Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 39

~Several weeks later~

"Ruma, let me up"

Deon laid half awake on the bed, with Ruma nuzzled up to him. She was actually laying on top of him, keeping him locked to the bed. The small woman whined and tightened her grip around him.

"Ruma." Deon whined.

The other side of the bed bent and bowed. "I don't think you should fight to hard. She's got you locked in." Ratok was surprisingly dressed down that day. In a pair of well worn bottoms, and a loose white t-shirt.

"I am surprise someone who has been as sick as she has, has this much strength." Deon said, attempting to roll to his side, with absolute no success.

Ratok looked up from the computer in his lap, he reached out and stroked her large fluffy mane, that had been beat down and matted from being bed ridden. He wrapped his large hand under her shoulder and carefully peeled her off Deon, and switch her over to his lap. She moaned once than settled back into sleep.

"You got about fifteen minutes before she wakes and realizes your not in arms reach." Ratok said grabbing his drink from the side table.

Deon flipped himself out of bed and headed into the bathroom. After a few minutes, the shower was hot enough for him to climb in. He let the hot rolls of water trickle down his body, as he sighed from the feeling.

He started counting the days on his fingers, getting lost a couple of times and having to restart. When he finally got a logical number.

"Six months." he said out loud to no one. As he turned to wash his hair. He had been there for half a year, a wave of mixed dark emotions flooded his system. He felt sick, numb and cold. It only took him six months to settle into this life, and give up.

Did he give up? He settled to save himself, so is his feelings real, or what his mind had made up to save him.

Deon clamped down on his lip as more and more thoughts came rolling in. Faster than he could answer them.

He heard what could only be describing as a stretching crowl from the other room. Ruma was waking up. Deon didn't rush himself, but finished up and headed out into the room, with just a towel around his waist.

The room had slowly changed since he first saw it. Ruma still had plenty of her decorations, but of course she moved the furniture around. Now, he had his own space here. There was still the room that was across the hall that he could dip away too if he wanted to be alone.

He also had more options for clothes now. He didn't know how they came about, or wanted to ask, as he was fairly certain they weren't ordered or made. There was at least a dresser full for him to change to now.

He could hear Ratok whispering to Ruma, but about what he wasn't sure. He came out from behind the changing wall. Letting himself take in the scene. Ruma was stretched out on her back, her shirt came riding up enough, to show off her belly that was just now bulging enough to make her look like she was expecting and not just that she eat alot.

Her arms were stretched up over her head, and she laid there with a half smirk on her face.

Deon found himself smiling at this too. He placed his hands in his pockets. Rolling back and forth from the tips of his feet to the heels, as he thought again. Was his feelings wrong? They didn't feel wrong, they felt real and they felt right.

He walked up to the bed, and looked down at her. His mind was all twisted up. He had to figure this out in his own fashion, and he had been fighting this off for a few months now.

Ruma turned her head and looked up at him. She smiled widely, batting her big blue eyes. Her arms came out wanting a hug.

He looked her over.

She had done everything he had asked in the beginning. From letting him choose the speed, to being patient, even letting him dip off to his own space.

Her hands started to coil away, as she looked at him strangely. He chuckled to himself, how this must look weird to her. Deon reached out grabbing her hands, and sat on the bed, then bent over to hold her.

She purred and cooed happily.

Even after her bathes, the smell of illness still stuck to her a bit.

"Ruma." he whispered her name.

She tilted her head.

He rolled his hand under her head, holding onto her. "I think you made me fall in love with you." with that he went in quickly before he could change his mind. Pressing his lips against hers.

He felt he vibrate against him as she mewled. Her arms quickly shooting up to wrap around his shoulders and neck.

Deon took quick sharp breaths anytime they had a break between their kiss. He pressed in further, rolling half on top of her. His other hand came drop and laid atop her hip, as he rubbed soft circles into it.

When they stopped, Ruma had a deep pink blush stretched across her cheeks. Painting. Deon laid his forehead down on hers. Softly staring into her eyes for a sweet moment.