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Somehow time had gotten away from Drifter and he realized it had been ten days since he'd been home, staying in the tower overnight and forgetting to care for himself again. He'd told Eris that important work had come up and that he might have to make multiple supply runs that would span a few days… but this was nearly a fortnight of time away from the missus.
How had things slid so quickly? He sighed and scrubbed a hand through his beard before quickly drafting a message to Eris telling her to expect him back at the Derelict. This was mainly to avoid having a weapon aimed at him in his own kitchen again, after he'd forgotten to warn her once before and had startled her during her breakfast routine. There was still a scar in the wall where she'd narrowly avoided his nose.
No affirmative response came, even after he'd stolen back to their vanguard residence (oh how that made his heart tremble, he'd changed over the years hadn't he) and took a quick shower. Without bothering to dress, the Drifter threw his towel around his waist and transmatted over to the Derelict inside his sleeping quarters. The room was near complete darkness, his singular hanging light set to its dimmest setting above his desk. It illuminated the curve of his partner completely asleep in a lounge chair, a large curved foam seat he'd brought into his space for her to read in while he worked. On her chest was a cat he didn't recognize. That was odd.
The large tomcat glanced up at Drifter with pale blue eyes, reminding him strangely of Elsie. The cat's fur was long, an absolutely massive creature that seemed bulkier from the fur. It was dark grey with a unique pattern to it, varieties of lighter and darker shades creating bold swirls and lines. His ears had strange tufts of fur, and his whiskers were almost all some strange split between half black and white. Its yawn showed off large teeth, toes stretching apart before retreating into the nest of fur his body made.
Well, Drifter couldn't very well interrupt her to put her to bed with the cat in the way, so he walked over to nudge it away. It lifted its head and bunted his hand, a friendly headbutt gesture the man understood to be greetings. He gave it a solid scratch between the ears before carefully scooping it up, one hand cradling its butt and the other holding the armpits. Drifter set the tomcat beside her head on the chair, where the sleepy fluff stretched again and stared expectantly upwards to him.
It was nothing to gather Eris up and transfer her after that with minimal interference to her sleep. There was a note on his desk:
Saint has recommended that in times of distance from loved ones that I have a creature to have as company. This is Nathaniel, he is what the Golden Age humans liked to call a Maine Coon; I suppose his lineage must hail from somewhere near North America. I adopted him with the help of Miss Hawthorne. Crow says he can keep an eye on my pet while neither of us inhabit the Derelict, so long as I deliver him to the H.E.L.M. before departing. Please feed him one serving of wet food in the mornings and one portion of dry food in the evening if I am not awake to do so. Thank you, Germaine.
He had to admit it wasn't the worst idea she'd been roped into. Nathaniel, whom Drifter decided to call Nat in his head for short, rubbed against his leg while he zoned out in the middle of the bedroom idly. Nate's meows were strange little chatters, like a grumpy old man. He was instantly taken with this burly little man. They bonded with some more head scratches for a few moments before he checked the time: it was the middle of the night, time enough for him to catch a few hours of sleep.
His towel was shocked over the back of the desk chair unceremoniously. Drifter gingerly climbed into bed beside Eris, the soft skin of her thighs below her sleep shorts a pleasant experience after being away so many nights. Her tiny snores were endearing. Of course it would be right about now that his cock would twitch awake, warm skin against his reminding the man that he'd been ignoring those needs as well.
He shifted from spooning her to laying on his back; the Drifter huffed slightly, considering what he should do. She had mentioned long ago that it was okay to wake her, but Eris had been keeping such erratic patterns recently to keep up with the Guardians that he was loath to wake her. A nefarious idea surfaced as he sat up to an elbow next to her; from behind, his wide hand cupped her ass, the shorts she wore were thin cotton that clearly had nothing underneath.
Eris smelled of fresh soap and something distinctly all her own, a cross between lavender and chamomile which she kept in satchels where her clothes were stored. His nose skimmed against her shoulder while his fingers found their way into her shorts from the bottom, pressing between her ass cheeks. The fabric of her shorts was already well-soaked as if she'd already been aroused recently. His fingertips found the smooth distance between her asshole and pussy, slowly rubbing his middle two fingers to and fro against her sensitive areas. Eris hummed in her sleep, hips rocking against his hand in what he knew to be a positive response.
Each time he stroked her folds the rogue pressed his fingers deeper into her sucking depths. She rolled onto her stomach, hugging armfuls of the blankets. Eris' pussy dripped with her fluids, enough that he could smell them. Instead of his usual breakneck speed his knuckles slid home impossibly slow. The small bundle of nerves he aimed for was relaxed as he found the angle needed to stroke it, putting gradually increased pressure against it as he did. Her knees clenched, the tightness of her pussy making his cock bounce painfully. Drifter settled for pulling a pillow in between his knees for a while to give himself something soft to grind into while he worked.
His curiosity grew to seeing how far he could go before she woke up. Once she'd thoroughly soaked his hand and her thighs the Drifter pulled his fingers out, circling back to her tight little ass. Eris kept a journal, and he knew she left pages open for him on purpose, baring her depraved fantasies to him in a silent bid to share of herself. This was something he knew she'd been curious about, tempted into playing with her own asshole long ago but never enough to explore its options. Drifter pressed his sticky middle finger against her puckered ass, the outer ring of muscle allowing entry with minimal resistance. His finger twisted around to coat her with her own fluids, penetrating with shallow thrusts until he felt her hips moving, her legs squeezed together while unconscious.
Drifter carefully borrowed use of void energy, removing the traces of contaminants that would prove unsafe to her delicate areas. His finger popped out with a slight squeeze from her asshole, letting him replace it with his thumb. His two middle fingers snaked back into her pussy to grab her in a lewd hold, slowly massaging both holes while he ground his throbbing cock into the pillow. It wasn't long before Eris was twitching around his hand, the slick of her walls coating him to the knuckles as he kneaded her toward climax. She moaned in her sleep, hips bucking against his fingers.
This was where he wanted her. Drifter tucked her knees up toward her stomach and pulled her shorts around them. He gave her the softest spank he could, growling into her ear from behind.
"I brought you a present, sweetheart," Drifter woke Eris with his cock slotted against her folds, rubbing her slick along his length.
"Germaine!" Eris whined her need against her pillow, awake suddenly but happily surprised by where she found herself. "When did you get back?"
"Long enough to meet my new roommate and finger fuck you," the Drifter smiled affectionately and penetrated her pussy with enough force to knock the words out of her mouth in a huff.
Her moans keened against the walls as he took her slowly, grinding against her G-spot until he could audibly hear the sound of her juices sucking against her thighs when he thrust. Eris gave a frustrated growl when he pulled out, but found herself happily surprised when he repositioned to her ass.
"I want to feel you fall apart tonight so I know you sleep well," Drifter growled possessively. He sucked against her earlobe, pressing his way into her tight ass. It was hot and deliciously new to him, having his woman in this way. She arched into his cock, whimpering for more.
He obliged, reaching a hand around her hips to find her clit. Drifter jolted her with a gentle buzz of arc energy against her clit hood, stimulating the nerves that ran deep between her pussy and the entrance he was currently buried in. Eris bucked against him desperately trying to increase the pace but to no avail, his deliberate pace dragging out her last orgasm until she was literally begging him incoherently into the pillow.
Eris climaxed so hard he worried his cock would bruise but he continued, fucking her until he felt his balls finally twitch their release. They gasped for air together, silently overwhelmed with their pleasure momentarily.
It was then that Nathaniel reminded them of his presence by jumping on the bed, scaring the Light out of both of them. This roommate was going to need to learn some boundaries.