divinetree | Maya Posting

[Hello, sweetheart~

That was it - that was everything. Two lovingly spoken words for a little life that couldn't hear them yet, and hands on her middle. She'd never had a partner to share this moment with before, and she never expected a partner to feel so potently the way she felt.

Resting a hand over his, she tilted her head a bit, though his face was still buried in her hair. In a soft, doting voice,]

I want to see you, my shadow.

[Ugh, a soft, doting voice. Peter gives a sort of wet laugh as he shifts enough to peek down at her over her own head.]

I guess I could be nice and not get your fur all wet.

[One thing Peter had never realized about himself until his whole "love affair" with Y'N began -- he's a sap. A big one. Before diving into his obsession he'd never thought of a wife, a home, children but once he had? Oh boy, he was in it deep.]

[Setting down the vial, leaning comfortably against Peter's chest and purring, low and slow. She reached up and gently brushed a tear from his face, staring at his expression and just... enjoying it. Enjoying the depth of feeling he had. A sap, for sure, and it drew her in.]

What a lovely expression you're wearing. I'm never going to forget this.

[Precious, so precious, someone feeling with such intensity as if they were completely new to emotions altogether.]

[The fluster on his face just grows. The way she's purring against his chest makes him feel stupidly soft and he's absolutely eating it up, purring right back. He leans his head in the direction of her hand unconsciously. His hands are still caught beneath her but his fingers stroke over her shape gently.]

You're a real flirt, aren't you.

[His tone is warmly amused and dips lower as he continues.]

I never thought about having anything like this. Family, children, none of that.

[It was pointless to think of things you'd never have. He was so convinced of that fact that it didn't even register in him that he ought to want that. He was nothing more than a husk slogging through the days, making review videos and taking fleeting moments of enjoyment online.

Y/N had ignited the flame to start but Maya had set it to burning fast and furious. And now? Now he couldn't quite get past that there was a teeny, tiny life in there that was part him. The good part of him, potentially the only good thing he'd ever managed to create.

He's trying not to cry all over again here.]

Thank you. I'm so glad to have the chance to be a father.

Really? That's surprising, because when I asked if you wanted to be a father, you looked at me as though I knew your deepest wish.

[Her whiskers perk up the way they always do when she's a little flustered, even if she was otherwise very good at keeping composure. The feeling of Peter's hand over her middle, rubbing like that, was making her heart thud and bringing a lot of feelings up.

But rather than dive down that emotional rabbit hole and worry her partner, it was best to bask in good memories and funny stories, instead.]

When I was young, I also didn't think about having children at all. I always wondered if I'd care about anyone the way my fathers loved each other. But at some point when I was around... oh, fifty years old? I decided I was lonesome and took a tincture to actually let myself get pregnant. I guess I've always been some degree of impulsive.

[Between that and the conversation with Vale, that implies she took one before trying with Peter, too.]

That's because you did.

[He's not shy to admit that yeah he liked the breeding aspect of it but the notion of tangling a bit of him up so thoroughly with a bit of her that it made a brand new person was very satisfying too. He rubs his cheek against her hair once she begins to talk. He vaguely recalls her saying that word -- tincture -- to Vale and pauses a moment in his nuzzling to look surprised.]

Was it your impulsivity that brought you to my place then?

[His little dump of a cabin out in the middle of the woods. When he'd come to here he wouldn't have cared whether he lived or died if Rat hadn't somehow came with him. She didn't deserve to sleep out in the woods with him even if she was technically part of said woods in a way. She had never had to hunt on her own and at first all of his efforts were to keep a roof over her little noodley head and rodents in her stomach.

That cabin was barely more than a room, run down when he found it and barely better after. He was glad to leave it behind.]

It was one of the things that brought me there, yes.

[There was a degree of her that knew that if she were going to go into heat, it'd be safer with Peter than trying to avoid Peter. Then he reacted like that to being asked if he wanted to be a father, and that changed her mind entirely on only spending the heat with him.]

Your emotions are what endeared you for certain to me, you know. I've never had someone so intensely emotional about me in a way that wasn't fear or anger. I don't think I've seen anyone feel love and longing so intensely as you seem to.

[That seems to be a real jolt to his heart yet again. He pauses in his activities of gently caressing her with his fingers and nuzzling her. He'd grab at his chest but it would mean taking his hands off of her and she's not really giving him good reasons to do that.]

I guess you've just never had someone love you as deeply as I do then.

[There's that lovesick crooning tone of his again. Peter eternally wobbles a line between gentle warm love and something more akin to a sickness when it comes to her. He had thought Y/N was it and he'd chased them through so many routes, so many shapes and types and sexes. So many games! Every time they were his one and only.

Until they weren't.

Until he saw her by happenstance and just everything else flew out the window of his soul so to speak.]

And I'll love you two no matter what. Forever.

[He really is some kind of manic, something Maya had never been the target of like this, and she loved it. Turning her head so she could rest an ear against his chest, listening to that intensely thudding heart...]

I'm counting on that, for their sake.

[In case I fail.]

Seeing how you dote on Acorn and Rat, I know I made the right choice.

[Peter's look goes from lovesick to pleased, all brightness and toothy grin.]

Acorn really is a sweet girl though. She deserves pampering for how hard she works.

She really is sweet! You've been doing a great job keeping her feathers clean and making sure she's comfortable. And for Rat... and for me. If you can handle crying and mewling too, you'll do great with a baby.

I'll admit, I've never had a pet that cried. I'm sure it won't be a big deal though.

[Famous last words? Maybe, maybe not. Peter seems incredibly indulgent with animals and with Maya too to some extent. Not that a baby is an animal but how could he not be indulgent with his own flesh and blood?]

Oh, the tears, the waterworks! With my first baby, oh, my heart broke so often every time.

By the time he was a few years old and he cried just because he was surprised or cranky. He was such a cute baby, with deep brown fur and cute little gold speckle-like spots and a few little stripes, like me. I can't wait to see how this baby looks... whether they're a tireless folk like you, or a purr folk like me.

[The more Maya reminisces about her first baby the softer Peter's expression goes. It's clear he really enjoys hearing her wax on at length about him. It's easy to construct an image of the little guy in his mind, from that fur to the speckle-like spots.

His soft looks doesn't quite fade away when her mentions of tireless and purr folk bring up a question he's been wondering about and easily forgetting.]

What does Tireless mean anyhow?

[Purr folk he gets.]

People like you! With the really faint fuzz instead of fur, no tails, all of it.

[So, a term for 'human', versus whatever earth might end up calling whatever Maya is.]

... How does that make us tireless? I know I sure like to sleep sometimes.

[Well more so now that he's determined to be around to keep her warm. Not that she needs it, of course. That and he basks in having someone to cuddle with in bed. It was pretty lonely before.]

Oh? Your folk can run and walk for far longer than any other folk.

[Humans are noted for their physical stamina, apparently!]

[Ah, he hadn't thought of it like that. He makes a show of thinking over it before he gives her a gentle squeeze before gesturing with one of his legs.]

So that's why I've got these long legs, hm~?

I like these legs.

[He was lifting it to be a little silly, but she more than happily grabbed onto his thigh to keep him from lowering it.]

I think I'd like them hiked over my shoulders, too. I'll have to try that next time we pal around.

[The moment Maya grabs onto his thigh is the moment a jolt of electric hits Peter's spine. Then there he is, meaning to joke around and suddenly sporting yet another erection.

He near literally melts. The moment of surprise on his face is gone in a second and instead he gives her this flush-faced, madly enthralled look.]

Promises, promises. I'm going to hold you to that, you know.

Do you think I'm careless with the truth?

[She'll rest a hand on his hip, very aware at how quickly she flipped his switch and thoroughly amused - and pleased - by it.]

Now that heat isn't melting my brain into a singular goal, I'm looking forward to having some real fun with you, my shadow. Let's have breakfast and have a bit of fun before packing up?

[Oh god, she's serious. If Peter could manifest hearts out of thin air he would. As it is his madly enthralled look durns a little dopey.]

Of course, darling. Anything for you~

[He'll even hop all the way to breakfast is keeping a hand on his hip is something she wants to do.]

[Mercifully, she lets go of his thigh, but her arms tug at his waist to dip him so she can reach higher on him a little better.

Even so, with him cradled in her arms and his knees bent, she can only reach his collarbone and neck. Ah well. She'll press a few flirtatious kisses on his skin, there.]

Sweet man.

[Peter makes a sound somewhere in his throat that sounds like some mix between a whimper and a dry laugh. He also drops a hand to the ground to try and support himself. He's got to be heavy, right? She shouldn't be straining herself but ... oooh Miss Maya~.]

You keep saying that. Am I really that sweet to you?

[Because Maya sure is the only one who has ever called him of all people sweet.]

But you are! You are so doting with me. It makes me want to return it tenfold. The romanticism is infectious.

[More smooches!! And honestly, he's not too heavy, nor is she needing to worry about her ligaments any time soon.]

Even if it's a sweetness reserved for me, I think that absolutely counts.

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