When She Wishes (Risdaverse)

by Ruby Dixon

If he leans over me and fluffs my pillow and I catch a whiff of his scent? Hot. So hot. Shoving mugs of tea into my hands? It...

Am I uncomfortable and ungainly? Yes. Does my libido care? It does not. It has apparently decided that I need sex and that Bodhrri is the solution to all my problems.

I don't act on it, of course. I don't act on any of it. But I have lots and lots of dirty thoughts.

Like today. Earlier he made me a breakfast of veggie pancakes (which sounds gross but were actually amazing), changed out the blankets on the bed so he could wash them, and right now h...

"Which leads into my next question—can I borrow your shower? If it won't bother you to have me in there, of course. If it does, I'll make do."

He's such a sweetie

"Take a break at some point," I joke feebly, gesturing at my body. "Wallow a bit. Like I am." His expression turns absolutely serious. "You are taking care of yourself and our children. There is no job more important."

wishing I knew how to talk to him comfortably. To gush out all of the thoughts and feelings I've been having for the last few months, and how those feelings have been amplified in all new directions now that he's here. But I just pick at the bedsheets and feel awkward.

"If you need anything, you come to me, yes? It is my great joy to do this for you, Payton. I hope you realize that." I hope he realizes I'm probably goin...

But I must go slow. I do not want to scare her off, and I don't know a lot about human courting rituals. I have to let her set the pace of things.

For now, I will simply take care of her. I will tend to her farm and clean her home. I will make sure she does not push herself too hard and that she gets naps. I will feed her good, nutritious meals. Perhaps that will be enough to tell her that I could be a good mate to her.

Having Bodhrri here is utter bliss. In the space of a month, he's gotten the farm into shape and somehow made himself indispensable to me.

but as the doctor eases me off bed rest now that my fatigue is improving, I'm trying to do more around the house. I have to fight Bodhrri to let me do anything, though.

"Your job is simply to grow the children," he tells me. "I can do everything else."

Sometimes I get restless, though, so Bodhrri bought a bunch of scraps from the tailor in town so I can make blankets and tiny clothes out of the castoffs.

It doesn't help that Bodhrri's everything I wanted in a partner. He's warm and caring. I love talking to him. Love just hearing about his day. His sense of humor matches mine.

He loves a good cup of tea, fresh air, and morning sunrises. He approaches every day with enthusiasm, and even the smallest of chores make him happy because he's here on Risda. I know just how he feels. This planet is a gift, and I have yet to take it for granted.

It's his enthusiasm for life that I find as appealing a...

I try to come up with things I don't like about him and...I can't. I don't even mind that he's fuzzy and has different, cat-like features. That's just who he is. He's aff...

"It is a lucky day, then. Guess what they had in stock at the store in Port?" I gasp, my mouth watering. "No! Pickles?" He nods.

"The farm that makes them brought back a fresh batch, so I bought all of them." I moan with excitement, pressing my hands to my mouth. "You did?" "I did," he agrees, smug with pleasure.

I have the urge to cry out of sheer happiness. "You didn't have to, Bodhrri." "Of course I did. You crave it, and I will make it happen."

"You should lack for nothing." "You're spoiling me," I say, taking a spear of pickled root and crunching on it.

Then he sits on the other end and indicates I should bring my feet to him. Is he...serious? "What are you doing?" I ask. "You said I should elevate them, right?" "Yes, but I can rub them, too. Try to get your blood flowing. I thought it might be helpful. Would it bother you?"

Mutely, I shake my head and eat another pickle. Would it bother me? Absolutely not. Will it turn me on an insane amount? I mean...probably. "It's not necessary..."

"I would love to rub your feet," Bodhrri says. "I love taking care of you and the children." He's not real. This all has to be a hallucination, a fever dream brought on by pickles and pr...

"You jerk! That's not funny!" "It's kind of funny," he says, laughing. I'm laughing, too, because it's broken the weird tension we've had between us.

"How can you tell they're ugly if you can't see them?" he teases, and I chuckle all over again.

"Feel better?" he asks. "Or do you have suggestions for how I should touch you?" Yes, between my thighs and with your tongue, I think. Instead of saying this, I mutely shake my head.

Somehow this is easier to talk about than living quarters. I gesture at my belly. "Did you want to touch? To feel them moving?"

His eyes go wide. His whiskers twitch, and he gazes down at my body, sprawled on the couch. His fingers squeeze my feet lightly. "You...don't mind?"

"Not if it's you, no. I figured you might be interested in hearing them move around, especially since they're part of you." I bite my lip the moment the words come out, because I've been deliberately avoid...

"I didn't want to go in with preconceived notions of having a boy or three if it turns out they're all girls. They'll show up and I'll love them all the same, no matter what gender." He lifts his head and smiles at me. "It will be a day full of surprises."