Title: Orange Creamsicle Status: Complete Characters: Naomi, Fang [GVH] Rating: NSFW Classification: One-shot Author: SurpriseVisitor Summary: Naomi and Fang cuting the cute and doing the do. Seven thirty-four. My phone’s screen bathes me in a sickly blue light as I lay on my bed. It’s not like her to be late. Especially for this. Especially now. What am I doing? The world ends in two days, and I’m sitting here staring at a clock. I should be getting something ready, or coordinating with someone, or… anything. Anything to keep myself busy. Seven thirty-five. Damnit. I roll my head around, looking for anything in my room to occupy me. Nothing sticks out. Every part of me wants to wait for her, and will do anything to keep that pace. Which means doing nothing. Seven thirty-six. Fuck’s sake! I toss my phone to the side, putting all my focus into not picking it up again. No text, no call, nothing? If something happened… There’s a knock on the front door. Please, deliver me from this Hell. Just for a while. Soft footsteps approach my bedroom door. Yes… “Come in,” I call, before a knuckle can hit the door. The knob clicks and the door slowly swings open, letting out a small creak. There she is. Naomi steps into the room, shutting the door behind her. She’s still wearing the pink blouse, brown shorts and black thigh-highs she was for our picnic earlier. Or maybe she changed back into them? I know I didn’t bother, but I guess it doesn’t matter. “Hey,” I say, pushing myself upright. I tried to sound somewhat aloof, but I don’t think it worked. “Hey,” she replies sweetly. That one word is enough to soothe my mind. It’s all good, now. “Naser didn’t harass you on your way in, did he?” “No, he just waved. I think he was busy with something.” Naomi sits on the bed next to me, and our hands clasp together like an opposing pair of magnets. “I guess you didn’t get too much of me earlier?” “Never,” I breathe. I scoot closer, brushing behind her, and laying my head on her shoulder. She sighs, tilting her head towards mine. Our chests rise and fall in unison. If I were a little closer, I bet I could hear our hearts beating together. I rub my thumb against hers, and she squeezes my hand tighter. I slowly raise it up, kissing the top of her hand. She lets out the most adorable giggle, almost killing me on the spot. “God, I missed you,” I mutter. “It’s only been a few hours…” “I was losing it after a few minutes. Debating flying to your place, but I didn’t know where it was.” “You could’ve… asked.” “Oh… yeah…” Am I really this oblivious all the time? Guess I should be lucky Naomi’s actually smart. “There’s… fewer people here, anyway.” Naomi hums in agreement. “What have you been doing in the downtime?” I ask. “Oh, you know. Trying to keep my head on straight. Not blow up at people…” “Come on, quit beating yourself up over that. Things were tense. Sometimes it boils over. Can’t count the amount of times it’s happened to me. Better that it happened then than never at all. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here right now.” “I know, I know. Just… What if it happens again? And there’s not enough time to fix it?” “It won’t. There’s not enough time to break anything. I would know.” “You make that sound like a good thing.” “Silver linings.” She shifts more of her weight onto me, looking morosely to the floor. “I wish we didn’t have to settle for silver linings.” Change the subject. Now. “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask.” Naomi glances at me. “You did the whole yearbook thing, so you’ve seen every single person in our grade, and you surely know plenty of people from your student council stuff. So why did you pick me?” I can hear the gears turning in her head as she mulls it over. Eyes flicking back and forth, searching for answers in that brain of hers. Umms and uhhs coming and going for every different way to start it. I wait patiently, draping a wing around her as she prepares. “I guess it all started with that first day back,” she begins. “Ms. Roberts was talking about what happens after graduation. Everyone was giving their answers, and it felt like most of them were just telling her what she wanted to hear… me included. We were all going to go to college to do this, that, and the other thing, and it was always a good, smart decision. But not you. You were… honest. Worm Drama was going to go on tour, and you didn’t care that Roberts all but stamped on your ambition. You didn’t need her approval. I… I wanted to be like that. To have something that concrete to go for. I spent all day thinking about that moment. About you.” “And then you sent me that text.” “Yup. I couldn’t keep you out of my head, but I was way too scared to tell you in person.” “Why did we keep that up for so long? It was, what, seven months of that stuff?” “Gosh, I don’t know,” Naomi chuckles. “It was… fun. Having a secret like that. And then it kind of became routine. Part of me wondering if you’d ever catch on, if I should try to send a signal, and the other part terrified you wouldn’t be okay with… with me. So I kept it going until I couldn’t anymore.” “And then some,” I append. “Went from the best day for that, to the worst in a matter of seconds. I was so ready to ride that high to the next morning.” “Well, it all seems to have worked out. As best as it can, given the circumstances.” I hum an agreement, nuzzling my beak under her chin. My eyes wander down, down… down… to the strip of bare cream thigh between her shorts and stockings. Bingo. I decouple my hand from hers and gently place it in that goldilocks zone. “Eep!” Naomi yelps, tensing up. God, she’s so fucking cute. I rub my thumb along her outer thigh and squeeze the inner with my fingers. “F-Fang!” “Yeah?” I whisper. I can feel the heat pouring off of her face. “I- Uh- Uh-!” “Relax… and quit being so loud.” “I- I don’t know if this is the time or- or the place,” she stammers. I lay off the thigh caressing for the moment, raising an eyebrow. “And what would be?” “I-It’s just so soon.” I think I scrambled her brains a bit. “We were texting for seven months.” “You didn’t know that was me!” “So? I still remember all of it. How you like to make those cute outfits. All those cartoons that you gush about. All the other little bits and pieces that you told me. For a while, it felt like I was connecting better with you than anyone else. You told your parents about us. Hell, you told my brother about us.” She turns bright red. “Y-Yeah… You’re right.” “We even had that dirty chat together. That wasn’t that long ago.” She turns even redder. “Oh… yeah…” “So, unless you’re waiting for me to put a ring on you… I can’t think of a better time or place.” “That… would be nice.” Good Lord, woman, you are such a dweeb. “Alright, here.” I take off my Caldera Fest wristband and slide it onto Naomi’s wrist. “For you, my love.” She manages to contain her laughter, but she can’t hide her elation, even at such a goofy little token. “We’ll have to skip the walk down the aisle. End of days and all that. Now, come here.” I shift back, placing a hand on her cheek and maneuvering her into a kiss. I wonder if I’m her first… I slide my hand back onto her thigh. She tenses again, but at least she’s not yelling. I plant a kiss on her cheek, and then her neck. She shivers, heat radiating from her face again. Take it easy. I’m not in that much of a rush. I squeeze, her soft scales shifting beneath the pressure of my fingers. Hot breath hits my neck as she pants harshly. Maybe I am in a rush; I think she’s about to explode. I place my other hand on her side, turn her towards me, and lean in for another kiss. Let’s see, how will I- Naomi falls back, taking me down with her. I prop myself up and look at her, all splayed out before me, beet red and practically gasping for air. There’s a long, flowery expression that’s perfect for the sight before me, but this parasaur needs me now more than I need that. I go straight for the throat, licking and nuzzling it. Naomi grunts and desperately fiddles with the buttons on her blouse. I give her a hand, starting from the bottom and meeting her in the middle. She rips it off, revealing a cute, lacy white bra. I dive in, peppering her chest with kisses while I reach around for a bra clip. Right there, and… Gotcha! It’s on the floor before I have a chance to withdraw my arms. I lean down and flick my forked tongue across her perky nipples, eliciting a little moan every time. Not that I’m not enjoying this, but you’ve gotta give me something too… I grab her arms and force them to my hips. There’s a flash of confusion before she realizes she has a part to play in this as well. One of her hands goes up, wriggling under my black shirt and up to my chest. The other goes down, settling on my red shorts next to my tail. I lie down, pressing myself into her entirely while I kiss her neck and fondle her breasts. “Fang…” Naomi moans, in no particular direction. “Naomi…” I moan, directly into her ear. Naomi’s hands simultaneously yank in opposite directions, pulling my clothes along with them. Hell yeah, put the pedal to the fucking metal! I go for her shorts as well, starting an awkward shuffling with both of us trying to undress each other at the same time. At the end of it, we’re both in nothing but our stockings, wide-eyed and panting like dogs. Enough appetizers. It’s time for the main course. I reorient myself, my nethers hovering right over Naomi’s face, and hers laying in front of mine. I look back and shake my ass at her. Come and get- Holy fuck! Her tongue is big- her tongue is big! The first lick makes me shudder uncontrollably, and the second brings out a moan from deep within me. She doesn’t need to find the right spot, she can hit every spot at once! I struggle to regain my focus. I lean down and flick my tongue across her clitoris. Her legs twitch violently. Hopefully, she doesn’t crush my neck with those. “Fuck!” I pant, Naomi’s tongue dragging its way across again. I can’t take all the fun, I need to- I collapse as another wave of pleasure rocks me. Alright, fine! I push myself up and turn back around, looking straight down at her, and I sit on her face. She wastes no time indulging my greed as I grind against her snout, hungrily, desperately, animalistically. “Yes! Yes!!” My legs threaten to give out completely, but I need more. Naomi’s eyes lock onto my clit. Do it. DO. IT. Her lips clamp down, and she sucks hard while lashing her tongue across it. My entire body is blasted with a nuclear bomb of pleasure, my wings flaring and limbs trembling as I scream deep and hard in pure ecstasy. “Ohh- fuck! Fuck!” I pant. “Naomi!” S- so g- good… don’t- oh shit- ahh- wa- t- too- too much! “S- St- Ah!” I pull myself off of her and flop onto the bed, shaking and twitching as pleasure reverberates through me. She scoots over and wraps an arm around me, her face covered in my juices. “Y- your face… is a m- mess… heh… ah… shit…” “Are… you okay?” she asks. “I… am so fucking fine… right now…” I stare into her eyes, a pair of emeralds on a satin sheet. “And you…” I push her over and roll on top of her. “Are about to be.” I head southbound, planting kisses all down her chest and tummy and coming face-to-face with my prize. Your meal has arrived, Madame… I turn and kiss her thighs, working my way inwards. Her squeaks get louder and her hips raise higher the closer I get to the center. Her legs try to close me in, but I push them back out. “P-Please…” she begs. I exhale onto her most sensitive spot. “Please...” I gently kiss her labia. “Please!” Even now, she’s so polite. Very well. I kiss her clit, pressing it with my tongue, and she twitches and moans. I angle my head down, open my mouth, position the tip of my beak right under that spot, and wriggle my tongue inside her. I briefly wonder if I can fit my entire beak in there, but put that thought away. Probably a quick way to break something. “O- Oh! Mmf!” My tongue meanders, giving equal attention to every wall. “F- Fang…” I bob my head, rhythmically poking her clit with my beak as I wriggle around inside her. “Ah! Fang!” Music to my ears. I fight to keep her legs from clamping around my neck as I ring up my coup de grâce. I plunge deeper and press harder against her. She grows louder and more erratic. Here it comes… “OH, FUCK!” Did she just- She grabs my head and pulls me into her as her legs slam shut around me, climaxing violently. I lap up every drop of nectar I can find, counteracting her coming down with occasional suckles on her nethers. Through her frenzied moans and heavy gasps, I sense her wanting me to stop. I wean the pleasure off, from licks, to kisses, to breaths, until it’s over. I lay on my side next to her, watching as her last waves of pleasure fade away, leaving a background afterglow. She opens her eyes and slowly turns to me. “N- now you’re… a mess…” she mumbles. I smirk. Time for dessert. We take turns kissing and licking each other’s faces like a couple of cats. It’s not really making us any cleaner, but it’s hot and fun, nonetheless. After we’re satisfied, we cuddle closely, getting comfortable as sleep approaches. “I love you…” Naomi whispers. “I love you too…”