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They’re lying in bed in each other’s embrace. She’s playing with his hair and asks, out of nowhere, “If Darrow asked you to have sex with him right now, would you?”

Without even having to think of his answer he says, “Absolutely.” He shrugs. “Sorry, love.”

She laughs at his bluntness. “I can hardly begrudge you for that.”

“Would you? Sleep with Darrow if he asked you?” There’s no judgement there, just curiosity.

She thinks about it for a moment, then answers honestly. “No. I think at one point I might have, but now I have this little goblin and he satisfies me just the way I like. Although, if he ever does ask you I wouldn’t mind watching you two go at it. Maybe even join in for a row.”

Sevro snorts. ”Fat chance of that happening. I doubt he’ll be inviting me to anything of the sort anytime soon, but I’ll keep your proposal in mind. Now, all this talk has gotten me worked up. Down for another go?”

“With you? Always.”

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They’re sitting at the bar when Sevro says, “You know, I had a dream about you last night.” Darrow and Mustang were halfway into their fourth round of drinks and feeling more than a little buzzed, but Sevro was seven deep and had been spouting all kinds of nonsense all night.

Darrow had to admit he was curious. “Oh? What about?”

“Well, I was lying on the bed, and you and Rags, bless him, were going to town on me. Filled me up like a bloodydam thermos and just kept pounding away.” Darrow almost choked on a poorly timed sip of drink. How can he say these things with a straight face?

He squirmed in his seat as Mustang stared at Sevro in open-mouthed disbelief. He was almost too afraid to ask. Almost. And maybe it was the drinks but something was compelling him to know.

“Did you like it?”

“Like it? I was mewling like a kitten until Victra came and sat on my face to shut me up. Woke up the hardest I’ve been in my life.”

Darrow thinks he could have lived without hearing any of that.

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“This is what you like to watch?” Victra leans a little further over Sevro’s shoulder as he scrolls through and picks an option from the surprisingly long list of questionable videos.

Sevro looks nervously back at her. “Yeah. I know it’s a bit weird.” She snorts out a laugh. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

Sevro had been thinking for a while now that since Victra had loved and accepted him, warts and all, so to speak, that he should bring her into all parts of his life. Be as open and honest and possible. Which is how they got here.

“Unicorn porn?”

She wore a very perplexed look. “Wait, so do they use their horn or their… Oh.” Sevro was afraid to speak, looking nervously back and forth between the screen and her increasingly perplexed face.

After a few minutes she stood up. “That was very interesting, love.” She pats his shoulder, then walks away. He’s not sure what to make of that.

A few weeks pass and she doesn’t mention it again, so he figures they aren’t gonna talk about it.

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Her long legs straddle him as she pushes him down into the mattress. Their tongues roll off each other and she grinds into him at a sickly-sweet pace. Just as he starts to reach for her in an effort to get closer she pulls back, a mischievous gleam in her eye and wicked glee on her face.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Do you, now?”

“Yes, and it’s a fun one. Why don’t you get comfortable, and I’ll be right back.” She slips away from the bed, leaving Sevro missing her touch. He busies himself with stripping out of his clothes. When Victra arrives, she has changed into a flowy silk robe and lingerie. In her hands is a box.
“So, I got us a little toy.”

“Oh?”

She sits on the edge of the bed and hands the box to Sevro. He opens it and his breath hitches. Inside are two toys one shaped like a rather thick and slightly blunt unicorn horn, the other a massive unicorn cock. He removes them from the box and sees there is a strap underneath them.

“No. You didn’t.”

“I did. Do you like them?” Sevro was checking out the two pieces, so Victra grabs the harness and secures it around her waist. “Which one do you want to try first?”

He bites his lip and stares at them, runs his hand over them, no doubt trying to imagine how they feel in different positions.

“I think this one,” he says, handing her the cock. “Maybe we’ll work our way up to the horn.”

She laughs. “But it’s smaller.”

“Yes but it’s my favorite so we should save it for last. Besides, I see that it also comes with a headband option and that sounds like promising fun for the second round don't you think?”

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She runs her soapy fingers through his hair, using the lather of the shampoo to create a row of spikes before mussing it all up and destroying the perfectly sculpted tufts of hair. Sevro is leaning back against her, so relaxed she’s almost convinced he’s fallen asleep on his feet. She relishes these moments. Their bodies pressed against each other, simply enjoying one another’s presence. She decides on swirls for the next design.

As she sets her fingers to the task, giving his scalp a little massage as she goes, Victra thinks about how lucky she is to get to enjoy moments like this one; Sevro vulnerable and relaxed.

It had taken a while to get here. When she had first taken a shine to him Victra couldn’t help but be drawn to his self confidence. As she got to know him better she realized it was less a confidence in himself and more so a surety of the world around him, like he knew what’s what and had a proper estimation of what his own abilities could accomplish in it. But that didn’t save him from his insecurities about who he was and ought to be. Truly a walking dichotomy.

At the start of what would soon become their relationship, the sex was the easy part. Good rough sex. Good slow sex. Even good weird sex. But it didn’t escape her notice that he was a good deal more comfortable when the lights were off, or how he would tense up if she was at his back, and he always found a way to change their positions soon after so that she was to his front where he could see her.

Each bit of trust, any access granted felt like a small gift. When he asked her to peg him from behind for the first time, then when he spent the night in her bed instead of running off to take care of something or another. All these moments of physical vulnerability led to, or maybe coincided now that she thought about it, with his increasing emotional vulnerability, culminating in his admittance of his feelings for her before the big battle. She did not take it well. But she’s a big girl, and she can own up to the fact that she had some work to do too when it came to being candid with emotions.

She thinks about the first time they showered together. Hygiene wasn’t high on Sevro’s list of priorities, so Victra had invited him to join her in the shower with ulterior motives. Hey, they could always get clean while being a little dirty. It was fun and effective, so from then on she would invite him when she could, until one day he invited himself. That was the start of this little routine of theirs. It didn’t always involve sex and neither of them seemed to mind.

She kisses his shoulder gently and he stirs, eyes drifting open as he turns to look at her.

“What do you say we rinse off and head to bed, hm?”

And later, when they’re lying together, her arms wrapped around him, she marvels at the fact that someone could fit so perfectly against her.

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Mustang adjusts Pax on her hip as she and Sevro walk the length of the beach, bathed in the red-orange hues of sunset.

“I want to tell him. I think it’s the right time.” She tells him the plan and asks him to bring everyone together. The way she explains it to him sounds so simple, so sure. How does she know he won’t slag it all up?

She stops briefly to hand Pax to Sevro, and he hesitantly takes him into his arms. Pax cuddles into his chest, making himself comfortable and falling asleep almost instantly.

“Why me?” Sevro asks, to Pax almost as much as to her. They’ve known each other for years but until relatively recently he still had reservations about Mustang. But she would entrust him now with a task so big it’ll change her life?

As if she could read his thoughts, Mustang says, “There’s no one I trust more than you for something this important.”

“You don’t have to butter me up. I’ll do it,” he says, face burning so he looks away, toward the setting sun. But as he continues to watch he starts to get glassy-eyed. He tries to blink it away but has to shift his hold of the baby to wipe at his eyes with his sleeve.

“Sevro?” She rests a hand on his arm, as if to ask what’s wrong.

“Eh, I don’t wanna bother you with my sappy pixie shit.” He sniffs, trying to get a hold of himself.

“Hey, if you want to share, I’m listening.”

“It’s just, Pops once told me how he and my mother met. It was an injury. He got put in the gold wing but the best view of the sunset was in the red wing, so he switched. She was in the bed next to his and they watched the sunset together. I was just wondering if the one they saw that first time was half as beautiful as this one.”

He looks down at the baby and smiles. “We’re really doing it, y’know? That dream that pops had for a better world, we’re making it happen. For people like me, and you.” He says to Pax. “We’re two of a kind right now, but one day…”

Mustang squeezes his arm reassuringly. “I think that’s beautiful. And thank you, for the world you’re building for him.” She smiles and he returns it, feeling lighter than he has in a while.