NM #11 ~ Birthmas

Story by Nivulus on SoFurry

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#11 of Niv & Mela

[ Summary: ]

It's Niv's birthday. Just more fluff.

[ ~400 words ]

Old work. Something I wrote for my birthday this year.

Characters are mine

(C)~Nivulus 2018


Mela made her way upstairs, following the sound of furious clicking to her target.

"Fuck." Niv exclaimed as Mela stopped in the doorway, folding her arms and leaning against the frame.

"'Cha doin', hon?" She asked, sporting a slight grin.

"Dickin' around in Starbound." Niv answered. "Fucker almost killed me. What's up?"

"A little birdie told me that it's someone's birthday." She said.

"Oh yeah, who?" Niv replied, eyes still on the screen. After a moment of silence waiting for her answer, Niv looked to Mela. "Hmm?"

She raised her eyebrows and gave a little turn of the head, a gesture indicating that it should be obvious.

"Oh." He said, though his expression said 'I don't know what to do with this information'.

"I wanna treat you." Mela said, walking up behind his chair, squatting down and wrapping her arms around Niv's waist. She rested her chin on his shoulder.

"You don't have to." He said half-heartedly. He sniffed the air as a scent caught his nose. It was coming off Mela. "Are you baking?" He asked.

"'Necessity's got nothing to do with it'." She said, kissing the side of his face.

"Aw come on, don't quote me to me." He grinned, leaning back and placing his hands on top of hers, clasped over his stomach.

"Too late anyway, cake's already cooling." She hugged him around the chair.

"Sweet." He still sounded a bit unenthusiastic.

"It's as much fuss as I'll make, sweetie." Her tone was assuring. "I promise." She turned her head to kiss him again, but he turned his head as well, their noses bumping together. "Oop." She giggled.

Niv reached a hand up to hold Mela's face, planting a kiss firmly on her cheek. "D'you wanna watch or play something over cake?" He asked, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand, admiring her eyes as she seemed to consider it.

Mela's arms slid from around Niv's waist as she stood, moving to his side. She leant down, taking his chin gently in one hand, tilting it up and stealing back his kiss. "You're on."