Tied Up With You

Birth of Destruction

The morning comes on a bright day. It has been at least two months from Ink's surprise visit.

Error is sitting with his glasses on staring at me.

"What are you doing, mi amor?" I sit up on my forearm and pull him in for a kiss which he accepts with great fervor.

I can't remember ever seeing him in glasses. I didn't even know he needed them.

"You can't see?"

"Yes, but I put them on because I wanted to see how handsome you looked." Error says with a flushed look.

"Am I to your expectations?" I ask with a smug look.

The question must have thrown him off as he blushes, face heating up with a sense of fluttering.

"You exceed my expectations long before. I just like looking at you and hearing your voice." He pouts and pulls the covers up to cover his beautiful face.

I pull the covers away and caress his face.

"Wanna go out and eat. We haven't had take out in a while.

"Is that an excuse to take me out on a date?" Error asks, his British accent drawing me in.

"Maybe." I say moving closer to his face plate.

He then pulls in himself for a kiss.

The air feels sensual and hot.

Breaths intermingle and our mouths connect as we hungrily take in each other's essences.

"Summon that chest of yours please."

With a slight teasing smile Error summons his whole ecto body for me.

"Better?" He asks.

"Much better."

We make out for a few minutes and then pause.

"Why did you stop kissing me?" Error whines. "Ooh."

I drift down his neck shutting him up. My tongue caressing his neck and he shivers in my grasp.

Kissing his neck until he melts into my hands. There is no better feeling than feeling this mood.

Of course I was obliged to attack that chest of his. But I will tend to that matter later.

We head out later as per Error's request to the mice twin's diner.

"Cross, Rorre!" Piko exclaims.

We sit down and enjoy a meal of caesar salad and cheeses.

Then Error orders ocra water.

"Why do you drink that stuff?" I say remembering the tastelessness of the drink.

"Because it will help me push out your baby."

"My baby? More like our baby." I say.

"Tell that to it right now. It has been kicking me more and more fiercely in the coming days. Just like it father it packs a punch." Error says with a groan.

"It will grow on you as your motherly instincts will too. I better not catch you trying to drink wine while pregnant again." I tell him shoveling some salad into my mouth.

"Oh come on." Error frowns rolling his eye lights. "Give me some slack."

"I am not sure what told you where I hid the wine but let us not do that again."

I take his hand and kiss it.

"It is my job to protect us, and yours to hold us together. You are the string that holds us together. My job to react and yours to reflect my actions. My job to add and yours to multiply. we are opposites and alike at the same time. Promise me that you will hold me hand no matter what."