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LOLLLL. I BET THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU EXPECTED BASED ON THE TITLE. FOOLED YA. LMFAOOO:
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They're moving." Filia's voice was like the rustle of tall golden seagrass. Soft, breathy, wondering.
She nestled against her lover on the down pillows, causing the sheets to make crackling, shifting, restless sounds--appropriate to the impatient expectation of her heart.
The feel of Xellos's arm against hers was firm, warm, and secure. Unconsciously, comfortably, that arm pressed more tightly against her peach-velvet skin.
Xellos made a curious, intellectual noise through his nose. He was attemtping the half-hearted nonchalance that Filia always saw through, like vinegar through murk. She smiled at his reaction and waited.
Sure enough, while distractedly turning the page of some obscure quarterly journal for monsters, he reached a slightly shaky hand to her swelling abdomen and rested his palm against it. His frown barely marred his brow. But his smile slowly crept more broadly across his face, until dimples, and then white fangs, appeared. "Well, then," he murmured. "That's relatively incredible."
Filia's eyes moistened. She put down her knitting needle, suspended in the air over the diminishing space between them on the bed. It embraced a thick, warm, baby-sized sweater-in-progress: pink, of course. "I know you think it's silly how often I cry." Her giggle was saturated with tears.
"On the contrary." He wriggled closer to her like a lithe purple mongoose. His voice was a smoky purr, and she marveled at how it still inspired goosebumps and pleasure in her. "Tears appropriate to the occasion seem perfectly logical to me."
"Then..."
"Then why don't I cry when the occasion warrants it? Simple: I can't."
"You can't?"
"Nope. As far as I know, none of my race can cry."
"Never?"
"Never. Even though, contrary to myth, we are capable of the depths of despair and the heights of elation." He leaned across her, and kissed the place where her shoulder softly rounded and met her collarbone. His silky violet hair tickled her flesh. "I confess that, knowing your emotional needs...it can be a bit baffling. Even frustrating."
And Filia burst out sobbing.
Xellos's lip quirked through another of his many acts of supreme patience. "Honey, what are you doing?" He caressed her cheek idly with a thumb, turning another page of the magazine.
"I'm crying for you," she managed between wrenching hiccups.
"Oh." And he took her into his arms. He forced his shoulders not to shake too hard. His amethyst cat eyes twinkled.
"Don't laugh at me. Why do you laugh at everything? You laugh at roadkill." She produced her haughtiest sniff.
"You have big feet," he retorted. "And you snore," he added, with an evil grin.
"Your skin smells like rain and sandalwood."
"Hmmm. Your hair is liquid sunshine and your eyes are afternoon cornflowers dipped in sunset. Heh."
"Damn. You win."
"I tend to do that, yes."
"Shut up, you. I love you."
"I know. It's brilliant. But I would appreciate it if you didn't cry. That doesn't even remotely help me, Filly." He tsked.
"It doesn't?"
"Generally speaking, I would prefer to see your happiness to anything else." He said it like a weather report, in that nasal, twanging voice, that bagpipe or banjo voice.
But the sincerity was palpable.
She kissed him on the lips. Her tears washed his cheek, and then both their faces were wet and smiling.

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After a chat with Lily ( ) about how fertility is sexy and pregnancy, while uncomfortable and gross at times, is generally quite sensual and beautiful, I was like "okay, here, I will draw Filia pregnant again." LOL.

So I did.

A typical evening in which Xelloss is home from one of many badass missions for the Beastmaster. Filia is knitting baby clothes and Xelloss is teasing her about how they are all pink, and how if one of the twin eggs that she is about to lay (she's a dragon lol) is a son, he will have an identity crisis via emasculation. When Filia starts to get pissy, he commences a tickle attack or some such thing, and sings something like LOL "Firecracker" ( "she's a blond bottlerocket in the middle of the night," LOL, yayyyy XD) and is all like "O Blond Buddha, let me lay mu hand upon your tummy for good luck." LOL. or something. And she's like "O obnoxious monster, let me cut off your manhood in appreciation of your adulation." LOL.

I love bantering couples

Hajime Kanzaka owns them.

Description
LOLLLL. I BET THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU EXPECTED BASED ON THE TITLE. FOOLED YA. LMFAOOO:
******************************************
They're moving." Filia's voice was like the rustle of tall golden seagrass. Soft, breathy, wondering.
She nestled against her lover on the down pillows, causing the sheets to make crackling, shifting, restless sounds--appropriate to the impatient expectation of her heart.
The feel of Xellos's arm against hers was firm, warm, and secure. Unconsciously, comfortably, that arm pressed more tightly against her peach-velvet skin.
Xellos made a curious, intellectual noise through his nose. He was attemtping the half-hearted nonchalance that Filia always saw through, like vinegar through murk. She smiled at his reaction and waited.
Sure enough, while distractedly turning the page of some obscure quarterly journal for monsters, he reached a slightly shaky hand to her swelling abdomen and rested his palm against it. His frown barely marred his brow. But his smile slowly crept more broadly across his face, until dimples, and then white fangs, appeared. "Well, then," he murmured. "That's relatively incredible."
Filia's eyes moistened. She put down her knitting needle, suspended in the air over the diminishing space between them on the bed. It embraced a thick, warm, baby-sized sweater-in-progress: pink, of course. "I know you think it's silly how often I cry." Her giggle was saturated with tears.
"On the contrary." He wriggled closer to her like a lithe purple mongoose. His voice was a smoky purr, and she marveled at how it still inspired goosebumps and pleasure in her. "Tears appropriate to the occasion seem perfectly logical to me."
"Then..."
"Then why don't I cry when the occasion warrants it? Simple: I can't."
"You can't?"
"Nope. As far as I know, none of my race can cry."
"Never?"
"Never. Even though, contrary to myth, we are capable of the depths of despair and the heights of elation." He leaned across her, and kissed the place where her shoulder softly rounded and met her collarbone. His silky violet hair tickled her flesh. "I confess that, knowing your emotional needs...it can be a bit baffling. Even frustrating."
And Filia burst out sobbing.
Xellos's lip quirked through another of his many acts of supreme patience. "Honey, what are you doing?" He caressed her cheek idly with a thumb, turning another page of the magazine.
"I'm crying for you," she managed between wrenching hiccups.
"Oh." And he took her into his arms. He forced his shoulders not to shake too hard. His amethyst cat eyes twinkled.
"Don't laugh at me. Why do you laugh at everything? You laugh at roadkill." She produced her haughtiest sniff.
"You have big feet," he retorted. "And you snore," he added, with an evil grin.
"Your skin smells like rain and sandalwood."
"Hmmm. Your hair is liquid sunshine and your eyes are afternoon cornflowers dipped in sunset. Heh."
"Damn. You win."
"I tend to do that, yes."
"Shut up, you. I love you."
"I know. It's brilliant. But I would appreciate it if you didn't cry. That doesn't even remotely help me, Filly." He tsked.
"It doesn't?"
"Generally speaking, I would prefer to see your happiness to anything else." He said it like a weather report, in that nasal, twanging voice, that bagpipe or banjo voice.
But the sincerity was palpable.
She kissed him on the lips. Her tears washed his cheek, and then both their faces were wet and smiling.

******************************************
After a chat with Lily ( ) about how fertility is sexy and pregnancy, while uncomfortable and gross at times, is generally quite sensual and beautiful, I was like "okay, here, I will draw Filia pregnant again." LOL.

So I did.

A typical evening in which Xelloss is home from one of many badass missions for the Beastmaster. Filia is knitting baby clothes and Xelloss is teasing her about how they are all pink, and how if one of the twin eggs that she is about to lay (she's a dragon lol) is a son, he will have an identity crisis via emasculation. When Filia starts to get pissy, he commences a tickle attack or some such thing, and sings something like LOL "Firecracker" ( "she's a blond bottlerocket in the middle of the night," LOL, yayyyy XD) and is all like "O Blond Buddha, let me lay mu hand upon your tummy for good luck." LOL. or something. And she's like "O obnoxious monster, let me cut off your manhood in appreciation of your adulation." LOL.

I love bantering couples

Hajime Kanzaka owns them.