[Fiction] Birthday [Mature] [Complete]

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November 23, 2016

A knock at the door brought Chloe's head up from her plant. The tiny bonsai stopped its subtle bend and snapped back to its former position. Chloe sighed, wondering if she'd ever get it back in that perfect windswept position. Surely she would, sooner or later.

She went to the door and opened it up, putting a smile on her face. A young woman was there with a basket, a box behind her and a small black and white puppy in her arms. "Hi, you have to be Sylvan, even if you don't have the wings on," the girl piped up. "I'm April, and this is Thistle. Thistle, this is Sylvan, your mommy."

"Buh?" Sylvan managed to say, her eyes going wide as she realized that a total stranger was giving her a dog.

"Here is everything you'll need in the basket, and Ben said to include some dog care boo-" April rattled on until Chloe forcibly interjected herself.

"Wait, Ben? Ben who?"

"Your friend, Ben," April giggled. "He said you were housebound and that you could use the company. And Thistle needs a home; she's purebred Border Collie, but she has too much black and can't be bred."

A hundred reasons why she couldn't take a puppy filled her mind. She even was ready to say the two or three best ones when Thistle stepped forward and sniffed her foot. After a couple of sniffs, the puppy looked up at Chloe and wagged her tail with a hopeful expression on her face.

With a resigned sigh, Chloe picked her up. The puppy immediately began to lick her face, and it was love times two. "You can stay, but if I end up in jail, 'Ben' gets to keep you." April looked suddenly unsure, but the deal was done. "You can pick the basket right here," Chloe said firmly, tucking Thistle tighter against her side. "And we can get the box in together."

[Satyr]

Satyr reclined on the roof of Chloe's house. Watching as the animal shelter employee dropped off the last of the bags of puppy kibble, along with a few toys. Several minutes after April had driven off Satyr peered upside down into her main window.

He watched as Chloe followed Thistle from the living room into the kitchen as she explored her new surroundings. Satyr took the opportunity to appear within the living room, where the light from his sudden appearance would not alert Chloe. He slide up behind her as she leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, watching as the puppy sniffed out new odors on the linoleum floor.

He slipped his arms under hers, wrapping them around her mid-section. Chloe was startled by the surprise and glanced back to make sure it was him. "Satyr! You scared the crap out of me!" He smiled. "Ach, I'm sorry, maybe I shoulda made so' more noise." She quickly relaxed and leaned into him, taking in his presence which along with the the new addition of 'Thistle' was a welcome change to her world.

"I take it that Thistle has found a loving home?" He asked as he gently moved to Chloe's hair to one side with his chin and kissed her neck and teased her ear. Chloe playfully pulled away and looked at Satyr. "Yes, but you understand, if I go to jail you're taking her, right?" "Th' thought ne'er crossed me mind, Happy Birthday, Chloe." He said as she turned toward him and rested her arms on his shoulders, clasping her hands behind his head. They're lips met and Chloe quickly found herself lost in the sensations that Satyr ignited within her.

She was returned to her senses by a bark from a puppy standing at their feet, demanding attention. Chloe was happy for the company, the house had gotten quiet the last few days.

Satyr bent down, picking up the Border Collie pup. "Wha'? Wha'cha need pup?" Satyr sounded almost as though he was talking to a small child; Chloe was quickly astonished how Satyr took to holding the puppy like a parent might hold a baby. Thistle gave on objection to being held by him. "D' ye want Chloe?" He asked as he offered Thistle to Chloe.

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Chloe took the puppy from him; as she buried her face in Chloe's neck, the verdant nova considered what she had just seen. Had Satyr just been talking to her dog? You talk to and sense plants, girl. What is the big deal?

"Thank you, Satyr," Chloe murmured, leaning around the puppy to give him another kiss. His lips were warm and soft, and she pressed her own to his greedily. A low fire built in her stomach, a building heat that promised a true wilfire-

The fires were drenched by Thistle shoving her nose between their faces, ending the kiss. "I guess she wants attention," Chloe giggled, waiting to see if Satyr would take the interruption in good humor.

"Aye, attention," Satyr said, humor and frustration coloring his voice in equal parts. But he still gave the puppy a gentle rub of his fingers, stroking her silky ears softly.

"Come on, let's go play with her," Chloe said, looking like an eager child. She took Satyr's hand with her own free one, and drew him and the puppy outside to play.

'Play' was rather loosely defined; it soon turned into Thistle dashing back and forth, with the various plants in the yard blocking her eggress from the yard with gentle branches. Chloe still loved it; watching her dash back and forth brought a happy smile to the nova's face.

When it got dark, Chloe and Satyr gathered up the puppy and took her inside. To their surprise, she flopped down on the couch and promptly fell asleep. "I guess we wore her out," Chloe chuckled.

She felt Satyr's hands creep around her waist; then his breath was warm on her ear as he whispered, "Ah've got more for ye than the puppy, Chloe."

[Satyr]

Chloe gave him a look of guilt as he caressed her face. Satyr kissed her gently on the cheek noted that her look of worry was gone. Chloe slipped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer to her. She smiled shyly, "Do you, now?" She said playfully as they kissed.

Satyr could feel the anticipation from her as he ran his fingers up and down her back. She returned the gesture as he bit at her neck. She shivered in his arms from the lovely sensations he triggered. She pulled at him, wanting him closer.

Satyr pulled away, noting Chloe give him a slight frown. "It's okay, I jus' wanna do something for ye." He deliberately left her guessing as he carefully stepped onto the couch. Chloe began to stand as he did so, but he put a hand on he shoulder to stop her. He quickly squatted behind her, spreading his wooly legs around her. She turned to him with a questioning look. He met it with a passionate kiss. She reached back to put a hand to his head to hold him as he reached under her arms and held her body close to his.

She whimpered as they pressed against eachother and broke the kiss as he brought his hands back and leaned her forward. Without a word he began massaging the muscles in her back. She moaned and relaxed even more as his talented fingers worked some neglected muscles. She knew he was a good masseuse, he had given her many massages, many of which had led to foreplay.

Slowly the massage changed, se felt him kiss her back and shoulders, the fact that he wasn't directly stimulating her didn't diminish her arousal in the slightest, had she been a baseline the massage would have left her a puddle of goo. It was quickly becoming one of his favorite things to see a smile on Chloe's face. He really enjoyed making her happy.

Chloe leaned back to kiss him; she could feel his arousal against her back and it only excited her more. Their lips met again as his arms snaked around and began caressing her breasts. She moaned as he played with her sensitive flesh. Chloe arched her back as the world around them melted away.

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The house had grown hushed, and the only sounds were of them and the sleeping puppy. Chloe pressed her hands into Satyr's thighs, using them as leverage to press her body back against his. His thick wool tangled around her fingers, warm and soft.

His hands were warm as they slid under her shirt, taking advantage of her usual open-backed attire. Like his wool, his hands were warm, but they weren't soft but they were gentle. Chloe whimpered as he drew patterns on her skin, focusing the crux of his designs on her most sensitive of flesh. Thistle echoed her whimper and the two novas stopped, glancing that the puppy. She remained asleep, and Chloe gingerly untangled herself from the satyr, drawing him to his feet.

She signaled him for silence, nodding at the puppy, and Satyr nodded in empathic agreement. As quietly as they could, they snuck into the bedroom. Chloe was first, and with a giggle, she flounced onto the bed, her hair curling and bouncing around her face. As it fell into stillness, she smiled up at Satyr coyly. One foot came up; a toe rested against her heel, and she slowly kicked the shoe off, still meeting Satyr's eyes.

The other shoe hit the floor as Satyr crawled over her, making what should have been an awkward movement graceful. His face pressed into the bend of her neck and his lips were softer than his wool as he kissed her, making her giggle again. "Ye ok?" he asked in a deep rumbly whisper.

"Fine, it tickled a little," Chloe whispered, running her fingers over his sides. She felt his skin shiver under her touch. "Did that tickle?"

[Satyr]

Satyr had some trouble being ticklish and horny at the same time, something had to give and it wasn't about to be his libido. Not while she laid there, looking as gorgeous as she did without even trying. He tensed his abdomen and smiled at her as she ran her fingers under his shirt.

He placed his hands open and palm down on her collar and slowly slid them down her body, he took special care to let each finger slide across the tips of her nipples under her shirt. She whimpered quietly, letting him know she liked it. His hand slid down to her pants. "How did tha' feel?" He asked with a gleam in his eye as he unbuttoned her pants. She stopped giggling now and only eyed him with a smile on her lips.

They silently looked into eachother's eyes as he slid off her pants, leaving her lacy panties on. He knelt before her, his legs under her thighs He pulled her up and pulled her shirt over her head and off. She made a point to bite her lip as he removed his own shirt. Chloe and Satyr had become quite familiar with eachother the last several months. Since the night they had saved Tony from the Triad they had been for all intents and purposes dating. They had stayed up most of that night just talking; getting to know eachother. Talking about their dreams and a possible future.

Since that night, he had come over once or twice a week, It was never a set thing, it might be a Friday one week and a Tuesday the next. Sometimes up to ten days would go by without any contact; without much rhyme or reason as she had done that night, Chloe would ask Satyr to stay and spend the night. Satyr was all to aware that whatever they had between them, it was growing, but he had no frame of reference. Satyr had never been in a relationship before.

Satyr had not actually had sex since late August, the day before Chloe's arraignment to be exact. Sure, they had laid here in her bed and explored eachother many times. They had done largely everything except the act itself for three months; yet somehow Satyr had survived it. He had been satisfied enough with what they had done. He simply silently attributed it to the fact that Chloe was very different. She was worth the effort to him. He simply enjoyed giving her pleasure, it was his way of removing some of her burden if only for a little while, it wasn't perfect, but it was his way.

So, as he reclined next her admiring her near-nude form, he looked into her eyes and knew she wanted him for her birthday. She reached up and fondled his hair and horns as had become a sign of affection from her to him. He smiled and ran his fingers across her body. They kissed for a long moment as his fingers slid under the lace of her panties. The kiss they shared was simply blissful, it was enough alone to bring her near climax, but as he began gently touching wet and very sensitive skin Chloe moaned and writhed against him, her fingers digging into his flesh.

He could feel her body respond to his questing fingers, finding her points of pleasure, inside and out. He relentlessly kept moving, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. A smile escaped his lips when she stilled, shivering, and he grinned when that stillness exploded into motion and sound. Chloe moaned and cried against him, slowly coming down again. That had been quick, but Satyr wasn't concerned; it was merely the first, and they had all night.

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Hours spun by on glossimer threads, casting a silvery web of pleasure over the couple. They stopped briefly to tend to Thistle before returning to the bedroom, and were not seen again until the sun peeked in through Chloe's windows.

She sat on his hips, the morning sun streaming through her butterfly wings as they both caught their breath. The last pulses of pleasure soared through them both, and they gazed at one another, drawing out the moment. Still connected to Satyr, Chloe leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss. "Morning," she murmured, smiling a lover's smile when he replied in the same.

This was nice, the verdant nova realized as she carefully laid down next to the satyr. Her arm curled over his chest as he carefully slid an arm under her head. Part of her wanted to do this forever, but another already was afraid; what new feelings had she allowed to form because of tonight? Would her heart survive if she went to jail?

Chloe felt herself draw back, pulling away from Satyr emotionally. She was so afraid of getting him, and then losing him. The fear rooted in her heart, leaving her sad and a little sick-

No. It was not said loudly in her mind, or with any great fervor, but it was one of the firmest words she had ever said. She had pushed long enough. She had put her life on hold for long enough. It was time to live, to realize that even if she got the maximum sentence, she still would have more life to live afterward than most baselines ever saw. It would be ok, somehow, someday.

"We should do this more often," Chloe sighed, her breath warm on Satyr's neck. "What do you say?"

[Satyr]

Satyr laid there totally contented in the moment. He could feel that Chloe was there in the moment with him. He watched as her body moved in the rhythm of her breathing, he wished he could stretch this moment on for an eternity. The sunlight hit her golden skin in such a way as he was almost hypnotized by her form. He found himself drawn to take her again, but his body his was simply much too exhausted. Satyr had never experienced that before.

Satyr felt her withdraw within herself briefly. A worried look crossed his face, Chloe had a tendency to over-think things sometimes. He was about to try and talk to her when her gaze returned to him, her hand caressed his chest. "We should do this more often," Chloe sighed, her breath warm on Satyr's neck. "What do you say?"

Chloe had honestly surprised him. He did not think long on his answer. "Aye," He said with a laugh. "I'd like tha' very much!" He said as he turned and brushed his lips upon hers. He waved a dismissive hand "Settin' tha' aside, I ha'e ta say," He collected his thoughts with a smile. "I... like ye, Chloe, this was... incred'ble." He had never actually meant those words as much as right now. "It was incredible, Satyr," Chloe whispered, her voice hesitant and shy. "But even if it had been horrible, I... still would like you around." Their eyes met again as they both felt what was behind the words they had just expressed and were moved by it.

They quickly found themselves holding eachother closer, without a word Satyr passionately kissed her one last time. "Happy Birthday, Chloe..." He whispered to her as he quickly lost the battle with sleep. Gently, she kissed him on his forehead. "Thank you, Satyr." She whispered too quietly to wake him.