They barely made it through the front door before Nana was ATTACKING him with kisses.
"Comprehensive proof!" she demanded between kisses. "You PROMISED!"
* She's enthusiastic. Very enthusiastic. I've created a monster. A beautiful, eager monster.*
He caught her hands, holding them gently. "Patience, hamster. We have all night."
"But I want NOW—"
"And you'll get everything." He kissed her forehead. "But properly. Thoroughly. The way you deserve."
* If I'm going to prove my love comprehensively, I'm doing it RIGHT. Not rushed. Not hurried. She deserves worship, not chaos.*
He led her to the bedroom, his hands already working on her clothes—slow, methodical, revealing skin inch by inch.
"Zayne—" she whimpered, impatient.
"Shh. Let me take care of you."
* Taking care of her. That's what this is. Showing her exactly how much she means to me. With actions, not just words.*
He laid her on the bed, completely bare, and just LOOKED at her for a moment.
*Beautiful. Every single time. How did I get this lucky?*
"Why are you STARING?" She covered her face, embarrassed.
"Because you're beautiful." He pulled her hands away. "And you're mine."
* Mine. Across every lifetime. Every timeline. But especially THIS one. This lifetime where I get to keep her.*
He started at her neck—kissing, sucking, leaving marks. Claiming.
"Evidence of possession," he murmured against her skin. "So everyone knows you're taken."
"That's very POSSESSIVE—" she gasped as he bit gently.
"I'm aware."
*Possessive. Territorial. Completely gone for this woman. All accurate assessments.*
His mouth traveled lower—to her breasts, taking time with each one. Sucking, biting gently, listening to every sound she made.
"Zayne, please—"
"Not yet." He continued downward. "Comprehensive proof requires thorough preparation."
*Medical preparation. Ensuring she's ready. This isn't just about me. This is about HER. Her pleasure. Her satisfaction.*
When he reached between her legs, he took his TIME. Tongue circling her clit with precise movements, fingers working inside her, curling to hit that spot.
"OH—" she arched off the bed.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Let me hear you."
* Her sounds. My favorite symphony. Better than any medical achievement.*
He worked her methodically, reading her body like a patient chart—when to speed up, when to slow down, when to add pressure.
She came with a CRY, thighs trembling around his head.
* First orgasm achieved. Data recorded. Multiple more required for comprehensive proof.*
He crawled back up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue.
"Ready for the next part?" he asked.
She nodded frantically. "Please—need you inside—"
"As you wish, Mrs. Li."
He entered her slowly—watching her face, cataloging every expression as he filled her completely.
* Home. This is home. Inside her. With her. Always.*
"So full," she whimpered.
"So perfect," he countered, starting to move. "Made for me. Only me."
* Possessive again. Can't help it. She's MINE.*
He kept the pace slow, deep, deliberate. Making her FEEL every inch.
"Faster—" she begged.
"No. This is proof. Not a race."
*She needs to understand. Needs to FEEL how much I love her. Every thrust is a promise. Every movement is devotion.*
He angled his hips, hitting that deep spot that made her see stars.
"THERE—"
"I know where 'there' is. I've mapped every inch of you."
*Anatomical mapping. Complete. Memorized. Will never forget.*
He increased his pace slightly, hand slipping between them to rub her clit.
"Come for me again," he commanded. "Show me."
She SHATTERED, clenching around him, crying his name.
He followed seconds later, groaning into her neck as he spilled inside her.
*Trial one complete. Orgasm count: two (her), one (me). Time: 47 minutes. Comprehensive proof: ongoing.*
After a water break and gentle kisses, he positioned her on her hands and knees.
"This angle allows deeper penetration," he explained, hands on her hips. "And gives me better control."
"Control?" she looked back at him, curious.
"Complete control." He entered her from behind in one smooth thrust.
She GASPED, back arching. "So DEEP—"
"That's the point." He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in hard.
*Demonstrating different techniques. Different angles. Showing her all the ways I can love her. All the ways I can make her fall apart.*
His hands gripped her hips firmly, controlling the pace—slow and hard, making her feel EVERYTHING.
"Zayne—" she whimpered, "—too much—"
"You can take it." He reached around to play with her clit. "You're doing so well, hamster."
*Praise during sex. She responds well to it. File that data away.*
She was TREMBLING, arms giving out, face pressing into the pillow.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Let go. I've got you."
*I've got you. Always. In every way. This is the promise.*
He increased his pace, chasing both their pleasure, fingers working her clit precisely.
"Come with me," he groaned. "Together—"
They came SIMULTANEOUSLY, her inner walls clenching around him as he pulsed inside her.
*Trial two complete. Synchronized orgasm achieved. Time: 38 minutes. She's getting more responsive. Good.*
She was exhausted but still EAGER, climbing into his lap as he sat against the headboard.
"My turn to control," she announced.
* She wants control. Character development. I'm so proud.*
"Show me what you've learned."
She sank down onto him slowly, both groaning at the sensation.
*This position. Face to face. Eye contact. Intimacy at maximum. This is. This is everything.*
She started moving, slow and unsure at first, finding her rhythm.
"That's it," he encouraged, hands on her waist, guiding gently. "You're doing perfectly."
*She's TRYING. Learning. Getting bolder. My beautiful, chaotic wife learning how to take what she wants.*
She leaned forward, changing the angle, and GASPED. "Oh! That feels—"
"Good?" He smiled, helping her maintain the angle. "The clitoral stimulation in this position is significantly increased."
"Stop being a DOCTOR right now—" she complained, but was grinning.
"Never. I'm always a doctor. Especially with you."
*Clinical terminology during sex. Our signature move. Our love language.*
She moved faster, chasing her pleasure, using his shoulders for leverage.
"Beautiful," he murmured, watching her. "So beautiful like this."
*Hair messy. Face flushed. Eyes glazed. Completely lost in pleasure. This image will sustain me through every surgery, every long day, every moment apart.*
"Zayne—I'm—"
"I know. Let go, hamster."
She came with a WHIMPER, collapsing against his chest.
He thrust up a few more times, then followed, groaning her name.
*Trial three complete. She initiated. She controlled. She learned. Perfect.*
She should have been exhausted, but she nuzzled into him, whispering: "More proof?"
*More. She wants MORE. This woman will be the death of me. A sweet, exhausting death.*
"You're insatiable."
"You PROMISED all night!"
*I did promise. And I'm a man of my word. Even if my refractory period is screaming at me.*
He rolled her onto her side, spooning behind her, lifting her leg gently.
"This way is gentler," he explained, entering her slowly from behind. "Less intense. You're probably sore."
"A little—" she admitted, "—but I like it—"
"Good girl." He kissed her shoulder, moving with slow, lazy thrusts. "We'll go slow."
* Gentle now. Tender. She needs care, not intensity. This is about CONNECTION, not just orgasms.*
His hand came around to rest on her stomach, holding her close as he moved.
"I love you," he murmured against her neck. "So much it scares me sometimes."
"Scares you?" She turned her head slightly.
"Because I can't lose you. Won't survive losing you."
*Truth. Across every lifetime, every timeline—losing her breaks me. Every. Single. Time.*
"You won't lose me," she promised. "I'm here. Always."
*She doesn't know. Doesn't remember. But maybe THIS time, she won't NEED to remember. Maybe this time, we get our happy ending.*
He made love to her slowly, tenderly, whispering promises and praise until they both came quietly, gently, perfectly.
* Trial four complete. Tender intimacy achieved. This is. This is what love is.*
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"Zayne?" she whispered sleepily. "Are you awake?"
"Mm."
"Is there... is there more proof?"
*She's STILL asking. After four rounds. This WOMAN.*
"You want more?"
"Just... one more time? Please?"
*How can I say no? How can I ever say no to her?*
He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. "Ride me. Nice and slow. You control everything."
She sank down onto him with a soft moan, both of them sensitive and tired but still WANTING.
* Fifth round. Both exhausted. But still choosing each other. This is commitment. This is love.*
She moved slowly, almost lazily, both of them just FEELING. No rush. No urgency. Just connection.
He held her hips gently, guiding, supporting.
"Love you," she whispered.
"Love you more."
"Not possible—"
"Very possible." He pulled her down for a kiss. "I've loved you across lifetimes. You're catching up."
*Truth spoken in exhaustion. She won't remember in the morning. But I'll remember. Always.*
They came together slowly, gently, perfectly—collapsing in a tangle of limbs and love.
*Trial five complete. Comprehensive proof provided. She'll never doubt my love again. Not if I have anything to say about it.*
They lay tangled together, both completely exhausted.
Nana was half-asleep, tracing patterns on his chest. "That was... very comprehensive..."
"As promised."
"How many times was that?"
"Five sessions. You had approximately twelve orgasms total. I had five."
*Data collection. Can't help it. It's who I am.*
She GIGGLED sleepily. "You COUNTED?"
"I'm a doctor. I always count."
"That's so NERDY—"
"You married a nerd."
"Best nerd." She yawned. "Best husband. Best proof."
*Best proof. Mission accomplished. She'll never doubt my love. Never question my commitment. This is what devotion looks like.*
"Sleep now, hamster."
"Mm... can't move... legs don't work..."
"I know. I'll carry you tomorrow."
"Like always?"
"Like always."
* Like always. Across every lifetime. Every timeline. Every version of us. I'll always carry her. Always care for her. Always love her.*
She fell asleep within seconds, exhausted and satisfied and LOVED.
He stayed awake a bit longer, just watching her.
* This is the lifetime that matters. Not the Tower. Not the myths. Not the prophecies. THIS. Right here. Her sleeping in my arms. Safe. Happy. MINE.*
*I'll protect this. Protect HER. With everything I have.*
*This is my vow. Across all time. All space. All existence.*
*She's mine. And I'm hers. Forever.*
He kissed her forehead one more time, then let himself sleep.
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Meanwhile - Mr. Fluffytail's Tree
Mr. Fluffytail had given up trying to sleep hours ago.
"They're STILL going."
Mrs. Fluffytail sighed. "Young love. What can you do?"
"Move trees. That's what we can do."
"We're not moving. The nuts are too good."
"...Fair point."
They settled in, accepting their fate as witnesses to humanity's most devoted (and LOUD) couple.
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To be continued.