I slip up to the window, stealing a glance in. A smile rises to my cheeks, a faint simmer of heat on my skin as a little blush creeps onto my features. You're in the middle of your class, a laughing little boy swinging happily off your arm and a little girl with nubbly little horns snuggling up to your leg.

God, you are so cute, I think helplessly. I remember the day we met, and for a moment my memories of thundering through the streets of Tehran with djinn wheeling in the skies, not weeks ago, melts with those memories long ago, and for a moment I'm back there...

The great shimmering square hangs in the sky, another world gleaming as if from the bottom of a pool. The taste of gunsmoke and and dust and sweat fills my mouth, with Gunny on my left waving the guys forward. The thunder of boots on pavement as we crouch behind the shattered hulk of a burned-out van, and the dragonfire. Seeing them through my scope, creatures of myth and nightmare twisting through the burning sky just before the roar of the jets had ripped into the late afternoon.

Hovering between present and past, I can see the great blossoms of fire in the clouds as the dragons sank, ragged holes in their wings as the Warthogs had proved that Man had triumphed over magic. And the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, as we had all heard the unmistakable sound of marching feet making a rising rhythm toward us.

That first moment I'd seen you had been hell on Earth. Green-skinned warriors, men and women alike clad in leather and furs, snow swirling about from beyond while axes and swords gleamed in the light. The fear of nightmares and books and films- tusks and tattoos and something savage speaking terror in our stomachs.

But we fight. It's what we do, after all, all the Semper Fi tattoos of our own and the sharp teeth of our guns glittering too.

It's hell on your world, too, I imagine, bullets screaming in as little men in mottled cloth flit and spit fire from behind our barricades, screaming into boxes that called the powers of gods down to shred your ranks with metal. The Mark-19's chatter behind me, and that horrible sound of flesh and bone rending. And mercifully, the crash of dragons sending plumes of dust into the sky. The sight of you crouched on the ground, a little boy in a red jacket- I still remember- screaming under you, begging the Marines to save him and not realizing you had.

And the defeat in your eyes, when those axes and swords had clattered to the ground, the sight of a long, shuffling column of prisoners, zip-ties running out, until great tent cities had risen in the fields, And your people, slowly being released into a new world...

Orcs.

From San Diego had come the First Treaty, and the slow melt of the old tales and the wonders of the modern world, with the internet coursing with elven porn and the gutters awash in wizards' drugs. The brighter things, too. Our meeting at the sight of our first one, at the fifth anniversary of a desperate battle that should never have happened. Brown eyes on gold, pink on green cheeks and red on pink ones.

Looking in the school window, I adjust my uniform slightly. I don't think you know I'm back, but I can't help but want to surprise you. When you had told me your big news, that you'd gotten the job teaching, I had snuggled into you for what seemed like hours, wrapped in blankets. My apartment becoming our apartment, that first time your eyes had widened in shock when I had leaned up to kiss you. Even the little blush you had had when we had first settled onto the bed together, bodies wrapping together and sweat dripping together in a desperate embrace. When I had first hinted about this one weird custom among my people...

And now.

Slipping my finger into my pocket, I grin, squaring my shoulders when I feel that it is still there. The kids file out around me, one little girl standing up straight and flashing me a salute. Returning it with a hint of embarrassment and following the little wings of a child leaping into his dad's arms. He'd come back with me, both of us wanting to surprise our families... I shake my head, wondering what type of kid you and I might produce. A cute one, sure, but it'd all come from you.

"Love?" I call, poking my head into your classroom, and the way you turn makes my heart itself break into a smile. That shocked surprise, tusks tickling your lips as your jaw drops in shock.

"I have something to ask you..."

Look, I have a really, really specific kink for orc women that are adorable and snuggly on the inside. Real talk, I'm a total degenerate for hand-holding and blanket-burrito-ing and marriage proposals to cute, green-skinned warriors that've taken up teaching kindergarten since worlds collided.

I've always been a fan of Shadowrun, with its blend of modern technology and fantasy staples. So here's my take on a collision between worlds, mixing modern and mundane with fantastical and ferocious. And the cute love story between two very different warriors that results.

Want to play? Just like the style and have a different idea, or did you sneak through my post history and find something else? Please do drop me a line!

Kinks: Rough, loving sex, snuggly, tender sex, romance, story, longer-term frantic ruttings in a variety of settings exotic and mundane, eating you out, being dominant but not in a, y'know, whips-and-chains way, greenish-pink blushes. Anal.

Limits: If it belongs in a toilet, it's going there, not here. Also rape, cheating, humiliation, kids (they're great, but not like that), the Navy.