[AoS] Happily ever Aftermath

Rebecca used to be an emotional girl and a strong advocate of love, but those days were far in the past. Love was a useless relic of the days before. If anything, marriage now more closely resembled the marriages of the Middle Ages; convenient pairings where two sides reach a functional agreement.

There was a red man in The Town named Saturn whose brothers had some crazy marriage pact. Saturn was like her: not looking for the happy ending and kids. He wanted a way to get out of commitment, along with a few other creature comforts she could provide. She wanted a wedding banquet and a place to return to every once and a while for food and a roof. It was a match made in heaven.

Rebecca rested her metal pillars outside of the door to Saturn's stone home. Forgoing knocking, Rebecca opened the door and called out, "Honey, I'm home!"

>> "If you were looking for someone in an apron dear...you came to the right place. I'll get a fire going, you can pick whatever you like from the pantry."

Rebecca did not smile anymore, but Saturn could at the very least illicit a smirk from her. He was the perfect bachelor, but he could cook, and his house kept food in stock. "Oh darling, ye always know jist how to please me," she joked.

There was part of Rebecca that envied the Town way of life. They had water and food and they did not have to scavenge to survive like she did. Being in the town meant being part of a community, and that was something Rebecca was not ready for. She might never be ready for it, and if she was, she doubted Saturn would be ready to have a full-time wife.

Rebecca looked through the pantry and found potatoes and strawberries. Mashed potatoes and the fruit for dessert? She pulled the food, as well as some other ingredients out of the pantry and on to the table.

Rebecca looked down at her dirty white top; she needed a shower something fierce. "Ugh, Ah feel so grimy." She considered just taking her top off; he was her husband after all, which made the small stone house partially her own home, if she could call anything her home anymore.

Rebecca folded her shirt neatly on a nearby chair. It was oddly liberating to feel the warm air on her tanned, freckled body. Of the men and women who had partaken of the sight in the past years, Saturn ranked high on the eyes she felt almost comfortable with. Getting past his red skin and giant frame, he was a tolerable man, and he did his best to be gentle... well, gentle enough to only keep her stuck in bed for a day or so.

The bath water was heating up, and Saturn was working on dinner for his starving spouse. Sham-wedding aside, he certainly helped her with huge favors, and she was no fan of being indebted without having some way to return the favors.

Rebecca sauntered over to Saturn, wrapping her arms around his colossal bicep, pressing her body firmly against him. (She would have put her arms around his neck from behind, but with a six-foot-nine husband, a seductive gesture like that would require a ladder. "Thanks for putting me up for a night or two, hubby." She tugged his arm to bring him closer to her level and kissed his cheek. "Ah hope th' Town ain't too boring without me around." After living the vagabond life for years, it was hard to imagine being tied down to one place again; frankly, she wondered why Saturn did it at all.

For the titan he was, Saturn had a softer side he would never admit to. It had been a long time since she felt a soft kiss on her cheek or the careful touch of a thick red finger playing with her hair. He was a good friend, and that was as much as she wanted in a husband.

Saturn left the option open for her to stay if she ever made the choice, which was not something she was used to hearing. The offer was tempting in its own ways; constant food and a man over a foot taller than her to treat her well. The Town was too comfortable and consistent though, and she was far too broken to fit there. "Maybe someday. If Ah stay here, ye damn better not put a giant red baby in mah belly!" she teased.

Rebecca gave Saturn's hand a tight squeeze before she walked away to the bath. Her hands pulled down on the hem of her skirt until it fell off her wide hips, dropping to the floor.

Rebecca eased her body into the hot water, resisting the urge to moan at the rare feeling of caked-on dirt being soaked away from her figure. She spotted the soap Saturn mentioned and quickly took advantage of the gift. The bar glided across her skin, and the more it mixed with the water, the more her skin began to soften, enjoying a covering of soapy bubbles along her arms, chest and legs.

Rebecca dipped her hair into the water, running her fingers through the wet strands. "You know, keep gifts like this coming, and there might be a loving marriage for us yet." She had never actually gone so far to use the words "I love you" with Saturn, because she knew she could not manage a feeling like that. Thankfully, she knew him just well enough to know he was not going to lose any sleep over it.

Rebecca took water in her cupped palm to pour it over her body, rinsing off the bubbles to reveal clean, pleasant smelling skin. She listened as Saturn gave her a overview of the new babies in the Abyss family. So far there had been no big, red babies, but with her luck, she would have the first.

Saturn asked if she needed anything; despite everything, he looked out for her, which she appreciated, and she would repay in kind. "Ah wouldnae mind some clean new clothes." She hoisted her now fresh, inviting body out of the water. "Clothes for later, of course."

She found a towel to wrap around her body and returned to Saturn, who had made good progress on her much-needed dinner. She wrapped her arms around his wide, muscular waist from behind, kissing the spot between his broad shoulder blades. "Ah could think of one or two more loving things."

But seriously. She really wanted that food. "Of course, dinner comes first," she teased, taking a seat at the table, still wrapped in nothing but a towel.

Rebecca could indeed have done worse for a husband than Saturn. Truthfully, there was a day when she assumed she might have had a happy life with a happy wife of her own, but things were different, and having a strong man who could provide for her and even massage her while she ate. She was not meant for Town life, but it was a great place to enjoy a vacation. "How convenient... Ah'll eat quick."

It was not much of a stretch for her to get through her food faster; she was famished. She took large scoops of creamy potatoes from the bowl to her mouth, savoring the taste. As she enjoyed her food, all the while, she felt her tension being kneaded away by strong red hands. He was careful with her, but her body still recognized how much fine pressure he was exerting, and welcomed it.

The potatoes quickly vanished, replaced with a clean bowl, leaving behind only strawberries. They were her favorite fruit, and some would even say an aphrodisiac. She took a sweet berry in her hand. "Time for desert."

Rebecca placed the fruit between her teeth and turned around, inviting Saturn into a flavored kiss. Even a cold woman like her needed the occasional warm affection.

The kiss was expected and enjoyable, but not quite as pleasing as being vaulted by strong hands at her waist. Rebecca's legs did their best to wrap themselves around Saturn's thick waist, and her arms draped themselves over his broad shoulders as she continued to enjoy the kiss. Emotionally, Rebecca was cold and distant, but physically, she had the same needs as any young woman in her twenties. Sex was a weapon, a tool, a release, and a form of exercise, so if she was going to use it, there was no reason not to enjoy herself.

Rebecca noticed Saturn's tail curling around his waist and up to the place near her chest where the towel was tucked into itself. She allowed the intruder to undo the tuck and the towel slid down her body, revealing her breasts, then waist, then everything else before falling to the floor, unwanted.

While Rebecca was losing herself in heer partner's tongue, Saturn relocated himself to the edge of the bed, which left Rebecca's bottom hovering feet above the mattress.

Removing himself from the kissing (against Rebecca's wishes,) Saturn noted the clothing differential between the two. Rebecca sighed, having no desire to leave from her spot against Saturn's chest. She found all the metal clasps and buckles around Saturn's armor and tried to avoid letting her boiling blood affect her powers, lest she tear everything off of his armor, ruining it; her sex was good, but possibly not good enough to value over good armor.

Rebecca undid all the metal fixtures on the chest harness and belt quickly and accurately. Tightening her left leg around Saturn's waist and her left arm around his neck, she used her free foot to pull his waist-piece down and her free hand to slide his arm-piece and harness away, leaving her red husband in his red glory.

(Minus the strap boots. She was too lazy to deal with them, so they would remain until he kicked them off.)

Rebecca kissed Saturn's neck, wondering if he felt much through his stone-like skin and muscle. "There, now we're even. So if you dornt throw me down on that bed and till me like a field, we're gettin' divorced." The threat did not carry much weight in a sham marriage, but she wanted to be crystal clear with the urgency of her desires.