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“What?” Kandomere sighed, after his cell rang for the third time in 10 minutes.
“Well, don’t sound so happy to hear from me…” the voice of his mother said in a joking tone.
“Oh! Mamá! Sorry, I thought you were my work,” he replied, mortified by the disrespect he had just shown his mother. He could’ve just checked the caller ID, but he was too annoyed to think of anyone other than Montehugh calling, and it was his day off, he did not want to do work.
Most people thought Kandomere was a workaholic, and he was, often taking his work home with him, however that made it even more significant when he took a voluntary day off. He did not want to deal with work on his day of rest.
“That’s okay, mi hijo, I was just calling because that lovely human you work with told me you had the day off, and I haven’t seen you in a year! Why don’t you want to spend time with your old mamá?” She laughed.
“I didn’t know if you were busy or not, I wouldn’t want to bother you,” Kandomere stammered, knowing it was a piss poor excuse if he’d ever heard one.
“Boy, you get over here right now and spend the day with your mamá!” she demanded, he could practically see the cross look on her face.
“Yes, ma’am,” Kandomere murmured, hanging up the phone and going to get dressed, then grabbing his lambo keys on the way out the door.

Freya pulled her 1968 red chevy camaro into the garage of Adalira’s mansion in elf town. It had been a week or two since she had visited, and she had just baked a set of Adalira’s favorite muffins, so she thought she’d stop buy to share the muffins and have some tea. Adalira was on her as soon as she stepped out of the car, showering her in hugs and kisses on her cheeks and forehead.
“How are you, Freya?” Adalira asked, holding said human at arms length to look at her.
Freya always felt a little odd when other people looked at her like Adalira was. She felt hyper sensitive to her flaws. She was on the chubbier side, having large breasts and a large ass, however those don’t come without a little bit of a belly. Her rational side knew she was healthy and her chub wasn’t even that noticeable, but her other side, the her that had been dealing with depression since the age of 6, told her that everyone noticed, especially elves like Adalira. Elves were naturally beautiful, naturally skinny and muscular. Freya knew she wasn’t totally unattractive, her hair was in a pixie cut with made her face look better, and her grey eyes were not dull like many others. Right now her hair was a light lavender, she dyed it a different color every other month. She was short, much shorter than the elves she hung out with and definitely much shorter than the orcs she lived near. At 5’2’’ she was shorter than most adult humans as well. It frustrated her to no end.
“I’m good Adalira, and I brought you something I think you’ll like!” Nonetheless, Freya put on a bright smile and reached into the passenger seat, taking out the tray of cinnamon blueberry muffins. Adalira smirked, pinching Freya’s cheek.
“You see, this is why I keep you around,” she said, taking the tray and walking into the main house. Freya followed, putting her car keys on the hook in the entryway and going into the kitchen attached to the main living space. The main floor of the 7 floor mansion was mostly open concept, so Freya could see Adalira over the island in the center of the kitchen. She found herself rifling through the extensive tea collection Adalira had, picking out her favorite, a strawberry cheesecake tea Adalira bought in Vancouver. She started the stove, putting the pitcher full of water over it and went about putting three sugars in her cup and one in Adalira’s. She picked out the goofy mugs, which most elves would balk at if they saw them in Adalira’s kitchen. One mug had a painting of a hedgehog on it, with a baby hedgehog on its head. Freya had painted that one. The other mug had a speech bubble saying “Don’t talk to me til this is empty” In big red letters. The whole time she was conversing with Adalira.
“How’s the business going?” she asked. Adalira was the CEO of a large company that manufactured beauty products. Freya was pleased to admit that she got her hair products there and for free even! Perks of being loved by the CEO.
“Oh! Wonderful! Our stocks went up by…” Adalira went on explaining the amazing economic place her company was in, and Freya nodded along, not understanding a word. At one point she thought that Adalira even switched into Spanish.
“But how’s the shop?” Adalira eventually asked. Freya perked up, by this time having sat down on the opposite end of the couch with two cups of tea on the coffee table in front of them.
“Well, I’ve recently been able to add a greenhouse in the back yard, because business has been so good!” Freya beamed proudly. “I’ve also been able to buy more things for the dojo with my extra income!” Adalira smiled fondly. When Freya moved at age 19 from the prestigious elf town to the orc sector to open her own flower shop, Adalira was extremely proud of the human girl, her adoptive parents, however, disowned her. You’d think adopting a human child would make them less racist, but they just couldn’t get over their hatred for orcs. Adalira took Freya under her wing, suffering from her 100th year with an empty nest. Kandomere barely ever called, let alone visited, but Freya was a very attentive young girl, free with her emotions and extremely kind.
Kandomere, at age 137, never seemed to even think of his mother, but Freya had visited at least once a week for 7 years, now being 26, and even brought gifts, like those lovely muffins.
The women paused when the doorbell rang, echoing through the house. Freya blushed. “Were you expecting someone? I can leave…” she trailed off, getting ready to stand. Adalira motioned with her hand for Freya to sit back down.
“Oh, hush, I’m glad you showed up today, Kandomere is coming to visit today, and I think it’s about time you meet,” Adalira smiled while Freya blanched.
“Like, your son Kandomere? Like, MTF agent Kandomere? Does he even know I exist?” Adalira rolled her eyes.
“Well if he came to visit more often he would, but he hasn’t been here in a year and you never came up in conversation the 6 years before that.” Freya paled even more.
“You mean to tell me,” she paused, rubbing a hand over her face. “This guy that I’ve looked up to since I was a kid, who you’ve been telling me stories about, who is literally my role model, has no idea of my existence?! And now I’m going to meet him while casually having tea with his mum?” Slowly raising her voice, she leaned back after she was done speaking, sighing and flopping her arms out.
“Well when you put it like that…” Adalira was cut off by the bell ringing again, and she rolled her eyes. “Oh, that boy is so impatient, give me a moment,” and with that she went to the door to greet her son. Freya sat up straight again, eyes scanning the room before they fell on the mugs in front of her.
“Fuck,” she muttered. That would look odd to Kandomere…
“Who’s in your house, mamá?”
“Double fuck,” she groaned. Just as she threw her head back to express her displeasure to the world, Kandomere and Adalira turned the corner. She quickly maneuvered her short hair to cover the tips of her ears, not that it would do much, elves actually have a better sense of smell than orcs.
“Who are you?” she heard his deep tenor ask.
“I am…” she paused. “In need of something stronger than tea,” she grumbled, getting up and sauntering into the kitchen. Pulling out a bottle of vodka, not even bothering to grab a glass, Freya knew in the back of her mind that this must be the worst first impression she’d ever made. She was also aware that she had yet to make eye contact with her elven idol. She knew if she did she’d probably melt. She’d seen pictures of Kandomere and was painfully aware of how attractive he was compared to her.
“Mamá?” She heard Kandomere ask Adalira instead. Freya settled back on the couch, taking sips directly from the bottle.
“Oh, this is Freya,” Adalira said, and in the corner of Freya’s eye she could see Adalira motioning to her. Freya stood, the bottle ¼ empty and she felt ready to face the music, also confident that Adalira would do most of the talking. She gave a two fingered salute as she fully faced Kandomere, and froze. He was definitely an elf. Attractive face, slightly taller than an average human male, and three piece suit that fit perfectly and accentuated all the right places. Freya paled, taking in the gorget around his neck. Elves above all, above all elves. Damn it, he was one of those elves.
“She was the adoptive daughter of the couple down the street. She baked these lovely muffins, would you like one?” Adalira introduced her.
“Was?” Kandomere asked. Damn it again.
“They disowned me when I opened my flower shop in the orc sector,” Freya cut in before Adalira could explain. “Racist assholes, they were. But hey, business is flourishing and I opened my own dojo above the shop,” she smirked. Yes, her adoptive elf parents provided for her from age 3 to age 18, but she was really raised by the help and Adalira. They were never really a part of her life.
“Language, dear,” Adalira sighed, taking the now half empty bottle from Freya. Kandomere was not so subtly eyeing the bottle, a look of surprise on his face.
“I have about the same tolerance of an elf, don’t look so surprised,” Freya rolled her eyes. Kandomere nodded, unsure of how to handle this situation. “Well?” Freya asked, causing Kandomere to get a deer in the headlights look. “Sit down, stay awhile, god knows you haven’t visited your mother in a little over a year,”. Kandomere awkwardly nodded, settling himself in an armchair by the fireplace.
“I’m sorry, why have I never heard of you?” Kandomere asked, his brain finally catching up to him.
“Oh, because you never visit, so when Adalira does get time to talk to you she doesn’t want to waste time talking about the human that visits her every week, she wants to spend time with her son,” Freya rose an eyebrow, as if to say ‘you probably would know of me if you saw your mother more’. Kandomere looked to the side, avoiding eye contact with her.

As Kandomere avoided eye contact with the human girl, he took the time to think about her features. She was curvy, and had striking grey eyes. She was not conventionally beautiful, but he admitted to himself that she did look rather pretty sitting on the couch in a purple sundress. Her left wrist had a tattoo on it, however he couldn’t see the design from the distance he was at. What he found very odd was her instinct to cover her ears. She must know he could smell that she was human, yet she still felt the need to cover the tips of her ears. Probably due to her adoptive elven parents. He had to give her credit, her statement was true, that family was full of, as she so articulately put it ‘racist assholes’.
“What would you like?” he heard her ask. Kandomere snapped out of his daze to look up at Freya.
“What?” he had no idea what she was talking about. She smiled sweetly at him.
“Tea, coffee, water, the good stuff?” she prompted, standing to go to the kitchen, gifting Kandomere with a good view of her ass. Not that he was looking! Nope, not attracted to her at all. “I make some great cocktails if you’d like to try one? Or you could be like your mother and claim you don’t drink, but have three cabinets full of alcohol…” she shot a pointed glance at his mother, and Kandomere was surprised to see Adalira roll her eyes.
“You’ve gifted me with at least ⅔ of those bottles, dear,” she laughed, sitting back down on the couch and sipping from her mug with hedgehogs on it. That was also surprising. Kandomere didn’t think his mother was capable of owning anything but fine china.
“Tea would be good,” Kandomere said, not wanting to trouble the human. Odd, usually he didn’t care about the other species. Montehugh was, of course, an exception, but that took years. This human was already on the road to being an exception as well after less than five minutes. The human humphed.
“You sure? I can make coffee, Adalira told me you’ve always preferred that…” she trailed off, seemingly embarrassed that she could remember that detail about him.
“Well if you’re offering,” he smiled, trying to ease her nerves, and she gave a small smile back, turning to the coffee machine, giving him, yet again, a lovely view of her ass (that he wasn't looking at) as she danced around to a song that only she could hear.

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Freya flopped onto her bed, ready to hide from the world for the rest of the day. Her apartment on the third floor of her building, above the dojo above the flower shop was nicely decorated, with two bedrooms and a stylish living area, and an up-to-date kitchen to boot. Her master was decently sized, though a California King took up most of the space in it. As she flopped onto her extremely comfy bed, she reflected on the day.
Today had been slightly less disastrous than she thought it would be after Kandomere arrived. That might have been because of the half bottle of vodka she downed, she was slightly buzzed the whole time. She had left about an hour after he arrived, giving Adalira some time alone with her son.
The thing that surprised her the most, was Kandomere, as she was leaving, asking for her number, pulling out his extremely expensive smartphone. She had stuttered her number before scrambling to her car and driving away.
Just as Freya had settled into her bed with her laptop on her lap, her phone buzzed with a text message. She groaned, she had dumped it on the wardrobe across the room, and really did not want to get up. When her phone buzzed again, she snapped her laptop closed, flinging it on the other side of the bed, and crawled off the bed. Standing and storming over to her phone, she snatched it a crawled back into the bed. Looking at her phone, she was perplexed to see a text from an unknown number. She unlocked her phone with her (excessive) ten digit code, and went into her messages section.
Today, 5:13
***-***-**** : Hello, is this Freya?
Today, 5:20
***-***-**** : It has occured to me that you don’t have my number, this is Kandomere.
FUUUUCK. She didn’t think he’d actually contact her! What the hell was she supposed to say?
“Okay, it’s fine,” she whispered to herself. “Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t freak-” her phone buzzed again. “OKAY SCREW IT TIME TO FREAK OUT!” she yelled. Freya sighed, unlocking her phone once again, she glanced at the new message.
***-***-**** : My mother asked me to return the muffin tray, do you mind telling me your address?
DOUBLE FUCK! She added his number to her contacts, and then started to type, backspacing around 15 times before finally being satisfied with her answer. Hitting send, she anxiously picked at her cuticles, a nervous habit.
***-***-**** : Yes this is Freya, and my address is 211 Porpoise Street, Orc Sector, LA
He knew she lived in the orc sector, but that didn’t make it any less nerve wracking. That gorget he wore did nothing to make her feel better. Her phone buzzed once more, and she was glad to see that this was not Kandomere. However once she read the message, she was no longer relieved.
Mikey : Freya, we’re outside, wya?
The universe just hated her today. Of course she forgot that she was running a class today. She threw on her workout clothes, booking it down to the front of her building. Throwing open the door, she smiled, seeing her favorite orc boys. Mikey, Jacob, Harry, and Brendon. She also saw the usual girls that attended her self defense classes. Hannah, Jamie, and Susanne. Leading the kids through the shop and up the stairs, she stood in the center of the room.
“Alright guys and gals, where did we leave off last time?” she asked.
Around 45 minutes into the hour and a half class, her phone rang.
“Okay, let’s take a ten minute break,” she called, picking up her phone, and answering without checking the caller ID.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Hello Freya, I’m outside of your building,” the voice of Kandomere came from her phone.
“Shit,” she mumbled.
“What?”
“Nothing! Sorry, I’ll be right down,” she said, then turned to the kids who were nailing the punching bags. “Hey! Don’t break the new shit on the first day!” and with that she rushed downstairs, hanging up the phone. Flinging open the door to the flower show, she groaned. Dorghu was trying to intimidate Kandomere, and she wasn’t sure who was going to throw the first punch, but she didn’t want to find out either.
“Alright, that’s enough of a testosterone fest,” she said, going in between the two alpha males. Turning to Dorghu, she pointed at Kandomere. “He’s just bringing something I forgot at Adalira’s, chill,” and then Freya turned to Kandomere. “And you, seriously? Mr. I work for the MTF and I still take the bait with orc posturing?!” she rolled her eyes. “Both of you, come up,” she turned around to go back up to the dojo. The men exchanged glances and followed her up.
Once they were upstairs, the kids turned to size up the new arrivals. Freya clapped her hands once. “Alright, so,” she trailed off, realizing that Kandomere was in her dojo. She quickly shook her head, regaining her focus. “Instead of having that turn into some random street brawl, you’re gonna release your aggression in a controlled environment.” she turned to Dorghu. “Alright Dorghu, hit me with your best shot,” she smirked.

Kandomere’s eyes widened. What was happening? First, Freya calls him out with information he had no idea she knew about him, then she’s telling a male orc, who is easily 6’5’’, mind you, to hit her. Now Kandomere was not short, standing at about 6 feet tall, he was slightly taller than the average human male, but Dorghu, as he now knew the orc was called, was huge.
Freya turned to the other orcs in the dojo, all teenagers. “Make sure you watch carefully, especially you Mikey, watch your dad, then watch me,” Kandomere was just staring with his jaw dropped. “And Kandomere,” she turned to him. “You’ll catch flies,” and with that Dorghu threw the first swing. She blocked the punch easily, and the one after that, and after that, loosing no ground, and once there was an opening she threw a kick at Dorghu’s rib cage. Kandomere’s jaw dropped even more when Dorghu hunched over, grunting in pain. Freya jumped up and onto Dorghu’s shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck as Dorghu righted himself. Dorghu grabbed her hands and flipped her onto the ground, she landed with a thud, and Kandomere stepped forward, ready to go to her aid, but one of the teenage orcs, a girl who’s name he didn’t catch, grabbed his arm, shaking her head. He snapped his arm out of her hold, but stayed in the same spot, no longer going to help Freya.
Said human did a bridge to quickly get up before Dorghu’s boot could come down, kicking his face before getting onto her feet. Dorghu swung at her temple, and she ducked, going under his arm and pushing him forward. As he stumbled she got him into a choke hold, legs around his waist so he couldn’t sweep her, and after a couple seconds of fumbling around, Dorghu laughed and tapped out.
Kandomere was in awe. This human was an amazing fighter, and this orc, instead of throwing a fit about being bested by a human female, laughed. What the hell was happening?!
Freya then turned to him, motioning him over with her finger. He slowly approached her, not completely sure what was going to happen now.
“Alright, your turn!” she smiled. He startled. Glancing around the room, he stood up a little straighter.
“I’d rather keep my dignity, thank you,” she laughed. A throw your head back, eyes closed laugh.
“Well, that’s not the attitude you want to have going into a fight,” she smiled. She started to circle him, analyzing his figure. He was hyper aware of where her eyes were, and he found himself wondering if his body was up to her standards. That thought was quickly crushed, of course he was. Elves are naturally much more fit than humans. He also thought it was preposterous to think she would judge anyone based on their body, she was chubby, yet it seemed like she was very active. He shook his head, seeing that she was in front of him again. She looked beautiful, in a sports bra and leggings and clearly in her element. He noticed a line of tattoos going down her ribcage. Each had initials, and two dates under them. There was also a gemini sign on her collarbone, and he noticed a patch of red on her hip, but it was cut off by the leggings. Suddenly, she was moving towards him, very fast, and her fist was coming towards him. He blocked out of instinct, sidestepping to get out of the way.
“See? No dignity has been damaged yet!” she smirked, coming at him again. Seeing the change in her tactics from defensive to offensive was off putting, she seemed to be good at both. He lost himself in the movements, going through the intricate dance of sparring with her, finding it a little harder to do in his three piece suit and gorget. He could vaguely hear the teenagers cheering for Freya, but he was focused totally on her. The way her body moved, trying to anticipate her next move. She was giving intentional tells, he noticed, and realized that this must be a teaching opportunity for her students. He smirked, showing some pointy teeth, and she faltered. He quickly rushed, but she rolled out of the way just as quickly, reorienting herself. He noticed her foot move slightly, and braced himself, but he was not prepared for her to do a spinning kick in the air, and suddenly he was on the ground, and she was right above him, pinning him to the ground. He smiled slightly, not finding the power within himself to be butthurt about losing, and tapped her arm, signaling his surrender.
“Time!” she called, and one of the male orc teens stepped forward.
“Dad was 8 minutes, the elf,” he spat the word elf bitterly. “Was 22 minutes,” his eyes widened. Had it been that long?
“See?” she gave him a breathtaking smile. “I don’t think any dignity was lost, you just broke the record!” his head tilted.
“Record?” he asked, confused.

Freya tried not to fangirl over his head tilt. He looked like a puppy. A blue haired, very sexy puppy, but it was still cute. She cleared her throat, walking to the towels, Kandomere following.
“The previous record of someone lasting against me was around 19 minutes,” she said, and Kandomere stumbled over nothing.
“Impressive,” he coughed. He was obviously very out of his element. Freya smiled sweetly at him.
“Alright, guys, class is over, go home!” she laughed as the teenagers whined.
“What about movie night?” Susanne asked.
“I thought that was Friday’s?” Freya asked. And Susanne’s cheeks turned purple, the orc girl blushing a little bit.
“Well, we were hoping we could watch that new one with you tonight? Because the other kids are all seeing it tonight to?” Hannah mumbled. All the teens walked up to her, giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes they could, which admittedly looked a little odd on a bunch of orcs.
“Alright, okay,” Freya gave. The teens cheered. “Jamie, ask your dad to set up the church,” she said, then leaned over to whisper in her ear. “And tell him I might bring the elf.” Jamie smirked, giving her the eyebrows before pulling the other orcs out the door, grabbing Dorghu on her way out.
Freya slowly turned to Kandomere, biting her lip nervously.
“So… um…” she started, and Kandomere cut her off.

He was back in his element, acting smooth, feeling much better once seeing how comfortable she was around the orcs.
“Movie night?” he asked, and she nodded shyly (read: adorably).
“If… if you want to, I mean, I get it if you just want to drop the muffin tray and run, especially after that, which was probably really unexpected, but I think you’d like the movie, and um ya know, your mum told me it was your day off so if you wanna go spend it somewhere else that’s totally cool, but the movie nights are always really relaxing. Dorghu sets up this big projector screen in the church and we all bring over a bunch of pillows and blankets and watch whatever movie we voted on. It happens every week if you want to come another time- or say you will as an excuse and then never having anything to-” he cut her off once again, placing a finger to her lips.
“It sounds great,” he smiled at her reassuringly, showing a little bit of teeth, and he filed away some knowledge for later. She babbles.

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Freya dopily smiled at him, then cleared her throat, standing up straighter.
“Oh… Um… Great!” she grinned. “I need to go change, I’m all sweaty!” she blurted, running up stairs to her apartment. “Feel free to come up,” she shouted over her shoulder at Kandomere, leaving the door to her third floor apartment open. She heard quiet steps coming up the steps as she closed her bedroom door. Changing into a low cut t-shirt with the words “Here to f*cking break hearts” printed in cursive on the front. Also throwing on a pair of leggings, she exited the bedroom, seeing Kandomere awkwardly standing in the doorway of her apartment.
“Have a seat!” she coaxed, gesturing to one of the extremely comfy (but still luxurious) loveseats. Kandomere gracefully sat, nodding his head. “They probably won’t have the church all set up for another half hour, and it’s only a five minute walk,” she sat down on the other loveseat, across the coffee table from Kandomere. Then she noticed he was still holding the muffin tray, she giggled, standing. Taking the muffin tray from his lap, she walked over to the kitchen.

Kandomere found his eyes, once again, drifting to Freya’s ass as she walked to the kitchen. Which was extremely odd. Kandomere was no prude, he had had his fair share of lovers, however all of them elves, and he was never the one to notice them. It wouldn’t be until after they expressed interest when he would start to notice their more attractive features, but with Freya he found his eyes following the curve of her body, observing the swell of her breasts under that low cut t-shirt she was wearing when she was facing him. Shaking his head, he came back into the land of the living with Freya waving a hand in front of his face.
“Are you okay?” she asked, putting her face very close to his to scan him. “You zoned out…” she mumbled, freezing for a moment when their eyes met. He knew humans often found his eyes striking, however he expected she would be used to elves distinctly different eyes after growing up with them. She quickly snapped out of her small trance. “Oh! Are you tired? Damn it, I should’ve been more considerate,” she muttered standing up straight, leaving Kandomere eye-level with her rather large breasts. “Are you too tired for movie night? Would you like to leave? Or would you like me to make you some tea?” She quickly began to fuss over him, and while Kandomere was touched, this was not the reason he zoned out. Quickly grabbing her hands, he smirked.
“I’m fine, just lost in thought,” he explained, and noticed, to his delight, that Freya was blushing. She nodded, standing up, pulling her hands away in the process.
“Well, um…” she stuttered, cute. “I was wondering if I could get you anything? Tea, coffee, a muffin?” she giggled. Kandomere smiled at her adorableness.
“I would actually love to try one of your muffins,” he told her, and her face lit up. “My mother kept them all to herself, so I wasn’t able to try one earlier,” before he even finished his sentence, she was running into the kitchen, a skip in her step.
“Of course! Oh my gosh I bet you’ll love them!” she gushed, and Kandomere’s smile widened. How this woman could go from being a total badass to being adorable was beyond him.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Freya was blushing beyond belief. His eyes...
She was used to elf eyes, of course, but Kandomere’s... She could stare into them all day and be perfectly content. Shaking her head to clear her mind of those pining thoughts, she took out a muffin, placing it on a plate, and brought it back into the living room, hoping that her blush had gone down.
Judging by Kandomere’s smirk, it hadn’t.
Handing him the muffin, she sat back down and pulled out her phone to check the time. They had another 10 minutes before they had to get going. She looked back up from her phone to see Kandomere beaming, and the muffin was gone. Wow…
“That was delicious!” he told her, and she smiled shyly.
“I’m glad you liked it!” Freya said, biting her lip a little. Kandomere’s eyes were drawn to the action, however Freya was oblivious.
Leaning forward, Fredya spoke again. “So, we have 10 minutes, so let’s get to know each other,” she smiled.
“What would you like to know?” Kandomere asked, doing his sexy/adorable head tilt. Freya blushed. Damn it! She never blushed this much, ever. Recovering, she smirked.
“The deep stuff,” she said.
“The deep stuff?” Kandomere rose an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah!” her smile widened. “Like… favorite color!”

This human was adorable. Kandomere smiled fondly.
“That’s deep?” he questioned, and Freya nodded.
“Yeah! The answer to the stereotypical ‘deep’-” here she put finger quotes, “questions are always some BS someone read on the internet. But you can learn a lot about people by knowing the simple things, their likes and dislikes, their favorite animal, favorite song, favorite color…” she trailed off, blushing. “Sorry, that was a lot…” Kandomere shook his head, smiling.
“I think it was very insightful,” he consoled. “People tend to try and dig so deep into the person they’re getting to know that they forget to ask about the simple things,” Freya beamed, her eyes lighting up, and by god if that wasn’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen…
“So what is your favorite color?” she asked. Kandomere smiled again. He seemed to do that a lot around her.
“Forest green,” he told her.
“Any particular reason? Or is it just a nice color?” Freya pressed.
“It reminds me of when my mother would take me up to Oregon, where my father grew up, after he died. She bought a house in the suburbs just outside his home city as soon as her mate sickness faded. Our backyard was all woods and I would play in the woods and try to befriend the fairies and search for gnomes. It would just be my mother and I, no servants, and I always felt a little closer to her after the trips,” he smiled fondly, replaying the memories in his head. Looking to Freya, she was also smiling, looking at him as if he were the most important person in the world. This woman was doing things to him… oh dear.
“That’s… amazing,” she said. “I honestly didn’t expect that deep an answer,” she laughed a little. “See? Favorite color can be pretty deep!” Kandomere chuckled a little as well.
“What about your favorite color?” he asked, leaning forward a little. She seemed to think about it for a moment.
“Hazel, as in the eye color,” she said.
“Why is that?” Kandomere asked, curious.
“Well, before I was adopted, before I ran away from the orphanage, the woman who ran the orphanage was honestly who I called mom. She was a sweet old lady with hazel eyes and her hair used to be brown. She died when I was four, but I never forgot her hazel eyes. The next lady that came into the orphanage to run it had cruel black eyes, and they totally fit her,” she paused for a second, sighing, and Kandomere reached across the coffee table to hold her hand, feeling the need to comfort and support her. “She’s the reason I ran away. The orphanage was right on the border of Elf Town, and I ran into my… parents-” she spit out the word. “They really only adopted me for PR reasons. They didn’t even raise me, the help did…” she clenched her fist that was not being held, and Kandomere squeezed her hand.
“But if they hadn’t adopted you, you never would have met my mother, and you never would have met me, and we probably wouldn’t be sitting here in your apartment talking right now,” he smiled slightly at her, and she gave a small one back. Standing, still holding her hand, he smirked at her. “Now, I believe we have a movie to catch?” Freya was on her feet in an instant, running to put on her shoes, letting go of Kandomere’s hand in the process. He immediately missed the contact.

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The walk to the church had been uneventful. At some point during the walk Freya had looped her arm through Kandomere’s blushing heavily but craving the contact too much to care. Kandomere had smirked, but said nothing. When they arrived to the church, Freya let go of Kandomere’s arm, moving a couple steps away from him. Kandomere seemed to unconsciously reach out for her after she moved away, before his arm snapped back to his side. Before he could question her, however, a small orc boy barreled into her.
“FREYAAAA!” he shouted, wrapping his arms around her as she laughed.
“Hey Sam! Ready for movie night?” she asked, smiling at the boy, Sam, who was just about as tall as her. He excitedly nodded.
“Yeah! Dad said I’m allowed to watch PG-13 movies now!” he smiled proudly.
“Woah!” Freya smiled with a surprised look on her face. “That’s a high honor for an 8-year-old!” she pulled away, giving him a fist bump, before ‘Sam’ turned to look at Kandomere.
“Are you Freya’s boyfriend?” he asked, with all the innocence of a child. The little shit knew exactly what he was doing though. Freya blushed.
“Uh… no… that’s… um, not…” she stuttered and Kandomere smiled a little bit.
“Not yet,” he said, smirking at the boy while glancing at the adorable stuttering mess next to him. Said mess looked like she was about to spontaneously combust. Don’t encourage the little shit! She screamed in her mind.
“Um… haha… I’m gonna head inside!” she rushed in, blushing. He was joking, right? Harmless flirting? There was no way he’d actually be interested in her! Her mind immediately went to his gorget, which, while he wasn’t wearing when he came to drop off the tray, had their words burned into her mind. Elves above all, above all elves. Her ‘parents’ had always told her so, having their own gorgets, they even had Freya wear one when she was still living with them, a magic binding it to her until they disowned her.
Running into Jamie, the young orc smirked, snapping Freya out of her sad flashback.
“Is that blush I see on your cheeks?” she smirked, and Freya shook her head frantically at the teen. Jamie did the eyebrows at her again, and Freya’s blush, which still hadn’t disappeared since walking inside the church, intensified. Damn it.
“Nope, nah, you’re imagining things,” she laughed nervously, backing up and bumping right into… Dorghu.
“We’re gonna be invited to the wedding right?” he laughed heartily. “It’d be interesting to see how elves handle weddings!” Freya blushed.
“Stop it! Guys, elves don’t get married, they have mates…” Freya rolled her eyes. “And do you have any idea how unlikely it is that I’m his?” she shrugged helplessly, slumping onto one of the beanbags. Though… nope, not even entertaining that idea.

Kandomere pondered it. He had been just outside the doorway when Freya had said that. Perhaps… but it would be impossible to know unless he fell in love with her… Until then, he’d play it by (pointy) ear. Walking in, he looked around. The orcs and human looked up at him, human smiling, orcs smirking. Scratch that, human nervously smiling with an extremely red face, while slumped on a bean bag, orcs teasingly smirking.
“Dorghu,” Kandomere greeted, and the tall orc nodded.
“Elf,” he acknowledged. Sam came running in.
“Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Da-”
“What Sam?” Dorghu laughed, and Sam smiled.
“Why were-” he cut himself off when he looked at Freya. “-are Freya’s cheeks red? Is that a human thing?” Freya’s cheeks reddened even further, to which the corner of Kandomere’s lips tilted up. Dorghu threw his head back and laughed heartily, clapping a hand on Freya’s shoulder. She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look intimidating, but Kandomere, even after seeing her fight and fighting her, couldn’t see her as anything but cute.
“This isn’t fair…” she muttered, before violently turning to point a finger at Kandomere. His eyes widened. “They’re supposed to be on my side! What did you pay them?” he laughed.
“I didn’t pay them, though this has been pretty quality entertainment…” He might actually consider paying them if they made Freya blush like that every time he was around.
“Uh… haha…” Freya let out a forced laugh, before shifting her gaze to Dorghu. “MOVIE! Yes, movie! We were planning on watching a movie! Is it all set up?” she asked, and Kandomere realized his smile hadn’t left his face since they had left the apartment.
Dorghu nodded. “It’s all set up, blankets, projector, pillows, the lot,” she nodded.
“Let’s go!” Freya’s hand somehow found Kandomere’s again, dragging him over to the area where everything was set up. Kandomere’s eyes widened, seeing a projector screen, and blankets and pillows strewn about the whole area. At least 20 orcs filled the space, along with 5 or 6 humans, occupying most of the blankets. “Come on then! We’ll take my usual spot!” Freya kept moving, over to a corner where there was a giant pillow fort set up. “Amazing, isn’t it?” she asked him, and Kandomere decided to not tell her he had never made or been in the presence of a pillow fort. “I built it a while ago, and they’ve never taken it down, one of my best creations!’ she was so proud of herself, beaming with her chest puffed out, Kandomere couldn’t help it.
“Adorable,” he muttered, and Freya turned to him, apparently he was quiet enough that she hadn’t heard him.
“Sorry what?” she asked, and he smiled at her.
“Oh, I was just saying your muffins might compete for that spot,” Kandomere smirked, and Freya blushed, swatting his arm.
“Hush and sit down, the movie’s bout to start,” she grumbled, pulling him down onto the pillows. Kandomere landed with an ‘oof’.

Freya was tired. Kandomere was really hot. Freya was unsure how to handle her situation. Kandomere was sitting so close to Freya that they were basically touching, and Freya was very tempted to, once the movie started, snuggle up with him. Deciding that would be weird and he was definitely not into her as much as she was into him.
Kandomere was watching the movie with a puzzled look on his face. Freya wasn’t surprised, it was a low budget orc movie that had just come out. The plot was amazing, but wasn’t very well executed.
“It’s not supposed to be taken seriously,” she whispered to him, and Kandomere looked down at her, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “It’s so awful that we just laugh at how awful it is,” she explained, and Kandomere’s brows furrowed.
“Why would someone make a movie like that?” he asked her, and Freya giggled.
“Because it sells,” she smiled, booping his nose. Kandomere’s confused face morphed into one of surprise. Freya blushed. “Sorry…” she muttered, starting to scooch away, but Kandomere slung his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.
“It’s quite alright,” he smiled at her, and Freya nodded, looking very much like a deer in the headlights. They fell into a content silence, watching the movie together, when Kandomere thought to ask her another question. “Are there other movies like that?” he asked, and Freya turned to him, smirking. She spent the next 10 minutes quietly explaining the Sharknado series to him, and how they kept making more, and people kept seeing them, kept paying to watch them, even though they were so. stupid.

About an hour into the movie, Kandomere glanced over at Freya, who had at some point cuddled into his side, and noticed that she had fallen asleep. He smirked, and, unable to resist, placed a kiss on the crown of her head. He had enjoyed hearing her talk about those Sharknado movies, not that he understood much of what she said, just she was so adorable, her frustration seeming like a bunny who just had a carrot taken from her.
When the movie ended, Kandomere went to wake Freya, when Dorghu stopped him.
“I wouldn’t,” he said. Kandomere looked over at him, giving him a look as if to ask ‘what?’.
“She has insomnia, it’s a miracle she fell asleep,” he explained. “I can carry her back to her apartment,” Dorghu went to pick Freya up, but Kandomere beat him to it.
“I can do it,” he said, cradling her close to his chest. Elves were much stronger than humans, so Kandomere could carry Freya easily. He noted a soft smile on her face as she snuggled into his chest. Dorghu nodded.
“Just know, elf,” Dorghu started, and Kandomere looked back at him. “You break her heart, I break you, no matter the consequences,” Kandomere’s eyes widened.
“I’ll help!” the orc girl from earlier said, crossing her arms.
“I give you my full permission, if I ever hurt her,” Kandomere said softly, looking down at the human in his arms.The thought passed his mind that it was odd how attached he was to her after less than 12 hours.
Once he got her home, Kandomere gently put Freya down on her couch, feeling that it would be an invasion of privacy if he went into her bedroom. Leaving a note on her coffee table, he moved back over to the short human woman. Her brow was furrowed, and she was curled up on herself.
“Buenas noches, mi alma,” Kandomere murmured, placing a kiss on her forehead, seeing her face smooth out, a small smile taking over, before heading out. It only occurred to him once he was back to his apartment, laying in bed, what he had called her.
My soul.

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When Freya woke, she was on her couch, smiling, and snuggling into the pillows. A blanket had been carefully draped over her, and she felt well rested for the first time in ages.
Sitting up and swiping her lavender hair out of her face, she looked around and saw a note on her coffee table. Picking it up, she noticed the swooping, elegant letters, distinctly not Dorghu’s handwriting.
I hope you slept well. I would have put you on your bed, but I didn’t want to invade your privacy. I really enjoyed the movie, and I was hoping you’d join me tonight to watch these ‘Sharknado’ movies you told me so much about. -Kandomere
Freya let out a rather unlady-like squeal, smiling ear-to-ear. Shooting up from the couch, she rifled through her pockets and pulled out her phone. Looking at the time Freya’s eyes widened, it was almost noon! She never slept that late even when she was able to sleep!
Smile never leaving her face, Freya opened her messages and shot a text to Kandomere.
***-***-**** : I look forward to educating you on the stupidity of American film!
Freya looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing a bright-eyed, smiling young woman who she barely recognized. This elf is going to kill me! It was so strange, having barely known him 24 hours and she was already enamoured with him. Feeling her phone buzz, she quickly picked it up, opening her messages again.
Kandyman : I look forward to being educated ;)
Cheeky bastard, sending a winky face. Even as she thought it, she was blushing. Unable to stop smiling, Freya opened the door and walked down to the first floor, where her flower shop was. Flipping the OPEN sign, she wandered behind the counter, texting Kandomere one last time.
***-***-**** : I close up shop around 5, so I’ll need to clean up a bit and call a cab, I’ll probably be in Elf town around 6:30 if that’s alright with you?
Remembering she had no idea where in Elf town Kandomere lived, Freya typed in one more text.
***-***-**** : What’s your address btw?

Kandomere woke up at his usual time of 6 am, having work that Friday. Stretching and wandering into his ensuite, he turned the shower on before glancing in the mirror. What he saw surprised him. He was grinning without even noticing. His grin widened even more when he thought of the reason. Freya.
Once Kandomere was at the MTF office, Montehugh met him at the door to his office.
“Hey bo-” he cut himself off. “What the hell happened to you on your day off?” he asked incredulously. Kandomere rose an eyebrow.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“Boss, you’re smiling,” Montehugh said as if it was the strangest thing he had ever seen.
“And?” Kandomere prompted, opting to not tell Montehugh about Freya, he’d never hear the end of it. The elf with a stick up his ass, crushing on a human! He didn’t need that.
“Right, yeah, totally normal,” Montehugh rose a bushy eyebrow, as if to tell Kandomere that this conversation wasn’t over. They walked into his office, and Kandomere sat down in front of his desk, Kandomere taking the seat behind it.
“So… what?” Montehugh asked, and Kandomere just glanced at him. “Did you have the best lay of your life? Beat up a whole gang of orcs? Splurge on something amazing?” Kandomere smirked a little, shaking his head a little.
“Any news on the cult sacrifice case?” he asked, ignoring his partner. Said partner rolled his eyes.
“This conversation isn’t over, but yes,” he sighed. “We have three suspects in custody, and that expert we called in, the centaur? He says we should be looking for five more based on the scorch marks and runes used in the ritual sights,” suddenly he was all business, explaining the developments in the case. “Special Agent Geer’tah is leading a team to apprehend another suspect, and we have to interrogate the other three. They’ve been in lock up a little over 8 hours,” Kandomere stood, grabbing the case file with the pictures they needed, and briskly walked to the elevator that would take them to the third floor, where the holding cells and interrogation rooms were.
“Shall we?” he asked, and Montehugh nodded.
“Sure, and maybe you’ll tell me why you walked in this morning with that weird ass smile,”

Kandomere had just finished interrogating the last suspect, having gotten confessions from all three of the ones brought in, and two more names. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he fished it out, smiling when he saw the name above the message.
Norse Goddess(?) : I look forward to educating you on the stupidity of American film!
Kandomere’s smile widened when he realized that was her way of accepting his invitation. Typing a response, still smiling, he decided to be a little flirty. It wouldn’t hurt, right?
***-***-**** : I look forward to being educated ;)
Putting his phone back in his pocket, Kandomere walked to Montehugh, who was waiting in the elevator.
“Oh no, the smile’s back,” he smirked, and Kandomere shook his head.
“You met someone, didn’t you?” Montehugh asked, and Kandomere rolled his eyes. “You did!” he basically shouted it, and Kandomere flinched a bit, before deciding to appease Montehugh.
“Yes, I did,” he said simply. Montehugh laughed.
“Well? I need details, man!” sometimes Kandomere forgot that Montehugh was the stereotypical gay best friend, due to his hard-ass way of pushing suspects, but it was moments like this where Kandomere was reminded.
“Do you?” he asked, and Montehugh groaned. Kandomere’s phone buzzed again, and he pulled it out.
Norse Goddess(?) : I close up shop around 5, so I’ll need to clean up a bit and call a cab, I’ll probably be in Elf town around 6:30 if that’s alright with you?
Kandomere was about to type out a response saying that he could pick her up on his way home from work, but Montehugh snatched the phone out of his hands.
“NORSE GODDESS?!” he shouted, before promptly laughing his ass off. Kandomere pouted. “THAT’S HILARIOUS! OH MY GOD I NEED AIR….” Kandomere rolled his eyes again, he was doing a lot of that today.
“Are you quite done?” he asked, and Montehugh let out one more short laugh before nodding.
“Why the question mark?” he asked, and Kandomere felt a little heat rising to his cheeks. Not that he’d even admit it.
“Well, her name is Freya,” he explained. “And I wasn’t sure if it was after the norse goddess Freya or not,” and Montehugh smirked.
“Uh huh,” he said like a little shit. “And…? What’s she like? Do you think she’s your mate?” Kandomere shrugged.
“I don’t know, I won’t know unless I fall in love with her-”
“Which you’re well on your way to doing,” Kandomere shot him a glare.
“As for what she’s like, she’s… well, something,” he paused, gathering his thoughts about her before smiling. “She’s a beautiful human girl, and a very skilled martial artist-”
“Did you say human?!” Montehugh shouted again, by now they were back in Kandomere’s office.
“Yes, Ulysses, she’s human, now can I continue?” Montehugh sobered himself, nodding. “She’s extremely amusing and smart, but at the same time she has this aura of innocence and when she smiles it’s like you’re the only person in the world and she’s just.... Wonderful,” he sighed, and Montehugh had his jaw dropped.
“Pussy-whipped,” he muttered, and Kandomere snapped his head back to look at him.
“Shut up,” he murmured, crossing his arms.
“Dude, I think you’re already in love with her,” Kandomere’s eyes widened.
“I don’t think so,” he shook his head, and Montehugh held his phone out to him.
“She texted again,” Kandomere snatched the phone quickly, opening it and smiling at her message, even though it was nothing significant.
Norse Goddess(?) : What’s your address btw?
“Yeah, totally not in love,” Montehugh rolled his eyes, walking out and to his own office. Kandomere quickly texted a reply once he couldn’t see Montehugh through the window in the door.
***-***-**** : I can just pick you up on my way home from work if that’s alright?
***-***-**** : It’d be around 6?
Kandomere leaned back in his chair, not at all anxiously waiting for a response. His phone buzzed and he did not jump, not at all.
Norse Goddess(?) : That’d actually be great if you’re sure you don’t mind?
His smile didn’t leave as he sent her a text back.
***-***-**** : Not at all
In fact, he wasn’t sure his smile left at all from that moment to when he got in his car at the end of the day.

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After Freya finished up work around 5 o’clock, she flipped the OPEN sign so it said ‘CLOSED’ and went up the stairs to her apartment. Looking down at herself, she noticed the dirt all over her clothes and all over her arms. Freya groaned, turning on her playlist titled ‘Jammin’ and hopped in the shower. Surprisingly, the water pressure was divine despite being in a kind of run down building. There may or may not have been a couple upgrades using her ex-adoptive-parents’ bank account. She didn’t even think they noticed, as the upgrades all together were the cost of their coffee machine.
Scrubbing in her ‘color-saving’ shampoo, Freya reflected on the events of today and yesterday. Mainly the events that involved snuggling up with Kandomere during the movie and… that’s enough reflecting. Reflecting on Kandomere, she realised, meant falling for him, and that was a no go. Every 1 in 7 million elves had a mate that wasn’t an elf, and that made her chances of being his… very slim. Math was not her forte.
Once Freya got out of the shower, the debate started on what to wear. Obviously not something formal, they were just watching movies at his place and she didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard. At the same time she didn’t think it was wise to go in sweatpants and a tank-top, making it seem like she didn’t care at all. At the end of a 10 minute discussion with herself that Freya wasn’t sure was completely in her head, her outfit was decided. A dark blue tunic that was fitted around her breasts and then splayed out around her torso a some leggins with a floral print. Hearing her text tone go off, Freya jumped. Unlocking it, she saw a text.
Kandyman : I’m outside, are you ready?
Freya threw on her tan moccasins while awkwardly texting back one-handed.
***-***-**** : Coming down now
Freya booked it down the stairs, slipping on a puddle just outside the door before she could lock it. Falling forwards, Freya let out a shout before said shout was muffled by a chest and she was encircled in some very warm, strong, suit-clad arms.
“You should be more careful,” a deep voice said, and she felt the chest her face was on rumble. Looking up, Freya was met with Kandomere. Eyes widening, she went to move away when the arms tightened around her. “Are you alright?” he asked, peering into her face with those eyes that she thought were the most spectacular things she had ever seen.
“Uh… yeah,” she nodded, staring up at him with wide eyes.

Kandomere was totally enamoured with this girl. She had just come running out of her building, and fallen straight into his arms. He momentarily panicked when she pulled away, wanting to hold her a bit longer, but recovered quickly, asking if she was alright. When she looked up at him with her For the first time in his life, Kandomere felt his face heat up in what must have been a blush.
Realizing that he had held on to her for a bit longer than could’ve been classified as just making sure she was alright, Kandomere let her go, backing away from her.
Freya smiled shyly, and Kandomere noted that when she smiled like that she looked so much younger, more innocent. Kandomere smirked at her.
“Hello,” he greeted, and she nodded at him.
“Hi,” she said back, biting her lip. Kandomere was overcome with the urge to kiss her, but fought it back with a shake of his head.
“Shall we?” he motioned to his beautiful black Jaguar F Type that was parked a little ways down the street, and Freya smiled widely.
“We shall,” she took his hand, walking a little ahead of him. Kandomere was a little fed up with himself for always admiring her ass, but he really couldn’t help it, especially in those leggings… Okay that’s enough of that. “Coming?” she turned around, smiling cutely at him. Oh dear… her tunic fit a little tightly around her chest, and it took a lot of his will power to bring his gaze back up to her face. When he did however, she was blushing heavily. “Is my outfit… okay? I mean, I’m pretty sure it isn’t inappropriate unless like-” oh dear. Once again she seemed to be oblivious to the effect she had on him.
“No, you look beautiful,” her blush deepened. “I was just lost in thought,” he led her to his car, letting go of her hand to open the passenger side door. He tried to ignore the way his hand felt empty without the weight of her’s, keyword tried. Her blush was still present on her face when she got in the car, and Kandomere decided he would endeavor to make her blush more often.
Once they were on the road, Freya gasped. “Oh my god! I love this song! Can I turn the radio up?” she turned her pleading eyes to Kandomere, and now Kandomere understood why humans could say that someone that wasn’t a puppy had puppy eyes. He smirked, nodding. Freya let out an adorable squeal before turning up the music, singing along.
“Pray for the wicked on the weekend! Mama can I get another amen? Woah-oh-oh oh, it’s Saturday night!” She was dancing in her seat, her body moving sexily but she seemed to be unaware of that. She kept singing the song, Say Amen by Panic! At the Disco. Kandomere had heard this song before, he considered pop music his rebellion to his family when he was an elf equivalent to a teenager in the 80’s, and then continued to like it through adulthood. He noticed that Freya, despite her belting out the lyrics in a car, had a beautiful voice.
Once the song had finished and went into another one, this one by Train, Freya turned to him.
“I totally didn’t peg you as someone who would listen to a pop radio station!” she smiled, her eyes sparkling, and Kandomere knew she was just teasing him.
“A guilty pleasure,” he sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I admit it,” he smirked at her as she giggled, deciding he liked that sound.
“Don’t worry, hun, I won’t tell anyone,” Kandomere side eyed her, as he had to continue to watch the road. He rose an eyebrow.
“Hun?” he asked.

Freya blushed. Oops…
“Sorry, um, I just… sorry,” she stammered, and Kandomere reached over to her lap and put his hand over hers.
“It’s fine, call me whatever petname your heart desires,” he smiled at her reassuringly before pulling into the garage of his building. “As long as I can do the same to you,”
“Oh! Yeah!” Freya’s blush deepened. She’d let him call her anything honestly as long as she got to hear his (very sexy) voice. “Of course,” As soon as Kandomere parked Freya was out of the car. Kandomere took his time, walking over to her and offering her his arm like they were going to some posh party.
Looping her arm through his Freya smiled, allowing him to lead her to the elevator. The elevator with literal gold doors. Oh dear…
Once in the elevator, Kandomere pushed the button to the top floor, waving his key fob over a black box. The light on the box turned green and they started to go up. Freya realized that Kandomere’s apartment was the frickin penthouse! Freya knew she shouldn’t feel intimidated, knowing she grew up like this, but she was never comfortable with wealth. Wealth meant power, which almost always meant abuse of said power. Freya was pretty confident that Kandomere wasn’t like that, but she was still kind of anxious.
The doors opened with a *ding* and Freya’s mouth dropped at the floor to ceiling windows on an entire wall of Kandomere’s living area. The space was open concept, and looking to her left once they walked in Freya saw a beautiful kitchen with appliances worth more than most apartments in LA. Looking back at Kandomere, she saw his beautiful smile as he gestured to the sofa. It was huge and had so many soft blankets piled on it. Freya rose her eyebrow at the blankets and Kandomere cleared his throat.
“I set them out this morning after I asked you to come over,” he explained, and Freya nodded, smiling shyly.
“So…” she trailed off. “Do you even own the Sharknado DVDs?” she asked, and Kandomere lifted a plastic bag that she had not noticed was in his hand.
“Bought them before I picked you up,” he smirked, and she gasped.
“THEM? YOU BOUGHT ALL FIVE?!” she exclaimed, facepalming. Kandomere’s smirk fell into a confused face.
“Yes?”
“Kandomere sweetie,” she started, missing his blush at the pet name. “After one movie, the novelty of it being a horrible funny one wears off,” she sighed, smiling and shaking her head at him.
“Oh,” Kandomere said simply. Freya giggled, bumping her hip to his.
“You goof!” she started to laugh. “Maybe we’ll watch the rest during different movie nights.”
“So there will be more?” Kandomere sported a shit eating grin, trying to get her to blush, which succeeded.
“If you want there to be…” she looked down, and Kandomere grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“I’d love there to be,” he smiled, melting Freya’s heart. They stared into each other’s eyes, going silent, but the moment was ended by a buzz coming from Kandomere’s pocket. They jumped apart, Kandomere fishing for his phone.

Ulysses : How’s the date?
Kandomere sighed. “Sorry, a coworker of mine is being a little shit,” he shook his head, and started typing a reply. Looking up to see Freya gaping at him with wide eyes. “What?”
“You sweared!” she laughed. “Sorry, I just totally did not expect you to be okay with swearing,” she finally calmed down, and Kandomere smirked.
“Of course I’m fucking okay with swearing,” he chuckled and Freya shook her head.
“That’s just extra hun,” she giggled, flopping onto the couch. Kandomere was finding himself really liking the pet names she was giving him. Which was odd, he usually hated nicknames and that stuff. Hitting send, Kandomere joined his norse goddess on the couch.
***-***-**** : It was going great you ass
***-***-**** : Until I almost kissed her and you texted before I could
Kandomere turned off his phone, throwing it on the coffee table. He did not want his partner to do any more damage, after poking fun at him all day and then this text.
Freya sighed, already piled under some of the blankets, and Kandomere settled further into the couch. Then Freya giggled. Kandomere turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow.
“You forgot to put the DVD in,” she smirked, throwing off the blankets and shivering at the loss of warmth. Kandomere sighed, pushing himself up off the couch as well. Freya went into his kitchen, asking over her shoulder if he had any popcorn.
“In the cabinet on the left of the microwave,” he said, and then laughed as he saw Freya hold up both hands in an L shape. That’s adorable, she doesn’t know her left from her right. Once she figured out which one was left, she reached into the cabinet and pulled out two bags of popcorn, throwing one in the microwave. Kandomere busied himself with putting the DVD in the player, pointedly avoiding looking at Freya’s figure as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the popcorn button on the microwave. Once the DVD was in the player, Kandomere walked over to join Freya in the kitchen. Brushing past her, his hand touching her lower back so he could get by her to the fridge. There was plenty of space for him to scooch by, but she didn’t need to know that.
Kandomere basked in the shiver and the barely noticeable sigh Freya let out when his hand made contact, allowing the warmth that reached his hand through her tunic to calm his nerves a bit. Grabbing a Mike’s hard lemonade for Freya, and a beer for himself, he settled back on the couch and waited for Freya to come back and join him.
Holding a huge bowl of popcorn Freya plopped down next to Kandomere once again, gasping once she saw the Mike’s.
“How did you know my favorite?!” Freya asked, reaching over to hug him before immediately letting go. Before she could pull back, Kandomere could see she was a little embarrassed, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back to his chest.
“I may or may not have talked to my mother during the day and had her drop off your favorite alcohol…” he was glad Freya’s face was currently on his chest so she couldn’t see his blush.
“Awe,” she cooed, snuggling further into his chest and pulling the blankets over him. “That right there earned you extra cuddle points,” she paused. “Plus you’re really warm and comfy.” Kandomere smirked, tightening his arms around her and leaning his head down to brush his lips over her hair, subtly scenting her. It was an elf thing, making your partners smell like you so other elves and races with the same keen sense of smell would know they were taken. In the back of his mind Kandomere knew that he should really ask her if they could be exclusive before doing this, but he found that he couldn’t help himself. This pull to her was getting stronger, and he was pretty sure that he had never fallen for anyone this fast before. Now that he thought about it, he had never fallen for anyone romantically…
“Let’s watch that movie shall we?” Freya asked, and Kandomere nodded.

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After Sharknado had ended, and the credits were rolling on screen, Kandomere looked down at Freya, the little Norse Goddess was laying basically in his lap with her head on his chest. She seemed to be falling asleep, but Kandomere wasn’t quite ready to say goodnight yet. He looked down at her with an inquisitive look on his face.
“You looked surprised,” he said, and Freya blinked sleepily.
“Huh?” she asked, raising her head a little bit, and Kandomere smiled a bit at the sight of her hooded eyes and adorable confused expression.
“When I would laugh, you looked surprised,” he explained, raising an eyebrow at her. Jokingly he added on, “Do I seem so humorless?”. Freya’s eyes widened, and she stuttered out a reply, a blush becoming just visible on her cheeks. The room was pretty dark now, the sun having gone down and they had the lights off for the movie, but Kandomere thanked his heightened elf senses that he was able to see the dusting of pink on her cheeks. He also thanked the fact that Freya didn’t notice that he openly admitted to watching her during the movie.
“OH!” Freya gasped. “No! No! It’s just your mum always talked about how serious you were,” at serious she made a face. “And she talked about how dedicated to the MTF you were and… I don’t know, she just painted a picture of you as this all business, never cracks a smile kind of guy,” she paused, looking pensive. “But I think she was just so proud of your work that she wanted to highlight your achievements, ya know, ‘check out my son and his bad self’” Freya explained, giggling a little at the last bit. Kandomere, however, zoned in on a certain part of her explanation.
“You two would… talk about me?” he asked, raising his eyebrows with a smirk. Freya’s blush intensified as she looked back down.
“Um… well…” Freya looked so flustered, and Kandomere decided just then: Restraint be damned, she’s too fucking adorable. Of course, that could also have a little something to do with him being on his fifth beer of the night. Elves’ alcohol tolerance are higher than a human’s, but five was pushing it for him to stay sober. Kandomere gave Freya a quick kiss on the nose, and she froze, her nose twitching like a bunny’s, and looked back up at him with wide eyes.
“Don’t worry,” he purred. “My mother’s a chatterbox,” Freya nodded slowly, before hiding her face back in his chest. “Freya?” he asked, smiling fondly at the human, and said human squeaked.
“Freya’s not here right now, please leave a message after the beep,” A pause. “Beeeeeep,” she said in a high pitched voice. Kandomere laughed at her adorableness.
“What’s the matter, querida?” he asked, deciding to give her a taste of her own pet name medicine. Another squeak followed, and the girl burrowed further into his chest, her lavender hair tickled under his chin, causing him to chuckle a bit.
Before they started the movie, Kandomere had changed into a V-neck t-shirt and some more comfortable pants, so right now Freya’s face was on the bare part of his chest, something Kandomere was painfully aware of. Taking his hands from her lower back, where his arms had encircled her, Kandomere sought out her face, cupping her cheek. Slowly, Freya’s head rose, eyes still wide, and when their eyes met, she froze again. Kandomere wasn’t much better himself, staring intensely into her grey eyes, and then he was kissing her. He was kissing her, and she was kissing him back. His arms circled around her again,
pulling her body ever closer to his, and his chest filled with warmth. He knew, in that moment, that not only was Freya his mate, but he was already in love with her.

Once Kandomere pulled away, Freya stayed in the exact same spot, looking up at him. His eyes were practically glowing and Freya felt her heart swell as her body filled with warmth. Unable to deny the feeling that had been creeping up on her since Adalira introduced them, Freya finally admitted to herself that she was in love.
Kandomere grinned at her, and Freya suddenly couldn’t breathe, his smile was beautiful. His sharp canines poked out from behind his lips and Freya timidly smiled back.
“Wow,” Freya breathed, unable to really think out an intelligible phrase.
“Wow is right, mi alma,” Kandomere responded, leaning down to peck her lips. Freya suddenly jerked up into a sitting position as a slight burning sensation started on her right side, just below her breast. Kandomere jerked up as well, and they both pulled up their shirts to view the area. Freya gasped, looking at the words forming on her rib cage. Wow is right, mi alma.
“Oh my god!” She turned to look at Kandomere, seeing the word Wow on his ribs. They were mates! She was his mate! Remembering something from her elf culture class that her ex-parents had forced her to take, Freya gasped again. If the words are on the right side of the body, the mates are what are called ‘True Mates’. If the words are on the left side, the mates are ‘Civil Mates’. Having a true mate is a much more instinctual, carnal bond, the pair not really being able to live without each other, actually sharing each other’s life force. Civil mates are less tied to each other, acting much more like human partners.
“Well hello there, my lovely mate,” Kandomere said, smirking at her, and Freya’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, before Kandomere pulled her back into a much more passionate kiss, and her hands flew to the base of his neck, gripping his hair like a lifeline.
Sadly, their lovely kiss was broken by a yawn escaping Freya’s mouth. Kandomere chuckled against her lips, giving her a soft peck.
“Sleep, mi alma, you need your rest,” she nodded sleepily, her eyes already drooping.
“We still need to talk about this,” she mumbled, but wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay awake.
“In the morning, love,” Kandomere kissed her forehead as she nuzzled into his neck, placing an innocent kiss on his jaw, before falling asleep.

Kandomere smiled fondly at his mate, ignoring the small spike of arousal that had risen in him from the kisses. "Goodnight, my love,".

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When Freya woke up, the first thing she noticed was that her pillow was breathing, and very muscled. The second thing she noticed was that her face seemed to be stuck in a smile. She lifted her head, looking lazily around Kandomere’s apartment, however she could move no further than that, because as soon as Freya went to get up further, Kandomere’s arms tightened around her waist. In a low grumble Kandomere purred in Freya’s ear. “It’s too early, querida,”. He then nuzzled further into her neck, placing a sloppy open-mouthed kiss in the nook between her neck and shoulder. Freya’s smile widened, deliberately choosing to ignore the tightening in her core from that simple action, but just as she went to relax back against Kandomere, her stomach growled. She moved to get up again, but Kandomere’s arms tightened even further around her, said elf grumbling intelligibly.
“Goddamnit Kandomere,” she grumbled. “I need food to function,” she pouted, and Kandomere chuckled a bit. Suddenly Freya was in the air, and with a squeak and a blink she was back on the couch, however her elven pillow was standing in front of her.
“I’ll make breakfast, mi alma,” he smiled, kissing her forehead, and it was then Freya finally realized that Kandomere was shirtless.
“When did you lose your shirt?!” she stammered, blushing. Kandomere smirked slyly at her.
“You talk in your sleep, did you know that?” his grin widened as Freya’s blush deepened. She hid her face in her hands, groaning and scrunching her eyes shut.
“What did I say? Do I even wanna know?” she mumbled, and Kandomere pried her hands from her face, kissing her forehead once more.
Turning to the kitchen, Kandomere threw over his shoulder, “I believe your exact words were ‘this goddamn shirt is keeping me from my hunk of an elf’” Freya gasped, mortified. Sighing, she looked around.
“So that wasn’t a dream last night?” she asked. Kandomere turned back to her, shaking his head and still smiling widely. Written clearly in her writing on his ribs was the word ‘Wow’. Seeing it once more, Freya’s mind filled with small doubts, wondering if she was even ready for this kind of relationship and commitment.
“Oh god, we need to talk about this,” Kandomere tilted his head.
“Alright, then let’s talk,” he said, going over to the counter to start making pancake mix. Freya frowned, somehow already missing his warmth. Going over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, Freya rested her cheek against his shoulder blades, slightly admiring the toned muscles. Feeling his presence so close to her, Freya decided that she was definitely ready for the relationship and commitment that would come with it, however she still needed to clear things up.
“So, does this mean we’re dating?” Freya was not experienced at all with relationships, she had only ever had maybe two or three kisses in her life (and only one french kiss, but at that time it felt disgusting). Of course that number had increased since last night and finding out they were mates… Kandomere smiled over his shoulder at her.
“Do you want to be dating?” he asked calmly, though his heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, and the elf was sure with Freya’s ear so close she could hear it pounding. Freya took a second to gather her thoughts, so she could reply to him without screaming.
“Of course!” she replied, nuzzling more into his back. Then she paused, remembering her being taught about how fast mates tend to move. “But… um… can we go slow?” she mumbled, and Kandomere turned around, wrapping her in his arms.
“If that’s what you want, of course we can go slow,” Kandomere murmured, though in his head all he could think was my precious mate, she’s so adorable…
Freya thought more on her lessons, and remembered something about mate sickness.
“With us going slow, will mate sickness be a problem?” she asked, tilting her head. Kandomere shook his in a ‘no’.
“Mate sickness can be avoided just through touch, not specifically intimacy,” he smiled at her. “And you will not be as affected by it as I will, due to your being human,” he explained, and while he was fine with that and would endure anything for his mate, said mate pouted.
“Well I don’t want you to be affected at all…” she trailed off, before smiling cutely at Kandomere. “I guess we’ll just have to spend a lot of time together!”

It was official, Freya had melted Kandomere’s heart. Kandomere officially decided he would never stop smiling if his mate continued to be this adorable, and that wouldn’t usually be a problem, but he was supposed to be intimidating during interrogations… Freya would be the death of him.
Around 15 minutes later, Kandomere and Freya were seated at the kitchen island, eating pancakes. Freya took a bite, and promptly moaned. Kandomere raised an eyebrow at her, determined to not let her know how that sound affected him.
“These are so frickin good Kandomere… How the hell did you do this?” Freya sighed dreamily. Kandomere just smirked and shook his head. Looking at the clock on the oven, Kandomere’s eyes widened, seeing it read 10:00.
“Do you have to go to the shop today?” he asked, and Freya shook her head.
“You see the wonderful thing about me being my own boss, is I get to pick my own hours,” she smiled, adding: “And I am deciding to take the day off to spend it with my wonderful elf boyfriend,” she paused. “If that’s okay?”. Kandomere’s smile widened to the point where he felt his face might break.
“Of course it is, Freya!” he exclaimed, maybe a little too eagerly. Freezing and hoping he didn’t sound too desperate, Kandomere looked up to see his mate’s beautiful face smiling fondly at him. He cleared his throat. “Plus, I think there’s a Star Wars marathon on today, and we need a break from bad movies…” Freya nodded, then paused for a second, pouting.
“Are they doing the stupid prequels too?” she asked, groaning, but perked up when Kandomere shook his head ‘no’.
“Just the originals, as it should be, querida,” he smirked, and Freya sighed.
“Oof take me I’m yours,” she swooned, giggling, and Kandomere smirked.
“If you insist,” and suddenly Freya was being bridle-carried back to the couch. Freya giggled some more, forgetting for a second about how strong Kandomere would have to be to lift her with this much ease. Then she giggled some more, internally swooning over her handsome elf. Snuggling into Kandomere’s chest as he gently sat down on the couch, she smirked a bit.
“The big bad elf, is into Star Wars?” she teased, but Kandomere scoffed.
“Everyone at least secretly likes Star Wars,” he said as if it were obvious, then he leaned in closer to her face as if he was sharing some conspiratorial secret. “But you can’t tell anyone, I have a reputation to uphold,” And Freya’ giggles returned, she was full out laughing, at least until they both fell off the couch that is.
Laughing some more, Kandomere realized that the couch was definitely too narrow if they were to be comfortably cuddling all day.
“We could use my bedroom, there’s a TV in there,” he suggested innocently, however when he saw Freya’s blush he scrambled to recover. “I mean, I’m sorry, I didn’t-” then Freya’s lips were on his.
“Shh, it’s okay,” she whispered as she pulled back. “Let’s watch some Star Wars!” she grinned at him, pulling Kandomere by his hand towards what she assumed was his bedroom. Opening the door, she walked straight into the laundry room, groaned, then turned around.
“Where is your bedroom?” she bit her lip, smiling sheepishly. Kandomere shook his head with a smile on his face and opened the door at the very end of the hallway. Freya gasped in amazement at not just the size of the bedroom but also Kandomere’s California king size bed, and his huge TV screen. Kandomere grinned at her, grabbing the remote and sitting down on the bed, facing the TV. Freya stood there awkwardly for a minute before crawling up onto the bed, which was a task in itself considering how short Freya was and how tall the bed was.
Once Freya actually got on the bed, she sat next to Kandomere and snuggled into his chest, smiling as the TV turned on and Kandomere flipped to the channel with the Star Wars marathon on. It turned on just as Obi Wan was fighting Vader.
“Of frickin course we tune in at this part!” Freya groaned, burying her head in Kandomere’s chest.
Said elf groaned, irrationally annoyed at the TV. Switching over to a streaming service he had, he quickly bought all the Star Wars movies and hit play on Episode IV.
“You didn’t have to buy them!” Freya exclaimed, but Kandomere just put his finger on her lips, kissing her temple.
“Shush and enjoy the movie, querida,” he mumbled, relaxing further into the bed, pulling Freya with him. Freya smiled and booped his nose as the opening credits played. Kandomere meanwhile was smirking at his mate humming along to the music in the opening.

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About halfway through Episode V of Star Wars, which was around 2 in the afternoon, Kandomere realized he had some reports left that he needed to finish up, so he adjusted so that Freya was resting on his shoulder and his laptop was on his lap. Freya was nodding off when Kandomere got a skype call from Adalira on his laptop…
“Huh?” Freya’s head shot up. Seeing Adalira’s face on the screen, she reached over to hit answer.
“That’s weird- no wait!” Kandomere was too late to stop Freya from answering, and Adalira’s face popped up on the screen.
“Hola mijo! How did everything go with Freya?” her voice sounded, and before Kandomere could even open his mouth to answer, another question was fired off. “Did you two have sex yet?” Adalira asked quickly, and Freya blanched, letting out a barely audible squeak. Kandomere slammed his laptop shut, avoiding looking at his mate.
“Um… did she just…?” said mate mumbled, trailing off. Kandomere nodded, his eyes wide. Quickly glancing at Freya, Kandomere saw that an adorable blush was spread over her cheeks, and if they were in different circumstances perhaps he would have taken longer to appreciate that, but instead, he simply nuzzled into the crown of her head, placing a light kiss there.
“I’m sorry querida, my mother can be… blunt…” He tried to explain. However Freya cut him off with a finger to his lips. Kandomere found himself having to deliberately ignore the urge to place a kiss on the tip of her finger, everything about her was so irresistible and distracting to him.
“It’s okay sweets, I mean what would you expect at 500 years old?!” she giggled cutely, and Kandomere nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘right’ before taking a deep breath before opening the laptop again. Adalira’s face popped up once again.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you know it’s rude to cut someone off!?” Adalira was scowling, with her eyebrows furrowed, and both Kandomere and Freya knew from experience that Adalira making that face was never a good sign for the person on the receiving end. Freya had been unfortunate enough to have been on the wrong end once, and was scarred for quite some time. Kandomere, of course, having been raised by her, had been on the receiving end multiple times, and was not keen on it happening again. So as to quickly diffuse the situation before the couple could feel the brunt of Adalira’s wrath, Freya leaned over so that her face was in view of the camera.
“Hi Adalira…” she mumbled. Adalira’s eyes widened in surprise and her hands waved wildly.
“Oh goodness dear, I’m so sorry! I didn’t expect you to still be there…” Suddenly she froze. “Oh but you stayed the night huh?” now she was smirking, and Freya shook her head, glaring with what Kandomere saw as a cute pout on her face.
“Adalira, we didn’t do the sex,” she sighed, and Adalira softly mirrored her pout. Kandomere decided, through very unsound logic, that this was the perfectly awkward moment to step in.
“But we are mates, as we found out last night!” He smirked, and Freya mirrored it with a smile, looking at his beaming face affectionately. Kandomere planted a quick kiss on her cheek, then decided that wasn’t enough and packed her nose, and finally gave her a peck on the mouth. Through this Freya had a dopey smile on her face, deciding she was officially in heaven.
Adalira was heard sighing, snapping the recently found mates out of their loving stupor. “And you’re telling me that you didn’t claim your mate?!” she sounded so fed up, rolling her eyes and they noticed that the scowl had returned.
“Why is she so invested in our sex life…?” Freya mumbled, and Kandomere shrugged.
“We’re taking it slow, because I’m… uh… you know…” she started to explain, but paused, knowing it was a bit taboo for humans to admit this, especially at her age of 26 years old. “I’m a virgin,” she blurted after a little too long of a pause. Kandomere froze, being unaware of this until now, and turned to her, knowing it was very uncommon for humans to be virgins past high school age. But of course he was snapped out of his thoughts by his mother, again.
“Oh I’m sure my Kandomere can be gentle…” she smiled sweetly, and Kandomere blanched.
“Mamá!” he exclaimed, mortified. But Freya smirked, taking it in stride. Because if there’s one thing the virgin knew how to do, it’s make innuendos and sex jokes.
“Oh I’m sure I like it rough,” she giggled, which would have been adorable if it weren’t for her words that sent all the blood in Kandomere straight to his groin. On that note, Freya stood up, leaving Kandomere to let out a mix between a sigh in relief knowing that the laptop was covering his arousal, and a groan in frustration knowing that the source of said arousal was just walking away in her cute leggings from last night, outlining her perfect ass and... enough of that train of thought. “I’ll let you two talk, I’m gonna go make lunch!” and with that she was out the bedroom door and off to the kitchen, gently closing the door behind her.
Kandomere sighed as the door closed, glaring at his mother.
“Mamá, that was barely appropriate…” he breathed out, and Adalira laughed.
“Oh my precious boy, you don’t understand,” she got out through her bouts of laughter. She started to explain, “We’ve spoken many times about you and every single time I’d show her a picture of you her first reaction would be, her words not mine, ‘Jesus Christ your son is hot’...” she peeled off into more bouts of laughter. “I’ve been trying to get you two to meet for ages, you know, wishing for some grandchildren finally” her eyes twinkled with the playfulness of a teasing mother as she went to end the call. “Oh, and she’s very impressed with your work at the MTF,” she winked before signing off. Kandomere face palmed, closing his laptop, before looking up and realizing the movie was still going.
Standing up and turning off the TV, Kandomere exited his bedroom and walked down the hallway to the kitchen only to stop dead in his tracks.
Freya was bent over at the waist, shirt riding up slightly, and searching through a cabinet, and of course Kandomere’s eyes were immediately drawn to her ass once again. Ignoring his growing erection, which was just going down goddamnit, he’s not some hormonal teenager, Kandomere chuckled when he heard her muttering to herself.
“Oh yes I’m a big bad MTF agent and I hide the FRICKIN FRYING PANS,” she was grumbling, her voice increasing in volume near the end of her statement. Kandomere laughed, placing a hand on the small of her back, avoiding anywhere lower.
“They’re in the next cabinet, mi alma,” he tells her, opening said cabinet and pulling out a frying pan.
“Oh…” she mumbled, before taking the frying pan from him and walking to the stove.

After burning her third grilled cheese sandwich, Freya was sentenced to sitting alone at the kitchen island while Kandomere cooked.
“When you said you were going to make lunch,” Kandomere started, laughter already in his voice, but Freya cut him off.
“Shut up,” she groaned, covering her face with her hands.
“I assumed that you knew how to cook,” he chuckled, and Freya glared at him.
“And I assumed that I could try to make a nice meal for mate while also revealing my only weakness,” she growled, but Kandomere could hear the playfulness in her voice. “And that my mate would also not be a judgemental asshole about said weakness,” she mumbled, still playful, and Kandomere turned off the stove for a second, walking over to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m sorry, querida,” he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck.
“No, no being cute!” she said, glowering. “I’m mad at you,”
“Mmm…” Kandomere hummed into her neck. “Forgive me?” he asked innocently, and Freya groaned.
“Goddamnit, fine,” she mumbled, turning to give him a quick peck on the lips. “Now go back to your cooking, love,” she glared.
“Oh look at me, I’m Kandomere and I can cook, I’m frickin perfect,” she muttered in a childish voice, but Kandomere just smirked and shook his head.

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Episode VII had just started, and Freya softly asked Kandomere to pause the movie before anything exciting happened.
“Why?” he asked, reaching over to hit pause on the remote.
“I need to check the time,” Freya mutters, opening her iPhone and seeing the clock at 4:45.
“SHIT!” she shouted, startling the elf resting on her stomach. Said elf shot up, looking around.
“What?!” he asked, and Freya frantically looked over at him.
“Would I be able to get to my place in 15 minutes?” she demanded, and Kandomere nodded.
“Probably, what’s going on?” he was a little worried, but Freya shook her head.
“I have a class to teach at the dojo,” she explained, starting to get up, but Kandomere’s arms circled her stomach, pulling her back.
“We can afford a couple more minutes, querida,” he murmured, placing a kiss on the nape of Freya’s neck, and Freya sighed in frustration, shaking her head.
“Kandomere I have to change and set up the dojo!” she groaned, and Kandomere sighed.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered, and Freya sighed again.
“I don’t want to leave either, but I have a life, Kandomere,” she said. “Just because we know we’re mates now doesn’t mean that I’m going to drop everything. I still need my independence,” she explained, and Kandomere huffed into her neck.
“I know, mi amor, it’s just hard to wrap my head around,” his voice was quiet, and while it was frustrating, Freya appreciated the fact that he was trying to accept that human relationships are much different than elvish mates.
Freya slowly stood up, Kandomere’s arms sliding off her hips. Moving to the ensuite, Freya freshened up quickly, sneaking into the attached walk-in closet and grabbing one of Kandomere’s t-shirts, getting a giggle out of the fact that it said “Kiss me, I’m Elvish!”. Walking out wearing the shirt, which went down to about mid thigh, she smirked at Kandomere, holding her hands up in a peace sign. Kandomere smirked, holding up a finger and taking his phone out, quickly snapping a picture.
“You look lovely in my shirt querida,” Freya blushed, but nodded.
“Thank you, love,” she gave him a quick peck and hug before heading for the bedroom door. “Bye!” she said over her shoulder, and Kandomere scrambled to get up.
“What? What do you mean?” he asked, and Freya sighed frustratedly again.
“I need to go…” she said slowly, but Kandomere shook his head. Getting ready to argue, Freya closed her mouth when Kandomere opened his.
“I thought I was driving you?” he asked, and Freya deflated, smiling at him.
“I can take the bus sweetie,” she said, but he shook his head.
“No, I’m driving you,” he said with finality, and Freya nodded, smiling at him.
“Thank you,” she said, and Kandomere grabbed her hand and took her down to the garage.
Getting in the car, of course after Kandomere held the door for her, Freya buckled up. When Kandomere pulled out of the garage, the radio turned on.
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice...
Kandomere started to hum along, and Freya stayed silence, wanting to see if he’d start singing. She was duly rewarded. Kandomere started to sing along at the chorus, singing an octave down and… dayummm. Apparently her elf had a voice. And Freya would be lying if she said that said voice wasn’t doing things to her lower half.

Kandomere sniffed the air, smirking while singing when smelling Freya’s arousal. Of course, his amusement quickly turned to lust, her heady scent filling the car and starting to arouse the elf.
Once they arrived outside Freya’s building, Kandomere was equal parts relieved and sad. Relieved due to the fact that he wouldn’t do anything rash with Freya going home, and sad due to the fact that he wasn’t sure when he’d see Freya again. He pulled to a stop right in front of Freya’s building, and heard his mate sigh.
Freya turned to him with a smile, then going closer. “Bye Kandomere,” she said softly, going to kiss his cheek, but at the last second Kandomere turned his head to kiss her passionately on the lips. Giggling into the kiss, Freya pulled back. “See you soon, hun!” and with that, she was out of the car. Kandomere stayed outside until the door closed behind her, then drove off back to elf town.

When Freya arrived in her dojo after changing into work out clothes, she quickly started class upon seeing all the teens already there. It took them five minutes to start teasing her about Kandomere.
“So?” Jamie asked while they were sparring.
“So what?” Freya asked, dodging a punch Jamie threw.
“How’d it go with your elf hunk last night?” Jamie laughed, throwing a couple more punches. Freya dodged everyone except the last, getting hit square in the gut.
“Th-that’s…” she stuttered, and the orcs all laughed. Glaring, Freya quickly sweeped Jamie to the ground, pinning her in an arm bar after Jamie had thrown a sloppy punch at her. Glaring around the studio at everyone, she growled out: “Get back to the drills!”. At any other time, the teenagers would have been scared to see the ferocious look on their teacher’s face, but due to the fiery red blush on Freya’s face, they just shrugged and went back to work.
An hour or so later, Dorghu came up with Sam, signalling the end of class. Freya had lost track of time, but dismissed everyone once realizing they had run a little over. Dorghu walked over to her, going to give her a hug when-
“Oh my god FREYA!” he shouted, and Freya’s head snapped up.
“What?” she asked quickly, scared something was wrong. Scanning the room quickly, seeing nobody injured or anything, she turned to Dorghu with a confused face.
“How far did you go with that elf?” he asked frantically, sniffing around her and holding her shoulders.
“Huh?” Freya had no idea what was going on, confused by Dorghu’s sudden freak out when the other night he had been teasing her about it.
“You reek of him Freya! You had sex!?” Freya blushed, quickly shaking her head.
“What? No! I slept over at his place! We’re mates!” she defended, unsure why smelling like someone could make it automatically assumed that she slept with them.
“Have you… uh…” Dorghu was now looking around awkwardly. “This is a conversation I expected to only have to have with my kids, not you,” he groaned. Freya rolled her eyes.
“Dorghu, I know about the birds and the bees…” she trailed off when Dorghu shook his head.
“No, this is different.” he said. “Have you heard of scenting?” Freya shook her head negative. “Well, it’s sort of a primal thing, to scare off potential competitors. When an elf, orc, or shifter don’t want anyone to be in close proximity with their mate, especially when there’s romantic or sexual intentions, they scent their partner, making the partner reek of them. It’s sort of like a claim on them, and it’s usually done during… uh… intimacy, so others will assume you’re at that step in the relationship.” he explained, and Freya blushed.
“Oh, well, we didn’t do the sex,” she said again, and Dorghu nodded, then side eyed her.
“Did he at least ask your permission?” he inquired, and Freya tilted her head.
“No? Was he supposed to?” she asked, and Dorghu nodded.
“When it happens and you haven’t been intimate it’s usually important to make sure the partner is okay with passerby making that assumption,” he growled. “I’m gonna have to talk to that elf,” Freya spoke up before he could get too aggravated.
“But I’m human? So maybe that threw him off?” she asked, and Dorghu deflated a little bit.
“I guess… but I’m still gonna talk to him.” he grumbled, crossing his arms. Freya shook her head, going to give him a hug.
“Oh hush grumpy, this is all new to us, so chillax, will ya?” she giggled, and Dorghu nodded, wrapping his arms around her. Freya giggled more at the big softy.
“So now that that’s all settled, how did it go?” Dorghu asks, Freya bringing the orc and his kids up to her apartment. Freya turned to him once they were seated in the kitchen, Dorghu going about cooking some burgers.
“Ohmygosh it was so amazing!” Freya about shouted. “He’s so sexy and we watched Sharknado and oh dear the dork bought all of the Sharknado movies and he was so adorably confused, and then he found out my favorite drink was Mike’s so he bought some and he was so gentlemanly and oh we cuddled and he was so warm and strong and... “ she stopped, breathing for a second then sighing dreamily. “We kissed and then our marks appeared-” Jamie cut her off there.
“LEMME SEE!” she shouted, and Freya lifted her shirt up, showing her ribs.
“Wow is right, mi alma…” Jamie read out loud for the others, Sam crowding next to her to get a look at her ribs. “Huh I forgot he spoke spanish for a second…” she pondered, but then Mikey laughed.
“Did you just say ‘wow’ or something?!” he asked, and Freya blushed, nodding. “So now he just has the word ‘wow’ on his ribs?!” she nodded again, causing all the orcs in her kitchen to laugh.
After dinner, the family left, and Freya plopped on her bed, picking up Kandomere’s shirt which she had thrown on the bed when changing earlier. Bringing it to her face and sighing, ignoring the small voice in her head that told her that she was being a creeper, Freya put the shirt on, smiling, and turning on Netflix and watching the first cheesy romance movie that popped up.

Kandomere was laying in his bed again, sniffing the sheets and reveling in the scent of his mate. Thinking back on her beautiful form, the softness of her stomach and thighs, her smile. Then his mind flashed to the scent of her arousal in the car, and he felt his cock going to half-mast. Just as he was about to give in and slide his hand under his sweatpants, he heard a buzzing.
Which was odd, because his phone was on silent…
Looking around, he saw Freya’s phone through the open bathroom door, sitting on the sink. Sighing, he stood up, picking up the phone and starting to walk to the elevator, when it buzzed again. Still, walking, he glanced at it, then glanced again seeing some of the messages.
Jared: Answer me bitch
Jared: U better not be with that elf prick I heard about
Jared: Your mine!!
Kandomere sighed at the incorrect grammar, but then the meaning of the messages sunk in. Eyes narrowing, Kandomere slammed his car door, speeding out of the garage and towards the orc sector.
Ringing the doorbell, he hears series of thuds as Freya comes down the stairs, and then the door opens and she’s right in front of him.
Freya stops dead in her tracks seeing him, and then glances down to his hand, seeing her phone.
“OH MY GOD YOU BROUGHT MY PHONE I’VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR IT!” she gasped, giving him a hug. He momentarily forgot his worries about the texts, hugging her back. When they pulled away, Freya smiles at him cutely. “Would you… like to come inside for a bit?” she asks, and Kandomere nods, smirking at his adorable mate.
Once they were inside and cuddling on the couch, Kandomere decided it was a good time as any to ask about the threatening texts.
“Who’s Jared?” he asked, and felt Freya tense.
“You saw those texts, huh?” she murmured, and Kandomere just stared at her, narrowing his eyes as if to say ‘don’t avoid the question’. Freya sighed, and started to explain. “Jared is my friend’s ex, and he asked me out recently…” Kandomere growled at that. “When I said no he started stalking me and sending me these texts,” she continued to explain. Kandomere pulled her onto his lap, snuggling into her neck, scenting her to calm himself down.
“Why haven’t you blocked his number?” he asked, and Freya sighed.
“I’m going to get a restraining order tomorrow, and I’ve decided to use these texts as more incentive to get it filed quicker,” she explained, and Kandomere nodded. There was a pause, where the couple just snuggled and as Kandomere rubbed his face into her hair and neck, Freya had a thought.
“Do you think that Jared will leave me alone now that you’ve scented me?” she asked, and Kandomere froze.
“I’m.. sorry I didn’t ask you, are you okay with it?” he asked, a little embarrassed. Freya giggled.
“It’s a little late for that now, silly!” she said, booping his nose. His eyes widened, thinking that he had overstepped a boundary, but then Freya’s lips were on his and he smiled through the kiss. They leaned into each other, Freya relaxing further on his lap, and they smiled at each other once the kiss was broken. Kandomere glanced down, noticing something.
“Is that my shirt, querida?” he asked, and Freya froze.
“Uhhh…” she trailed off. “Boop!” she giggled, leaping off Kandomere’s lap and running into her bedroom. Kandomere walked after her, leaning against the doorframe, and seeing Freya lying face down on her bed. He slowly walked towards her, smiling, and placed a hand lightly on her lower back.
“Are you alright?” he asked, and Freya squeaked, before she turned over and looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Would you…. Like to stay the night?” she asked, blushing, and Kandomere nodded.
“I’d love to,” he said, smiling at her reassuringly, noticing her embarrassment.

A little later, the couple were lying in bed, with Kandomere tracing his fingers over the red on Freya’s hip.
“Your tattoos,” he started, and Freya hummed in response. “Do they have meaning?” he asked, and Freya nodded, sitting up. She pulled the collar of her shirt (Kandomere’s shirt) down, showing a gemini symbol on her left collarbone.
“My star-sign,” she said, the lifted up the shirt, showing a row of initials and dates on her ribs. “Loved ones I’ve lost,” then she turned, allowing Kandomere to see clearly the red dragon on her hip. “I got this one to signify my bravery on leaving my parents and moving to the orc sector,” she said, and Kandomere smiled at her.
“Mi pequeño dragón valiente,” he murmured, pulling her down onto the bed and giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s get some sleep,”.

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Comfortable, was the first thought in Kandomere’s mind when he woke up, quickly followed by: warm, safe, love. He realized he was smiling, and nuzzled his face further into the head of lavender hair in front of him. The owner of said hair hummed, still asleep, and Kandomere breathed in the scent of his mate. Mine.
The serene moment was broken by Freya’s hair tickling on Kandomere’s face, and revealing his one true weakness. As he started to laugh, Freya startled awake, looking around wildly and seeing Kandomere smiling fondly at her. She smiled shyly back at him, unsure as to what was going on.
“What was that about?” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and stretching out her arms with a yawn.
“Don’t worry about it, mi alma,” he said, and Freya rolled her eyes.
“Oh no, Mr. ‘I wake my mate up laughing at-’” she paused to look at the clock, missing Kandomere’s enamoured gaze at her referring to herself as his mate. “‘8 o’clock on a Sunday morning!’ You don’t get to brush that off!” she glared, quite adorably, and Kandomere chuckled, kissing her head, before leaning down and whispering in her ear his damning secret.
“I’m ticklish…” he muttered, but Freya took a moment to comprehend that, instead reveling in the shivers that went through her body and warmth that spread through her at his gruff morning voice whispering in ear.
When it finally registered, Freya smirked, turning and quickly wiggling her fingers and rubbing them over his sides, causing the elvish hunk in her bed to burst out laughing.
“No!” he gasped out. “I trusted you!” Freya just smiled at him, eventually stopping and just snuggling into his side.
“Mmmm,” she hummed in contentment, and that sat up, Kandomere trying and failing to reach out to pull her back to bed. “Breakfast,” was all she said, and Kandomere rose an eyebrow, remembering when she went to make food the day before, and wasted 6 pieces of bread, 5 pieces of cheese, and almost a full stick of butter.
“Would you like any help, mi amor?” he asked, and Freya shook her head, turning and pointing at him like one would a dog.
“Stay.” she narrowed her eyes at him, and he held his hands up in surrender, relaxing back into the bed.
A couple minutes later Kandomere lifts his head up at the sound of the door opening, seeing Freya coming in with two bowls of cereal. He rose an eyebrow at her, and she pouted, handing him a bowl.
“I decided to not even try, okay?” she grumbled, and Kandomere laughed, and minding the bowls of cheerios, gently pulled her into his side, kissing her temple.
“Call it quid pro quo,” he said, and Freya hummed in question. “You know one of my weaknesses and I know one of yours,” he said, and the short woman in his arms giggled. A question suddenly popped into Kandomere’s head as he took the first bite.
“But don’t you bake?” he asked, and Freya nodded.
“Yeah but that’s totally different!” she defended herself.
“How?” Kandomere countered, smirking.
“It just is!” her pouty face returned.
“That’s not an answer!” Kandomere laughed, and Freya glared.
“You bet your hot elvish ass it’s an answer! Bite me!” she shot back, and Kandomere grinned.
“If you insist,” he mumbled, dipping his head to nip lightly at her neck with his sharp teeth. Freya gasped, squeaking a little before squirming away.
“No! None for you!” she growled, causing Kandomere to pout, making grabby hands at her like a child. “No! I have more important things to do!” she said, and Kandomere rose an eyebrow.
“What could possibly be more important than your pleasure, querida?” he smirked leaning in to place a kiss on her nose, then kissing down her cheek and neck to the juncture between her neck and shoulder. Freya hummed, quickly losing herself in the feeling of her mate.
“Stuff… things….” since when was answering questions so hard? She felt a warmth start in her core, before she snapped back to reality.
“I have to go to the station!” she said, snapping Kandomere out of his daze as well.
“Huh?” he asked, disoriented for a moment, lost in the scent of his mate. Mine mine mine…
“I need to file the restraining order,” she said, and Kandomere quickly growled, remembering the text messages from the day before. Mine mine mine…
“Would you like a ride?” he asked, now fully recovered. Damn he needed to get a hold of himself, he wasn’t some teenager being alone in a room with a girl for the first time!
“Are you sure you’ve got nothing better to do today?” she asked, and Kandomere smiled fondly.
“Nothing is better or more important than making sure my mate is safe,” he said, giving her an eskimo kiss. Freya blushed.
“Stop that!” she said, and Kandomere tilted his head.
“Stop what?” he asked, puzzled.
“Stop being soppy and romantic and perfect,” Freya grumbled, and Kandomere laughed, pecking her on the nose and shaking his head.
Kandomere sat up. “I do have plans with Ulysses later tonight, but we have plenty of time before then,” he told her, and Freya nodded. Of course she didn’t know that those plans were solely to gush about Freya due to Ulysses insisting that he must hear how everything went.
“Thank you,” she murmured. “And who’s Ulysses?” she asked.
“My partner, who also doubles as my best friend on occasion,” Kandomere said, and Freya let out a short laugh, quickly covering her mouth. “But don’t let him know I told you that,” he whispered. With that, they stood up, smiling at each other, before Freya glanced down.
“Clothes,” she muttered, and Kandomere nodded, grabbing his shirt from the day before and throwing on some pants.
“I have a duffle bag in my car, let me grab it so I can change,” he said, stepping out to get to his car. Freya nodded, shuffling through her dresser for a sundress, eventually finding a pale yellow one and throwing it on. Freya looked in the mirror, smiling at herself before something caught her eye. Slowly reaching up to her ears, feeling the soft curves, the definite lack of any point, Freya sighed, before her gaze drifted further down her body. Her dress hid some of her curves, like her soft stomach and wide hips, but she knew what was underneath, and some days she did love her body, but then there were days like this where she woke up hating it.
Kandomere came back in, having misplaced his duffle bag, but stopped seeing Freya standing in front of the mirror with a forlorn look on her face. He smiled ruefully, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
“You’re absolutely stunning,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the end of it. Freya rolled her eyes, smiling a bit. Kandomere smirked.
“Why don’t you believe me, mi amor?” he asked, and Freya giggled a bit, shaking her head.
“Self-hatred doesn’t just go away the moment you find happiness, Kandomere,” she sighed, and while Kandomere’s heart swelled with pride at her indirectly referring to him as her happiness, he sighed back.
“Then I’ll just have to tell you every opportunity I get until you start believing it,” he smiled at her in the mirror, and she blushed. “And then I’ll keep reminding you so you never forget how beautiful you are,”. Freya smiled a little, turning and giving Kandomere a quick peck on the lips.
“You sop,” she muttered, booping him on the nose. “Now go put your suit on,” she commanded, crossing her arms, and Kandomere rolled his eyes as he picked his suit from the day before up and put it on.
When they both were dressed, Freya lead Kandomere down the stairs, and as she peered outside, she froze. Kandomere looked over her shoulder, following her gaze to see what the problem was. An orc on the shorter side of average was waiting outside Freya’s shop, scowling. Kandomere rose an eyebrow, looking to Freya and pointing at the orc.
“Is that Jared?” he asked, and Freya nodded. Kandomere’s easy going face quickly morphed into a menacing scowl. “Wait here,” he says, and Freya nods, rolling her eyes a little.
“No killing anyone in front of my shop, please,” she says, and Kandomere looks back at her.
“No promises,” he winks, then walks out the door and towards Jared, who immediately spots him and gets right up in his face.
“Hey, you!” he calls when he’s a couple feet away. “What the hell are you doing in Freya’s house you pointy-eared bastard?” he demanded, stopping when he was nose to nose with Kandomere.
“I’m her boyfriend,” Kandomere told him, keeping his face blank, and Freya could practically see the steam coming out of Jared’s ears. He went to throw a punch, and Kandomere just brushed the punch aside, hitting Jared in the face after, but Jared kept coming. The fight went on for a minute, Jared taking every hit Kandomere gave him, when suddenly the pair saw a blur of yellow and purple, and then Jared was on the ground, with Freya’s legs wrapped around his neck. He was out like a light as soon as he hit the ground. Kandomere gaped at his mate while she casually stood up.
“Did I flash you? I knew I shouldn’t have worn a dress today…” she trailed off, but Kandomere laughed, pulling her close to him and kissing her temple.
“No, querida, you’re just amazing,” he murmured, and Freya giggled before stepping away and pulling out her cell, calling Dorghu.
“Hey Dorghu?” she asked once he picked up.
“Freya? What time is it you ass?” he demanded.
“Time to get your ass up and to my shop to keep an eye on this stalking fuck while Kandomere and I go to the police station,” she said, and she could hear muffled curses and a crash as Dorghu-she assumed-threw himself out of bed.
“What the fuck did he do?” he asked in a low growl. Freya glanced at Kandomere.
“He started a fight with my elf,” she grumbled, and Kandomere smirked, winking a bit at her.
A couple minutes later Dorghu, Jamie, and Mikey come running up, hauling Jared off the ground and dragging him away to the church. Freya waved and promptly starting dragging Kandomere by the arm to his car.
“Come on let’s go,” she smiled at him, and he wordlessly got into the car, starting up the engine and driving to the precinct. “You alright?” she asked, and he smiled at her shaking his head.
“I’m just in awe of you, mi amor,” he grabbed her hand and gave it a quick kiss as they pulled up. Stepping out of the car, Freya smiled seeing her two favorite cops walking out of the station joking around and shoving each other. She ran ahead of Kandomere to barrel into their arms, not letting the human cop pull away.
“No, Daryl, I know you love the hugs, just be happy like Nick here!” she growled, and Ward rolled his eyes as he hugged her back.
As the friends pulled away Freya smiled brightly at the much taller males. “So what havoc have you been wreaking all over the city in the past week?” she asked, and Daryl started to laugh while Nick looked at her confused.
“Freya you know we only try to help the cit-” he stopped himself, seeing Freya’s fond smile as she shook her head. “Right, that was a joke,” he chuckled a bit as Freya patted his arm.
“Don’t worry big guy, you’ll get used to human humor eventually,” she giggled, and the men started to laugh, but abruptly cut each other off when they saw Kandomere walk up behind Freya. Freya looked puzzled for a second before feeling the warm presence of her mate right behind her.
“Oh, right! This is-” she started.
“Yeah we know who he is,” Ward said tensely, and Freya tilted her head.
“Oh, how do you guys know my mate? I didn’t think you worked with magic stuff?” she asked, and Nick, who had been taking a sip of his coffee, comically spit it on the ground in surprise.
“Mate?!” he asked, finally recognizing the scent coting Freya. Kandomere visibly preened at being publically referred to as Freya’s mate.
“Yes,” he said, trying to keep his normally stoic demeanor. “Problem?” he asked, and Daryl shook his head, walking right up to Kandomere and getting in his face.
“Not at the moment,” he growled. “But, magic fed or not, we hear you’ve been mistreating her, you better hope your ass is across the country by then,”. Freya gasped, blushing.
“Daryl!” she exclaimed, slapping his arm. Daryl flinched away.
“Fuck, woman, what?” he laughed.
“That’s not nice!” Freya glared at him, and gestured to Kandomere to prompt Daryl to apologize. Ward sighed, stepping back a bit.
“Fine,” he tilted his head back a bit. “Sorry I threatened you,” he said, and Freya smiled, nodding, but Ward continued. “But,” Freya’s smile dropped. “We will be keeping an eye on you,” he said, doing the dorkiest possible thing he could have done in that moment, pointing at his eyes and turning his hand to point at Kandomere. Kandomere smiled softly.
“If I do hurt her, which I would never intend to do, I give you full permission to do whatever you deem necessary,” he said, and Freya blushed.
“And on that note!” she interjected before things could get any more tense. “You guys have cop stuff to do, I have a restraining order to go file, bye!” and then she was dragging Kandomere into the precinct.

Meanwhile, Dorghu was sitting in the church, looking down at Jared’s limp (unconscious) body. They had tied him up, and Dorghu smirked as Mikey threw in an extra kick to Jared’s ribs.
Nobody had to know that Freya wasn’t the one who broke his ribs, after all, it was self defense!

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At the precinct, a couple cops were milling about in the briefing room, Daryl and Nick included, when the new sergeant walked in. Ever since the whole wand fiasco, the department had been looking for a new sergeant, Daryl was even suggested for it, but many of the other cops were still bitter about Nick being his partner. They would call him an orc fetishist, so the department ultimately decided to go with a more seasoned officer from a different precinct.
“Alright, I got an asshole named Jared who needs to be arrested for attempted assault, a restraining order also just came through against him from someone named Freya,” she paused. “Any takers?”.
Nick and Daryl shared a look with each other, Daryl walking up to the sergeant and snatching the case file on his way out the door.
“We got this!” he called over his shoulder while Nick followed him.
Once the pair pulled up to the church in the orc sector, Mikey gave them a wave and motioned them in.
“What’s good Nick?” Mikey asked, dapping said orc up and bumping his shoulder. Daryl rose an eyebrow, having no idea when they became all buddy buddy.
“Oh, you know, nothing much, but the other guys at the station have stopped putting stickers on my back,” Nick gave him a half smile, and Mikey smiled right back, clapping him on the back.
“About time those assholes showed you some respect!” he laughed, and Daryl and Nick followed him into the church. Daryl leaned closer to Nick, posing a question.
“Since when did you get close with Fogteeth?” he asked, and Nick shot him an awkward look, shaking his head.
“Nick!” Dorghu laughed, seeing the orc, and Nick’s ace went an odd shade of purple.
“Hey Dorghu,” Nick accepted the hug Dorghu gave him, and they hugged for a little longer than Daryl would consider a hug between normal friends. His eyebrows shot up once again.
“Jared’s right over there,” Dorghu pointed, and Daryl went towards him with the cuffs.
Once Jared was in the back of the squad car, and Daryl and Nick were driving away, Daryl smirked, side eyeing Nick.
“So you and Dorghu huh?” he asked, and Nick’s shoulders tensed.
“I uh… yeah,” Nick sighed. “Nothing’s happened yet, but it most likely will,” he smiled a bit, and Daryl laughed, slapping his arm.
“Damn son! But when did you guys even become friendly with each other?” he asked, and Nick shrugged.
“Freya locked us in the church closet and had Jamie and Mikey block the door until we sorted everything out,” he muttered, and Daryl’s laughing got louder.
“Awe shit, why am I not surprised?”

Meanwhile back in Freya’s apartment, Freya was laying on Kandomere’s chest in her bedroom. They were laughing a little at each other’s stories about their families, Freya mainly talking about her adopted cousins, the only members of her family that she actually stayed in contact with. Their laughing was cut short, however, by Kandomere’s stomach grumbling. Freya giggled, looking up at him while she gave him a boop on the nose.
“Let’s have dinner,” he mumbled, and Freya nodded.
“Sounds like a plan!” she smiled, sitting up, but then she paused. “But wait, didn’t you have plans with Ulysses?” she asked, and Kandomere nodded.
“I did, but he cancelled, his mother needed help with something,” he explained, and Freya nodded as he sat up. Kandomere kissed her cheek, then nuzzled into her neck. “Plus, I have yet to take you on a proper date,” he smiled into her neck, and Freya giggled again.
“Awe, of course!” she sighed, but then Kandomere noticed her tense. “But… are we gonna go to some fancy place in elf town?” she asked, nervously biting her lip. Kandomere quickly stopped that action, however, by embracing her and placing a kiss on her lips.
“Why don’t you pick the place?” he suggested, and Freya lit up. She grabbed his arm and began to pull him out the apartment and down the stairs, pausing only for a short moment to let them put on their shoes. Once they were on the street, and outside of Kandomere’s car, Freya turned to Kandomere, standing on her tiptoes and placing a quick peck on his lips.
“Gimme your keys!” she laughed, and Kandomere rose an eyebrow.
“Why?” he asked skeptically.
“It’s a surprise!” Freya’s smile stayed on her face. Kandomere dug through his pocket and pulled out his keys, but before he handed them to Freya, he pulled his hand back a bit.
“You do have a license right?” he asked, and Freya giggled.
“Kandomere, I drove a car to your mothers the day we met, my cousin is borrowing it right now though,” she explained, and Kandomere nodded, handing her the keys. Freya squeed and ran onto the driver’s side of the car, hopping in. Once they were both buckled up, Freya paused, realizing that her feet couldn’t reach the pedals. She glared at Kandomere and leaned down to adjust the seat.
“How the hell do you even reach the pedals in this fucking seat? It’s so far back!” she grumbled, before glancing at Kandomere’s legs. “Nevermind,” she muttered, starting the car. Kandomere just threw his head back and laughed. As Freya started driving, Kandomere reached over to the radio and turned it on to the last thing he had on, which just happened to be his Queen playlist. As the opening to Bohemian Rhapsody filled the car, Freya squealed.
“OH MY GOD I COULD KISS YOU RIGHT NOW!!!” she shouted, turning to look at Kandomere and sending him a million watt smile. While Kandomere under normal circumstances would have revelled in her smile, this time he was just terrified because as she turned to look at him she swerved slightly.
“Eyes on the road!” he shouted back, hands gripping the sides of his seat so tightly his knuckles went white. Freya giggled, looking back at the road and calmly continuing to drive. She glanced at Kandomere in her peripheral, noticing his eyes were still wide with a bit of fear. Giggling some more, and seeing there were no cars in their immediate vicinity, she swerved a little bit, causing Kandomere to shriek. Freya’s giggling turned into a full out laugh.
“Hun, relax, I know how to drive!” she reassured, and Kandomere just nodded curtly.
“Just don’t hurt my baby,” he murmured, and Freya’s laughing continued.
“Sure love,” she said after she finally was able to calm down her laughing. “Does your ‘baby’ have a name?” she asked, doing air quotes on the steering wheel. Kandomere stayed silent, face set in a straight line. He had only gotten the car about a week ago after his last sedan was totalled on a case. Of course he chose a name for the bluetooth, but he elected not to tell Freya the slightly embarrassing name.
“I uh… I haven’t thought of a name yet,” he mumbled, lying. Freya rose an eyebrow as she pulled into a parking spot in Little Italy of LA. She maintained eye contact with him while she pulled out her phone and pulled up the bluetooth setting on her phone.
“We’ll see about that in a second,” she smirked, before looking at the list of possible devices she could pair with. The first device on the list was: Freya. She froze, blushing a bit, and Kandomere awkwardly looked away. “Oh…” she giggled nervously.
As she opened the car door and started to step out, Freya paused, turned back to her elf mate, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“It’s adorable,” she murmured, jutting her head towards the restaurant the were parked at. “Let’s have dinner,”. And with that, she got out of the car.
Kandomere smiled fondly, shaking his head and following her, looking up at the sign on the restaurant that read: Ciba di Valentina e Alessandro.
Freya grabbed his hand and dragged him through the door, waving with a huge smile at the two people working behind the counter. Upon closer inspection, Kandomere did a double take when he noticed the two’s pointed ears. They seemed to be siblings, both with brown hair and bright red eyes. When they saw Freya they both handed whatever they were doing to some other employees and ran over, giving her a hug.
“Ciao Freya!” the female said, bouncing up and down, and continued to speak to Freya in what Kandomere assumed was Italian. She responded fluently, shocking Kandomere a little bit. He caught some of what was said, but the whole myth that if you know one romance language you know them all was just that: a myth. The male turned to Kandomere and rose an eyebrow, tilting his head a little bit.
“Freya!” he stopped the girls in the middle of what seemed like a lively conversation and gestured his head towards Kandomere. “Who’s this?” he asked, and Freya blushed.
“Valentina, Alessandro, this is Kandomere, and he’s my mate,” she introduced, grabbing Kandomere’s arm and pulling him closer to her. She smiled brightly at the two and they shared a look. “Kandomere,” she started. “These are two of my cousins who didn’t disown me when my parents did, Valentina and Alessandro,” she introduced them, and Kandomere shook both their hands. The air was tense as the siblings stared Kandomere down. “Anyway!” Freya raised her voice a bit, trying to break the tense awkward moment. “What do you want for dinner?” she asked Kandomere, and Alessandro held up his hand.
“Nononononononono! Come here!” he quickly grabbed Kandomere’s arm and lead him into the kitchen with Valentina in tow. Freya began to follow but Alessandro stopped and pointed a finger at her. “Stay,” he commanded, and Freya pouted, crossing her arms, but she nodded all the same, stopping and sitting down at a table.

As soon as the doors to the kitchen closed behind the trio, Alessandro and Valentina turned to Kandomere, both narrowing their eyes at him.
“Okay listen up, we know that as her mate you don’t want to hurt her, not intentionally at least,” Valentina started, and Alessandro continued.
“But we swear to all that is holy and unholy, if she gets hurt, we will come after you!” he glared, and Kandomere sighed.
“Fogteeth already has my permission to do the job of torturing and killing me if I hurt her, but feel free to take your turn after,” he deadpanned, and the siblings laughed, leading him back out into the dining room.
“I like him!” Valentina said, letting him sit down across from Freya. Alessandro just nodded.
“Of course you do! What’s not to like?” she asked innocently, and the siblings smiled, shaking their heads.
“Dinner’s on the house!” Valentina smiled, turning around and walking into the kitchen, leaving Alessandro to deal with a glaring Freya.
“No it’s not!” Freya pouted, glaring at Alessandro. “I am paying for my own food goddamnit!”. Alessandro shook his head. Before it could escalate Kandomere tried to appease the cousins.
“I can pay,” he offered, but Freya turned her glare to him, causing him to flinch.
“You most certainly will not!” she grumbled, reaching into her pocket and pulling out $30. Before either of the elvish men could react, Freya had shoved the $30 into Alessandro’s hand and stuck her tongue out. “No give backsies!” she smirked, and Alessandro sighed, turning around and heading back to the register leaving the couple to talk.
As they chatted, Valentina came over and placed a cheese calzone in front of Freya. She turned to Kandomere and rose an eyebrow.
“And what can I get you?” she asked, and Kandomere smiled politely.
“Can I get a small cheese pizza?” he asked, and Valentina nodded, scurrying back into the kitchen.
Once Kandomere’s food had came, and they were eating, Freya paused, putting her fork down and dropping her gaze.
“What’s wrong, querida?” he asked, and Freya blushed.
“Oh! It’s just… I have an… appetite,” Freya gritted out, blushing and Kandomere reached over the table to grab her hand.
“Hey, I could care less how much you eat compared to me,” he reassured. “I’m not going to ask you to change anything about your lifestyle for me,” he told her, and Freya’s face lit up. Leaning over to give him a kiss, she didn’t notice Valentina coming behind her with a piping hot plate of lasagna. She squeed as she saw the innocent peck, and shouted in Freya’s ear.
“LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS!” she shouted, and Freya shrieked, surprised. Her hands flung out as she jumped at the startling shout of her cousin, and one of them collided with the hot plate of lasagna.
Freya quickly pulled her hand to her chest and whimpered, already a large welt appearing on her hand. Kandomere gasped and rushed around the table to pull her into him.
“Get some ice,” he commanded Valentina, and she nodded, quickly running into the kitchen to get some ice. She almost ran into her brother, who had come out behind the counter with a bucket of ice. Alessandro shot her a look as he went over to Kandomere and Freya.
“Honestly Val you know she startles easily,” he muttered, handing the bucket of ice to Kandomere. “You guys can go chill upstairs in the apartment,” he said, nodding his head towards a door behind the counter, and Kandomere nodded, lifting Freya up bridal style and starting up the stairs.

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In the twin’s apartment, which was actually very nice compared to what you’d expect based on the dingy exterior, Kandomere and Freya were sitting on the couch in the living room. Well, a more accurate way to put it would be that Kandomere was sitting on the couch and Freya in his lap. Freya was dozing, and Kandomere was holding a bag of ice to her hand. Kandomere was about to start dozing to when he heard some voices whispering through the door to the apartment.

“I don’t wanna go in first!” it was Alessandro and Valentina. “You go first!” he heard Valentina sigh exasperatedly.

“Why can’t you just open the door Alessandro?”

“What if they’re having sex or something?! I don’t wanna walk in on that!!” Kandomere shook his head lightly, trying not to disturb the sleeping Norse Goddess in his arms. What was it with everyone assuming they were having sex? Granted, it was normal for elven mates to be intimate basically upon discovering they were mates, but Freya was human, so they really should take that into account before making assumptions.

“Alessandro, she burnt her hand! I doubt they’re having sex right now!”

Kandomere, not wanting to listen to any more of this conversation, cleared his throat lightly, knowing they’d hear him through the door. Their conversation promptly quieted. Freya stirred, having been jostled a bit in Kandomere’s discomfort.

“Huh?” she mumbled. “Is everything alright?” she asked, nuzzling a little into the nook of Kandomere’s neck.

“Everything’s perfectly fine, mi alma, rest some more,” he told her, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. She nodded a bit, then went back to snoozing.

A couple minutes later Freya started to squirm, muttering and whimpering. Kandomere’s brows came together in a furrow as he lightly shook her, trying to wake her up.

“Freya,” he rumbled softly, jostling her shoulders a bit more, then deciding to take a different approach. He began to pepper kisses along her face and neck, occasionally nuzzling into her cheek. “Mi amor, calme, está bien,” and he continued to murmur sweet nothings to her until she startled awake.

“Huh?” she asked unintelligibly. “Oh, sorry,” she muttered to Kandomere once she realized where she was and what was going on.

“Are you alright?” Kandomere asked, and Freya nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine, hun,” she reassured, continuing. “I just get nightmares sometimes,” she explained, and Kandomere nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, and Freya shook her head negative. He nodded to show he understood, and gently nudged her off of him. Kandomere stood up and grasped Freya’s uninjured hand to help her up. “Now I believe it’s time to get you home,” he smiled, and Freya nodded, starting to walk to the door before she shrieked as Kandomere lifted her into his arms bridal style.

“Kandomere!” she shouted, laughing already, and Kandomere just smirked at her, leaning in close to give her an eskimo kiss. When he pulled away he rose an eyebrow.

“Problem?” he challenged, and Freya just shook her head, still giggling a little bit.

“Nope,” she popped the p and leaned her head back on Kandomere’s shoulder. Kandomere’s smirk morphed into an affectionate smile as he began to walk. Awkwardly contorting, Freya reached her arm out to open the door before snuggling back into Kandomere’s chest. Kandomere quickly walked down the stairs and out the restaurant, smirking at Freya’s blush as they walked through the crowded restaurant, getting more than a few shares. Her blush deepened as she heard her cousins’ obnoxious laughter as the door to the restaurant closed behind them.

Finally Freya was put down in Kandomere’s passenger seat, and Kandomere hurried to the driver’s side, starting up the car and taking off down the LA streets towards Freya’s apartment in the orc sector.

Once back in the orc sector, with Kandomere’s lamborghini parked outside Freya’s building, Kandomere held up a finger to signal Freya not to move. She nodded, puzzled, and Kandomere got out of the car. He rushed around to open Freya’s door, and he gestured for her stand up. The purplette rose an eyebrow, climbing out of the car only to be promptly lifted into Kandomere’s arms once again. This time, instead of laughing, Freya glared at her elvish mate. Kandomere pointedly ignored her as he brought her up the stairs to her apartment.

“I can walk goddamnit!” she grumbled. “I burned my hand! I didn’t break my spine!” she glared at him, and Kandomere smirked.

“I know, querida, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to carry you,” he smirked, and Freya scowled.

“You’re just trying to show off your unreasonably strong elf muscles,” she muttered, and it was Kandomere’s turn to laugh.

“Maybe, querida, maybe,” he smiled, strolling into her bedroom and finally setting her down in the center of her bed. Freya rolled her eyes, standing and going through her drawers to find a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. Once they were found she went into her ensuite, pointing at Kandomere as if to tell him to wait for a second.

“I’ll be right out,” she called over her shoulder, quickly changing into her chosen PJs and brushing her teeth before walking out and giggling at seeing Kandomere awkwardly standing in her bedroom. She shook her head at how out of his element he looked, and she climbed onto her bed. Kandomere finally realized that he was capable of movement and walked over to her, pulling the covers over Freya and kissing her forehead. He smiled fondly at her as the day finally caught up to Freya and her eyes began to droop.

“Is there anything I can do to help you sleep?” he asked, and Freya returned his smile. She reached her hands out from underneath the covers and gripped his suit jacket. Kandomere, thinking she wanted a kiss, leaned down to meet her, but then let out a shout of surprise as Freya pulled him down onto the bed with her. Snuggling up to him, said human hummed.

“Snuggles,” she mumbled into his neck, smiling contentedly. Kandomere laughed, kissing her temple and getting up off the bed.

“Alright, mi amor, just let me get a bit more comfortable,” he smiled, taking off his suit jacket and continuing to strip until he was down to his boxers. Freya gaped, staring and ogling at Kandomere’s muscular body and he just smirked, winking at her as he walked back to the bed. “See something you like, querida?” he asked, the smug smirk not leaving his face, and Freya pouted, sinking further into the bed and turning away from him.

“Well if you’re gonna be a smug little shit, forget the snuggles,” she grumbled. Kandomere’s eyes widened, and he leaped onto the bed, kissing every patch of Freya’s skin he could find, her back and shoulders that weren’t covered by the tank top. He leaned around to get her neck and after quite a bit of groveling and nuzzling and sloppy open-mouthed kisses anywhere Kandomere could get his mouth on, a beautiful sound filled the room and Kandomere froze. Freya quickly covered her mouth with a gasp, embarrassed by the sensual moan she had let out. Kandomere smirked once again, continuing to pepper kisses on Freya, turning her in his arms to put a kiss on her lips.

“So does that mean snuggles are still on the table?” he asked, and Freya groaned, slamming her head back into the pillow.

“Fine,” she grumbled, glaring at him a bit. “This whole mate thing isn’t fair,” she continued, and Kandomere tilted his head, confused. “How am I supposed to stay mad at you when your kisses feel that good?” her glaring intensified, and Kandomere’s chest shook with his very hard to contain laughter.

“What if it’s not ‘this whole mate thing’?” he asked, booping her nose, and Freya rolled her head to look at him, face set in a straight line.

“Then you’re fucking perfect, Kandy,” she deadpanned, and Kandomere did a double take, looking at her in (not so) fake mortification.

“Kandy?!” he sputtered, and Freya smiled shyly.

“Don’t tell me no one’s ever called you that before,” she rolled her eyes, and Kandomere shook his head.

“Not since I was a teenager!” he insisted. Freya laughed loudly, reaching over to the bedside table where she put her phone after she changed. Pulling up her contacts list and scrolling until she found Kandomere’s contact, she tapped it and turned the phone to show him. The elf’s eyes widened, shooting up to glare at his mate.

“Kandyman?” he growled, and Freya’s shy smile remained as she shrugged her shoulders. She met his eyes and winked.

“It’s ‘cuz you’re soooo sweet,” she leaned up to give him a big sloppy kiss on the lips, and Kandomere rolled his eyes.

“From you, I guess it’s acceptable,” he mumbled, and Freya smiled up at him, nuzzling back into him. As she snatched her phone back she tapped on the photo icon.

“I need a picture for your contact,” she said, and held up the phone to take a selfie with him. Looking at the picture, her smile widened. Her mate truly was a beautiful thing to behold. In the picture his hair was tousled and the fact that he was shirtless was definitely a bonus. Kandomere stood up and walked over to where he had discarded his pants on the floor. Freya shamelessly, but still subtly, checked out his muscular back as he bent down to rifle through the pocket and grabbed his phone. When Kandomere turned back around Freya’s eyes flitted away as her face glowed with a pink blush. Kandomere walked over and opened the camera app on his phone and snapped a picture before Freya could react.

“Hey!” she shouted, indignant. “Delete that!” she had that cute glare on her face again. Kandomere laughed, rolling his eyes and putting his phone on the bedside table.

“Why would I do that?” he asked as he climbed back onto the bed, and Freya’s glare intensified, before dropping as she scooted closer to him. Ultimately, in the battle of to snuggle or not snuggle, to snuggle came out victorious. Kandomere’s arms circled her as he pulled her to his chest, and Freya smiled, relaxing and closing her eyes, ready to sleep. Her brain had different ideas.

Skin skin skin skin muscles skin skin skin skin skIN sKIN SKIN SKIN!! Her mind shouted at her, and Freya grumbled, trying to ignore the thoughts.

“Shut up brain,” she mumbled, and Kandomere glanced down at her, confused.

“What was that, querida?” he asked, and Freya’s head shot up to look at him.

“Uh…” she laughed nervously. “Nothing!” she blurted out and slammed her head back down on his chest, trying to force herself to instantly fall asleep to avoid mortification. Kandomere chuckled, tightening his arms around her. Freya sighed, before a thought popped into her head. “Don’t you have work tomorrow?” she asked, and Kandomere tensed up.

“Shit,” he grumbled, leaning his head back with a groan. Now, Special Agent Kandomere had absolutely no problem with his job, he loved it in fact, but there was one downside… (Okay two but who’s actually counting). The GBF. Montehugh, the gay best friend, was going to want all the juicy details. Freya giggled, reaching over to grab her phone, setting an alarm for 5:30 am.

“The shop opens at 7:00, so I’ll have to get up early anyway,” she explained. “Does 5:30 give you enough time?” she asked, and Kandomere nodded.

“That should be fine,” he mumbled, giving her a quick peck on the lips as they both settled down to sleep.

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“Don’t wanna be an American Idiot!” Freya’s eyes slowly opened to her blaring alarm. She was used to this alarm, so she awoke gently. Her elvish mate, however, did not.

“Don’t want a nation under the new media!”   Kandomere shot up with a strangled shout, promptly falling out of the bed. Now fully conscious, Kandomere looked around, still slightly dazed from his tumble off the bed. Freya leaned over the edge of the bed, smiling brightly at him.

“Good morning sunshine!” she chirped to him, and Kandomere groaned.

“I was definitely expecting a much more pleasant wake up call,” he muttered, and Freya rose an eyebrow, smirking a bit.

“Oh poor baby, did you want breakfast in bed and the best morning sex of your life?” she teased, and Kandomere rose an eyebrow straight back at her.

“Honestly?” he asked, and Freya blushed, going back up and swinging her feet off the other side of the bed.

“Cheeky,” she muttered, and Kandomere grinned, getting up off the floor and walking over to the pile of his clothes that he left on the dresser. Wrinkling his nose at the fact that this would be his third day in a row putting this shirt on he sighed. Quickly getting dressed and going over to Freya, who was still sat on the bed, Kandomere pouted at his mate.

“I have to go back to my apartment to get clothes for work,” he mumbled, and Freya leaned up to give him a kiss on the lips.

“Have a good day, hun,” she murmured against his lips and he smiled slightly, turning around and starting to walk out the door. “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” she called after him. Kandomere turned his head to glance at her, raising an eyebrow before finally willing himself to exit the apartment.

Once she heard the door shut behind him Freya stood up, walking to her bedroom window which overlooked the street. She watched as Kandomere got into his car and drove away, and when she could no longer see his car she squealed, jumping onto the bed face down. Freaking out for a bit about Kandomere, eventually Freya had to get up and get ready for the day herself. Walking into her ensuite she turned on the shower and pulled off her clothes from yesterday that she had neglected to change out of the night before.

Stepping in once the water was scalding hot, Freya sighed, her mind quickly drifting to the night before, specifically when Kandomere had stripped. Noticing the warmth in her core that she knew wouldn’t just go away, Freya reached a hand down to the juncture of her thighs. Rubbing her clit gently as her other hand massaged her breast, Freya let out a whimper, thinking back to his muscled chest and that little happy trail that lead down to his boxers. In her mind her fingers were replaced with Kandomere’s larger ones, and they slowly dipped down to have one enter her. She let out a quiet moan as her other hand left her breast to grasp onto something, finding a shelf in the shower. Inserting another finger slowly, she gasped at the unfamiliar stretch. She was no stranger to masturbation, but before one finger had usually been enough to get her off. 

Once her second finger was as far in as it could go, Freya started to pump her fingers, cursing her small hands, her fingers not quite long enough to reach where she wanted them to. She shuddered, imagining Kandomere’s eyes, how his face would look when he took her for the first time. Gasping as the pressure that had been building up in her abdomen released and warmth spread all throughout her body, Freya leaned back against the shower tiles, breathing heavily.

Freya quickly cleaned herself up, washing her hair and body. She decided to shave her legs and in between, just in case.

Once Freya was out of the bathroom and getting dressed, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and smiled to see the text from Kandomere.

6:15 am

Kandyman : Have a good day, querida

Freya hummed with a dopey smile on her face, texting back as she walked into her kitchen.

6:20 am

***-***-**** : You too Kandyman ;)

Freya opened her fridge to grab the bag of blueberries she had purchased last time she went grocery shopping, filling a bowl and walking downstairs to open up the shop. Before she could flip the open sign she had to do a couple chores. She watered the plants that needed it, refilled the shelves of seed packets with what they needed, and then she went back behind the building to the greenhouse. Knocking gently on the door before walking in Freya smiled at the sprites already awake and tending to the garden. The small fairies looked up at her and quickly flew over to greet her.

As Freya set the blueberries down for the sprites, she started up a conversation with them.

“Guys you won’t believe what happened!” she gushed, and the matriarch of the sprite colony in her greenhouse, Tillie, looked up.

“Oh dear, what happened?” she asked, expecting something horrible. What she didn’t expect was for Freya to let out a loud squee.

“I met an elf the other day and we went on a date and then we found out we were mates and he stayed over last night and ohmygosh he’s so sweet and he’s hella sexy and I’m so HAPPY!” she got out in one breath, the sprites frozen, staring at her, before the human was surrounded in cheers.

“You have to bring him back some time! We gotta meet him!” Tillie demanded, and Freya nodded.

“Don’t worry, I will!” she reassured, turning to go back to the store. “Have a good day, ladies!” she called over her shoulder.

“Have fun with this elvish hunk!” Tillie called after her, and Freya blushed.

“Not too much fun though!” one of the other sprites shouted, and Freya’s blush worsened. She shuffled into the store, seeing that she had some time before she had to open so Freya got a head start on some arrangements that various people had ordered. At 7 o’clock on the dot Freya flipped the open sign and went back to the counter to continue the arrangements.

As Kandomere pulled into the MTF, he had to stay in his car for a full minute trying to wipe the smile off his face. Eventually he sighed, getting out of his car and walking into the building after deciding that it was a lost cause. Once on the sixth floor where he and Montehugh’s offices were, he felt a buzz in his pocket. He sat down behind his desk and fished his phone out, pulling up his conversations.

6:20 am

Norse Goddess <3 : You too Kandyman ;)

His face, which had already been stuck in a smile for the entire morning, broke out into an even larger grin. He barely glanced up as the door to his office opened, but quickly gave a shout once Montehugh snatched his phone out of his hands.

“Hey!” he shouted, and Montehugh laughed, looking through the conversation.

“I see the question mark is gone,” he smirked at his elvish boss, who groaned, slamming his forehead onto his desk.

“I hate you,” he muttered.

“Nah, you really don’t,” Montehugh laughed, and Kandomere just groaned once again.

“Oh trust me, I do,” Kandomere picked his head up to glare at Montehugh. Montehugh laughed loudly before sighing.

“Come on, quit sulking, we got a case,” he patted Kandomere on the back and went down to the garage to bring out the MTF car that Kandomere insisted they drive after his last car got totaled on a case. Kandomere slowly stood up to follow him, knowing he had definitely not heard the end of his partner/best friend’s teasing.

Kandomere went down to the lobby and was just stepping out of the building when Montehugh pulled up to the curb. Montehugh stayed in the driver’s seat as Kandomere walked up, but when Kandomere got to the driver’s side door Montehugh sighed and got out to go around to the passenger side.

“I never get to drive…” he muttered bitterly as they pulled out of the MTF parking lot. Kandomere rose an eyebrow, side eyeing him.

“That’s because last time you drove, we ended up getting taken hostage,” he reasoned, and Montehugh huffed.

“There was a red light!” he whined, and Kandomere sighed.

“We are federal agents, we were in a car chase with an orc gang with guns, you can run a red light Ulysses!” Kandomere snapped, but without much fire behind it. They had this discussion every time they drove to a case, and Montehugh honestly just started the conversation to fire Kandomere up at this point.

Eventually they pulled up to a high rise apartment building in Elf Town. Flashing their badges at the security in the lobby they went up to the penthouse, where a police officer started to let them through when a man in a trenchcoat rushed over to them.

“Hey! I don’t know what you feds are doing here, but this is my case! Scram!” he shouted at them. Kandomere glared intensely, staying silent to let Montehugh handle the situation. The elf moved over to lean against the wall while Montehugh confronted the rude detective.

“This was your case, buddy,” Montehugh grit out. “But the MTF is taking over, whether you like it or not!” he growled, and the man glared right back at the pair of MTF agents.

“Fine, I guess we can make this a joint case, you two can tag along,” he sighed, and Montehugh shook his head.

“I don’t think you understand,” he said, then pointed over to the elevator. “You, are gonna walk over to that elevator, go back down to the lobby, and get your ass back to your desk, without this case,” he glared, but the detective stood his ground. That is, until Kandomere pushed himself off the wall and started to walk over to the detective. Walking right up to the man so they were chest to chest, or rather, head to chest, Kandomere’s glare  intensified. Towering over the man, he almost immediately flinched and started to back away towards the elevator.

“Right, sorry,” he mumbled as the elevator doors closed on him.

Kandomere and Montehugh exchanged a look, both rolling their eyes at the man before they turned to walk into the apartment. Immediately upon walking in Kandomere was assaulted with the smell of blood. Looking down the pair of MTF agents saw an elven man lying face down on the kitchen floor in a pool of - presumably - his blood. Montehugh pulled out his phone to pull up the case file, using a nifty app that the MTF had created a month or two ago.

“The victim’s name is Laslin Berefort, he’s starred in several movies over the past three decades,” Montehugh read. “But he hasn’t looked at a single offer for a role in over 6 months,” he continued, looking down at the elf. As they walked around the kitchen to get a view of the rest of the open concept apartment, the pair gasped as they saw the symbol for the Inferni painted above the TV in blood. The symbol consisted of a pair of simply drawn wings above a stereotypical devil’s tail looping into an S, with the point being between the two wings. Montehugh leaned back out into the hallway, beckoning one of the minor agents over.

“Have the labs run a test on that blood, make sure it’s all his,” he told the agent, who nodded and scurried off to find someone to do a swab. Looking back over at Kandomere, who had wandered over to a desk near one of the large windows, he called over. “Find anything, boss?” he asked, and Kandomere stayed staring at the desk.

“Maybe,” he responded, pulling on some gloves and picking up a journal on the desk. Looking through it quickly, he saw many symbols drawn in no particular order or pattern all throughout the journal, mixed with descriptions of odd dreams the victim had been having. The victim had been having dreams where he was in total darkness, and many different voices kept telling him to do different things. Occasionally a symbol would show through the darkness, and he drew all the symbols he saw in the journal. Kandomere gestured for Montehugh to join him, who quickly glanced at the journal, and then groaned.

“Awe shit,” he muttered. “We’re gonna have to call in that centaur, aren’t we?” he asked, referring to a rather perverted centaur who worked for the MTF as an expert on the occult.

“I think so,” Kandomere said simply, putting the journal in an evidence bag as the pair left to let everything else be swabbed and bagged. Once they were back at the MTF headquarters, agents Kandomere and Montehugh stood in the office of the head of the MTF, an elf named Avitus. Avitus was tall, even by elf standards, and his hair was a deep midnight blue, appearing almost black closer to his roots. They had briefed him on the case as they knew it so far, but when Montehugh mentioned giving the centaur a call, Avitus held up his hand.

“Actually,” he interjected. “There’s a consultant that other law enforcement agencies have used, and she’s quite good,” he informed them, and the pair nodded. 

“What’s this consultant’s name?” Kandomere asked.

“Freya Bond,” Avitus responded, quirking an eyebrow at Kandomere’s tensing. Montehugh, however, did not notice his best friend’s suddenly rigid figure.

“Bond?” he laughed. “There’s someone with the actual last name Bond? ” he continued to laugh until he glanced up at Kandomere, then he froze as well. “Wait, Freya?! ” he almost shouted, and Avitus nodded, a little perplexed at the pair’s reaction to the name of the consultant.

“Is that name significant?” Avitus asked, and Kandomere nodded slightly, explaining.

“My mate, who I met very recently, shares the same first name,” he told Avitus, who nodded.

“Well, I’ll just give her a call,” he moved on, pulling out his cell and going to the email another law enforcement director had sent him about the consultant. Clicking on the number, he put the phone on speaker and waited for the consultant to pick up.

Meanwhile Kandomere was awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, a mantra repeating in his head of please don’t be her please don’t be her .

“Floral Sprite, how may I help you?” It was her. His Freya. Avitus cleared his throat.

“Yes, I am looking for a woman named Freya Bond, do I have the right number?” he asked.

“Yes, this is she,” she responded, and Avitus sighed.

“I am Director Avitus of the Magic Task Force, and I have need of an expert on the occult, a fellow agency head recommended your service,” he explained.

“Oh! Of course! Is the consultation urgent? Or can I stop by after I close?” she asks, and they all flinched as a crash was heard in the background. “Mikey! Don’t make me use this hose on you!” she shouted, though her voice was muffled as though she had tried to cover the microphone of her cell.

“After you close will be fine,” Avitus answered, pretending to not have heard her shouting at Mikey. “How much would you expect for a consultation?” he asked, and Freya’s laughter flowed through the speakers of the phone.

“Oh it’s a hobby! I never charge for consultations unless they directly put me in danger,” she told him, and the men in Avitus’ office all raised their eyebrows in disbelief. “Anywho! I close around 4, so I can get to MTF headquarters by 5 probably, I would be there sooner but my cousin is borrowing my car right now,” she explained.

“I can drive her,” Kandomere volunteers, and Montehugh starts laughing loudly.

“That’s her isn’t it?” he asked, and Kandomere nods, glaring. Avitus also glared, however his glare was directed towards both agents, conveying the silent message of ‘shut the hell up’.

“Special Agent Kandomere will pick you up around 4, if that’s alright?” he posed it as a question, though everyone involved in the interaction could tell that he was really just informing her rather than actually asking her.

“Okie dokie!” her cheery voice answered, and a beep was heard as she ended the call.

As soon as Freya ended the call, her phone buzzed with a text. Opening up her conversations, she giggled.

2:33 pm

Kandyman : Since when are you an expert on the occult!?

Freya continued to giggle as she began typing her response, however said response was put on hold as the door to her shop opened. Looking up, she put her phone down and stood to give Dorghu a hug. Before she could reach him however, he sidestepped and sniffed the air.

“Damn, you reek of that elf,” he grumbled, and Freya pouted, holding her arms out. “Fine,” he muttered as he wrapped his arms around her, Freya’s pout morphing into a grin.

When Freya pulled away she ran behind the counter and grabbed a bouquet off a table. Handing it to Dorghu she winked.

“No charge,” she told him, and Dorghu tilted his head at her, confused.

“What?” he asked, and Freya giggled.

“If you don’t ask Nick out I swear my head is going through that table over there,” she pointed behind her at the hefty wooden table she kept her arrangements on. Dorghu grunted, snatching the flowers and walking away. “Love ya!” she called after him, and he just grunted again.

“If this goes to shit I’m blaming you,” he mumbled, and Freya rolled her eyes.

“It won’t!” she shouted as the door shut behind him, then laughed as Dorghu stuck up his middle finger as he walked away.

Pulling her phone back out, she finished typing her response before hitting send, a little smirk on her face.

2:40 pm

***-***-**** : Oh honey there’s quite a bit you don’t know about me yet ;)

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After Freya closed up the shop, flipping the open sign so the ‘closed’ side was facing the window, she ran upstairs to take off her apron and put on a new shirt, without dirt stains all over it. Hearing a car pull up, she rushed downstairs, nearly skipping the last three steps, and ran out into the sidewalk. Spotting Kandomere’s jaguar, she skipped over to the passenger side door and hopped in, leaning over to kiss Kandomere on the cheek.

“Hey!” she greeted, and he rose an eyebrow, turning his head to fully kiss her on the lips. She giggled a bit, then sighed as she relaxed into the kiss.

“Now that,” he pulled away slightly to whisper against her lips. “Is a proper greeting,” he smiled a bit, and Freya rolled her eyes, leaning back into her seat and buckling her seat belt. As Kandomere pulled onto the road, the conversation switched to the events of the day.

“Since when are you an expert on the occult?” Kandomere asked, cutting straight to the chase. Freya giggled.

“Since I got my doctorate in occult studies last year,” she responded, and Kandomere nearly swerved as he choked on his own spit from surprise.

“When the hell did you have time to get a doctorate?!” he demanded, and Freya’s giggling continued.

“I went to an online all-year round college for a couple years and took way to many classes so I could speed through it,” she explained. “It was a total bitch on my health, but hey, now that it’s out of the way I can just have fun,” she shrugged, smiling lightly. Kandomere just shook his head, smirking a bit, yet still in awe of his mate.

“What’s that smirk for?” Freya reached over and nudged his shoulder, and Kandomere’s smirk morphed into a grin.

“Oh, I’m just being proud of my wonderful badass of a mate,” he hummed, and Freya blushed.

“You’re so extra,” she muttered, not knowing what else to say as they pulled into the MTF parking lot. She tilted her head upon seeing a burly redheaded man who was the embodiment of a Scottish clan leader, just without the tartan, waiting for them.

“That’s Ulysses,” Kandomere answered her unspoken question. “My partner,” Freya  nodded, opening her car door and stepping out, Kandomere quickly following. Before either of the two could greet Montehugh, he was rushing towards Freya and scooping her up in his arms. Freya squeaked in surprise at being bear hugged by this bear of a man. When Montehugh finally put her down, he smiled at her.

“So you’re this fucker’s mate huh?” he asked, jutting a hip out to the side while crossing his arms. Freya lightly rolled her eyes.

“And an expert on the occult which you seem to be in need of,” she deadpanned, and Montehugh paled while Kandomere was glaring daggers at him. Montehugh quickly recovered though, laughing and giving Freya a gentler hug this time. Said woman froze, looking over at her mate as if he could answer all her questions and get her brain to stop short circuiting. Montehugh let her go and turned towards the elevators.

“He literally hasn’t stopped smiling since he met you,” he smirked, gesturing for the couple to follow him to the elevator. Freya giggled a bit, smiling softly at Kandomere with a light blush.

Where Freya’s blush was light, Kandomere’s face was on fire. When Freya noticed this her giggling escalated a little as she wrapped an arm around his waist, walking next to him. Standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, she grumbled when she couldn’t quite reach.

“Come here you big softie!” she commanded in a whisper, and Kandomere chuckled a bit, leaning down to accommodate her. A loud guffaw was heard from in front of them as Montehugh bent at the waist to aid his breathing through his loud laughter. Kandomere just rolled his eyes, placing a hand on the small of Freya’s back and guiding her into the elevator in front of Montehugh.

Once Montehugh realized that he had been left behind, he quickly jogged to catch up to the mates before the elevator doors closed. “Hey! Wait up!” he called as the pair shared a quiet laugh.

Immediately upon entering Atticus’ office, Freya got to work. Quickly scanning through the journal and pictures of the crime scene, she looked up at the three agents after about half a minute.

“This wasn’t the inverni,” she told them, and the agents shared a stunned look.

“How do you figure that?” Avitus asked, and Freya pointed to the inverni symbol that had been painted on the wall.

“Do you see how the tail is a neat point, and completely filled in?” she asked, and he nodded. “Well, the thing about the inverni is, seeing how they basically brainwash their members, everything is always consistent. They paint or draw the exact same symbol wherever they go, and there are never any differences,” she took a breath. “Usually their symbol is drawn with two lines as the point of the tail to save time, but this person filled it in all the way, so they are most likely not inverni,” she turned to the journal, dutifully ignoring the dumbfounded looks of the males in the room. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got in here,” she muttered to herself. “These first five pages are not occult symbols,” she says, moving closer to the agents to show them. “Most of these are symbols I don’t recognize, but this one,” she tapped one on the second page. “And these ones,” she tapped on a couple more over the pages. “Are elven family crests,” she said, and heard Montehugh suck in a breath. “I think it’s safe to say that all of these symbols are crests.” she concluded, sitting down and looking through the journal some more.

The others moved to look over her shoulder, glancing at each other in amazement at how fast she was putting things together. They heard her hum, and they all turned their heads to look at her face. While it was mostly blank, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes. She saw their questioning gazes and pointed to one of the crests.

“That,” she paused. “Is the crest of my estranged family,” she said, and Kandomere gasped a bit. Freya suddenly snapped the book shut, startling the MTF agents.

“Alright, here’s my running theory,” she began, standing and turning to address the agents. “Laslin was the victim of multiple possession attempts by these families, all of which affiliate themselves with The Dark Lord,” she explained, and Avitus cut her off.

“How the hell did you figure that out?” he asked, and Freya shot him a look, as if to say, ‘I was getting to that’. Avitus backed down, gesturing for her to continue.

“The crests that Laslin saw in his dreams were signs from his personal god, who was protecting him from the possessions. He was trying to send Laslin a message about who was targeting him.” she explained. “And since his personal god stopped the possession attempts, the only thing these families succeeded in was connecting his spirit to the dark lord. Kind of like opening a phone line or something. The dreams that he describes in the journal are all The Dark Lord trying to convince Laslin to raise him unconsciously,” Freya concludes, and the group just stared at her in awe for a bit. Finally, Montehugh was the one to break the stunned silence.

“So who are we looking for? Who would have murdered him?” he asked, and Freya barely blinked.

“Shield of Light,” she told him, raising a hand to cut off the beginnings of protests and disbelief. “While Shield of Light claims that they are ready to face The Dark Lord, they do still want to delay his rising.” she explained. “If they thought there was even a remote possibility of Laslin raising The Dark Lord, they would want to eliminate that threat immediately,” Kandomere nodded, quickly moving out of the room to make a few calls. Freya turned to Avitus as her mate made the calls to bring in some known Shield of Light members.

“I would also look into the elders of these families,” she told him. “Even though they didn’t murder him, they did attempt to possess him and raise the dark lord,”. Avitus nodded.

“Thank you, Ms. Bond,” he reached out to shake her hand. “From now on you should probably expect more calls from us, your service has been quite useful today,” he informed her, and Freya grinned.

“Of course! Thank you,” she beamed as she grasped his hand and gave it a firm shake.

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Kandomere and Montehugh slumped heavily at the bar of a diner close to the MTF headquarters. They had just interrogated their last Shield of Light suspect and were pretty sure they had found the right one. They had also sent teams to arrest several elves of high status, including the elders of Freya’s ex-family. 

“Well this’ll be a PR shit-storm,” Montehugh piped up after they had ordered their drinks. Kandomere grunted, nodding. Montehugh rolled his eyes. “Alright, time to tell me about Freya,” Kandomere’s eyes shot up to meet his.

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me, what’s she like, from your perspective?” 

Kandomere sighed, thinking for a bit. “She’s adorably hot if that makes sense… but she’s also badass!” Kandomere smirked, thinking back to the first day they met. “She owns a dojo above her shop and trains the local kids in self defense,” Montehugh let out a whistle.

“You forgot to say that she’s also apparently a whizkid,” he chuckled, and Kandomere rose an eyebrow. “How did you not know she had a fucking PHD in occult studies?!” Kandomere groaned.

“Apparently there’s quite a bit I don’t know about her,” he mumbled, but then smiled softly. “But I’ve got forever to learn about her,”

“Well isn’t that sweet!” Kandomere jumped as arms wrapped around his shoulders and soft lips pressed to his cheek.

“When did you get here?” he tried to play of his surprise at her being right behind him, but Freya just giggled.

“Ulysses invited me, I got here a couple minutes ago,” she responded, leaving Kandomere sputtering. It took him a moment to be able to form a coherent sentence.

“Uly- Since when are you two on a first name basis?” he asked, and Ulysses let out a rather loud guffaw. Freya let a small smirk spread across her face as she wrapped an arm over each agent’s shoulder.

“Since my buddy here showed me those lovely pictures of you on the trafficking case a couple months ago,” her smirk widened as Kandomere felt a warmth spread over his entire face and neck. He shot a glare at Montehugh before slamming his head down on the counter. Freya giggled even more, leaning over his shoulder and whispering in his ears.

“You look very pretty in a dress,” Kandomere groaned, lifting his head to glare at Freya, but as soon as he took in the sight of her, Kandomere lost all will to glare, instead, seeing Freya in a cute floral sundress with a scooping neckline, he found himself in quite a playful mood.

He smirked, looking his mate up and down. “So do you, querida,” he purred, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him to give her a soft peck. Kandomere hummed, admiring the pink blush that had spread over her cheeks.

The tender moment was broken, however, by Montehugh clearing his throat awkwardly. “And on that note,” he paused, throwing some cash on the counter. “I’m off!”. And then he was walking away. Freya smiled brightly, waving at him as he went.

“Hey!” she called, and Montehugh paused in his step and looked over his shoulder at her. “Come by the shop if you feel like impressing that guy from inter-department affairs!”. He nodded, smiling and shooting a thumbs up her way before continuing out of the diner to his car.

Freya stole Montehugh’s seat, turning to face Kandomere with a soft smile, but she froze upon seeing him staring at her in shock. “What?” she asked, and Kandomere shook his head.

“ That’s who he’s interested in?!” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “I’ve been trying to get him to tell me for months!” he grumbled, facing forward again as Freya tensed.

“Did I-?” she began to stutter, worrying that she had just outed Montehugh to Kandomere. “Did I just out him? I mean I thought he was already out to you but oh shit was he not? I’m so-” Kandomere cut her off, almost physically feeling her distress.

“No, mi alma, he’s been out to me for years,” he reassured, pulling her closer to him for some awkward diner-snuggles. Freya sighed in relief, nuzzling her face into Kandomere’s neck.

“Thank the gods,” she murmured, lips lightly brushing his neck. Kandomere shifted slightly on the bar stool. Though he was aware that Freya’s intentions were completely innocent, she probably had no idea how sensitive an elf’s neck could be, he couldn’t help the growing arousal in his groin. Hurriedly fishing out his wallet and throwing some bills on the table, Kandomere tightened his arm around Freya’s waist and stood up.

“Let’s go,” he said, curtly, surprising Freya.

“Huh?” Was all the noise Freya could make as Kandomere practically dragged her to his car. He opened her door for her, trying to remain a slight gentleman, before booking it to the driver’s side and rushing in. As soon as Freya’s door had closed behind her, Kandomere was kissing her. Freya let out a noise of surprise as Kandomere’s tongue almost instantly parted her lips and dove between them. His hand came up to cup the back of her neck and Freya timidly snuck her hand up to grab a clump of his hair, both trying to get as close to the other as possible. Kandomere groaned softly, pulling his lips from her briefly to let out a sigh before kissing from her mouth, down her chin, to her neck, stopping at her clavicle as his neck started to get cramped up. The soft sighs that had been coming from Freya’s lips stopped as Kandomere pulled away completely.

“My place or yours?” he asked softly, and Freya giggled a little nervously.

“I uh… I think mine is closer,” she responded, voice equally as soft. The words had barely escaped her lips before Kandomere was turning the key and pulling onto the road. Weaving between traffic in a way that would have gotten him arrested were he anyone else, Kandomere got them back to Freya’s building in record time.

Both mates scrambled out of the car, unable to keep their hands off each other as they climbed the stairs to Freya’s flat. Like hormonal teenagers they stopped right before they got to the door, Freya turning and passionately kissing Kandomere. He pushed her against the door, one hand supporting him against the door right next to her head, the other tugging on his tie to get it off. Before they could get ahead of themselves, Freya turned around and dug around in her bag. As Freya fumbled with the keys she giggled, Kandomere’s hands sliding up and down her sides, briefly brushing over the side of her breasts.

Finally getting the door unlocked, they stumbled through the apartment to Freya’s bedroom, Kandomere leaving a trail of suit pieces along the way. Once they got to the bed, Kandomere gently pushed Freya so she fell on it, giggling as she bounced softly. The elf quickly shoved down his pants and briefs, climbing on top of her as he tugged at the bottom of her dress. Freya’s face turned red as the dress was cast aside on the floor next to her bed, quickly bringing her arms around herself to cover her stomach.

Kandomere growled, pulling her hands away and pinning them next to her head on the mattress, kissing his way down her body to stop at her abdomen. As he kissed and sucked there, he groaned.

“Don’t you dare hide your curves from me, princesa,” he growled, nipping softly at her soft stomach. “You’re mine, every beautiful inch of you, and I don’t like being kept from what’s mine,” Freya moaned softly, his voice resonating in her ears and the feel of his lips against her stomach making heat explode throughout her. Kandomere’s lips continued down, mouthing at her mound over her panties as Freya’s moans continued. Peeling her panties off with one hand as he tugged at the front of her bra with the other, Kandomere grunted. “Off,” he commanded, and Freya arched her back to reach behind her and unclip it. Soon they both laid bare on the bed, Kanadomere’s head diving back between Freya’s legs. 

He lapped his tongue around her clit and entrance, groaning at the sweet taste of her. “Has anyone ever tasted you, querida?’ he prompted, and Freya moaned loudly, shaking her head. “I can’t hear you,” he mumbled, pulling away from her soft heat to swat lightly at her inner thigh.

“No,” she whimpered, and Kandomere hummed, dipping his head once again to continue laving at her. Suckling gently on her clit, he reveled at the squeal that came from Freya’s lips as her thighs tightened to try and close around his head. His hands quickly came up to keep her thighs spread, and he dipped lower to push his tongue through her entrance, thrusting it in and out of her. Freya’s moans continued to grow in volume and soon Kandomere’s lips were back on her clit, his tongue’s previous position being filled with one finger, then two. Higher and higher Kandomere drove her as the pressure continued to build in her abdomen, her arms thrashing before her hands weaved themselves through his hair. Kandomere hummed against her as he felt her thighs begin to tremble, picking up the pace of his fingers as he swirled his tongue around her clit faster, before pulling his mouth away to whisper to her. 

“That’s right, cum for me, mi alma, mi reina,” and that’s exactly what she did. Her hands tugged at Kandomere’s hair as she let out a moan akin to a scream, her body tensing beyond belief as Kandomere released her oversensitive clit and slowed the pumping of his fingers, bringing her down from her orgasm.

He pulled himself back up her body so their faces were level, kissing her lips softly as he gripped his erection, which at this point was uncomfortably hard.

“Do you want-” he couldn’t even get his question out before Freya was whimpering.

“Yes, yes, just do it!” 

Kandomere nodded, but as he brushed his tip against Freya’s swollen lower lips, he paused, groaning and burying his face into Freya’s neck. Freya’s head tilted as his shoulders slumped further.

“Wha- what are you waiting for?” she timidly asked, and Kandomere just groaned again.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered, and Freya sighed.

“You can… pull out?” she suggested quietly, and Kandomere lifted his head up again to shake it at her.

“I shouldn’t, both mates get so much more fertile when aroused in one another’s presence,” he explained, and Freya sighed again. Her thoughts raced. She had already had an orgasm, but what about him?

Shoving on his chest, Freya flipped them so she was on top, pulling Kandomere to sit up as she prompted him to sit on the edge of the bed. Getting off the bed and sliding to her knees, Kandomere shook his head.

“You don’t have to querida-ahhh” he was cut off by his own moan when Freya’s tongue timidly reached out to lick the tip.

“I want to,” she muttered as her hand gripped the base of his cock, gently squeezing and pulling. Kandomere groaned as her mouth opened to accept some of him into her mouth. Freya took him deeper with each bob of her head until she gagged a bit, pulling off for a second. She barely took a second to catch her breath before she was back at it, now knowing her limit, using her hand to get what her mouth couldn’t. Kandomere was beyond words, mumbling nonsense-switching between Ovulsi and Spanish, some words not even belonging to a language. His hand gently gripped her hair at the base of her skull, not prompting her any, just more to ground himself.

Freya’s hand that wasn’t supporting her on Kandomere’s thigh went from the base of his cock to reach below and cup his balls gently. Kandomere let out an especially loud moan at that. Spurred on by his reactions, Freya continued, picking up the pace slightly, applying suction where she felt it would be right.

Soon Kandomere was tugging on her hair, trying to pull her off of him as he was about to cum, but Freya just hummed, and pushed her head down as far as she could without too much discomfort. Kandomere came with a shout, shooting spurts of his cum down Freya’s throat as she jerked a bit, startled at the sensation. She knew to expect it, however she didn’t expect the amount that was going down her throat and filling her mouth. She was stubborn though, and took it all before pulling her mouth off of him and swallowing what she could, wiping her mouth to get the rest. She licked her fingers to get the rest of Kandomere’s cum, and Kandomere groaned at the sight of his mate. Her eyes tilted up to meet his and Kandomere found himself cursing morals and reason, wishing he could just fuck her senseless and not worry about the likely pregnancy that would occur. 

Freya shakily stood and climbed onto the bed, starting to slump against his chest, but Kandomere clucked his tongue, standing up slowly with her being mainly supported by his arms.

“Let’s get cleaned up first, then we can sleep,” he murmured into her hair, gently placing a kiss on the crown of her head. Freya groaned softly, moving with him into her ensuite and turning the shower on.

Both exhausted, the couple washed each other. Though there was the occasional kiss, the shower wasn’t sensual. They simply basked in the others’ presence as the soap cascaded off their bodies and down the drain. Quickly toweling off, Freya hummed as she laid back on the bed, Kandomere climbing in with her and pulling her so her head rested on his chest, ear pressed in a way that she could hear his heartbeat.

They drifted off that way, both smiling gently in their post-orgasmic haze, wrapped in each others arms.

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When Kandomere woke up the next morning, he was greeted with quite possibly one of the most beautiful sights he had ever experienced in his life.

His arms were around Freya, and her back was to him. Her hair was ruffled, probably from when Kandomere had tugged at it the previous night, and the covers had shifted to leave her top half bare. Kandomere let out a long breath as he just drank in the sight of his mate, letting out a groan as Freya shifted so one of her breasts came into view. Freya shifted more at the sound of his voice, turning towards him with a slight smile, and Kandomere noted the shift in her breathing as she began to wake up.

Kandomere let out a frustrated sigh at the sight of Freya’s sleepy face, eyes barely open, peering up at him. His morning wood was prominent and showed no signs of going down soon, and as much as he wanted to give in and seal the bond, he knew he had to wait until they had condoms. 

Freya saw the look of irritation on Kandomere’s face as she came into consciousness. She hummed in question at him.

“What’s wrong?” she mumbled, and Kandomere smiled softly at her.

“Nothing querida, I just need to buy some condoms,” he answered, and a flush overtook Freya’s cheeks. Kandomere’s hands rose to settle one on her side and one below her cheek, giving her a sweet kiss. Freya’s smile broke the kiss as her hand started to wander from the planes of Kandomere’s chest down to his still present morning wood. Kandomere jumped a bit when her small hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and his head tilted back as his mouth opened in a silent moan. Freya pressed closer to him as she laved kisses across his neck and down a little lower. When her lips got to his abdomen she began to suck and lick, smiling softly at the light hickeys that were starting to form. Kandomere grunted in pleasure as Freya’s mouth traveled below his navel, placing his hands on her head, gently weaving his fingers through the soft lavender locks.

Finally Freya’s lips were where he had been aching for them, and as she kitten licked the tip the hand that had been jerking him reached down to support herself on his thigh. Unlike the previous night, which had been close to frenzied in their passionate haze, Freya took her time. Licking around his cock and humming, reveling in Kandomere’s pleased sighs and moans, Freya slowly accepted him into her mouth, bobbing her head leisurely as his hands tensed. They went from gingerly cradling her head to gripping her hair like a lifeline. Freya moaned around his cock as he tugged on her hair, reaching her hand that wasn’t supporting her weight down between her legs, shifting to try and relieve some pressure. Kandomere vaguely noted this through the mess that was his mind as he quickly approached orgasm.

Soon Kandomere came down Freya’s throat with a shout, going limp for a moment as he came down from the high. As Freya came back up to be face to face with Kandomere, she smiled shyly at him as he reached up a thump to swipe a drip of cum off the corner of her lip. Freya sucked the thumb into her mouth, peering at Kandomere through her lashes as she shifted her thighs again, trying to ignore her own arousal. 

Kandomere wasn’t having that, and he smirked as he went under the covers, grasping Freya’s hip and laving at her mound.

“My turn,” he growled, almost immediately attacking her clit. Freya let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a squeal, surprised and overwhelmed at the sudden attention. Kandomere’s tongue continued to circle her clit as he probed her entrance with one finger, gently putting it in and basking in the glory of Freya’s moans. Freya let out an especially loud moan as Kandomere pushed in another finger, her pussy clenching around it. 

Soon Freya had come, and she was pouting at Kandomere as he got dressed. He had to get back to his apartment, and though somewhere in the back of Freya’s mind she thought she might be being a little too clingy, that thought was buried under all the adoration she had for her mate.

As Kandomere was buttoning his blazer he happened to glance over at Freya, lips stuck out in a pretty pout and eyes pleading with him to stay. He groaned.

“You need to stop looking at me like that querida, or else I’ll never leave,” he complained, and Freya smiled slightly.

“That’s fine with me,” she mumbled, but Kandomere just shook his head. He walked over to her to give her a quick kiss on the lips before brushing a hand over her cheek.

“I’ll see you soon?” he murmured against her lips, and she nodded pushing on his chest slightly.

“Get going, hun, or else I won’t let you leave,”. With a smirk and a shake of his head, Kandomere was out the door.

Freya sighed happily, plopping back onto her bed with a large smile. Then she shot up again. 

That had been the most she’d ever done with someone, and it all had happened so fast. Freya admitted to herself that she was a little overwhelmed with the pace of the relationship. Definitely not unsatisfied, but also definitely out of her element. Reaching for her phone, she scrolled through her contacts for a bit before hitting call.

“Freya why the fuck did I find out from DORGHU of all people that you have a boyfriend?!” Was what she was immediately greeted with upon Leanne picking up. Leanne had been one of her good friends since moving to the orc sectors. The ex-wife of Jared (and also his babymama), she understood a lot of what Freya went through with Jared, except for her she was already married to him before he showed his ‘true colors’.

Freya flinched. “I was gonna call you!” she tried to defend herself, but Leanne was having none of it.

“Not soon enough you weren’t!” Freya could feel the angry stare through the phone.

“Alright I’m sorry! But I also gotta talk, wanna meet up at Pesky Pixie?” she inquired, referring to The Pixie , a café that their social circle frequented for catching up on gossip or ‘intel’ as Dorghu and other members of Fogteeth called it.

Around an hour later, Freya was dressed in jeans and a random band tee, sitting in the corner of The Pixie Café . 

Soon, an orc woman appearing to be in her mid thirties walked into the café with a scowl on her otherwise pleasant face. Her eyes zeroed in on Freya with a glare, and marched over to the table where said human was seated. 

“Hey Leanne!” Freya greeted with a large smile, trying to compensate for the lack of cheeriness coming from her friend.

“Don’t you ‘hey’ me, honey! I leave you alone for less than a week and suddenly you’re dating an elf? What the fuck?!” Freya flinched at Leanne’s outburst.

“Um… about that, heh,” Freya started, chuckling nervously. “We’re not technically dating, we’re mates, so uh… closer to married actually,” she grinned up at Leanne nervously.

“I… explain! Now!” Leanne demanded, and Freya quickly complied. After explaining the entirety of her and Kandomere’s relationship up to the previous night, Freya paused.

“Okay, so, I… ugh do you remember how when you first had sex with Jared it was all you’d talk about?” she paused, taking a deep breath. “I think it’s my turn now,” Leanne gasped.

“You didn’t!” Freya blushed.

“Well, not… quite?” she mumbled, and Leanne narrowed her eyes.

“And not quite means…?” she prompted, and Freya blushed, leaning in to whisper to Leanne.

“Head… on both sides,” Leanne smirked, letting out a childish ‘ooooh’ and wiggling her eyebrows at Freya.

“You, the innocent bean who has barely kissed anyone let alone had sex, gave and got head?! ” she shout-whispered, leaning in towards Freya.

“Uh huh,” Freya mumbled.

“I need a picture!” Leanne demanded, gesturing to the blushing human’s phone. Said human sighed, fishing out her phone and pulling up Kandomere’s profile picture. Leanne’s eyes widened when she saw the picture of Kandomere.

“I gotta be honest, I don’t usually like elves… but DAMN GURL!” she almost shouted the last part, and Freya rolled her eyes at her eccentric friend.

“Get your own damn hunk,” she said, and Leanne sighed, getting up.

“I will! Maybe I’ll meet one at work, you never know!” Leanne winked, walking out and going to work.

“Bye,” Freya mumbled, knowing Leanne just came and went without much flare. One moment she would be there and the next… oh where’d she go?

Around 10, Freya flipped the OPEN sign on the door to the shop, and for the next two hours she was swamped with customers, having absolutely no time to sit down and breath. Around noon, however, a certain jaguar pulled up, and Freya’s head tilted.

“That’s odd,” she mumbled, seeing Montehugh getting out and marching to her store with a purpose, with Kandomere following leisurely behind him. Montehugh slammed the door open.

“That’s it! Today’s the day!” he shouted, and Kandomere rolled his eyes.

“You’ve been saying that everyday for two months, Ulysses,” he sighed, walking over to Freya and giving her a peck on the lips. “Hola, mi alma,” he mumbled against her lips, and Freya smiled lightly before turning to Montehugh.

“What’s this about?” she asked, and Montehugh frantically slammed his hands on the counter.

“I need a bouquet!” he all but shouted, and Freya nodded.

“Allllright…?” she mumbled, going to her little table she had for putting together bouquets.

“I’m going to ask Harry out today and I need a bouquet that’ll impress him!” Montehugh exclaimed, and Freya nodded, grabbing an assortment of flowers and putting them together quickly, explaining as she went.

“This,” she picked up a green rose as she added others to the bouquet. “Is, as you can see, a green rose, which represents the rejuvenation of life, or in your case hopefulness for a new relationship. Now these,” now she picked up lavender roses. “Are lavender roses, which represent love at first sight, or also just a way of displaying your feelings and intentions. Then there are these,” she gestured to the final key flower in the bouquet. “These are pink peonies, which symbolize health and riches, so basically a healthy and loving relationship,”. She handed over the bouquet with a giggle at Montehugh’s awed look. “I figure you can impress him with that whole spiel,” she smiled brightly at him as Montehugh smiled right back. The ginger giant pulled Freya into a tight hug, before pulling back.

“How much?” he asked, and Freya thought for a second.

“I mean, usually for a bouquet like this I’d charge $15, but for you I’ll take $5,” she said, and Montehugh shook his head.

“No, I’ll pay full price!” he insisted, pulling out his wallet, handing Freya a five and ten dollar bill.

“No, you won’t,” Freya giggled, taking the five and putting it in the till. She turned back to the pair, raising an eyebrow at them, and Montehugh sighed, turning to Kandomere.

“I’ll be in the car,” he muttered, and it was then that Freya looked down to see the duffle bag in Kandomere’s hands.

“What’s that?” she asked, and Kandomere lifted the duffle a bit.

“My overnight bag, just in case, querida,” he smiled, and Freya beamed brightly up at him.

“I’ll take it up when I close, you can just leave it behind the counter,” she gave him a quick kiss, which soon turned into many quick kisses. Finally Freya pulled back and pushed Kandomere to the door.

“Get back to work, hun,” she giggled, and Kandomere nodded, smirking at her as he walked out of the shop and got in his car.

Freya sighed, sinking down into a chair she kept behind the counter, but before she could sink in any of the peace she was swarmed by the sprites. 

“You did something, didn’t you?!” one of them giggled maniacally, and Freya nodded reluctantly. Her last thoughts as the sprites pulled her into the greenhouse were: Me and my big mouth.

Chapter Text

Kandomere sighed, going through the list of potential recruits to the MTF. Of course, Avitus had final say, but he allowed Kandomere to look through their files and put in his comments about them, saying whether or not someone would fit well on his team or not and stuff like that. Kandomere was getting to the end of the list, and he paused, sitting back in his chair to rub his temples. Some of the candidates were so underqualified that reading their files had given him a headache. As he went to stand and take a break, perhaps get some coffee, Montehugh burst into his office.

“KANDOMERE!” he shouted, the biggest smile on his face. Said elf just rose an eyebrow.

“Yes?” 

“Harry said yes!” Montehugh told him, and Kandomere let a small smile overtake his face, happy for his friend. 

Seeing as Montehugh was about to burst, Kandomere prompted him. “So..? Give me the details,” knowing full well that he would get said details whether he had asked for them or not. Montehugh’s smile spread even wider, and at this point Kandomere was a little worried about him hurting his face.

“Freya was right, about the bouquet, he was super impressed when I explained it to him, and he said that he’d been interested in me for a while too!” Montehugh gushed. “And tomorrow we’re going to dinner at some little Italian place near the orc sector,” he said, and Kandomere smiled, then thought back to his and Freya’s date.

“What’s this restaurant called?” he asked, and Montehugh pulled out his phone.

“I have it in my notes somewhere… it’s… Ciba di Valentina e Alessandro ,” he said, and Kandomere smirked. 

“Freya’s cousins own that restaurant, you should talk to her,” he said, and Montehugh beamed.

“Really?” Kandomere nodded, pulling out his phone.

“I’ll give you her number,” he said, Montehugh pulling up a new contact.

Once Montehugh had Freya’s number, he practically ran out of Kandomere’s office, already writing up the text he was going to send her.

Meanwhile, at The Floral Sprite , Freya was in the greenhouse out back, tending to the flowers with the help of the sprites. She had closed half an hour ago, and for now was content just chatting with the sprites. 

Suddenly her phone chimed with her text tone. Freya fished her phone out of her apron pocket, and looked at the notification, seeing a number that wasn’t in her contacts.

Today, 5:36 pm

***-***-**** : Hey Freya, it’s Ulysses, do you think you could help me impress Harry a little more?

Freya smiled, saving the number in her contacts and texting him back.

Today, 5:38 pm

***-***-**** : Sure, whaddya need?

Before she could even close out of her messages and shut her phone off, Montehugh had replied.

Today, 5:38 pm

Monty Bear : We agreed to go to dinner tomorrow night at Ciba di Valentina e Alessandro , and Kandomere told me the owners are you cousins?

***-***-**** : Yep

***-***-**** : Come down to the restaurant tonight with Kandomere, around 6:30, I’ll introduce you

Monty Bear : Thank you so much! I owe you!

Freya smiled, bidding the sprites a ‘goodnight’ before leaving the greenhouse to go change. Before she made it to the door, her phone chimed again. She pulled her phone out, expecting it to be Montehugh again, but was surprised to see Dorghu’s contact on her screen.

Today, 5:40 pm

Grumpy Orc Dad : FREYA
Grumpy Orc Dad : NICK INVITED ME TO DINNER TONIGHT

Grumpy Orc Dad : WHAT DO I DO

Freya sighed, shaking her head at Dorghu’s cluelessness, before typing out a reply.

Today, 5:41 pm

***-***-**** : Chill out, come by the shop and I’ll make a nice bouquet, alright?

There was a long pause before Dorghu replied, by that time Freya had already started on the bouquet. Her phone chimed, but seeing as her hands were a little tied up, she decided it could wait a minute or two.

After having completed the bouquet, tying it up and wrapping it in a deep blue tissue paper, Freya picked up her phone.

Today, 5:44 pm

Grumpy Orc Dad : Be there in 10

Freya glanced at the clock, seeing it was almost six. Leaving the bouquet on the counter, Freya started to take off her apron and hang it up, preparing to lock up. Just as she had placed her apron on the peg behind the cashier, the bell above the door chimed, and Dorghu walked in.

“You’re a lifesaver, Freya,” he sighed, grabbing the bouquet and going to give Freya a hug. His nose wrinkled as his arms surrounded her, and as he pulled away, he glared at Freya.

“You smell even more like him, Jesus Freya,” he grunted. “Did you fuck or something?” Freya gasped at his bluntness, shaking her head.

“No! We haven’t gone that far yet!” Dorghu just rolled his eyes at her before glancing at the phone, seeing it was 6 o’clock.

“Sure, kid,” he sighed. “I gotta dash,” he gave her one last hug before leaving the shop and starting to run down the street to his car, hoping to make it to Nick’s on time. 

Freya, sure that she could now finally lock up, exited her shop and went up to her apartment, quickly changing and washing her hands. Realizing that her car was still being borrowed by one of her cousins, Freya rushed over to the subway station and quickly swiped her card, hoping to all things holy that it wasn’t as congested as it usually was during rush hour.

Thankfully, the fates were on her side, and Freya arrived at the restaurant just as Montehugh and Kandomere pulled up. 

Kandomere got out of the car, striding over to Freya and giving her a sound kiss, relishing in the happy little hum that escaped her throat through it. Once he released her, Montehugh was right there to give Freya a huge hug.

“I owe you,” he muttered, and Freya giggled and shook her head.

“Not really,” she said, leading them into the restaurant. As the bell rang above the door, they heard Alessandro’s voice from the kitchen.

“We’re closed!” he shouted, coming out into the dining room, but he paused upon seeing Freya. “Oh hey Freya,” he greeted, the stern expression on his face shifting into a soft smile.

“Freya?!” Valentina came running out of the kitchen, almost knocking Alessandro over in her rush to give her adopted cousin a hug. “Twice in a week! What’s up?” she asked, and Freya smiled, giving Alessandro a hug before stepping aside to gesture to Montehugh.

“This is Ulysses, he has a date here tomorrow night and wanted to meet you guys,” she introduced, and Valentina and Alessandro smiled widely at the giant ginger. They went forward and each shook his hand in turn, before they sat down in one of the booths, starting to chat and get to know each other. As Freya smiled at the trio, her phone rang, and she quickly glanced at the caller ID before picking up: Daryl .

“What’s up?” she asked, and Daryl’s worried voice quickly came through the speaker.

“Can you watch Sofia and Charlie?”

“What? Why?” she had no problem watching the kids, but usually Daryl would let her know in advance before she’d babysit.

“Sherri is at a nursing conference in Chicago and my mom is in the ER, she was watching the kids and now I gotta go deal with mom’s discharge but I can’t leave Sofia and Charlie alone,” he rambled, and Freya agreed.

“Of course I’ll watch the kids! I’ll be over as soon as I can!” she said, hanging up and heading out the door, Kandomere and Montehugh following after her. Freya turned to Kandomere. “Can you give me a ride to Daryl’s place?” she asked, and Kandomere nodded, kissing her cheek.

“Of course, querida, get in,” she smiled, pecking Kandomere on the lips and getting into the passenger’s seat. Montehugh turned to Kandomere.

“My car’s at the MTF,” he said, and Kandomere jerked his head to the back seat. Montehugh nodded and got in.

Soon, Montehugh was dropped off at the MTF, and Kandomere was driving while Freya gave direction’s to Daryl’s new(ish) house. He had finally sold the old one, and moved into a modern fully renovated town house with two more bedrooms, one for Charlie’s nursery and the other for a guest room.

As Kandomere turned onto Daryl’s street, Freya turned to look at him.

“You know you don’t have to watch the kids with me, I’m sure you’d rather sleep in your own bed tonight, and I don’t know when Daryl will be home,” she explained, but Kandomere shook his head, turning into the driveway that Freya pointed out.

“I want to spend more time with you, and if spending time with you tonight means spending time with two kids as well, I’m fine with that,” he smiled at her, reaching over to give her hand a squeeze. Freya’s heart just melted, and she had to physically restrain herself from swooning.

“Stop that,” she muttered, and Kandomere hummed in question, turning the car off and turning to face her with a raised eyebrow. “You’re like some Mr. Perfect from a cheesy teenage romance movie,” she whined, and said Mr. Perfect chuckled.

“Problem?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Yes!” she squeaked. “How am I supposed to function when you say fluffy things like that?!” she whined, and Kandomere laughed, opening his car door and getting out. Freya sighed, getting out as well and skipping over to the door, ringing the doorbell before Kandomere had even been able to step up onto the porch. The door opened almost immediately, Daryl pulling Freya into a hug.

“Freya thank you so much-” he cut himself off upon seeing Kandomere, doing a double take and pulling back to hold Freya by the shoulders. “Why the fuck is the elf here?” he demanded, and Freya flinched, smiling nervously.

“He was my ride?” she said, her voice raising in pitch and her response coming out as almost a question. Daryl rolled his eyes, knowing he had to get to the hospital ASAP.

“Fine, just watch the kids, bedtime is at 9,” he sighed, jogging to his car and pulling out immediatelly after his door shut. As Freya and Kandomere walked through the door, a blur of pink came barreling towards them.

“AUNTY FREYYYAAAA!” Sofia shouted, throwing her arms around said human’s waist and snuggling into her abdomen. After she finally pulled away, she looked up at Kandomere. “Who are you?”.

Chapter Text

After the awkwardness of introductions were out of the way, Sofia had dragged Freya into the living room with Kandomere walking behind them. He had a soft smile on his face as he observed Freya praising Sofia’s Pink Panther outfit.

“It’s awesome! Just… why Pink Panther?” she asked, and Sofia ‘hmphed’ indignantly. 

“Jonathan called me crazy when I hummed the song, he didn’t know what Pink Panther was!” she cried in outrage, unintentionally stirring Charlie. Freya sighed.

“I’m glad you’ve educated him,” she said before quickly running over to Charlie’s crib and plucking him out, lifting him and kissing him all over his cute freckle covered face, and the infant began giggling maniacally.

While Freya greeted Charlie, Sofia turned to Kandomere.

“Hey Mr.” she started, and Kandomere turned to her with raised eyebrows, as if to say ‘I’m listening’. “What does the Pink Panther say when he kills a bug?” Kandomere’s brows furrowed, not sure if this was a joke or a quiz. He had never seen the cartoon, so he wouldn’t know if it was a reference to something in the show…

“Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant dead ant dead ant dead ant dead annnnnnnt!” Sofia giggled as she sang it to the Pink Panther theme song, and Kandomere chuckled a bit, admitting to himself that the joke was a cute one, if a little corny.

As Sofia nodded to herself in accomplishment, Freya came back over to the pair with Charlie in her arms. Sofia turned to Freya with a large grin.

“Aunty did you hear my joke?!” she asked, and Freya giggled.

“As a matter of fact I did! You should do stand up more often!” she teased, bumping her hip to Sofia’s side, causing the girl to giggle.

“Can I play on the PlayStation?” said girl asked, and Freya sighed, nodding.

“You have half an hour,” she said, and Sofia nodded, giving her a quick hug.

“Thank you!” she squealed, running over to the TV to turn it on and boot up the PS4.

Soon the young girl was absorbed in her game, oblivious to the world around her, and Freya and Kandomere were sitting on the couch. Kandomere was content just watching Freya interact with Charlie, smiling softly as Charlie babbled nonsense to her, Freya nodding along as if they were having a conversation.

“Interesting, Sir Charles, tell me more!” she giggled, and Charlie mimicked the action before tugging on her hair with a happy squeal. “Oh I’m so glad you like the new color!”

Kandomere’s thoughts began to drift, trying to imagine what their children would look like if they were to have any. As he tried to imagine, he realized that he didn’t actually know what Freya’s natural hair color was. Filing that away for later, he brought his attention back to the room around him.

Sofia was between rounds, so she turned to face Kandomere, giving him a serious look and Kandomere was unsure if he should be concerned about it or not.

“So are you my uncle now?” she asked suddenly, and quite bluntly. Kandomere blinked comically for a second as Freya started coughing, having choked on her own spit. Kandomere patted her back as he turned to face Sofia.

“If you want,” he smiled, and Sofia nodded.

“Grab a controller,” she demanded, and Kandomere only hesitated for a second before going to sit on the floor next to Sofia.

“What are we playing?” he asked, and Sofia began to explain the game as Freya beamed seeing her mate interact with her (pseudo)niece.

“So this is called Injustice, it’s DC, not as good as Marvel but the game’s still fun...” as Sofia explained Freya got up with Charlie to get him a bubba from the kitchen.

“You’re all mine now! Mwahahahaha!” Freya giggled diabolically at Charlie, who squealed and reached his hands out for Freya’s face. Freya obliged, lifting him closer so his hands could explore her face as she picked up the bubba and walked back to the couch, plopping down and feeding him as Sofia laughed at Kandomere, absolutely annihilating the elf, who had chosen to play Superman, while Sofia chose Green Arrow. Freya chuckled a bit, shaking her head. Sofia had roped her in to playing before, and had explained how even though Superman is the most powerful, he’s the hardest character to play.

“Oh you poor soul,” she commented after Kandomere lost all three battles, and said elf glared a bit, standing and plopping down next to Freya. Sofia turned to go back to the game, but Freya tutted. “It’s been half an hour, Sof,” she chided, and Sofia groaned as she closed out of the game. “Come on, off!” Freya prompted, but Sofia gave her puppy dog eyes.

“Can we watch Mulan?” she pleaded, and Freya sighed.

“I would’ve said yes to that anyways,” she slumped her head back as Charlie snuggled against her chest for another power nap. “You didn’t need to pull the puppy eyes on me,” she complained, and Sofia shrugged, climbing up on the couch and looking pointedly at Freya’s lap. Freya sighed again, turning to Kandomere. “Do you mind holding Charlie?” she asked, and Kandomere shook his head, taking the infant from Freya and laying him gently on his chest. Sofia quickly placed herself on Freya’s lap and pulled up Netflix, picking  Mulan and hitting play.

When they got to Mushu waking up, Charlie began to stir, however before Freya could take him, Kandomere had begun to talk to him gently in Ovusi.

“ Hey, do you want to watch Mulan with us? ” he asked, and Charlie giggled, not understanding a word that had just left the elf’s mouth, meanwhile Freya was melting at the softness Kandomere was displaying. Kandomere turned Charlie around so he had a view of the TV, the infant immediately squealing in glee when he saw Mushu and Cricky. Freya giggled a bit and relaxed into the couch, cuddling Sofia closer to her chest.

“Auntry Freya?” Sofia mumbled, and Freya hummed in response, looking down at the small girl. “When are we gonna have another girls day?” she asked, and Kandomere’s ears perked up.

“As soon as I fix up the motorcycle,” Freya responded, and Kandomere had to restrain himself from gasping and bothering Charlie. He gently turned his head to look at Freya.

“Motorcycle?” he asked, and Freya giggled softly.

“Oh? I haven’t told you about Lucifer?” she seemed as surprised as Kandomere was that she hadn’t told him about her motorcycle. Freya awkwardly fished her phone out from where it had fallen between the cushions, pulling up her pictures app and finding the picture she wanted, tilting the phone to face Kandomere.

Kandomere’s brows rose nearly to his hairline, looking at the dark red Harley Davidson Roadking motorcycle on the screen.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” she beamed, and Kandomere nodded, leaning in carefully as not to disturb Charlie, and whispering in Freya’s ear.

“He is, and I bet you would look so sexy riding him,” he murmured, kissing her neck just below her ear, and Freya gasped, blushing softly.

“Hush,” she mumbled, her blush intensifying. Kandomere leaned over further to give her a peck on the lips, smirking, but before Freya could reciprocate there was a gagging noise.

“Ew!” Sofia squealed, and Kandomere jerked back a little too quickly, causing Charlie to start babbling. His attention was quickly turned to the infant, whispering to him again in Ovusi as Sofia turned on Freya’s lap to look her in the eye. “Kissing is gross ,” she said bluntly, and Freya laughed.

“Yeah?” she asked, and Sofia nodded. “Well then you never have to do it,” she giggled, booping Sofia before turning her back around to watch the rest of the movie.

As the credits rolled, Sofia was sound asleep on Freya’s chest, and Freya was astonished at Kandomere’s ability to not flinch at the stench coming from Charlie’s diaper. Freya nudged Sofia a bit.

“Hey,” Freya whispered, and Sofia stirred, frowning up at her.

“Huh?” she mumbled, and Freya stood up, taking Sofia with her and plopping the young girl on her feet.

“I need to go change Charlie,” Freya smiled softly, pecking Sofia on the forehead, and said girl nodded sleepily, climbing on the couch and sitting back down next to Kandomere, snuggling onto his chest once Freya lifted Charlie off of it to bring him over to the changing table on the other side of the kitchen.

“Uncle Kandy?” Sofia got his attention, and the elf coughed lightly, surprised at both the title of ‘uncle’ and the nickname. Covering up his surprise, he responded with a soft smile down at her.

“Yes chiquita?” he asked, clearing his throat a bit.

“Am I gonna have any cousins?” she asked, and it took Kandomere a minute to understand what she was asking, his eyes widening once he comprehended what she meant.

“That is all up to Freya,” he said, unwilling to give her a yes or no answer. While it would be wonderful to have children with Freya at some point, he wasn’t sure if A) Freya wanted kids, and B) they would have children in Sofia’s lifetime. 

Sofia nodded, quickly asking another question. “How did you meet? My dad and mom met when she punched him in a bar,” she said, and Kandomere let out a one syllable gasping laugh at the image.

“We met at my mother’s house, I was there for a visit and Freya made me tea, then forgot her muffin tray when she left, so I went to her apartment and dropped it off there,” he explained, and Sofia asked when that was. “Thursday,” he replied, and Sofia sat up quickly, counting on her hands.

“That was 5 days ago!” she exclaimed, and Kandomere nodded.

“Yes, elves are a little different than humans,” he said. “We have mates, and so we fall in love a lot quicker,” he told her, and Sofia tilted her head, yawning.

“Elves are weird,” she said through her yawn, and Kandomere chuckled.

“That we are,” he agreed, helping her stand up. “Now go get ready for bed,” he told her, and Sofia nodded and began to stumble her way to the staircase. Before she took the first step up, however, she turned back to Kandomere.

“Will you and Freya tuck me in?” she asked, and Kandomere nodded.

“Of course,” he said, and Sofia made her way to her room. Kandomere breathed deeply, turning off the TV and looking around for his mate. When he didn’t see her downstairs, he carefully climbed up the stairs, cautious of making too much noise for fear of waking Charlie. Peaking into doorways, the second room he looked into held a nursery, and in the nursery Freya was gently placing Charlie in his crib next to an unused baby monitor. Apparently Charlie was at the age where he was finally sleeping the whole night.

Freya tucked the soft baby blanket up to his chin, and leaned down to peck his forehead. Kandomere let out a soft chuckle as she had to stand on her toes to reach into the crib.

Freya whipped around at the chuckle, relaxing when she saw Kandomere smirking at her in the doorway. She walked up to him, kissing him on the lips lightly, but lightly soon turned to passionately. Kandomere hummed quietly against her lips as he leaned back against the doorframe, and Freya sighed softly in response, pulling back so that her arms were around her mate’s shoulders.

“You’re amazing with kids,” she sighed, and Kandomere chuckled.

“You sound so surprised,” he murmured to her, smiling brightly. Freya giggled and burrowed her face into his neck, testing Kandomere’s self restraint.

“You’ve officially killed my ovaries,” she mumbled, and Kandomere laughed quickly before muffling his laughter in Freya’s hair.

“Come on,” he pushed off against the doorway, and Freya pouted a bit. “I told Sofia that we’d tuck her in,” he said, and Freya nodded, gently grasping his hand and pulling him to Sofia’s room.

They walked in to find Sofia already on her bed, trying to pretend she wasn’t just staring at the door. They both pecked her on the forehead and gave her a tight hug before going back out the door.

“Night Sofia,” Freya bade her, and Sofia mumbled back.

“Night Aunty Freya, night Uncle Kandy,”. Thankfully Freya waited until the door was shut and they were halfway down the stairs to start giggling maniacally.

“Uncle Kandy?” she giggled some more.

“Shut up,” Kandomere mumbled, and Freya pecked him on the cheek.

“It’s cute!” she beamed at him, and Kandomere rolled his eyes. 

Once they were in the living room, Freya almost collapsed on the couch, sighing, “Ahhh, sleep,” and she let out an indignant noise as Kandomere lifted her back up.

Kandomere laid down on the couch, Freya on his chest completely, there being no room on the couch for them to both be on it side-by-side. Freya grumbled, snuggling into his chest.

“Set an alarm,” Kandomere hummed in acknowledgement, typing quickly on his phone before relaxing into the couch with a wide smile on his face. Freya’s even breathing showed she was already asleep, and Kandomere just laid awake in elf heaven for a couple minutes, his mate on his chest and having been accepted further into her makeshift family.

Soon they were both asleep.

Chapter Text

Kandomere’s eyes opened at the sound of the door opening, and he squinted to see through the dark. The hunched silhouette of Daryl shuffled toward the stairs, muttering about a medical bill.

“$25,000 for a hip surgery, what’s the fucking insurance for, then?” he grumbled, pausing when he saw Kandomere’s bright eyes staring at him. He stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding his head upwards.

“Sup.” he greeted, beginning to move towards the stairs before pausing again, looking over his shoulder. “Oh and she knows about the whole… bright bullshit, if you wanna talk to her about magic or… something…”. He veered off to the counter and quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper, tossing $50 on the counter with it and quietly creeping up the stairs without another word.

Freya shifted, mumbling. “Huh?”. Kandomere kissed her forehead, shushing her.

“Nothing, querida, go back to sleep,” he muttered, and Freya sighed, snuggling back into his chest.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” she whispered, almost immediately falling back asleep.

The next time the mates awoke was to Kandomere’s alarm going off, the sound some random pre-installed audiobit that nobody really thought twice about. Freya’s head rose slightly, sighing and pushing herself up and off the couch. She stumbled, being not quite awake enough to have her normal coordination (which in itself was kind of limited-not counting martial arts). Kandomere’s hands shot out to steady her at her waist, surprisingly alert for having just woken up, and once he was certain Freya was steady, his hands released her. Freya muttered a quick ‘thanks’ as she stumbled over to the kitchen to turn the kettle on for some tea.

Daryl hadn’t even had a tea kettle until her first girls day with Sofia, where the young girl had been introduced to the wonders of tea and demanded they get a kettle for boiling water.

“Tea?” Freya called from the kitchen. “Or coffee?” she asked, and Kandomere came into the kitchen combing his fingers through his hair.

“Coffee would be lovely,” he smiled, giving her a quick peck on the lips before moving to the counter and inspecting the note Daryl had left.

Thanks for the help Freya

Sorry it was last minute

My mom is fine, it was a pretty low risk surgery, and I know you’re going to ask: it’s fine that the elf is here, I just don’t want anything to do with magical shit

-D

Kandomere walked over to where Freya was sifting through a cabinet looking for tea and tapped her shoulder, handing her the note and $50. Freya quickly read the note, then rolled her eyes, throwing the $50 back on the table.

“He keeps trying to pay me for babysitting,” she explained, seeing Kandomere’s puzzled furrow of his brow. “I have enough money, and a backdoor into my ex-parents’ bank account, I don’t need to get paid to babysit them,” she told him, then tensed. “I just told you, an FBI agent, out loud, that I still use my ex-parents’ bank account illegally,” she mumbled. Kandomere laughed and kissed her temple.

“Good thing that that isn’t my division, then,” he smirked slightly. “But yes, it is not a good idea to tell a federal agent that you’re stealing money from your ex-parents,” his smirk widened at the red tint that had creeped from Freya’s face to her ears.

Just then, they heard some thuds coming down the stairs, and looked up to see Daryl stumbling down the stairs, rubbing his eyes.

“Coffee,” he grumbled, taking the mug that Freya handed him with a quiet “thanks”. His turned his head, once his eyes were actually open, and saw the $50 still on the table. “Ugh,” he groaned, turning to Freya with the bill in his hand. “Just take the goddamn money Freya,” he demanded, and Freya rolled her eyes.

“You know, you could use the $50 to pay that guy who gets rid of the fairies!” she groaned, and Daryl’s eyes shifted away from her.

“What? Psh… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled, but Freya just glared at him.

“Sherri is going to realize eventually that the fairies are getting at your bird feeder… again ,” she said, a threatening undertone to her voice. Kandomere chose this moment to pipe up.

“You have a fairy problem?” he asked, and Daryl and Freya both turned to him.

“Uh… yeah,” Daryl said, eyes narrowing a bit. “Do you know how to get rid of those fuckers?” he asked, and Kandomere nodded, to his surprise. Both men barely registered Freya’s soft utterance of ‘ language ’ as Sofia walked down the stairs.

“Mix in some hot pepper with the bird seed,” he said, to which Daryl raised his eyebrows. “The fairies hate spice, but birds don’t notice it,” he explained, and Daryl nodded.

“Thanks,” he said, seeing Sofia and giving her a quick hug good morning.

“Good morning Auntie Freya!” she giggled, giving Freya a tight hug before moving to hug Kandomere, not noticing Daryl’s tensing. “Uncle Kandy,” she greeted, and Daryl literally choked on his coffee, Freya patting him awkwardly on the back.

“Kandy?” Daryl stuttered through his laughter, which Kandomere’s icy glare immediately silenced.

“Only your daughter and son are allowed to use that name, you call me that and I will make your life a living hell,” he threatened softly, Daryl quickly responding with his hands in the air.

“Fuck dude, alright,” he muttered, Sofia glaring up at him.

“Language, Freya says swearing in front of children is rude,” she admonished, Daryl sighing and rolling his eyes softly.

“Thank you sweetie, now go get ready for school,” he mumbled, pushing her softly back towards the stairs.

As Sofia walked up the stairs Freya trailed after her, turning to go get the stirring Charlie from his crib.

“Good morning, Sir Charles!” she giggled, lifting him up and smothering his cheeks with kisses. The baby giggled, his face scrunching up as Freya placed a final kiss on his nose. After changing him, Freya came downstairs with Charlie in her arms and Sofia trailing right behind her.

“Sofia, hop in the car sweetie, I’ll be out in a sec,” Daryl said, giving her a peck on the crown of her head before turning to Freya. “Do you mind watching Charlie today?” he sighed, and Freya nodded.

“Not at all! I’ll take any time I can get with this kid!” she squealed, squeezing Charlie a little tighter to her chest for a second, causing Kandomere’s chest to get a little tight watching her, his heart swelling with admiration for his mate. Daryl gave Freya a kiss on the cheek as he ran out the door.

“Thanks! I owe you dinner!” he shouted over his shoulder.

“I’ll settle for ice cream!” Freya shouted right back, giggling as Daryl sped out of the driveway in the direction of Sofia’s school. The human turned to her mate, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Can you give me a ride back to my place?” she asked, and he nodded.

“Of course, querida,” he confirmed, awkwardly maneuvering so he could give Freya a proper kiss without crushing Charlie between them. The infant burst into a fit of giggles, Freya quickly pulling away before the spit bubble could get on Kandomere’s shirt.

“Let’s go grab your stuff, huh?” she (rhetorically) asked the baby, going up the stairs to his nursery to grab his diaper bag and some other things. Kandomere followed with a fond smile on his face as Freya got ready to go, somehow managing to hold the baby and diaper bag while running her fingers through her hair quickly.

Of course, that didn’t go on for long, Kandomere quickly coming to her aid and snatching the diaper bag.

“I’ll bring this to the car,” he smiled at her and she beamed right back at him.

“Thank you!”

Soon the couple and baby were in the car on the road. Since Kandomere’s car was, obviously, not equipped for a baby, Charlie had to sit on Freya’s lap, the human holding him tightly to her chest. Once they turned off Daryl’s street Kandomere leaned over to switch the radio on, some Pink Floyd coming through the speakers. As the cash register clinged and the bassline started Charlie started squirming with a smile on his face.

Charlie tried to turn his head to look at Freya, and she ended up turning him in her lap so he could look at her as he babbled along to Money .

“Do you recognize this one?” she asked him, having played many albums for him over her numerous times babysitting for Daryl. Charlie’s babbling crescendoed and he let out a squeal. “I’m so proud of you! Liking Pink Floyd! What a good taste in music you have!” she fawned over him, and Kandomere smirked, sparing a glance at his mate. The elf’s smirk turned into a full on smile seeing the smiles on both humans’ faces. Would our kid’s ears be pointed or round? He wondered, not that he would particularly care, he was more trying to picture what their children would look like should they have any. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned his attention back to the road.

Soon they were at The Floral Sprite and the sprites were rushing from the greenhouse to gush over Charlie. Freya giggled and set him down on one of her work tables, letting the sprites ‘awe’ at him as Kandomere gaped, wondering what exactly was going on. Freya strolled back over to him, filling him in quickly.

“Sprites adore babies,” she explained, gesturing to the work table, where some of the sprites had began to relentlessly tickle Charlie.

“Ah,” he muttered lowly, tensing as the sprites all froze and looked towards him, not liking the looks they were giving him.

“You need to come with us,” Tillie demanded, her and a couple others grabbing onto Kandomere and beginning to drag him towards the greenhouse.

“Guys-” Freya began to protest, but Kandomere cut her off.

“It’s fine, querida,” he assured, but Freya pouted, unconvinced.

“Don’t you have work?” she asked, and Kandomere shook his head.

“I’m only on call today, I have no active cases at the moment,” he explained, allowing the sprites to pull him into the greenhouse and begin their interrogation.

“Look,” Tillie said, crossing her arms and fluttering up so she was face to face with Kandomere, or, making eye contact at least, with her body being about the size of his face… “We know you’re mates and all, but as per the girl code-” many of the sprites began to giggle, some of them rolling their eyes. “We do need to tell you, if you hurt her in any way, we will take out a hit on you,” she threatened, Kandomere’s eyes widened a bit.

“A hit?” he asked. “As in a mob hit?” Tillie nodded.

“We have our connections…” she answered vaguely, shooing the elf away as the sprites began to tend to some flowers. Kandomere shrugged, realizing that the somewhat awkward encounter was over, and walked back out into the main store. Upon going through the door, however, the elf paused, trying to process what he was seeing.

Freya was squatting at the end of a table with her phone perpendicular to said table. On the table was a huge flower pot holding Charlie, who had a small flower tucked behind his ear as his head poked out the top of the flower pot. After Freya snapped a picture, Kandomere cleared his throat.

“What are you doing?” he asked, and Freya turned to him, smiling shyly.

“It’s for the website…” she said softly, lifting Charlie out of the flower pot and holding him to her hip. “And yes I have Daryl’s permission,” she said quickly, though the specification was unnecessary. Kandomere smiled and shook his head a bit. 

“Okay,” he said. “What are you doing today?” he asked, and Freya shrugged.

“I’m just manning the store most of the day, I have a couple bouquets I need to put together and I need to get some roses for the single display…” she trailed off, getting lost in her head running through what she had to do for the store.

“Can I help with anything?” Kandomere asked, and Freya looked up at him with a perplexed look.

“Are you sure?” she asked, and Kandomere nodded.

“Of course, what do you need help with?” he asked again, and Freya looked around.

“I guess I could use some help just setting up displays around the store…” she mumbled, gesturing vaguely to the various shelves she had set up. Kandomere nodded, going to do just that.

Soon customers were coming in and out of the store and Kandomere’s clothes were completely covered in dirt. He didn’t seem to notice, but Freya definitely did, awkwardly shifting.

“I could’ve given you an apron,” she muttered as there was a lull in customers at the register, but Kandomere shook his head.

“It’s fine, mi amor,” he assured her, pecking her forehead before scooping Charlie up and checking to make sure he didn’t need a change. Freya’s heart throbbed just seeing Kandomere so casually and seamlessly fitting into her life. Just then a customer came to the register, gently placing a hanging plant on the counter.

“Your son is adorable,” she smiled at them, Kandomere and Freya awkwardly glancing at each other and then Charlie. 

“A-actually we’re just babysitting him,” Freya blushed, ringing the woman up and collecting the cash, going into the register to make change.

“Oh,” the woman went on, completely unphased by the discovery. “Well I’m sure you two would have the most adorable children,” she laughed lightheartedly, taking her chage and plant and leaving the store, leaving a blushing Freya and a smirking Kandomere.

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As the activity wound down at The Floral Sprite , Charlie began to get fussy. While all day Charlie had cried once, because a customer dropped a flower pot that shattered, almost right after Freya closed up shop, he began to cry once again. After Freya locked the door and the trio were moving towards the door to the other two floors of the building, she snatched Charlie from Kandomere’s arms, where the infant had been content for the better part of 2 hours.

“What’s your matter, Charlie?” she asked in a silly voice, raising him to check his diaper. She sighed as the boy continued to cry. “You want a nap?” she asked, and Charlie’s cries began to quiet to soft grumbles. “Yeah,” she sighed, turning to Kandomere.

“I’m gonna put him down for a nap, if you wanna head out,” she said, causing Kandomere to nod reluctantly.

“Sure thing, querida,” he agreed, giving her a sound kiss on the lips after Freya shifted Charlie so he was against her hip. “Te amo, querida,” he mumbled against her lips as they pulled away from each other. The couple spent a moment just basking in each other’s presence with their foreheads pressed together before pulling away at Charlie’s agitated shifting.

“Te amo también,” Freya responded before opening her door. Seeing Kandomere’s face light up, she was quick to cut off his train of thought. “I know very limited Spanish, so no conversations until you teach me some more,” she smiled at him and closed the door, walking up the stairs as Kandomere’s laughter was heard through the door.

“Now let’s get you comfy,” she mumbled to Charlie, walking through her apartment to the spacious second bedroom. The bedroom acted as Sam, Mikey, and Jamie’s room when they were over, with a twin bed up against one wall and a queen against another. Each bed had a nightstand next to it and between the nightstands, with a little room on each side, was a crib which Freya had first set up for Sam, then for Sofia when she was born, but now the crib was used for Charlie when she babysat him.

Freya tucked Charlie into the crib with his alpaca stuffed animal that she kept in the crib, giving him a kiss on the forehead before laying down on the twin bed with a sigh, deciding to take a quick nap before Daryl came to pick Charlie up.

A little later, Charlie was back home with Daryl after he’d been picked up, and Freya was relaxing on her bed, debating on who she should call to gush to…

Scrolling through her contact list, she clicked her cousin Emil’s name and shot a text.

Today, 6:02 pm

***-***-**** : Can you call?

She leaned back and sank into her cushions, closing her eyes with a smile as she reflected on the day, Charlie had actually grumbled a couple times when Kandomere had handed him to her. Freya had been caught by surprise each time, but the fact that Charlie was already so attached to Kandomere made her chest warm.

Soon her phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime call from Emil, and Freya smiled as she picked up.

“What’s good, Freya?” Emil asked, smiling lightly as he blew a stray tuft of hair out of his eyes.

“Buckle up, buttercup, do I have some tea for you!” Freya squealed, and Emil chuckled a bit. 

¨How hot is this tea?” he asked.

“Piping,” Freya deadpanned, and Emil nodded, settling into his seat.

“Alright spill the tea,” he chuckled some more, and Freya quickly blurted.

“I HAVE A MATE!” she squealed, and Emil froze, his eyes darkening a bit.

“Yeah? What’s his name?” he asked, pulling out his laptop. Emil lead a team in Boston for the NSA, and as such had a big database at his disposal… not that he ever used it for personal reasons ;). Freya rolled her eyes.

“You are not looking him up to find dirt on him,” she warned, and Emil sighed. 

“Fine, then I guess I’m getting a flight to LA,” he grumbled, opening a tab and finding the cheapest and soonest flight out.

“Wait what?!” Freya almost fell out of bed at that.

“Yep, gotta meet this elf of yours,” he laughed, and Freya glared. “Make sure he knows to treat you like a fuckin’ goddess,” he said, and Freya groaned.

“That’s it, I’m done, talk to you later,” she hung up, face burning, and could almost hear the maniacal laughter coming from Emil. Of course, she knew that he was somewhat overprotective, but seeing as she hadn’t actually introduced him to a partner before, she had no idea that he’d decide he needed to take the 8 hour flight to LA.

Tabling that issue for now, Freya got up and looked around, noticing the time: 7 o’clock. Dinner sounded good right about now, and Freya wandered into the kitchen, getting what she needed to make a grilled cheese.

After Freya set the butter down on the counter, she got another incoming call. Half expecting it to be Emil, Freya picked it up with a glare, that softened when she saw Grumpy Orc Dad for the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hey Freya, kinda last minute but can you watch Sam?” he asked, and Freya’s brows furrowed.

“Sure, why?”

“I have another date with Nick-”

“OH MY GODS YASSS SLAY GET SOME!” Freya shouted, so happy that her pushing had worked.

“- and Mikey has a shift and Jamie has a sleepover,” Dorghu pointedly ignored Freya’s commentary.

“Alright, bring him over whenever, I’ll make a second grilled cheese,” she said, and Dorghu grunted an affirmative before hanging up.

Soon Dorghu and Sam were coming through the door to Freya’s apartment, and luckily Freya turned away from the stove in time to get glomped by Sam.

“Hey bud, what’s up?” she asked, and Sam smiled.

“Nothing really, but Dad is finally going out with that guy he likes,” he beamed.

“So I heard!” Freya threw a smirk in Dorghu’s direction, said orc subtly flipping her the bird. “You can go watch whatever on Netflix for a bit while I make dinner,” she told Sam, the boy running off to the kids’ room, Dorghu and Freya soon hearing the opening theme to The Addams Family . Freya smirked lightly.

“Thank you so much, Freya,” Dorghu said, and Freya shook her head.

“No problem at all, but I do want a free drink at the bar next time I’m there,” she smirked, and Dorghu shook his head with a light laugh.

“You always drink for free, Freya,” he sniffed the air quickly, smirking as he turned around and got ready to go. “Well, I’m off, and your grilled cheese is burning,” he laughed as the door closed behind him, hearing a frantic ‘ shit! ’ as Freya ran to the stove.

Throwing out the first attempt, Freya put another grilled cheese on, crouching down to get on its level, determined not to burn this one. A couple seconds later, Sam came out into the kitchen.

“Hey what does-”

“SHHHHHH!” Freya frantically shushed him, waving her arms in his direction. “I can’t be distracted the grilled cheese will burn!” she murmured, and Sam shuffled his feet awkwardly.

“I’ll just google it or something…” he muttered, going back to the kids’ room to continue watching Addams Family. Soon, when Freya had deemed that the grilled cheese had been on one side for enough time, she flipped it, and the top piece of bread made its escape.

“Damnit…” Freya muttered, taking out her cell after dumping the second grilled cheese. Pulling up the contact labeled Elvish Helpline , she hit call, and didn’t have to wait two rings for the phone to be picked up.

“Freya dear! How are you?” Adalira asked, and Freya groaned.

“How does one make grilled cheese?” she asked, and was promptly met with Adalira’s laughter. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, now can you pleeeease help me?” she grumbled, and Adalira’s laughing eventually calmed down enough for her to respond.

“I’ll be right down to help, darling,” she said, and Freya sighed in relief.

“Thanks mum,” she hung up and turned to the stove, glaring at it with all her worth.

Meanwhile, Kandomere was driving back to his apartment, not really in any rush, and a couple blocks away from his building, he realized that there was actually on street parking near a bookstore he had been meaning to check out. Signaling and pulling over, Kandomere locked his car and went into the bookshop. As Kandomere walked in, a small smile overtook his face, a small bell ringing over his head as the door opened and closed. Kandomere looked around and had absolutely no idea where he would start, with so many rows and not a lot of labeling, but he did a double take upon seeing an older human man at the register. The man laughed, seeing Kandomere’s stunned expression.

“I know that look, but it took a lot of hard work to afford a shop in elf town and I’ve gotten used to the stares,” he laughed, and Kandomere smiled lightheartedly.

“Congratulations to you, then,” the man nodded in gratitude. “Can you help me find something?” he asked, and the man nodded again.

“What’re you looking for?” he asked.

“What would you get a woman who owns a flower shop?” Kandomere leaned towards the man, and his eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Now that, I was not expecting,” he exclaimed. “Why would you ask that?”

“My mate owns a flower shop,” he explained in a deapan, and the bookshop owner laughed once again.

“Once again, I wasn’t expecting that,” he turned and walked around the store, humming occasionally and soon he returned with three books under his arms. “These should do nicely,” he beamed at Kandomere, who gave him a grateful smile back, pulling out his wallet and paying for the books.

“Thank you,” he said on the way out, and proceeded to get into his car. Almost immediately the bluetooth of his car alerted him to a call from his mother. With a furrow of his brow, he hit answer.

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“Kandomere!” Adalira’s voice came through the speakers of Kandomere’s car, and he flinched as he turned down the volume.
“Yes mamá?” he asked, brows furrowed.
“Freya has a problem down at her apartment, and I would go down and help but I have a meeting with the CEO of Alta about a potential merger and I just can’t make it there,” she rushed out, and Kandomere’s gaze narrowed as his heart beat picked up. Worried, he didn’t think to ask what the problem was.
“I’m on it,” he said, hanging up and taking advantage of his plate that was basically a free pass to speed, flicking the lights on but leaving the siren off.
Soon Kandomere was bursting into Freya’s apartment and looking around frantically, however he was puzzled to see nothing looked wrong really. Hearing something from around a corner, his hand went to his belt in preparation for something… unsure what exactly to expect.
Freya came around the corner with a relieved smile on her face. “Oh Adalira, thank go-” she paused when she saw Kandomere and his worried expression. “Kandomere? What’re you doing?”
“You’re not in trouble?” he asked, and Freya rolled her eyes.
“I asked your mother how to make a simple dinner for Sam…” she muttered, crossing her arms with a pout, and Kandomere was unsure whether to scowl or burst out laughing, so he just stood there frozen. Freya’s pouting intensified, and Kandomere snapped out of his frozen state.
“Oh querida…”
“No! None of that! I promised Sam a grilled cheese and your mother duped you into it so guess who’s making a grilled cheese?!” she glared, taking the (now cool) frying pan and shoving it into his hand with a spatula shoved into the other. Kandomere rolled his eyes, sauntering over to the fridge and looking through it.
“I’ll do you one better,” he said, turning with a smirk and setting the spatula down on the counter. Freya rose a brow and Kandomere pulled the steak cuts she had gotten a couple days earlier that she was planning on trying to make at some point. Freya smiled, running over to him and giving him a quick hug and peck.
“I love you,” she giggled, and Kandomere pecked her forehead.
“I love you too,” he smirked, turning to the counter and rifling around for some stuff he’d need. Freya stood on her tiptoes to rest her chin on his shoulder, but Kandomere shooed her away. “Let me work,” he muttered, and Freya gave him a fake hurt look as she walked away, jumping when Kandomere’s hand slapped her ass on her way to Sam’s room. She snapped her head to look at him and rolled her eyes when he gave her an ‘innocent’ look back. With a final withering glare Freya left to go see what Sam was up to.
A little later, Sam, Freya, and Kandomere were sat around her dinner table, eating the best. damn. steak. that Freya and Sam had ever tasted. As they were finishing up, Sam turned to Kandomere.
“Why does Freya smell so much like you?” he asked, and Freya and Kandomere exchanged glances.
“Uh…” Kandomere didn’t really want to explain scenting to an 8-year-old, but luckily Freya cut in.
“When elves find their mate, they want everyone to know that this person is their mate, so they make sure their mate smells like them,” she explained, and Sam nodded as Kandomere mouthed a ‘thank you’ at Freya.
“Okay mom,” Kandomere choked on his own spit, whipping his head over to shoot a very confused look at Freya. Said human giggled, explaining.
“Sam never really knew his birth mom, so I’m kind of his maternal figure,”
“Ah.” he muttered, nodding.
“May I be excused?” Sam asked, and Freya leaned over to see his plate had been virtually licked clean.
“Sure hun, wash your hands though,” she said, and Sam nodded, rushing back to his room.
Soon Freya and Kandomere were relaxing on the couch in the living room, Freya resting on Kandomere’s chest.
“How’re you doing?” Kandomere suddenly asked, and Freya lifted her head up to shoot him a puzzled look.
“What do you mean?” she asked, and Kandomere huffed.
“I mean, I know our relationship is going a lot faster than a normal human one would…” he trailed off, giving her a light nudge. Freya just laughed him off.
“I was raised by elves, remember?” she giggled, and Kandomere nodded. “This all actually seems pretty normal to me… ya know, except for the fact that I never expected to be an elf’s mate…” she trailed off, and Kandomere pecked her forehead softly.
“Lucky me, then,” he mumbled, and Freya huffed out a soft laugh, turning her head slightly to give him a kiss on the lips.
“You really are okay with this?” she asked, and Kandomere rose an eyebrow in confusion.
“What?”
“You know, having a human mate?” she asked, and Kandomere rolled his eyes.
“Honestly, querida, I could give two shits whether you have pointy or round ears,” he said. “I love you, and exclusively you,” he murmured, shifting a maneuvering Freya around so she was sitting on his lap facing him. He was rewarded with a beautifully bright smile from his mate, and a series of kisses lead to him leaning back against the couch, but the kisses were broken when Freya startled off his lap, turning quickly to see a giggling Sam dart out of sight. Kandomere was still reeling from the loss of Freya on his lap, and had no clue what happened until he looked down and saw a nerf dart on the floor by his feet.
Kandomere jumped when a nerf shotgun was shoved into his hand, with Freya darting away holding a tiny nerf pistol of her own. The elf laughed at her… until he got a nerf bullet to the forehead. His eyes narrowed, looking around before darting behind the couch. As they crawled around the apartment, occasionally firing shots when they spotted one of the others. When they came across stray bullets on the floor they’d Soon Kandomere had been tackled by Sam, and the two made a silent pact to team up and take down Freya.
As Freya fell to a rain of foam bullets, she glared at the two males with a shout of “BETRAYALLLL!”. Kandomere and Sam laughed at her as she hit the ground with a soft ‘oof’, at least until she sat up pointing a finger at Sam.
“Well then, little turncoat, it’s bedtime,” she shot him a stern look as Sam’s shoulders drooped. “Go on, brush your teeth, put on PJs, all that jazz,”.
After Sam was tucked in bed, Freya was going into her own bedroom with Kandomere trailing behind her.
“May I stay with you tonight?” he asked, and Freya tilted her head as if in deep thought.
“I don’t know…. You know I thought you’d have my back in the nerf war,” she said with a glare, and Kandomere shot her a pout back. “No! None of that looking pitiful you frickin Benedict Arnold!” she whined, turning and pulling out some sweats and a tanktop from her bureau.
As Freya pulled her shirt off to change, she jumped when Kandomere hugged her from behind, planting kisses at the bases of neck. “Please?” he murmured, and Freya sighed.
“I guess…” she huffed, tilting her head back as Kandomere moved to kiss and suckle at the side of her neck, working up to the juncture of her jaw right under her ear. Freya let out a little hum of pleasure, turning quickly to give Kandomere a sloppy kiss on the lips, throwing her arms around his neck.
“Thank you, mi amor,” he said with a smile, pulling out the duffle bag he had left to pull out a pair of his own sweatpants.
Soon Freya was sleeping soundly tucked against her mate’s chest.

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Freya woke up to her ringtone going off on her bedside table. She groaned, rolling over and stretching to reach her phone, and once she finally grabbed it, she held it up to her ear with an exhausted “Yeah?”. Dorghu’s voice came through the speakers, seeming gruff and a little rushed.

“Freya, just a reminder to get Sam to school,” and with that he hung up again. Freya blinked, putting her phone down gently.

“Good morning to you too,” she mumbled, sitting up and swinging her legs over to get up and stumble over to Sam’s room. “Wakey wakey little gremlin! Time for school!” she shouted into his room before going back to her bedroom to get dressed. As she bounced into her pants, Kandomere turned over to look at her, finally joining the land of the living.

“Morning!” Freya greeted, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before rifling through her drawers for a shirt. Kandomere just hummed, admiring the view. “Oh!” Freya gasped, as if remembering something, and she bounded back to Kandomere to give him a far more sound kiss. “Can you pretty pretty please make breakfast?” she asked when they pulled away, and Kandomere huffed out a quick laugh.

“I would have anyway, querida, no need to bribe me with kisses,” he grumbled, getting up and tugging on a t-shirt from his duffle bag. As he shuffled to the kitchen to see if Freya had the ingredients for pancakes, Freya went over to check on Sam.

“Sammy, you up?” she called through the door, and jumped when said door opened almost immediately with a fully dressed Sam and his backpack waiting right behind it.

“Mm… mom! I’m not little anymore! Do you have to call me Sammy?” he grumbled, and Freya laughed, giving him a kiss to the top of his head.

“As a matter of fact, yes, I am required by the law of the land to still call you Sammy,” she giggled, and Sam tried to remain serious, but Freya could see the little smile. “We still have a bit before we gotta get you to the bus stop, don’t be so chipper so early in the morning, silly!” she giggled some more, and Sam laughed right back.

“Actually, I was wondering if you could help me with my math? Dad almost burned my book because they ‘changed math’,” he held up his hands to put finger quotes there, and Freya nodded.

“Sounds like him,” she said, nodding to the dining room. “Let’s see what you’ve got,” Sam nodded as he and Freya sat down at the dining room table, pulling his book out. When Freya looked at his assignment, her eyes widened.

“What are they teaching you?!” she gasped. “I wasn’t doing this until at least 7th grade!” she whipped her head to look at the 3rd grader, and he grinned proudly.

“I already finished all the other work, so my teachers have been giving me work from the older kids’ class,” he explained, and Freya nodded with a proud smile.

“Impressive,” she muttered, giving him a brief side hug before turning to his math again, beginning to explain and see what exactly he was stuck on.

Soon Kandomere was walking in with a plate stacked high with pancakes. Sam gasped at the smell and the sight, turning to Freya with a deadpan.

“Marry him,” he said, and Freya laughed.

“We practically are, being mates and all,” she explained, missing Kandomere’s beaming grin at that, and Sam shrugged.

“Good, that means I get more of these pancakes,” he said simply, and Freya beamed at him so easily accepting Kandomere’s more permanent fixture in her life. She leaned over to give Kandomere a kiss on the lips, muttering a thank you against them.

Soon the trio were walking down the street to Sam’s bus stop a couple of blocks away, Sam slightly ahead of the mates. As they turned a corner, Freya’s brows furrowed as her phone rang with a call from Emil.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked when she picked up, and Emil greeted her right back.

“Hey Freya, I’m boarding in a couple of minutes, I’ll be in LA in 8 hours, think you can pick me up?” he inquired, and Freya groaned.

“Emil, I don’t have my car right now,” she explained, and Emil didn’t miss a beat.

“Just ask your mate,” he said, and Freya shook her head, despite him not being able to see it.

“I can’t do that! He might have work or something!” she said, and Kandomere glanced over, nudging her with a look as if to ask ‘what’s going on?’. Freya put her phone to her chest, saying “My cousin is flying to LA and he’ll be here in 8 hours, he’s wondering if I can pick him up, but since I can’t he wants me to ask you,” she muttered, and Kandomere chuckled a bit.

“Of course I can pick up your cousin, querida,” he says, and Freya smiled, giving him a sound kiss.

“Thank you,” she muttered, bringing the phone back up to her ear, groaning when Emil was a smug shit.

“I told you so,” he said, like a child. Freya didn’t even grace that with a response, hanging up. They were at Sam’s bus stop anyway. Freya gave Sam a subtle peck on his cheek, not wanting to be that ‘embarrassing’ mom. Sam smiled at her briefly before going over to stand with some of the other kids in his grade. As Freya turned around, however, Kandomere’s brows furrowed seeing some human kids throwing things at Sam, wads of paper and such. He nudged Freya, gesturing his chin for her to look.

Freya gasped quietly, immediately whipping out her phone and hitting the Grumpy Orc Dad contact as they walked back to her building.

“Yo, some kids are picking on Sam at the bus stop,” she said as soon as he picked up. Dorghu grunted.

“Human? Orc?” he asked, and Freya told him.

“Human,” Dorghu hung up, quickly calling Mikey.

“We got a problem,” he said, and Mikey hummed a question. “Kids are picking on Sam,” he said, and Mikey gestured Jamie over.

“We’ll handle it dad,” he said once Jamie was filled in. Dorghu grunted before calling Freya again.

“Mikey and Jamie are handling it,” he said, and Freya nodded.

“Good,” she hung up, seeing Kandomere’s slightly concerned expression.

“Nothing illegal,” she quickly soothed. “Just some posturing and shit,” she said, and Kandomere nodded in understanding.

All that being settled, Freya’s building and the awning in front of her shop was now visible, and Freya let out a startled gasp when she was suddenly airborne, Kandomere laying her horizontal in his arms in a bridal carry.

“What the hell?!” she gasped, trying to mask her giggles. “What’s this about?” Kandomere smirked at her, the smirk quickly morphing into a dorky grin as he explained.

“Well, you said we were basically married earlier, so I figured I’d do a little human tradition to honor those adorable round ears of yours,” he said, nipping at the lobe of one of said ears. Freya could no longer contain her giggles, her laughter coming out in cute squeaking hiccups as she buried her face into her elvish mate’s neck.

There was an awkward moment when they came to the door of her building, Kandomere not having enough hands. But instead of having Freya open the door for him, Kandomere shifted her over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and opened the door himself. Freya grumbled, swatting his ass lightly.

“Your shoulder is digging into my ribs, Kandy,” she muttered, smile still not leaving her face. Kandomere chuckled a bit, maneuvering her back into the original bridal carry as he opened the door to her apartment. Freya’s eyes widened realizing he had just carried her over a block and up three flights of stairs. That strength totally did not do things to her lower regions… nope, not at all.

As Kandomere carried Freya over the threshold, he almost dropped her in surprise when a sprite came fluttering out of Freya’s bedroom and right up to his face. Luckily he managed to tighten his grip quickly, righting Freya and placing her gently on the ground.

“Janet?” Freya asked in surprise, the yellow sprite giggling maniacally.

“There’s a present in your bedroom,” she said simply between fits of giggles, zipping downstairs, the door slamming behind her. Freya and Kandomere could hear faint giggling coming from the other sprites, which was shocking as they were all down in the shop.

Freya and Kandomere exchanged glances, both with puzzled faces, before rushing to her bedroom to see what this ‘present’ was. Kandomere was in front of Freya, and once he saw it, he began to laugh, hunching over a bit, and Freya peered over his shoulder, face erupting in a blush when she saw it, wrapped in a neat bow, set innocently on her bed. 

“I’m unsure whether to thank them or spray them with pesticides,” she mumbled, and Kandomere just laughed harder.

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“How the fuck did they even get condoms?” Freya mumbled, resting her forehead on Kandomere’s shoulder with a sigh that was a mix of disbelief and gratitude. Kandomere just shrugged, grinned, and turned to grab Freya’s hands, gently, but quickly, pulling her into the bedroom.

“You know,” he murmured with a dorky half grin half smirk, pulling her against his chest. “I’ve heard there’s another human tradition after marriage…” he trailed off, raising an eyebrow at his adorable blushing human mate. A tuft of fading lavender hair fell in her eyes, and Freya giggled, letting out a huff of breath to try and blow it back out of her face. Kandomere’s grin turned to a smirk as he reached to brush it back, being just long enough to be able to tuck behind her ear. His hand stayed there, cupping her cheek as both mates unconsciously leaned forward ever so slightly to get closer to each other.

“Hmm?” Freya hummed in question, slightly nervous but also so ready. She rubbed her thighs together subtly, somehow a wetness already beginning to form between her legs. Kandomere chuckled, tilting Freya’s chin up to get access to her lips, smashing their mouths together in a fiery kiss. 

You know how kissing almost has a foreplay? You start with gentle pecks, slowly opening mouths, and then you get to the sloppy, tongue in mouth, teeth clashing passion. Yeah, there was absolutely none of this kissing foreplay tonight. Both elf and human were far too impatient, the 7 ish days of sexual tension feeling more like 7 ish years. Kandomere nipped lightly at Freya’s lips with his sharp teeth, reveling in her gasps as he molded his lips against hers. Soft mewls of pleasure left Freya’s throat at the stinging in her lips and Kandomere’s body pressed tightly to hers. Freya whimpered as he pulled back slightly, only relaxing when she saw he had begun tugging his shirt open, fingers only getting one or two buttons before the rest were popped off through the frustrated yanking on his sleeves in his haste to get more skin on skin contact with his mate.

The remaining amount of blood that hadn’t already been going down to his cock quickly traveled downward as well at that thought. Kandomere kept repeating it in his mind, she was his mate. His Freya. Kandomere angled his head back down to soundly kiss said mate again, and she eagerly responded, melting into him and making him painfully aware of her large breasts pushing against his now bare chest. She was tugging on his belt loops, wanting his pants off yet unwilling to stop kissing him. Kandomere pulled away ever so slightly to pull off her shirt, both of the mates rushing to the bed and shuffling out of their pants and underwear along the way.

Kandomere was quick in tearing open the box of condoms, quickly grabbing a packet while Freya was unhooking her bra. Unable to keep their hands to themselves, Freya crawled over to start kissing along Kandomere’s neck, sucking on his collarbone and nipping lightly at the edge of his jawline. Kandomere grunted in a mix of pleasure and impatience, hands wanting to reach out and touch Freya, but they were preoccupied tugging at the packet. Freya continued suckling at his neck as he groaned, before sighing in relief as his fingers managed to finally open the packet and he begin to slide the condom on. Freya continued laving at his neck until Kandomere’s hand tangled in her short, lavender hair, pulling her up for another passionate kiss as she moved so she was straddling his lap. Freya let out a pleasured sigh, melting into the solid planes of Kandomere’s body, a slight gasp of breath barely audible as she felt Kandomere’s hard length poking into her stomach.

Kandomere’s hands looped under Freya’s thick thighs, lifting her slightly and turning so her back was to the headboard, plopping her down so she was laying back on the pillows, and the human girl instinctively opened her legs wider to accommodate her mate’s broad frame at this new angle. Said mate began to kiss downward, but stopped when Freya gently tugged at his hair just as he reached the underside of her breasts, shaking her head with an almost tortured whimper.

“Uh uh, just want you,” she mumbled, her face dusted with a soft pink. She squeaked as Kandomere nodded and shifted up so his head was pressing against her entrance, not yet penetrating, but so so hard and very much there .

°You’re absolutely sure, querida?” Kandomere asked, studying her face intensely with those beautiful bright eyes, and if Freya were in a mind not hazed by lust, she would have melted at his assertion of consent. The melting would have to come later, however, and Freya just nodded frantically, reaching her arms up to wrap around him. One arm went around his neck and the other was thrown around his torso, trying to tug him even closer.

“Yes, yes please!” Kandomere needed no further prompting to begin pushing in, Freya gave an adorably surprised squeak at his girth that he reveled in. It was a bit of a stretch for her, going from barely two of her fingers, to a couple of Kandomere’s, to his actual cock. Kandomere paused after about an inch, taking a deep breath at her tightness and making sure she wasn’t in pain.

“I’d almost forgotten you were a virgin,” he gasped, groaning as Freya’s ankles hooked around his hips and pulled him further into her heat. Freya let out a sigh of bliss when his hips met hers, and Kandomere leaned down to peck her lips before dipping his head and viciously sucking and biting at her neck, her collarbones, her clavicle. The difference was vast between his soft, shallow thrusts of his hips to allow Freya to adjust, and his animalistic treatment of her upper half. It was overwhelming in the most pleasurable way and Freya was tempted to ask him to go rougher on her lower half as well, but she knew her body wasn’t quite ready for that. Huge hands grasped at Freya’s breasts as she moaned and whimpered, nails scratching into Kandomere’s scalp where her hand had tangled in his hair. 

Kandomere’s hips sped up as Freya’s moans became louder and more frequent. One hand continued to grope her breast, alternating between grabby the soft globe and tweaking her pert nipples, and the other hand ghosted down her soft stomach to rub quickly at her clit. Freya moaned loudly at that and Kandomere groaned as her walls squeezed around him, both of them so close to release.

Soon Freya was almost screaming as Kandomere tipped her over the edge, his release quickly following at her walls contracting and spasming. His hips stuttered as he carried them both through their orgasms, eventually twisting and collapsing with his back on the bed, Freya still in his arms and softening cock still lodged within her.

Freya’s breath came in short huffs against Kandomere’s neck as she came down, and she let out a small whimpering noise when Kandomere slipped out, chucking the full condom in a waste bin next to her bed. Kandomere smiled softly at his mate, grabbing her hips and moving her upwards on his chest.

“Kandomere, what…?” Freya asked, confused and tired in her post-orgasmic haze.

“You didn’t let me taste you earlier, querida,” he murmured, pulling her hips up more so her beautifully glistening cunt was hovering right over his face.

“Kando-!” Freya’s exclamation was cut off when Kandomere brought her clit to his lips and sucked hard, letting out a satisfied moan at the taste of her on his tongue. Freya’s hips involuntarily pressed down a bit, and Kandomere smirked against her clit, wanting her to just let go and grind on his face. 

“That’s it, querida, let go,” he groaned, suckling at her clit while he shoved two of his fingers up her pussy, searching for that spongy spot that would make the beautiful norse goddess above him go wild. Freya moaned, trying to keep her hips still as her hands went from tangled in Kandomere’s hair to grasping at the headboard. Kandomere growled lightly at her holding back, nipping with his sharp teeth at her mound, and then lightly over her clit. She gasped and ground down on him, hips unconsciously seeking the pleasurable pain. Kandomere hummed, fingers slipping out of her pussy and reaching around to grab handfuls of her ass. He moved his lips towards her entrance as Freya realized that she had begun to press down on him, letting up to try to let him breathe, not really aware of what he was experiencing down there.

Freya let out a startled squeak when Kandomere’s hand came smacking down on her ass.

“Don’t you dare hold back from me, querida,” he growled, tongue lapping up the sudden flow her juices before thrusting up into her pussy. Freya moaned at the sting in her ass, and Kandomere found himself very pleased at what kind of lover his mate was. “You like that?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” Freya hummed in confirmation, gasping when Kandomere smacked her ass again.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Kandomere!” Freya moaned loudly, and soon she was coming loudly, Kandomere happily licking at her pussy until she was shoving his head away from her overstimulated center.

“Wow,” she breathed out, and Kandomere chuckled as she moved her leg over so she was no longer straddling him, going to cuddle into his chest.

“Wow is right, mi alma,” he smirked, and Freya giggled lightly.

“You frickin sod,” she said with a fond smile on her face, glancing down at Kandomere’s ribs with the word Wow .

After a slow, tired shower, the couple curled up in bed with a random movie playing on the TV, simply enjoying the others presence. Freya’s cheeks seemed to be permanently pink, even when she fell asleep for a nap against her mates chest. 

Kandomere looked down at his mate with a fond smile, grabbing his phone from the bedside table where it had ended up and shooting Agent Avitus a text.

Today, 15:52 pm

***-***-**** : I need the day off tomorrow

Not even a minute after he hit send on the text, Avitus called him. Freya stirred, blearily lifting her head up as Kandomere gently extracted himself from bed.

“Huh?” she asked, looking at him with barely open eyes.

“Go back to sleep, querida,” Kandomere whispered to her, walking out into the kitchen to talk to Avitus.

“Oh, is that why?” the senior agent’s gruff voice asked through his speakers.

“What?” Kandomere shot back, confused.

“You finally completed the bond, yeah?” Avitus guessed, and Kandomere sighed softly, frustrated but also grateful that his boss was just able to guess why he needed the next day off.

“Yes,” Kandomere confirmed curtly, the bond felt weirdly private to him. At least in the sense that he didn’t really want Avitus to know about he and his mate’s sex life any more than was absolutely necessary. 

“Take the week off,” Avitus said, and Kandomere gasped, pleasantly surprised but also incredibly hesitant to leave his job for a week.

“A week? But…” he began, but was cut off.

“I remember when I sealed the bond with my mate, you won’t be able to keep your hands off of her for at least that long!” Avitus responded with a laugh, abruptly hanging up, leaving Kandomere standing dazed in Freya’s kitchen.

He quickly walked back into the bedroom, eager to get back to precious cuddles with Freya. 

“What was that about?” Freya asked once he was back under the covers and her head was resting on his shoulder.

“I apparently have the next week off,” he explained with a smirk, and Freya gasped excitedly, pulling him down for a sound kiss on the lips. Kandomere’s big hands grasped her hips and pulled her body flush to the solid planes of his chest, reveling in the shiver that went through her body. Before they could get any further, however, Freya’s ringtone went off. She sighed, thunking her head down on Kandomere’s shoulder in frustration.

“Do you think I should just let them go to voicemail?” she asked, and Kandomere shook his head. 

“Isn’t your cousin arriving in LA around now?” he asked, and Freya’s brows furrowed before she lunged for her phone with a quick utterance of oh shit oh fuck .

“Yeah?” she answered.

“Freya, where the fuck are you?” Emil’s deep voice boomed through her phone.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to call a cab, stay with Alessandro and Valentina,” she said curtly, hanging up and putting her phone on Do Not Disturb before throwing it on the bedside table and turning to kiss her elven mate once more.

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It was noon, and in an apartment above a dojo, above a flower shop, two mates sat snuggling on the couch in the living room. The elven mate was staring intently at the TV screen, surprised at himself because he was actually enjoying the movie that his adorable Norse Goddess had put on, while said human mate was lightly dozing. However, the poor thing was startled awake when her mate snorted out a chuckle above her.

“I think we really needed this, ya know, to watch a good shark movie after the atrocity that was Sharknado…” Freya muttered, and Kandomere chuckled softly.

“I agree wholeheartedly, querida,” he smiled fondly down at her, however was startled into a sitting position at his ringtone going off. Freya sighed, reaching over to the coffee table and handing it to him, a quick thought of karma flashing through her head. As soon as he picked up, Adalira’s voice shouted through the speakers.

“Have you finally bonded?” she demanded, and Kandomere’s face turned red as Freya squeaked in surprise. Freya reached over cautiously, hitting the speaker button on the phone.

“Again?” Kandomere muttered in exasperation, shaking his head.

“Adalira, honey, please stop asking about my sex life,” she squeaked out at calmly as she could, and both mates shifted awkwardly at the silence that followed. They both checked, and confirmed that Adalira hadn’t hung up, so the silence was quite ominous.

“Oh hello Freya dear,” Adalira finally greeted.

“Again, mamá? Really?” Kandomere sighed, and Adalira giggled at his embarrassment.

“But did you do it?” she pressed, and Freya buried her face in her mate’s chest.

“Does she have no shame?” she murmured into his bare chest, Kandomere sighing silently at her lips brushing his chest. Adalira hummed, still expecting an answer, and Freya sighed frustratedly.

“She is 500 years old,” he said as if that held all the answers, snorting slightly.

“Yes, Adalira, we did the sex,” Freya eventually confirmed, and Adalira squealed as if she was a teenager hearing all the juicy gossip all over again.

“OH I’LL LEAVE YOU ALONE SO YOU CAN SEAL THE BOND!” she shouted, a frantic tapping being heard as Adalira probably tried to hang up the call. Eventually a low beep was heard as the call ended. Freya was left with a confused face as Kandomere sighed.

“I thought that was what we just did?” she asked, and Kandomere shook his head, explaining.

“Usually mates, especially true mates, need around a week to be together after they first have sex,” he told her, and Freya nodded, pondering for a moment.

“Will…” she trailed off, unsure if she should even bother asking.

“Yes?” Kandomere prompted.

“Will orcs be able to smell that we’ve had sex if they’re in the apartment?” she asked, and Kandomere nodded, tightening one of his arms around her with a barely heard growl.

“Yes,” he murmured darkly, not liking the thought of anyone being clued in to his mate’s wonderfully heady scent. The pair sat in silence for a moment or two, thinking.

“How much company do you get?” Freya asked, and Kandomere smirked, catching on to what she was thinking quite quickly.

“Less than you,” he chuckled, and soon, after Freya had packed a bag with some toiletries and clothes and thrown on a skirt and tank top, the two were in Kandomere’s car, quite possibly breaking several traffic laws on the way into elf town.

Freya shifted in the passenger seat, oddly unsettled at the lack of contact between her and her mate. To fix that, she reached over to place a hand on Kandomere’s thigh, craving the warmth of his body. When that wasn’t enough, her seatbelt was unbuckled recklessly and she was leaning to kiss lightly at Kandomere’s neck.

“You need to stop that, querida,” Kandomere warned with no real heat in his voice.

“Hmm?” Freya just hummed against his neck, nipping and licking gently at the crook of his neck. Kandomere groaned low in his throat, letting out a shiver, and flicked his MTF siren on, speeding to his building with an uncomfortable amount of lust building in his groin. Freya continued to let out pleased little hums, the light vibrations against Kandomere’s neck making his hips begin to shift.

Finally, finally , Kandomere pulled into the garage for his building. Freya went to get out of the car, but as soon as her lips left his neck Kandomere growled, deciding he really didn’t want to wait to get all the way up to his penthouse apartment. He grabbed onto her arm and made his seat back recline completely so he could shuffle his obnoxiously tall body into the back seat. On the way he grabbed a condom packet from the box they had shoved into the glove box. Freya blushed before shuffling back with him, glancing around the parking lot nervously to make sure they weren’t putting on a show for any passerby.

“You’re lucky these windows are so tinted,” he muttered, slightly teasing but also as a reassurance as Freya followed him, nipping at his lips now that his eyes didn’t need to be on the road. Freya giggled softly, hand reaching to unbutton his pants as Kandomere’s large hands reached down to grope her plentiful ass. With a tug Freya’s hips were flush with her mate’s, and Kandomere was growling into her mouth, swallowing her soft mewls of pleasure as his hard on rubbed against her clothed cunt.

Kandomere reached down between them, one of his hands curling into her panties, and when Freya was expecting him to just move them to the side, she gasped as he literally tore them off her, dropping them on the seat next to him. Freya’s gasp trailed off into a whine when Kandomere’s fingers circled her clit once, twice, before two of them sunk into her heat. 

“Mine,” he growled as Freya mewled, shifting her hips and grasping his shoulders, digging her nails into the sleeves of his shirt. Kandomere grinned as he felt her walls clench tighter around his fingers at his growl, and crashed his mouth to hers. “Take me out,” he commanded softly, and Freya mewled softly in response, taking one of her hands off his shoulder and unzipping his fly, reaching down to rub him over his briefs before taking his cock out to stroke it gently. Kandomere’s hips bucked at her soft touch, quickly taking his fingers from her heat and grabbing her hand where it was wrapped around him. He had her tighten her grip and stroke faster and he clenched his jaw as Freya shifted so she was straddling one of his thighs, rubbing her dripping cunt against it, desperate for more friction after the loss of Kandomere’s fingers. Freya took the condom from Kandomere’s other hand and rolled it on, reveling in Kandomere’s shudder.

Freya let out a loud moan when Kandomere gripped her hips to lift her, placing her across his lap once more and impaling her in one swift movement on his cock.

“Mine, my beautiful mate,” he groaned, throbbing as Freya shifted her hips. Freya blushed, on top of the pretty pink flush that had taken over her whole body. Kandomere’s grin turned more feral, guiding her hips to grind in circles on his cock. Soon Freya had picked up on the motion, hands tangling in his hair, and Kandomere tugged the neckline of her shirt down so he could mouth at her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, tweaking the neglected one with his hands, and Freya’s hips stuttered as she let out a high pitched keen at the pleasure before she was able to resume the circling of her hips.

“Kandomere,” she gasped out softly, and the elf pulled off her nipple with an obscene pop before nipping lightly at the top of her breasts, very pleased that she hadn’t bothered to throw on a bra before getting in the car. Freya’s moans grew more frequent, and soon Kandomere was thrusting his hips up to try and get deeper into her, both mates increasingly close.

Freya gasped, freezing and clenching down hard on Kandomere’s cock when the button of his pants brushed against her clit. She came with a shout and Kandomere came careening after her, shoving his hips up as far as they could go, and Freya almost swore as she saw stars in her eyes that he was shoving her organs out of the way to make room. The short woman collapsed boneless onto her mates chest, groaning when Kandomere nudged her to keep her awake.

“We can nap when we get up to the apartment, querida,” he mumbled, and she whined as he slipped out with a schlick .

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Epilogue

Freya sighed in pure bliss as she snuggled into her mate’s naked chest, the pair relaxing further into the mattress of his bed.

“I love you,” Freya whispered, lips lightly brushing the skin of his collarbone.

“I absolutely adore you, mi alma,” Kandomere grinned, kissing the crown of her head softly. Freya hummed in contentment and let herself drift off to a dozing state…

BZZZZ. BZZZZ. BZZZZ.

So much for that… With great effort, Freya heaved herself up into a sitting position and grabbed her phone, hitting the green button to pick up with a grumbled-

“What?”

“Did that elf kidnap you?! Your apartment’s a mess!” Dorghu’s concerned voice came through. Freya rolled her eyes with a pout.

“No, and why are you even in my apartment?”

“I wanted to surprise you with some food…” Dorghu answered.

“Mhmm,” Freya hummed, uninterested and quite distracted when Kandomere’s lips trailed from the juncture of her jaw to her neck and further down her back.

“And why does your apartment smell like-OH MY GOD!” Dorghu’s voice raised to a shout at his realization. Kandomere’s ears twitched, and he growled and snatched the phone out of Freya’s hand.

“Bonding, territorial, google it,” he curtly demanded, hanging up and throwing Freya’s phone back on the bedside table. Freya giggled softly, but the giggle was swallowed by her elven mate’s hungry kiss.

Okay then .

The End