That's a pretty great suggestion. Ashras is in favour.

Good! She slooowly slides out, kisses him some more, then grabs condoms because he still has claws and that's an insurmountable problem of course.

Yes, excellent, Sadde is excellent, everything is excellent. Cuddly affectionate kisses. Cuddly affectionate sex. That is what should be happening right now.

It is! It really is. She snuggles up and kisses him and nibbles on his neck and shoulder and lips and makes soft whimpery noises and louder moans and eventually bites down on a scream, arching her back and shuddering, curling up her toes and squinting her eyes shut.

Yes, those. Those are great and fantastic and Ashras is great and fantastic and there'll be snuggles.

There will be such snuggles.

"Mm?"

"Yes, that." Pause. "I need to prod my brain about something a little bit but I have a tentative conclusion and I'm not sure right now's the best time to talk about it."

"...I am slightly bewildered but okay?" says Ashras.

"Well, the thing is I think I may be in love with you."

She blinks, too. "Oh. Well, that works out nicely, then, doesn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Good!" She hugs him.

Hugs!

"...do I get to call you boyfriend? I want to call you boyfriend."

"You can absolutely call me boyfriend."

"Awesome!" More hugs! So many hugs. And kisses, too.

Hugs. Kisses. Snuggles. Nuzzles. All of the affection.

So much affection!

"We're going to save the world together."

"Yep!" Stomach growl. "But for now, how about lunch?"

"Lunch. Yeah, good plan."