[Maybe so they don't, like, roll over and die or something??? Yes, there was probably a reason but she would have to google it for the smart explanation.]
High risk, high gain? [She barely gets the words out before she's half-descending into a fit of giggles.] You know I was almost really concerned that I was going to get eaten there.
[Wait for it, Boxer.] Instead I was devoured, and I haven't regretted it since.
[Because she doesn't want a life that doesn't include Boxer. She sneaks in a little peck to his cheek before transferring herself from his comfy lap to the table. There's still a series of little pinpricks that edge along her lower stomach but there's delicious food along the way - she can withstand nearly anything for that.]
Do you have to go to work later? [She's thinking of his evening go around the bay.]
[He's taking out two plates and starting to portion out what's already done, like the veggies and the bean paste. He glances up at the clock for a second.]
Maybe sometime in the next three hours. Before it gets too dark.
[It's already kind of dark, given the downpour...so he doesn't sound entirely committed to the time frame.]
[And, really, she isn't upset about it, the hormones are just making her clingy and needy, and it turns out he's incredible at taking care of people - which is only making her selfish. But without Boxer something awful might happen, she only has to remind herself of that before her senses come back.]
Just water. [It comes out 'juswater!!!!' because she barely waits until he's set the plate down to go for the veggies.]
[Icewater it is! He fetches it for her before he sets his own plate and sits at his part of the table, bringing a glass of iced tea he made earlier with him.]
Let me know if you want seconds.
[He knows how to cook for the both of them these days: in excessive excess.]
[Not right now, of course, but good god she's starving! It's as if she hasn't eaten for the entire weekend of her bloody rollercoaster. The dumplings earn an appreciate groan of pure, food related joy. The dough with the sweet paste and how it all meshes together is just perfection.]
I have to learn how to make these. [They would be great for taking to work as a midday snack, assuming they could keep well enough throughout the day.]
So, I've kind of been wanting to ask ... [Contemplative pause for dramatic effect goes here.] What made you want to try and sleep with a girl on her period, anyway?
[They are both very kinky but even Nariko had never considered it, or was otherwise made aware that it just wasn't an option.]
[He kind of...gives her a side-eye when she says she wants to learn how to make them. He's a much more experienced chef than she is, and even these end up being a little too involved for his tastes. Workable, yes, but involved.
As for her question, however, he nearly chokes on his food, then clears his throat. How should he put this...?]
[That's probably true, but as previously discussed, she can't expect him to make them for her, and she's trying to eat out a little less. It really isn't fair to rely on him so much for every bit of homemade food. She's going to be twenty-five years old in a few months. It's time to learn how to cook.
But they move along quite easily and she actually stops eating for a second, fork paused mid-air.]
Wait, so that's ... It like .... [Just give her an extra second to fumble.] There's a, uh, reaction?
[For however much it may count she doesn't seem grossed out, just very surprised.]
Sorry. [Right. He wouldn't have been so eager if it was gross to him, but it's hard to think of that kind of blood as anything but sort of gross. She literally sits back and tries to think somewhat rationally here.]
I just never imagined it'd be something appealing. [Except.] But then again that was amazing, so clearly I can stand to broaden my horizons.
[So it'll stop being 'gross' in her head soon enough. Especially if he keeps being such an awesome boyfriend while she's in blood hell for a week out of every month.]
[She's not sure what hers is, of course, aside from her usual perfume and such, but Boxer probably knows it very well by now. But that, mixed with blood, and he's okay with it. Huh. She chews on a dumpling very, very thoughtfully.]
Alright, I have to ask. [That's your warning, Boxer: This might be a stupid or otherwise terrible question.] Can you tell before it actually starts or just when it's normally there?
[His sense of smell is super honed, after all, so it's not totally out of the realm of possibility!]
[Yes, and he always prefers when she doesn't wear perfume. She's one of the good people though, the ones that recognize that a little goes a long way. Still doesn't beat au naturale.
Yikes. This is a dangerous question to answer, isn't it? And even though he recognizes the danger in it, he feels...oddly compelled to be totally honest.]
I can tell exactly where you are in your cycle at any second.
[Honesty is the best policy ... Even when it does lead one to incredibly weird truths. Nariko lets herself process that information so that she doesn't immediately jump to her first, initial reaction: Which would be something akin to embarrassed horror. He's known this whole time! Granted, it's not his fault or even a skill that he may have honed or whatever. Something occurs to her:]
[And he...uh, takes a moment to take a sip of tea.]
And that's usually what gets me horny.
[Not that he's in the habit of announcing that a smell is turning him on, but...his natural biology may or may not have attuned specifically to her cycle now. As well as his own 'season'.]
[Yeah, she's not being very clear, so she rubs the back of her neck and then leans over to kiss him outright.]
It's really okay, Boxer.
[Like 'the thought of it gets me wet' sort of okay. It sucks to be a little bit horny and in pain at once, but such is the life of period experiencing individuals.]
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High risk, high gain? [She barely gets the words out before she's half-descending into a fit of giggles.] You know I was almost really concerned that I was going to get eaten there.
[Wait for it, Boxer.] Instead I was devoured, and I haven't regretted it since.
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Om nom nom.
[You asked for it, missy!]
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[She can barely make it through that without dissolving into a fit of giggles.]
Someone save me! Or maybe don't, ever!
[You can see how one might accuse her of sending mixed signals.]
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[He places a few kisses in her hairline before wheeling over to the dinner table.]
Make yourself a seat. Dinner's almost done.
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[Because she doesn't want a life that doesn't include Boxer. She sneaks in a little peck to his cheek before transferring herself from his comfy lap to the table. There's still a series of little pinpricks that edge along her lower stomach but there's delicious food along the way - she can withstand nearly anything for that.]
Do you have to go to work later? [She's thinking of his evening go around the bay.]
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[He's taking out two plates and starting to portion out what's already done, like the veggies and the bean paste. He glances up at the clock for a second.]
Maybe sometime in the next three hours. Before it gets too dark.
[It's already kind of dark, given the downpour...so he doesn't sound entirely committed to the time frame.]
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Will you tuck me in on the couch before you go, though?
[Please wrap up the fully grown woman again, Boxer.]
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[And the timer for the dumplings goes off. He goes to stop the timer and fish out the dumplings to put on her plate, then puts it in front of her.]
But I can make sure that you feel safe before I leave. What do you want to drink?
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[And, really, she isn't upset about it, the hormones are just making her clingy and needy, and it turns out he's incredible at taking care of people - which is only making her selfish. But without Boxer something awful might happen, she only has to remind herself of that before her senses come back.]
Just water. [It comes out 'juswater!!!!' because she barely waits until he's set the plate down to go for the veggies.]
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Let me know if you want seconds.
[He knows how to cook for the both of them these days: in excessive excess.]
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[Not right now, of course, but good god she's starving! It's as if she hasn't eaten for the entire weekend of her bloody rollercoaster. The dumplings earn an appreciate groan of pure, food related joy. The dough with the sweet paste and how it all meshes together is just perfection.]
I have to learn how to make these. [They would be great for taking to work as a midday snack, assuming they could keep well enough throughout the day.]
So, I've kind of been wanting to ask ... [Contemplative pause for dramatic effect goes here.] What made you want to try and sleep with a girl on her period, anyway?
[They are both very kinky but even Nariko had never considered it, or was otherwise made aware that it just wasn't an option.]
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Should have said 'when'.
[He kind of...gives her a side-eye when she says she wants to learn how to make them. He's a much more experienced chef than she is, and even these end up being a little too involved for his tastes. Workable, yes, but involved.
As for her question, however, he nearly chokes on his food, then clears his throat. How should he put this...?]
Um.
[How should he put this politely?]
The word 'bloodlust' is not so...figurative.
[Yeah, that'll do.]
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But they move along quite easily and she actually stops eating for a second, fork paused mid-air.]
Wait, so that's ... It like .... [Just give her an extra second to fumble.] There's a, uh, reaction?
[For however much it may count she doesn't seem grossed out, just very surprised.]
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...exciting.
[Not necessarily sexually. Sometimes it can be, though, so he tries to explain it in the broadest way possible.]
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[But, yeah, the way he says that doesn't imply sexuality all so that's ... Good? Sort of? Or something.]
Wait, so, does that mean you're aware of it? [Aaaaannnddd here comes the look of pure horror:]
Do I smell gross to you?!
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[C'mon, Nariko, why would he ever describe something that excites him as gross?]
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I just never imagined it'd be something appealing. [Except.] But then again that was amazing, so clearly I can stand to broaden my horizons.
[So it'll stop being 'gross' in her head soon enough. Especially if he keeps being such an awesome boyfriend while she's in blood hell for a week out of every month.]
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You know the smells you associate with metal? It's kinda like that. Mixed with your scent--I mean, not your body odor, just...
[Vague gesture.]
It's nice.
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[She's not sure what hers is, of course, aside from her usual perfume and such, but Boxer probably knows it very well by now. But that, mixed with blood, and he's okay with it. Huh. She chews on a dumpling very, very thoughtfully.]
Alright, I have to ask. [That's your warning, Boxer: This might be a stupid or otherwise terrible question.] Can you tell before it actually starts or just when it's normally there?
[His sense of smell is super honed, after all, so it's not totally out of the realm of possibility!]
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Yikes. This is a dangerous question to answer, isn't it? And even though he recognizes the danger in it, he feels...oddly compelled to be totally honest.]
I can tell exactly where you are in your cycle at any second.
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Wait, so, can you tell when I'm ovulating?
[After all, that's a part of it!]
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[And he...uh, takes a moment to take a sip of tea.]
And that's usually what gets me horny.
[Not that he's in the habit of announcing that a smell is turning him on, but...his natural biology may or may not have attuned specifically to her cycle now. As well as his own 'season'.]
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...............]
Oh.
[It almost comes out like a gasp, as if he's suddenly put his hand down her pants.] Oh. That's - That's okay. Definitely okay.
[LOOK it's just kind of weirdly hot, alright?]
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[He's having a hard time getting a bead on that reaction so he's not entirely sure if that's an actual okay okay or not so okay okay.]
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It's really okay, Boxer.
[Like 'the thought of it gets me wet' sort of okay. It sucks to be a little bit horny and in pain at once, but such is the life of period experiencing individuals.]
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