hardened peak. His gaze grew darker, roaming the flesh he knew so well, yet when she bent over for a gentle kiss, he was surprisingly pliant. Soft. Rumbling. Open and wanting.
"That's so sweet," she whispered upon pulling away. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Ray replied, already forming plans to show her just how much his heart felt for her, there on their cramped couch on a random afternoon. His lips found hers again, slow and languid as his tongue slipped in, exploring her taste all over again.
When they broke apart, he hummed contentedly, feeling the warmth of the sun against his skin and her comforting weight atop him. He waited precisely fifteen seconds before speaking again.
"Do you think worms have mind-blowing sex, or is that just us?"
"Oh, Raymond..."
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