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“Do demiurgus have prostates?” I asked, pulling back from the kiss.
Greid stared at me with wide eyes. “Um, y-yeah but, Beryl, if we’re not gonna… Maybe we should change the subject.”
I laughed as he furtively tried to adjust his dick, now a long, prominent column under the blankets. Deciding to give him a break, I kissed his cheek before resting my head on his chest with a sigh.
“Working today?” I wanted to wrap my arm over his stomach, but then I’d be pushing against his cock. Instead, I curled my arm around the front of his neck to play with his hair.
“Yeah, gonna finish off the headpiece.” Greid’s voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “How about you? What’re you doing today, I mean? Until you have work.”
“Gonna work out, then I might try making something else for dinner before work. I’ll probably have to go out and get some stuff, though. The fridge is a little empty of actual ingredients.”
I heard Greid suck in a breath to speak, but before he could ask I added, “I’ll get you some snacks.”
“You know that chip brand I like?” he asked quickly.
“Liffs?” I knew the one. They were loosely designed to look like leaves and had flavours that catered more to demiurgus palates.
“Yeah. They have a new flavour I really want to try.” He gave the back of my head a gentle scratch with his claws. “Beet and strawberry. They’re bright pink!”
I wrinkled my nose with a chuckle. “Sounds gross.”
“To your bland human tastebuds, maybe.” Another affectionate scritch over my scalp, making me want to purr. “They literally hit shelves this morning, so if you see them in the store…”
I laughed, propping myself up to look at him. “How do you even know about it?”
Greid waved a hand in the general direction of his phone on the nightstand. “I follow the brand’s socials.”
I bit my lip around a smile. Of course Greid followed the social media accounts of a potato chip company. “I’ll make sure to bring you back your pink chips.”
He grinned and leaned in to kiss me. “Thanks, berry.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Beryl
Greid and I were both really busy over the next few days. His client called with a list of last-minute changes to the headpiece, and because Greid was fundamentally incapable of being anything but sweet, he told her it was no problem, and that he’d still get it over to her by the end of the week. He’d been up in his workshop for hours every day, and I knew he wasn’t emerging until he came to meet me after work.
I’d been working double shifts at the bar due to a couple of the staff calling in sick. “Flu season,” Mani had told me grimly. “Hope you have a strong immune system.”
Luckily I did, from living in somewhat close quarters with a lot of other people for most of my life, and from working outside a lot. I didn’t mind working double shifts every day—it kept my mind off things. Like the fact that my period was over and I was desperate for Greid to touch me, but I wasn’t going to distract him while he was on such a tight deadline.
It was a Thursday, so I knew the bar would start getting busy when I went back for my evening shift. I was taking my break and had decided to just go to Deep Brew for a sandwich and a coffee. It was too cold to sit outside, so I tucked myself into a corner table by the window and sent Greid a text while I ate.
How’s it going?
He replied a minute or so later.
Sooo close to being done. I need a cooling eye mask after this. And maybe a visit to a chiropractor to realign my spine.
I snorted. Greid hunched over when he was working and always complained of his back being sore.
You could try listening to relaxing music on the E-B-Phones, I sent back. Maybe they’ll soothe your tired eyeballs at the same time.
I actually tried them out the other day, Greid replied, and I snorted again, imagining him lying on his bed with those stupid headphones on. They are NOT relaxing. The vibrations made it feel like I was going to permanently fuck up my vision.
Well maybe they could, I said, chewing on my lower lip. Maybe don’t wear them again. And maybe we won’t donate them so we don’t inflict that on anyone else.
