Length: About 4k words
Rating: E

Happy birthday, @notaficwriter! Have some porn. Also a happy birthday month to @pagerunner-j and @out-there-on-the-maroon. Yay for arbitrary deadlines! And a happy birthday to myself tomorrow. My present to myself is positive attention. I hope. Or just the satisfaction of having finished a chapter, I guess.

“Oh, hello there, darling,” Vex greets him as she approaches the
giant-ass tub he has all to himself, filled to the brim with steaming hot water
that smells faintly like strawberries. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Who’d have thought,” he agrees, trying to sound nonchalant, probably,
but his tone has a slight tinge of both trepidation and reverence to it – both
things she heard in his voice the night before, though something tells her the
trepidation is entirely unrelated to her naked body this time, mostly due to
the fact that she hasn’t even revealed it yet.

Well. It might be somewhat related to the burns and bruises scattered
over her body from where the meteors had hit her, the large patch of dry and
cracked skin on her side, and angry red marks burned into her skin from where
the poison breath had hit her before killing her. She’s not sure, but
considering how she still has an impact scar tinged with green at the center of
her chest, maybe healing magic doesn’t quite get rid of the marks of fatal
attacks. Nine hells, she still has bite and claw marks from the pit fiend that
haven’t quite healed over yet.

And Percy still has every single scar caused by Ripley’s bullets on his
chest.

“Yeah, you know…” She drawls out as she drops her bathrobe, still a few
feet away from the tub. “I could have gotten my own tub, but that just felt
incredibly lonely somehow.”

“Understandable,” Percy says, his eyes following her robe down her body,
but catching on the new scars and bruises courtesy of both Thordak and Raishan,
but mostly Raishan. “It’s also just more efficient to share. Saves water. And
time.”

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