chapter 19

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Goth POV

I followed out to see Palette sitting on the bed. He was on the other side of the bed, I crawled across the bed to sit behind him. I put my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his waist, grabbing onto the bottom of his shirt. He gently pushes his cheek against mine and puts his hands on mine. We snuggle there for a bit, enjoying the quiet. I turned to the clock and saw that it was just almost reaching 1 in the morning, I pat him gently before sliding off of him and walked back to the closet.

I stood in front of the mirror for a minute as I watched my ecto-body form. I look at the scar and how much it is deformed. I was too focus on the scar that I didn't notice Palette come in, he also had his body formed. He gently hugged me from behind running his hands over my chest and stomach. I held his arms with my own before turning to him and pulling him next to me. We both looked at ourselves in the mirror and to be honest I can't remember if Palette and I have ever shown our bodies before.

I look to him, his nicely rounded hips and the slight view of what seems to be soft abs. Then back to myself I stare from my huge scar to my not so skinny body, reading all day takes its tolls.

"I never knew how good you looked..." Palette said quietly, blushing.

"Well I could say the same for you, Mr. Cheer-Captain," I teased, also blushing.

We stood there for not much more before I got my shirt and put it on, leaving my body just for Palette. As I turned back to him, I saw him take off his current shirt, getting a full view of everything. I blush as he looks over and smirks at me. I watch as he makes his way over to me, pressing his body against me, staring right up at me with a hungry look. I wrapped my hands around his waist before feeling a slight change in his body. I try not to pay much mind to it until he got on his tip-toes and kissed me, cupping my face. He pulled away and walked to his bag, digging through it a bit, before pulling something out and putting it on.

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