Perfect Manic Sex - chapter 8
She lifted herself to a crouch then stretched, feeling her cramped muscles twitch and clench in protest. There was something rigid on her nose, had been digging into her face as she slept, so she pulled it off her face, setting it behind her on the floor... She was suddenly distracted by motes her movements had stirred up drifting in the light before her. They seemed to swim before her, dancing in the air, then drifting downwards again as a nearby machine clicked into a different direction, pausing in its side to side motion before oscillating back in the other direction only to scatter them once more. Her thoughts tried to escape her in the same way: she was missing words and the world felt as if it had been tipped on its side.
The machine had turned far enough to blow air across her damp flesh, causing minuscule bumps to erupt across her skin, before sliding away again. It was simultaneously soothing and arousing. Her nipples pebbled, and she allowed herself to rub at them distractedly. She inhaled through her open mouth and could taste the intertwining scents of her mate's sweat, her own sweat and slick, the food he had gifted to her. She reached for the food, stuffing salty meat into her face, chasing the taste down with sweet orbs, the flavors of which exploded on her tongue. She consumed everything her mate had provided, gulped down the watery sour-drink, then spread tiny pieces of ice across her chest, against her nipples, between her breasts, one by one. They melted nearly instantaneously upon contact with her flushed skin, joining the sweat that coated her skin within seconds.
She...turned her attention to her mate. He was sleeping peacefully despite the fact that he had blood smeared across his face and hands. She crept closer, fingertips probing at his puffy, purpling nose. Affection rose up in her chest; she didn't know much right now, but she knew she loved his nose. She didn't want him to be in pain or damaged. She pinched the stiff...cartilage bit beneath the skin, gently probed, then pulled. There was a click as the hidden nose parts went back into place. Her mate jerked awake, groaning, panting with the pain of it, and froze beneath her gaze. She brushed her fingertips across his nose once more, golden light dancing across his skin, swelling easing... There. Perfect.
