Torque was a creature who lived in near constant motion, who rarely seemed to settle down a moment unless he was sprawled out and asleep for a few moments to half a night. It was rare to see him still in any other capacity, although he was capable of it when the situation called for it. In that moment, caught up in happiness and a lingering shade of sleep he hadn’t quite shaken off for all that he had asked her (or, at least, two muppets in a box had asked her) a fairly significant question, he was content to lay himself out for her and watch the woman he loved to madness crawl over him heavily lidded eyes and no small amount of satisfaction.
He rumbled low in the back of his throat in his contentedness as she moved over him, tipping his chin up a moment to give her the line of his throat in a move of trust that wasn’t entirely human, though he smiled for her and lifted a hand to comb through her hair with his fingers in an action that could only be human. “Oh yeah?” he prompted, swallowing heavy with the trail of her lips down his stomach sending a jolt straight to his cock. “So you’re goin’ to go slippers and curlers and I’ll start looking up Viagra commercials?”
His reaction to her made lie of it all, as they both knew, with the shallowing of his breath and the flex of his stomach and thighs as her hair dragged soft over his skin and her fingers wrapped around his cock. But then again, Torque never had played hard to get when it came to her, always finding far more fun in tumbling her into bed and feeling her laughter against his belly where his stomach had pressed tight against hers and his hands had tangled in her hair as he did his damn best to kiss her senseless. Even if he had, even if their mating hadn’t keyed his body to react only to hers like she held the passcode to the world, he had never not groaned under her touch as he did then. Never not felt that rush of heat and blood to his groin with her voice in his ear and her fingers stroking him to life.
His grin was reckless then, half full of laughter and overflowing with the lust that built within him like magma when he so much as looked at her. He could not give up the elbow bracing him up then, not to miss the sight of her as her dark head dipped down and her tongue slipped between her lips to lave across his cock, making him ache for her as if he weren’t already a notch too tight and weighty so easily in her hands. He resisted the urge to move then, as his hips had rocked into her hand when she had stroked her hand over him to call him to action, but grinned at her again with a, “Yes ma’am.”