Orc Boyfriend: Royal 2 (rough draft)

Sunday came around and you met with Mia before you offered to take her out for a girl day. Royal invited you over to his apartment, which was littered with evidence that a little girl lived there. Mia was in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket and watching makeup videos while combing the hair of a large colorful pony.

“Come on in,” Royal set aside a pink sparkly backpack to give you a seat at the table. “She wasn’t feeling too good this morning, so I’ve just let her watch TV and worry about homework later.” He goes into the living room and leans over the sofa to talk to Mia with a hushed tone. Mia’s head pops up over the back of the sofa to look directly at you. She’s cute, she looks rather small to be a ten year old.

“This is the lady I was telling you about, the one I worked with who helped me the other day,” Royal introduces the two of you. “She said it’d be okay if you wanted to talk to her and ask questions.”

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Mia. How are you?”

Mia looks at you shyly, her big brown eyes the same as Royal’s. She dips her head down to look at her toy then smiles. “I’m okay.”

“Can I sit with you? This is actually one of my favorite videos too.”

Her smile becomes brighter and she moves over to give you some room.

“I’m going to go downstairs to do some laundry,” Royal says to Mia. “I’ll have my phone, so call me if you need me.”

“Okay.” The way she looks at Royal speaks mountains of words. It’s obvious she adores him more than anything. Once he leaves she curls back up and looks to the video.

“I like watching cartoons when I’m not feeling my best,” you tell her, hoping to spark a conversation. “Wrapped up with a heating pad, having sugary cereal, and watching cartoons is my favorite way to pass a crampy morning.”

Mia peers up at you. “You still like cartoons?”

“Well sure! Just because I’m an adult doesn’t mean I have to stop liking things.”

“Somebody said I’m a woman now,” she pouts. “It scared me.”

You sigh heavily. “Very untrue. Getting your period just means you have a period. It doesn’t make you an adult. A long time ago it might have meant that, but not anymore.”

“My friend told me I could have babies now. Do I have to?”

You scowl. “Of course not! You’re still a baby yourself. Nothing has changed about you, Mia. It’s just your body. What makes your personality and all the cool things about you isn’t gonna change because of this. Maybe your mood, but not what your core stuff is made of.”

Her smile returns and she hugs her toy to her chest. “Good,” she whispers.

You return her smile. “Is there anything else you’re worried about?”

“Why does it hurt so bad?”

You try to figure out a way to put it that won’t terrify a ten year old kid. “Well,” you purse up your mouth, continuing to think. “You know when you scrap your knee or something? It’s kind of like that.” You turn to face her better. “Your insides have to get rid of all that old skin inside. So it contracts to make it all fall off.”

The look on Mia’s face is of somehow who has had a question resolved.

You have to laugh for a second. “I’m trying to make it sound not scary, it’s not, but it sounds that way. It’s natural and it’s a pain in the ass, but it’s normal.”

“That’s what Royal said,” Mia sighs.

“He seemed really worried about you. Especially if he asked me to come over,” you chuckle.

Mia frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Your uncle and I haven’t exactly gotten along at work,” you tell her. “We’ve butted heads a few times.”

“You’re really pretty though, why wouldn’t he like you?”

Getting complimented by this little girl made your day. “Looks don’t always play into it. Your uncle may be good looking too, but I still would get aggravated with him.”

“Because he talks a lot?” Mia chirps.

You smile with pride. “You get it!”

You sit back and continue watching videos with her until Royal gets back. He sets down the laundry basket, all clothes perfectly folded and checks on Mia. “Well, you two look like your enjoying things.”

“She’s fun,” Mia says, removing the blanket from around her head, revealing hair just like her uncle’s, so very long and dark.

Royal’s smile is so sweet as he looks at her. “Well I may regret this, but she’s offered to take you out for lunch and maybe to that Ulta you like.”

Her eyes light up and she bounces to standing. “Really? Can I?”

“You just have to promise me to be a good girl while you’re out with her.” Royal says sternly. “She’s being very nice offering this.”

“You’re not going too?” Mia pouts.

Royal is charmed but surprised. “I figured you’d like some girl time. You don’t get it a lot you know?”

Mia is giving him the works, it’s very impressive how she can sway with just a look. “I want you to go too, is that okay?”

“Is that okay?” Royal asks you.

“You’re so pretty, you’ll fit right in.”

Mia cheers and jumps off the couch. “I’ll go get ready!” She races towards her room, shutting the door behind her.

Royal sighs. “She likes me I think.”

“She loves you,” you insist. “She called me pretty.”

Royal smirks. “Poor kid, must have bad eyesight.”

You stick your tongue out at him then stand. “I’m driving so you may want to be nice to me.”

Mia’s insists on just going through a drive through so she can be in Ulta longer. Once there, you let her lead the way, going through aisles of makeup. Royal has to approve what she picks out, but she gets to buy whatever she wants. While she’s looking at eyeshadow palettes Royal bumps your hip.

“How about dinner tonight?”

You smirk at him. “You aren’t sick of me yet?”

“Quite the opposite, I’m starting to like you.”

Whatever the vacuum of space feels like must be going on in your chest at that instant. You turn and look up at him with a curious smile. “Being bold?”

“I just don’t like playing games. If I like something, or someone, I’ll let them know. So what about dinner?” He asks again.

You point to Mia. “What about her?”

“She’ll eat her meal of course, then she’ll want to play with her new makeup all night. You and I can talk in the kitchen all night.” Royal gives you a look like Mia gave him, and by god, it was working.

“Okay,” you say unsurely. “I’m interested to see what the heck you’re all about.”

“Same here.” He steps forward as Mia comes running up with her chosen eyeshadow palette.

You go home after dropping them off so you finish some things up at the house. You take your dad out for a walk, then help your brother get things prepared for dinner.

“First date you’ve been on since you got here,” he teases.

“No,” you scoff at him. “Just dinner. He’s niece is gonna be there.”

“Sucker,” he chides.

“You suck,” you throw at him.

You return to Royal’s apartment where Mia lets you inside. Royal is at the stove cooking, and you notice both of them look a little bit different. “Did you try your new stuff Mia?” You ask.

“I did!” Mia announces joyously. She’s tried her hardest to imitate the videos she watches, but her technique is still new and heavy handed. Her eyeshadow is for sure bold and her contour needs some softening. You then look at Royal, seeing he’s got heavy blush and eyeliner on. You bite back your smile, knowing he’s done this for her.

“She’s got skill,” Royal won’t look directly up at you.

“Just gotta practice,” Mia says.

Royal and Mia wash their faces before dinner, but you can still evidence of the heavy handed eyeliner Mia had given him. After Mia has her meal she asks to go do her face again, which Royal allows. When she leaves, he pours wine for the both of you.

“I used to drink so much, now this is all I can handle most nights.” He says with some nostalgia tinting his voice.

“Wild celebrity parties?” You tease.

Royal rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles. “What about you? Aside from pretending to be a panda, what did you do before you came here?”

“I worked at a studio in a college town. Kind of rough, lots of stupidity, but the money was good and the neighborhood was surprisingly affordable. Lots of bars,” you make a face. “But I’ve grown out of that too, really loved it there.”

He gets a concerned look. “Why’d you move back then?”

You sigh heavily, letting that weight settle for a moment of seriousness. “I don’t like to talk about it, just like you. Work is where I go to leave it behind, but my dad is in the early stages of Alzhimer’s and my brother and I decided it would be best to be with him while he was still himself, take care of him while we could.” You take a drink of wine when you begin to feel like you could cry.

“I’m sorry,” Royal whispers. “That must be hard.”

“He’s tough,” you reply. “He’s got a good chance of being able to stay himself for a while.” You struggle to swallow down that painful lump in your throat. “We’re hoping we don’t have to put him anywhere though.”

“I understand.” Royal sips his wine. “Growing up sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Oh crap, it’s the worst.” You chuckle, relieved he’s slightly changed the subject. “I’m glad I get to do it though. Glad I get to be here for him. Lord knows he’s earned it.”

He smiles and swirls his glass. “Go ahead and ask me what you want to ask if you want to change the topic.”

You tuck your hair behind your ear. “What do you mean?”

“You know.”

You hear Mia laughing down the hall. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I don’t want to ask if you’re uncomfortable.”

“You can tell me, I can tell you.” He tops off both your glasses. “Mia’s mother, my sister, both of us were pretty wild kids. Ran with some pretty bad crowds. I got out, my sister, well, not so much.” He glances back towards Mia’s room, making sure she isn’t listening. “I got Mia five years ago. I never even knew she was alive.” He looks distraught and heavy, so you reach out and touch his hand.

“What happened?”

“Died,” he shakes his head then looks into your eyes. “In her sleep. Overdose,” he scoffs. “But I’ve told Mia is was just in her sleep so don’t-”

“Of course not,” you whisper. “So, you’ve had her for five years huh? How have you kept that secret from work?”

“I just say she’s my niece and they don’t really ask anymore questions than that. They just think we’re close.” He scowls. “I know hiding it is stupid, I just don’t like talking about it and the circumstances. Besides, I’ve only worked there two years now. Not like I’ve worked there the entire time.”

“I still think you should at least say you’re raising her,” you reply. “Might get more help if you do. Like, I know it’s not easy is it?”

“Terrifying,” he laughs. “I never wanted kids. Was never a thought. I had nothing, didn’t know anything, I still struggle obviously.”

You smile at him. “My dad wouldn’t even go down the aisle with me when I was first getting mine, so already I think you’re kind of impressive.”

The two of you talk for a while longer until it comes to be Mia’s bedtime. Royal walks you to the door, giving you a kiss on the cheek, which is a surprise, not a bad one at all though. The next day at work, you feel shy and almost cute around Royal, and he has a silly smile all day when he looks at you.

“Dolly,” he says during a break. “I need a sitter for my niece this weekend, would you and Lon be up for it?”

“Your niece?” Dolly says surprised. “Really?”

“I’m wanting to go on a date, so I need someone to watch her for a little while.” He looks at you and winks, which makes Dolly’s eyes widen.

“I’ll talk to Lon but sure,” she murmurs. “I didn’t know your niece lived with you.”

“Yeah, I’m raising her. Didn’t you know?” He teases.

Dolly looks at you curiously and shakes her head. “Had an inkling really.” After that Dolly teases you relentlessly about it. It isn’t until after work Royal comes out to ask you directly for the date.

“So what do you say?” He asks. “I’ll take you out somewhere nice. Maybe see a movie. Depending on how nice Dolly and Lon are.”

“Sure. I’ll try anything once.”

You go out with him Saturday to a seafood place where they have all you can eat crab legs. You end up having a good night, eating until you could go into a coma and laughing with him. For the first time, you end up enjoying his long stories. He kisses you when he takes you home, a real actual kiss that has your toes curl.

“You’re good at that,” you whisper, lips still warm.

“Lots of practice..” He plants a softer kiss before he parts. “Talk to you later?”

“Sure.” You end up messaging until you fall asleep early in the morning. You can’t believe it, but you’re actually falling for the guy you couldn’t stand a week ago. The two of you go on a few more dates, you hang out with Mia sometimes to watch movies and have dinner. One weekend, Dolly and Lon have offered to take Mia for the weekend since Lon’s brother works for the amusement park and gets free tickets, they want to take her. So Royal invites you to his place for the weekend.

You’re a bit nervous but bubbling with excitement. It’s been hard to schedule time alone together, especially not for a sleepover. Since he has Mia, you’ve both wanted to go slow on that end of things, but now it’s getting hard to hold back. Heavy petting has steamed up your cars a few times.

You arrive at Royal’s apartment with an overnight bag just before dinner. He looks so good when he answers the door, his hair is down, wavy from the braid Mia had given him. “Come on in.” He steps aside, seeing you wearing a baggy hoodie and your hair tied up. “You look comfy.”

“It’s just cold out.” Once you set your things aside, you give him a real show. Pulling off the hoodie you reveal your leather bralette covered by a mesh crop top, and matching leather shorts with fishnets underneath. You revel in his gaze, feeling powerful as he stares longingly at you. You licks his lips, taking a breath as his tongue touches his tusk.

“You look great,” he breathes.

You smirk as you approach him, putting your arms around him then leaning into his chest. “Wanna take it off me?”

“How very dare you?” He breaks into a big grin. “What about dinner?”

“What about it?”

He moans in his throat then nods. “I can order take out.” He leads you back to his bedroom, throwing you down upon the bed and stipping off his shirt. He climbs on top of you, kissing you, touching you, unable to get enough of you. He then pulls back, taking a hair tie from around his wrist and tying his hair back. “Don’t want this getting in the way.”

You bite your lip, growing more excited as the heat between you grows. He comes back down, kissing you and biting your neck. His low voice vibrates through your ear, hungry and rough.

He takes off the mesh crop top first, admiring you in just the leather barlette before he kisses your chest and belly. He pulls down the zipper of your skirt, tugging it down to see another enthralling sight.

“No panties?” He breathes in awe.

“I didn’t think we’d be going anywhere.” You grin down at him, seeing some of your black lipstick has rubbed off on his face and lips. “You like?”

He touches you through the fishnet, rubbing your vulva as his smile becomes a horny pout. “How’d you know I love a woman in fishnet.”

“You said you were Emo in high school.” You sit up with a grin upon your face. “I figured it was a given.” You kiss him more, pulling him in close, grabbing his ponytail and pulling. He moans with the tug, so you sharply yank again to hear him cry out louder.

“Easy girl,” he snarls a warning. “Not many people get to pull my hair.”

Giggling you bite his cheek. “There’s only me here, so I hope not.”

He laughs, kissing you sweetly again until your back upon the bed. You hitch your legs up, capturing his waist between your thighs. His weight lays upon you, perhaps one of your most favorite sensations. You can also feel him through his pants, another exciting feeling. Stroking your hands down his chest, you reach for his belt and buckle. You tug and unzip, freeing him so only his underwear is in the way.

“I wore panties,” he teases.

“If you wore panties I might get more excited.” You grab the bulge tenting the cotton fabric. “Better visual and all.”

He moans as you touch him, moving his hips forward so he presses more firmly against your palm. “Do you mind keeping the fish nets on?”

You knew it. “Why do you think I wore cheap ones?”

He rips the fishnets at your groin, creating a hole for easy access. Once he kicks off his pants and underwear you sense a hint of tension in the room. You stare up at him, waiting for him to move. Instead he gazes at you, looking tender and beautiful.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Just thinking,” he licks his lips. “Excited, but I don’t want to get too excited,” he laughs.

“Well, if you do get too excited, you still got other things that’ll work, ya know?” You pull him down. “Now come here.”

He lays on you again, moving himself so that when he fits between your legs, you feel him hard and warm against your belly. You moan softly for him, making him twitch. He moves again, angling himself through the fishnet until he finds wet, soft purchase. He scoops his hands under your hips, better angling you. His tip kisses against you, pulling back then kissing again. He adjusts himself, pressing harder so you open up, taking him inside. You moan loudly, throwing your head back as you feel him glide inside you. You love that feeling, that first penetration that opens and awakens you.

“So damn good,” he moans. “You feel so fucking sweet.”

You look up at him. He was chatty as it was, but was he one of those types too? You squeeze around him and his voice cracks as he gasps. He moans loudly and whispers under his breath. “Such a good girl.”

Good girl was it? You kiss down his neck, biting and licking. His hips move, all the while he moans to you, telling you what a good girl you are, how beautiful you look. It’s kind of nice to hear it.

“Keep going,” you coax him. “Fuck me.”

“You sound like an angel!” He gasps, his hips jerk, going deeper and making you whine. “You like that? You want more?”

You nod, looking down to see him pull almost all the way out then press deeply back inside. You cry out, throwing your head back against the pillow.

“I’m going to make you come,” he growls. “I want to see how beautiful you look when you take all of me.”

“Fuck me!” You cry out. “Please!”

“Good girl,” he breathes, going faster and harder. “You take me so good. You feel so fucking sweet.”

You grab him, pulling him back down to you so you can kiss him. You reach for his hair, pulling it so he cries out. Her jerks harder, sharper, beating your hips into his bed. He shudders, moaning against your lips. You can feel it in his veins that he’s close. Then, he touches your clit, rubbing it despite his desperate motions. Even as he jerks and snarls, his voice coming out deep and urgent, he rubs your clit, making your knees go weak and your legs kick.

You feel dizzy for a while after, but you could watch the ceiling sound or hours if it always felt this good. You grin giddily as Royal rests on top of you. He groans and kisses your chest, slowly rolling over onto his back.

“You seem content,” you purr.

“You?” He asks.

“Once the room stops spinning.” You smirk to yourself.

“Same,” he chuckles.

After a while, you both snuggle close together, giggling and talking until Royal orders takeout. You then get your bag, changing into something comfy while you cuddle.

“It’s kind of cold out, don’t you think?” You ask.

Royal stretches and pops his back. “What makes you say that?”

You offer him a photograph, showing you as a teen with that awful eyeliner. He breaks into a grin. “You look...nice.”

“Don’t lie,” you laugh at him.

He grabs a book off the top of his dresser and hands it to you, opening it up to a picture of him. “Oh my god.”

“Told you,” he kisses your cheek. He places your picture next to his. “What a couple.”

You smile and kiss him. “Meant to be when you see them side by side.”

Royal hugs you, stroking your back. “I’m really falling for you,” he whispers.

“Me too,” you look into his eyes. “I like you so much, more than that.” You break into a grin. “Never thought I would but...glad it changed.”

“Yeah, me too.” He holds you tight until the doorbell rings. “Ugh fine, let’s go eat.”

You give him one last kiss before you leave the bedroom and glance to the pictures of your panda eyeliner and his crazy Emo hair. Put together you two really did make a cute pair, even back then.