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storypaint) wrote2009-01-28 11:46 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-28 11:46 pm
Domesticated (Tobias/Rachel)
Title: Domesticated
Length: 471 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VII: Animorphs, Tobias/Rachel, post-series
Pairing: Tobias/Rachel
Other: PG for sexual references
Excerpt: When she gets home, dinner is in the oven, and when she slips her heels off sometimes she kisses a mouth, and sometimes she kisses the cruel beak of a predator perched on the back of a well-scratched dining room chair.
She's married to a hawk.
He goes off each day into the woods to survey his territory, and she goes to work. When she gets home, dinner is in the oven, and when she slips her heels off sometimes she kisses a mouth, and sometimes she kisses the cruel beak of a predator perched on the back of a well-scratched dining room chair.
It's not a very typical arrangement, but neither is it unique. Others are coming out of the woodwork.
"I've always known I was a whale, inside."
"I'm attracted to squirrels; I must be a squirrel."
"My partner has a thing for bats."
The laws haven't all been worked out yet; the transspecies lobby has little effect. And the transgendered are crying for their own justice, but the world's governments have all agreed-- no human morphing.
The technology is still very much under Andalite control. And so, though their situation isn't unique, it is rare.
"This isn't something you found on the side of the road, is it?" she says, grinning at him across the table. He glares back-- a hawk always glares-- and preens a couple of feathers before answering.
<Hawks don't eat roadkill.>
She laughs and he smiles internally. His voice is serious, but he knows she's joking.
"How was your day?" she asks, eating without further protest. He knows he burned the casserole around the edges; he's never been good at cooking, even when he was human all the time. But she never complains, because she loves that he does this for her.
He's tried to leave the forest, to hold a job, but it doesn't work, even when his superiors don't care that he has to demorph every couple of hours. He feels too claustrophobic in human morph, to be honest. He can't stand cubicles and the way people can sneak up on him, the way they flock together like prey. Even outdoor jobs don't work. So he spends his days in the forest and his evenings with Rachel.
<Same old, same old,> he replies with a flutter of feathers.
"Is that squirrel still calling for your blood?" she says, mischief in her eyes. She gestures with her fork and his eyes follow.
<He won't shut up until I kill him,> Tobias replies.
"After dinner, she washes dishes and Tobias flutters off into their bedroom. When she finishes at the sink, she follows after him, unsurprised to see her husband stretched out on their bed.
"You could have put clothes on," she points out. He smiles-- outwardly, this time, because he's human.
"We only have two hours. Clothes would get in the way," he says as she leaps onto the bed, laughing, into his arms. She begins to strip and he's laughing too as he kisses her, feeling like a newlywed again.
Two hours would be enough.
Length: 471 words
Prompt: Porn Battle VII: Animorphs, Tobias/Rachel, post-series
Pairing: Tobias/Rachel
Other: PG for sexual references
Excerpt: When she gets home, dinner is in the oven, and when she slips her heels off sometimes she kisses a mouth, and sometimes she kisses the cruel beak of a predator perched on the back of a well-scratched dining room chair.
She's married to a hawk.
He goes off each day into the woods to survey his territory, and she goes to work. When she gets home, dinner is in the oven, and when she slips her heels off sometimes she kisses a mouth, and sometimes she kisses the cruel beak of a predator perched on the back of a well-scratched dining room chair.
It's not a very typical arrangement, but neither is it unique. Others are coming out of the woodwork.
"I've always known I was a whale, inside."
"I'm attracted to squirrels; I must be a squirrel."
"My partner has a thing for bats."
The laws haven't all been worked out yet; the transspecies lobby has little effect. And the transgendered are crying for their own justice, but the world's governments have all agreed-- no human morphing.
The technology is still very much under Andalite control. And so, though their situation isn't unique, it is rare.
"This isn't something you found on the side of the road, is it?" she says, grinning at him across the table. He glares back-- a hawk always glares-- and preens a couple of feathers before answering.
<Hawks don't eat roadkill.>
She laughs and he smiles internally. His voice is serious, but he knows she's joking.
"How was your day?" she asks, eating without further protest. He knows he burned the casserole around the edges; he's never been good at cooking, even when he was human all the time. But she never complains, because she loves that he does this for her.
He's tried to leave the forest, to hold a job, but it doesn't work, even when his superiors don't care that he has to demorph every couple of hours. He feels too claustrophobic in human morph, to be honest. He can't stand cubicles and the way people can sneak up on him, the way they flock together like prey. Even outdoor jobs don't work. So he spends his days in the forest and his evenings with Rachel.
<Same old, same old,> he replies with a flutter of feathers.
"Is that squirrel still calling for your blood?" she says, mischief in her eyes. She gestures with her fork and his eyes follow.
<He won't shut up until I kill him,> Tobias replies.
"After dinner, she washes dishes and Tobias flutters off into their bedroom. When she finishes at the sink, she follows after him, unsurprised to see her husband stretched out on their bed.
"You could have put clothes on," she points out. He smiles-- outwardly, this time, because he's human.
"We only have two hours. Clothes would get in the way," he says as she leaps onto the bed, laughing, into his arms. She begins to strip and he's laughing too as he kisses her, feeling like a newlywed again.
Two hours would be enough.
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