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[That...silent response is unnerving.]

I mean--I want a family. Really do. But it seems irresponsible to start one just to live out a fetish.

[And then he realizes...]

Don't even know if we can breed, now that I think about it.

[Alright, she can't lie and say that isn't a bit of a relief to hear! But she's sort of given him the wrong idea, here.]

No, you're right! It's more that the intoxicating part of it is, y'know. [This is silly, but all the same.] Knowing it's because of you. That they'd be yours. [Which makes ignoring the result difficult, it's part of the appeal for her.]

But you're right that it isn't a good reason to actually have any! [She's not having any kids or kraken kids or any offspring without being prepared, without knowing how the actual parental situation is going to work! That's just being responsible.]

Biology finds a way, I'd bet it's definitely possible. It might just be confusing and lacking references.

Huh.

[So let him get this right...]

You'd like that? Having a big monster baby or two in your belly? [Actually, now that he thinks about it:] Or maybe a dozen kraken eggs?

[Lay it all out there, Boxer.

She plays with her hair and her eyes wander a little, there's a big part of her that's visibly nervous but she wants to answer! Just - give her a second.]

Yes.

[She's never sounded so unquestionably shy with him, but it's worth it.] Certainly gotten off to it enough times for it to be the case.

[Granted, she's stopped masturbating as often if only because she doesn't need it anywhere near as much now, but there was that one time some weeks ago, when they'd sort of naturally had their own necessary pockets of space...]

[Seeing her so shy, but brave enough to admit what she wants bad enough to masturbate to it...it makes his heart(s) swell. God, he's so in love with her. He places a hand on her stomach as if in promise, leaning in to plant a kiss on her temple.]

We'll do it, then. We'll plan on it.

[The word "plan" is a bit of a double entendre: he means actual planning and guided fantasies, walking her through it and probably simulating sensations with his tentacles.]

[So he really - he's really talking about. Kids essentially! Shit. It's kind of an overwhelming thought, and she ends up focusing on the fantasy aspect because it's easier, and because it makes her just as happy as the possible reality.]

Thanks. For not laughing.

[She'd really like to just go ahead and thank him for everything. For existing and being so sweet and for being okay with the topic in general.]

Wh--wait, why would I laugh?

[He's got a smile on his face, though, tempted to laugh at the idea that he wouldn't take it seriously.]

Because it's embarrassing!

[Look don't ask her how that makes sense. She just fears being laughed at for something that's actually a little close to her heart. She leans up to poke at his cheeks, now she's just daring him to laugh - he'll get away with it this time!]

[He doesn't quite commit to a laugh, but he does lean in and give her a proper, but short-lived, kiss.]

So's a lot of other stuff we do.

[Like, IDK, having sex in semi-public places???]

That's just stuff, though. It's for fun or because it seems like a good idea, there's nothing else attached to it, and it always just goes back to the simple fact that I love being with you.

[... She's not making any sense, and it's so much worse because she can hear herself not making any sense.]

It's not like that when it comes to being pregnant - or even the fantasy of it. [She snorts a bit, mostly at herself.] I think about it with you and I don't feel like I'd be a shitty excuse of a parent and fuck up my children anywhere near as badly as my mother did to me. I'd love them just for existing, but I'd love them for being yours too, I'd give all the things I never ended up with.

[And that's ... All considerably emotional, it touches on a lot that she's never discussed with anyone, let alone Boxer. So, yes, touching into that is way more embarrassing them being fucked in outright public or being involved in an outright gangbang. That's just lust-fueled decision making, which has its own merit but not nearly in the same manner.]

[He gets the gist, though. The important idea behind it all. It's more than sex, it's intimacy--the intimacy that comes with making a family...making all the decisions involved. He lets her finish her whole piece before he speaks up.]

I'd love to have kids with you, Nariko.

[He puts a hand in her hair, gently ruffling it.]

But...we should probably get married, first.

[Is he proposing? Yes and no. He'd have it no other way than to marry her through discussing it, instead of some intensely romantic moment.

Yes, it's not the classic way to go about it, which seems surprising when he's such a classic kind of guy--but both of them are hardworking professionals, partners, mates in both sex and spirit. It's always been based on two-way communication, and it always will be.]

[He'd love to ... Man, he's gonna make her cry, especially with that not-proposal. While she does have an incredibly soft spot for big romantic gestures and all that, after the end result of her former relationship? This is more than okay, too. All she had wanted was the promise of a different chapter, something that could expand. It didn't have to be tomorrow or within the next six weeks, hell, it didn't even have to be within a year! That he was willing to give her that was an intensely romantic moment in and of itself, as far a Nariko is concerned.]

Then you'd really be stuck with me.

[Is she good enough for that? He can't possibly deserve to be saddled with everything that's wrong with her and yet:]

I think I'd love to marry you.

Then we'll plan for that, too. Bet there's all sorts of things you'd like for your dream wedding, right?

[He gives her a few more kisses before finishing off his flatbread and picking up the box to dispose of it. Afterwards, he wheels the both of them out to the couch, where Nariko can finally enjoy the drink that he made for her while claiming her space on his couch.]

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To be honest, I never thought it'd happen.

[Which isn't to say she doesn't have little things in mind but there's no grand, organized vision, which would better suit her organized nature. At the couch she somewhat regretfully leaves his chair and crawls onto the big cushions, making sure to grab her drink along the way. But whenever Boxer settles she's very, very likely to edge closer to him, anyway.]

Putting aside the entire conversation that just occurred [Sip, sip, sip.] marriage is really okay, then? I mean, not everyone is for it.

[He is the classic type so she wouldn't be too surprised to hear that he may have always wanted it.]

Of course.

[He settles on the side where his rum is in easy reach. Drink in one hand, woman in the other...actually, he'll be holding his game controller in his hands, once he gets his arm around Nariko's waist.]

The legislation that passed allowed monsters and humans to have legally recognized marriages, so we might as well take advantage of living in one of the world's most progressive cities.

[There have been plenty of marriages like that before, so it's not like they'll be breaking brand-new ground. BUT...]

I've wanted to get married ever since those changes were made.

[You know the benefit of having such a sizable boyfriend? She can always fit on him just right without being obtrusive to what he's doing! It's always great. She leans into him to get all sorts of comfortable ... There's a good chance she'll either get sort of tipsy and then horny, or sort of tipsy and then sleepy.]

I really can't get over the fact that you're legitimately perfect.

[He actually wants to get married, she doesn't have to feel bad about the idea! Amazing.]

[You're pretty comfortable too, Nariko; she fits just right under his arm, her waist just the right height to hook his arm around it.

He's very interested in either one of those options, because no one cuddles better than sleepy Nariko does...and the horny option is more than acceptable too. Seeing her get tipsy on his hand-mixed drinks is always a pleasure.]

A perfect monster for the perfect woman.

[He loves you, Nariko, of course he wants to marry you!]

[His hand-mixed drinks are very, very good, so good that the first one is already pretty much gone, she leans forward to set the glass down and instead tap at his rum.]

Can I have some?

[And, added onto that:] You never asked why I had that cigarette.

[Because he's a nice individual who respects other people's privacy, and is willing to talk about issues as they arrive without forcing them. And Nariko ... Kind of takes advantage of that, because it means she never really has to deal with anything difficult. But if they're going to get married then that probably has to change.]

[Damn that was fast. It was a whole highball glass!]

Oh, sure.

[Against his better wisdom, he hands her the whole handle.]

Thought you already did: old vice.

[He shrugs. Given how private he likes to be about himself, he's not really in the habit of sticking his nose where it isn't invited.]

[When you have a goal you have to work quickly! She's a little gentler with his rum just because she's not rude, but she goes for a healthy dose of that, too.]

Mm, yeah, but all vices have their origins, right?

[And none of them are good.]

When I heard about it, I knew what they'd end up doing and it drove me nuts. It reminded me of being a kid, the lack of control, repeating what you know over and over again until you verge on doubting yourself, at times. [Just recalling it creates an unsettling itch under her skin.] I hate that feeling, and I hate dead bodies. Seeing one was enough for a lifetime.

[Dead body...dead body...it's something pretty sobering, but he doesn't seem to recall her talking about this before. He takes the bottle of rum from her to take a swig of it before handing it back to her.]

Don't think this is a story you've told me yet.

It's not one I like telling, or thinking about, or acknowledging as real.

[She takes the bottle back and stares at the rim for a good few seconds. Just - do it one go, it's like ripping a band-aid off, right? So she drinks, lets it burn, and then coughs out:]

My dad is - he died. I saw him. Die.

[There.]

Woah, Nariko--

[He's a little alarmed by how hard she's hitting that. It's straight-up rum, woman, you'll burn your esophagus out!

Wow.

Okay. Time to pause his game.]

You...gonna be okay?

[Let her cough in all of her ungraceful glory because holy shit that was a bad idea and now she's regretting it.]

Yeah - yes! [Okay, maybe it's time to lay off on the booze.]

'm fine.

[There might be a patch of her throat that's incredibly pissed at her but it takes a foot of dick on a nearly daily basis, it can power through just fine.]

You don't have to talk about it if it hurts too much...

[It pains him to see her in pain, mental or physical...still, he's, uh, gonna take that booze from her for now.]

I appreciate the gesture, though.

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