"Aww! What are you supposed to be?"

The little imp on the doorstep pauses, his stubby tail waggling from underneath his costume for a moment. The answer hits him like a lightning bolt, an exuberant grin washing over his chubby face as he nods excitedly.

"An astronaut! Going to Mars next year!"

Laughing, I pat the top of his little domed helmet, the twin holes for his horns making for an adorable, if dubious, seal. "Gotcha. Be sure to take good care of your crew, all right? I've got a friend who's in the pipeline for one of their pilot slots, but I think he's gonna be in good hands."

For just a moment, the miniature astronaut's eyes are filled with stars, before he turns and sprints down the sidewalk excitedly, waving his arms and tugging his candy bucket behind him.

I can feel her at my shoulder before she says anything, and by now, I know Ash's moods well enough I can see her without needing my eyes, that sly poke of her tusks out from a wry smile a little contrast of sharpness to the warmth in her gaze.

"Think that's the last one for tonight?" she muses, as I let my arm drift back to wrap around her hips. Nodding absently, I turn around, grinning from ear to ear.

"Possibly. Probably. They are pretty cute, aren't they?"

Ash nods, slowly, the flush spreading across her cheeks reminding me, as usual, of the blush on a green apple, as she crosses her arms.

Her eyes narrow, and my grin only gets a little bit wider. "This is where you say something charming, isn't it?"

Spreading my arms wide, I feign astonishment. "Me? Think I'd mention anything to the effect that I've got someone a little bit more adorable right here with me? Or that I can think of a treat to get her?"

She snorts, and I take her hips in my hands, thumbs grazing her skin and sliding to massage my fingers around the waistband of her underwear. We're eye-to-eye, almost, with me out of my usual boots, and the cold autumn night is powerless to creep in and steal the warmth radiating between us, now.

My hands are drifting up, now, teasing along the old scar down one side of her waist, and up still, letting my fingers play over the notches of Ash's ribs, thumbs ghosting along the sides of her breasts.

"Nah, I'd never say anything like that," I tease, winking. "And besides, isn't that my shirt, too?"

Ash growls, frustratedly, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "You're an asshole, you know that?"

Laughing, I slide the grey cloth up and over her head. She raises her arms, of course, letting me do it - she's always been a bit stubborn like this, and it's adorable. I can't help but admire her, in the moonlight, as I kick the door shut behind us, from the curve of her shoulders to the slight sway of her breasts as she shifts. It is Halloween, after all, though, and I can't help but smirk.

"Hey, Ash. Trick or treat?"

Her eyes narrow, and I can feel the heat boiling off her - she's no doubt soaked, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling a distinct lack of blood in my brain, to boot.

"Trick."

Twisting the shirt's cloth around her wrists and bringing her hands neatly down behind her back, I beam at her, my free hand splaying flat against her stomach. She could break out of it, beyond a doubt, but instead, she just scowls, and shifts her feet apart a little, and all at once, I'm reminded of why I fell hopelessly in love in the first place.

"Nah," I tease, bringing my lips to hers.

"Treat."

Another silly little vignette featuring my incredibly-niche fondness for cute orc lasses in modern-fantasy settings - but really, a fantasy night of trick-or-treating, whether in bed or not? What's not to like, honestly?

Kinks: Romance, rough sex, butt-stuffing, sloppy oral in both directions, humor, reluctantly doing laundry afterward and probably needing to fix the bed frame a little.

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