Honey, honey, you're my favorite drug

Manea continued to tease and cover his exposed throat in little affections, pressing her lips firmer to his throat, her nips and kisses sending delightful shivers down his body that came to rest in his most southern regions. Groggy black eyes gradually began to sharpen and focus on the beautiful visage of his wife, watching her tease him like a pro with a floaty, loving smirk on his lips. As soon as she heard his deep baritone rumbles, those kisses made their way up along his jaw until he tasted her lips on his, drawing low, vibrating murrs from the giant brute she was using as a body pillow. Waking up to his beloved mate gracing him with these tender affections was everything he had missed in his daily life, and he hadn’t realized how much he’d taken his life for granted. Manea’s soft feline paw stroking the edge of his fluffy ear made it twitch beneath her touch, but he did not pull away from her, enjoying her touches. He gave a hum in agreement to her statement. This was indeed how he would have enjoyed waking up every morning—although he might have enjoyed being wrapped up in her in much more carnal ways every morning, this was an acceptable alternative.

The pair of mates lay there for a short while, basking in the afterglow of their night before and the early morning tenderness they shared. In Manea's visage he saw just how badly she had needed this. The vulnerability in her aqua eyes betrayed how hurt and alone she had been without him. None of this had been easy on Alastor either. Being away from his family, listening to the sounds of Manea fucking her new boy toy silly at all hours of the day, knowing they were coupling in their own bed... It had twisted things inside the demon wolf. This helped ease that madness. His own large paws roamed leisurely up and down Manea's back, stroking her sides, rubbing over her from hip to shoulder while he contented himself with her presence and drank her in. The feel of her fur between his digits, her scent rich in his nose, her warmth and weight draped across him... It was everything he had missed.

She spoke in hushed tones, as if afraid to disturb the stillness of the dawn. Alastor gave Manea a sleepy smirk and slid one huge paw up to wipe the tears from her eyes with ginger paw pads before leaning up to place a gentle lick to the end of her snout. "I've missed you too, my stubborn, fiery galactic queen..." he rumbled back in deep, low tones. His head reclined back to the bedding with a sigh, still gazing up at her through groggy, half-lidded black eyes.

"Manea & Alastor Mendacium"