Pawbloupe (Final Space)

The Aftermath of Recovering (by Nebula_Lizard)

Written by my good friend Nebula_Lizard! A follow-up to "Recovering".

It had only been two weeks since the incidents of Pawblo's recovery, and he was going on with the flow of his new normal. Wake up, Prepare for the day, say "Hello" to Cataloupe, and going to his training. Once he was at the training, Cataloupe was already there as usual, taking his own route to be early and address matters with the over Generals before they began their formal training.

Pawblo was still working on his limb strength, and regaining his mobility after his extensive recovery, so he needed help from time to time from Cataloupe. The general was going soft on him, but for more reasons than one. And nobody else had yet to know of it.

"O'Connor, Report!" Cataloupe called to Pawblo and waited. He was going to ask a few questions, then make off with him to address any made up problems, as a distraction.

Pawblo did get up, and he jogged over to stand in front of Cataloupe. "Yes sir, what do you need sir?" He looked up to Cataloupe and waited for his response, though becoming a bit nervous, seeing a cold look in his eyes and a serious tone to add onto the intensity of his stare. "You're noticeably slower than normal today. Perhaps you should take some extra time out of training, and report to my office at once for reassignment." Cataloupe stated, then looked back to the other soldiers.

"Sir yes sir", Pawblo responded, sounding a bit defeated, though he had no hesitation to leave the grounds and return into the base, going straight to Cataloupe's office as ordered for his, "Reassignment.". Once he was inside of his office, he closed the door behind him and sat down in a chair in front of the desk in the middle of the room. He waited patiently for Cataloupe to arrive, and once he did, he felt the cold stare from behind him.

Cataloupe closed the door and locked it, then he walked up behind pawblo and placed his paw on Pawblo's shoulder. "So tense Pawblo, you can relax. We aren't training, it's casual time." He chuckled and leaned down, planting a kiss onto Pawblo's cheek.

Pawblo blushed and he relaxed, as if he were being told to. He was glad that the dismissal was not a punishment, rather it being a distraction. "Okay, so what are we doing no-woah!"

Cataloupe cut off pawblo's question by pulling him out of his seat and carrying him around the desk and into his own seat. He sat down and placed Pawblo on his lap, facing him, so they were eye to eye and staring at each other. "We are taking a break. I'll let you decide what we do, but keep it here."

Pawblo took a moment to register their position, then he nodded and hesitantly placed his paws on Cataloupe's hips, and leaned in to kiss him. He laughed quietly at first, with Cataloupe's mustache still tickling him, but eventually the feeling subsided, and he was left to only acknowledging Cataloupe's embrace, and the heat of their kiss.

Cataloupe was enjoying what Pawblo had decided on, allowing him to make out with him in their seat, and not holding back from putting his paws on Pawblo's body. Once it started to get a bit lengthy, Cataloupe untucked Pawblo's shirt and slid his Paws under, to graze his fingers against the bare fur of Pawblo's chest.

Pawblo could feel Cataloupe touching his chest, and he felt every part of his face and ears burning with embarrassment and pleasure. He loved the affection, though before long, his thoughts began to trail. This felt a bit intense for their relationship at the moment. He pulled out of the kiss and took a moment to catch his breath, and stared into Cataloupe's eyes. He was still happy of course, but he needed to say something. "H-hey, Whiskers. Let's take a break for a moment."

"Oh? Sure thing, Mr. Naughty." Cataloupe chuckled. "What's up? Is it the mustache?" He asked, then curled the end of his mustache around his finger.