.Terran.
Her plea could make any stone heart melt. It melts mine, and I’m not even that hard-hearted. Only a little selfish. But that look in her eye and the quirk to her voice are more than enough to draw me closer until my wing stretches to accommodate her chest. Even then I feel I can’t get close enough to hold together the pieces of her that are clearly beginning to crack. Perhaps she doesn’t know it, but her fingers are strumming against my strings and she’s playing me perfectly, hitting every note and sending tremors of electricity through my skin. “How can I say no?” I tease lightly, my lips trailing feverish kisses along her neck as if to soothe her discomfort.
“You have me, Jinju. Don’t be afraid. Please.” I tell her, sensing the apprehension mingled with excitement all because she simply wanted a father-figure for her -(our, it’s mine too)- our child. Inspiration strikes, sending my ears upwards and causing my head to tilt back so that I might speak to her directly. “Why don’t you take me home?” I suggest, an impish grin twisting my lips, “While you deliver the baby, at least. I can get a sense for your likes, get to know you better, see your family…” I trail off, amber eyes glimmering mischievously as I feel the ripple of movement from her side.
“... maybe even make another one in the process, hmm?” I chuckle, the rumble of pleasure from my own chest genuine and deep.
I want to live, I want to give, I'm a miner for a heart of gold