Fiona lounged back against the plush pillows, the dim light glinting off the expensive necklace resting against her collarbone. She gave Mat a sidelong glance, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "You’re really proud of that biology lesson, aren’t you?"

Mat smirked, leaning back beside her, completely at ease. "Hey, you’re the one wearing the necklace and carrying twins. Seems like you’ve got a thing for my ‘disposable gametes.’"

Fiona chuckled, running her fingers along the delicate chain. "Maybe. Or maybe I just like nice jewelry."

Mat’s smirk softened as his gaze lingered on the intricate design. "Nice jewelry, huh? Didn’t Edwin give that to you?"

She nodded, her expression softening. "Yeah. Sweet 16 present. He said it was to remind me of my worth."

Mat raised an eyebrow, his tone playful but curious. "And? Did it work?"

Fiona tilted her head, her fingers brushing the necklace as she spoke. "Back then, I thought it was just a fancy way of saying ‘you’re my little princess.’ I didn’t get it. But later, when things got hard… when I started doubting myself… this necklace reminded me that someone believed in me. That I mattered."

Mat’s smirk faded into something warmer, more thoughtful. "That’s a pretty powerful gift."

She glanced at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah. Edwin always had a way of making me feel seen, even when I didn’t see myself."

Mat nodded slowly. "Well, it worked. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. Not sure if it’s the necklace or just you, but… it’s there."

Fiona moved on top of him and laughed softly, shaking her head. "Careful, Rabbit. You’re going to make me blush."

Mat’s playful smirk returned. "Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it. But seriously, if this necklace is part of the deal, I’m happy to keep these experiments going."

Fiona raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning sly. "Careful, Mat. You might end up with more than twins if you keep that attitude."

Mat laughed, leaning closer. "Well, if it means more necklaces like that, I’m not complaining."

She shook her head, her laughter soft but genuine. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, here we are," Mat said, his voice softening as his gaze lingered on her. "Pretty sure I’m the luckiest impossible guy around."

Mat moved his hands and forced his wood into Fiona’s box. Fiona moaned at the surprise forcefulness.

"Hey," she said, raising an eyebrow. "I thought we were talking."

Mat smirked, resting inside her. "Well, a hot ferret is on top of me, plus the idea of continuous consent doesn’t exist here yet. I figured I’d just roll with it."

Fiona tilted her head, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "You’re saying you’re powerless against my charms?"

"Completely," Mat replied, his voice teasing but his gaze steady. "Besides, who am I to argue with tradition?"

She chuckled softly, sitting up slightly and resting her hands on her knees. "So, you’re blaming it on the customs of a medieval planet?"

Mat shrugged, his smirk widening. "What can I say? I’m a product of my environment."

Fiona rolled her eyes, though there was a flicker of amusement in her expression. "Good thing I’m not a tyrant, or you’d be in trouble."

"Pretty sure I’m already in trouble," Mat said, still resting inside her. "But hey, if I’m going down, at least it’s for a good reason."

Fiona laughed, shaking her head as she leaned back. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, here I am," Mat replied, his tone softer now. "Still talking. Or, at least, trying to."

“No,” Fiona said firmly, stood above him and stared. “But you’re lucky I love you because entering my box without consent would usually mean me using these claws to slash your throat. I don’t care if medieval law dictates that, since I’m pregnant, I’m always consenting.”

Mat’s smirk faltered, replaced by a more serious expression. He met her gaze and nodded slowly. “Fair point. I shouldn’t assume—ever. You’ve got every right to call me out on that.”

Fiona’s expression softened slightly, though her tone remained firm. “Good. Because if we’re doing this, Mat, it’s got to be about us. Not tradition. Not some outdated law. Just us.”

Mat nodded again, his voice quieter this time. “You’re right. Always us.”

A faint smile tugged at Fiona’s lips as she reached out to touch his arm. “Good. Now, let’s try this again—this time, with a little less medieval thinking.”

Mat chuckled softly, the tension easing as he leaned closer. “Deal.”

Fiona moved on top of him, his wood sliding into her as she let off a soft moan. Her hands rested lightly on his chest, her movements slow and deliberate as she adjusted to him.

Mat’s hands moved instinctively to her hips, guiding her gently as she began to ride him. His gaze softened, a mix of admiration and desire in his eyes. "You’re full of surprises," he murmured, his voice low.

Fiona smirked, leaning forward slightly. "You didn’t think I’d let you take all the control, did you?"

Mat chuckled, his fingers tightening slightly on her hips. "Wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, I’m not exactly in a position to argue."

She let out a soft laugh, her movements becoming more fluid as she found her rhythm. "Good. Because if you try, you’ll lose."

"Noted," Mat replied, his smirk widening as he watched her. "You’re impossible to resist, you know that?"

Fiona tilted her head, her blue eyes locking with his. "And yet, here you are," she teased, echoing his earlier words.

"Completely powerless," Mat admitted, his voice playful but edged with sincerity. "Not that I’m complaining."

Her laughter mingled with her soft moans, the intimacy between them deepening as they moved together. "Good," Fiona said breathlessly. "Because I’m not done with you yet."

Fiona leaned forward, her lips meeting Mat’s in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with his, exploring and teasing as their breaths mingled. She moved up and down on his wood, her rhythm steady and confident, each motion sending waves of pleasure through them both.

Mat’s hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His fingers tangled in her fur, holding her as though anchoring himself to the moment. "You’re incredible," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with admiration.

Fiona pulled back slightly, her smirk returning as her blue eyes locked with his. "I know," she teased, her tone breathless but full of confidence.

Mat chuckled softly, his hands resting on her hips to guide her movements. "Always so modest," he replied, his smirk matching hers.

She leaned in again, her lips brushing his ear. "Modesty’s overrated," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Especially when you’ve got something worth showing off."

Mat groaned softly, his grip tightening on her hips as she moved with more intensity. "Fair point," he managed, his voice catching slightly. "But you’ve definitely set the bar pretty high."

Fiona let out a soft laugh, her movements never faltering. "Good. I like keeping you on your toes."

Fiona’s laughter melted into a soft moan as she tilted her head back, her hands resting on Mat’s chest to steady herself. Her rhythm quickened, her body moving with a deliberate intensity that sent sparks of pleasure through them both.

Mat’s gaze remained fixed on her, captivated by the way her necklace glinted with each movement. His hands slid up her sides, his touch firm yet gentle as he encouraged her pace. "You’re unstoppable," he murmured, his voice filled with both awe and desire.

Fiona glanced down at him, a mischievous grin curling her lips. "I told you, Rabbit," she teased, her voice breathless. "I’m in charge here."

Mat smirked, his hands tightening on her waist. "Not gonna argue with that. But I think I’m doing a decent job keeping up."

Her grin widened, and she leaned forward again, her blue eyes glinting with playful determination. "You’re doing better than decent," she admitted, her lips brushing against his. "But let’s see if you can handle this."

Before he could respond, Fiona shifted her angle, her movements becoming more deliberate, each motion sending a jolt of pleasure through them both. Mat groaned, his head tilting back against the pillows as his grip on her tightened.

"Challenge accepted," he managed, his voice strained but teasing. His hands slid down to her thighs, helping guide her movements as the room filled with their shared breaths and moans.

Fiona’s pace became erratic, her moans growing louder as she leaned forward, her forehead pressing against his. "Mat," she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. "You’re… amazing."

He chuckled softly, his voice low and filled with affection. "Right back at you," he murmured, his gaze locking with hers as they both approached the peak of their passion.

Their breaths grew heavier, the intensity between them building as Fiona’s movements quickened. Her hands slid up Mat’s chest, her claws grazing his fur just enough to send a shiver through him. His fingers gripped her thighs, steadying her as they moved together, their rhythm perfectly in sync.

Fiona leaned down, capturing his lips in another kiss, this one rougher, more urgent. Her moans vibrated against his mouth as she felt herself nearing the edge. She broke the kiss, her forehead resting against his, her eyes locking with his. "Mat," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I’m close."

Mat’s hands tightened on her hips, his voice low and encouraging. "I’ve got you," he murmured. "Just let go."

With a final roll of her hips, Fiona cried out, her body trembling as waves of pleasure overtook her. Mat followed moments later, his grip on her tightening as he groaned, his release matching hers in intensity.

They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling as they came down from their high. Fiona finally collapsed against his chest, her cheek resting against his shoulder as her body rose and fell with each labored breath.

"Well," she said after a moment, her voice still breathless but laced with amusement, "that’s one way to end a conversation."

Mat chuckled, his arms wrapping around her to pull her closer. "Not that I’m complaining, but I don’t think we’ll win any awards for subtlety."

Fiona laughed softly, her fingers tracing absent patterns against his fur. "Who needs subtlety when you’ve got moves like that?"

"Fair point," Mat replied, his smirk returning. 

Fiona chuckled. "Next time, maybe we try to actually finish a conversation before getting… distracted."

Mat lifted his head, his blue eyes glinting mischievously. "Where’s the fun in that?"

Fiona shook her head, her laughter soft and warm as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You’re impossible."

"And you love it," he shot back, settling against her with a contented sigh.

"Can’t argue with that," Fiona murmured, her hand moving to gently stroke his back as they lay together, the room quiet except for the sound of their steady breathing.


