Ultraman: Rising Fanfic

23 | Foul

Ultraman dove into the water, gathering fish before returning to Emi's tank and showering her with her breakfast. "Here you go. Breakfast is served," he said, reverting to his human form. He yawned, while Amari smiled at the sight of a contented Emi.

"This counts as a job well done," she grinned, though feeling a twinge of guilt for not being more helpful. She extended her hand for a handshake, but Ken spread her fingers open, interlacing them with his own as he pulled her closer. His other hand held her gently as he leaned into her.

"Ken?!" she squeaked at the unexpected weight.

"Don't fight it," he murmured sleepily, slowly dragging them to the floor, his hand behind her head to ensure she didn't get hurt.

With a soft thump, they landed on the floor, Ken's weight pressing into her, leaving her no room to escape his embrace—not that she wanted to. "On the floor, really, Ken?" she huffed.

"Shhh," Ken whispered, peppering kisses on her neck. "You being here is more than enough."

"Keep it PG for Emi," she whispered, glancing at Emi, thankful she was distracted. Ken snorted, cuddling into her.

Her presence brought ease to Ken, and without realizing it, he drifted off to soundless sleep.

A wet splat of goo woke him up. Looking up, he met Emi's happy gaze as she finished her meal. How she got on top of the glass tank was a mystery.

Another drop of saliva went flying. Ken rolled out of the way, pulling Amari with him as it splattered on the floor.

Covered in Emi's saliva, Ken tried to comb through his hair, now filled with fishy goop. Amari swallowed down a gag as it slowly slid down her shirt. "I'm going to be sick," she pinched out, unable to stand the smell or icky consistency. 'Don't think about it, don't think about it,' she mentally chanted.

Going Ultraman, Ken grabbed Emi, who let out a wet burp, spurting more saliva everywhere. Amari narrowly missed another deluge of goo.

'I can't stop thinking about it, I can't stop thinking about it,' she panicked, quick on her feet towards the exit.

"Ah, that's disgusting," Ken groaned as Emi spurted more onto his face. Placing her back in the tank, he slipped the lid back on. De-transforming, he choked out, "That's so bad."

Amari had dashed to the showers immediately. "Oh goodness, it smells so bad," she panicked, scrubbing harshly. It seemed all her baby fever had drained away as she vigorously scrubbed at her skin.

"Mari, please schedule an order of birth control for pickup tomorrow," she wheezed out, gagging slightly as she used more soap.

"Of course Dr Akashe" Amari's phone lighting up as Mari begins her work.

"You okay?" came Ken's voice.

"You've been in there for close to an hour," he noted. She looked at her fingers, seeing them wrinkly. Lifting her hand to her nose, she let out a relieved sigh, knowing the smell was gone, but it still lingered in her mind.

"Talk to me," he finally said.

She hesitated. "Yeah? Well, I just can't do bad smells."

Ken chuckled. "Got it," he mentally noted. "How about you promise to give me a kiss after I deal with WW3?"

A smile spread on her lips. "Deal."

"And Ken," she called.

"Yes, Ari?" he responded.

"You stink," she revealed without thinking, realizing he was still covered in Emi's smell.

Ken was silent for a moment. "Permission to join you?" he softly asked.

The words caused her heart to skip a beat. "Permission granted," Amari whispered.

He removed his clothes faster than natural, pulling the curtain aside as he slipped in. The water cascaded down their bodies, running down the defined structure of his toned muscles.

For a moment, his eyes just stared into hers, marveling over the breathtaking woman she was.

Naturally, he leaned in, but she leaned away. "I'm sorry, it just smells so bad," she crinkled her nose.

Ken laughed. "How about just helping me with my hair?" he offered.

"Deal," she huffed, grabbing the shampoo and squeezing out a generous amount. Her fingers massaged his scalp.

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