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"Mmm..." He nuzzled into her.

Wait, had she said children? While not actually a buzzkill, it did - briefly - put it aside and made him consider... other motives.

"Hmmm, now." he said, teasing, "You're not just using me for my body, are you, my fantastically ferocious wife? Because..." and now he was really teasing, nipping at her long ear, "Because I'm Sure there are many strapping, daring young men around you who could help with that, too."

Not that I'd want that. he thought, feeling a growl of posessiveness that did make it's way out, Not that I'd ever. He wouldn't want her with anyone, ever, just as she wouldn't want him with anyone, ever. There were situations where this became tricky, but they were rare. And never to occur anyway.

But, if children... would her chances be better with a full-blooded earthling man? Would she think to do that, ever, if the twins turned out to be a product of extraordinary luck? What if...

This was not the time for worrying. They had just caught a prey. They were alone. They had been alone too long. His hands wandered where they willed. "Mm. Nevermind that." he mumbled, before turning her around to kiss her face - first her cheek than her lip.

And then, for a moment in the besweated jungle, they were beyond words.

As she had napped, Votzhem had spent the time in dreamy idleness. He was rarely idle, so this was a treat (for other reasons besides). This simple... satisfaction... about life, in who he was, in who he was with... it was a rarity, and he let it seep into his skin, into the markings that he so often hid.

He moved languidly as she stirred, wrapping a hard, muscular arm around her. "Mmm. All right. We'll try for them again." he murmured. If she didn't mind the chance that they wouldn't succeed, he didn't mind the trying.

He chuckled. "I'm glad you like it." he said, stroking his beard, "I will definitely keep it." Unconciously, he traced one of the scars that lay hidden beneath it - one didn't survive in bandit lands without being scarred for it. "Maybe I'll grow it even thicker," he teased, kissing her fingers, "So you'll have to work to find my mouth."

He laughed - what could he say to that? His beard was a part of him that had changed, and he didn't want to change it back. It showed his maturity and his strength, and he liked to braid it. He was glad she liked it too.

He grabbed her, trapping her hand against his face, and kissed it playfully before letting go. He used the same movement to help her cuddle as close as possible, so close that he could almost feel her heartbeat.

"I love you." he murmured, stroking the raised bumps of the crystals on her skin. "I love you. I love our family."

And he was ready for more.