[If Rinne's enjoying this too much, he doesn't care. The cool mountain air is nothing to their shared body heat. His wet lips brush against the cartilage of her ear as he asks with a drawl,]

Please, what? I can't do it unless you tell me.

[If Ai takes a while to answer, that's okay. For once, Rinne doesn't want her to. Instead, he cackles.]

Nah. I know what to do.

[He's going to make her human — just like him. Just like they always were.

He bends her over the low table, her knees firmly on the futon and her bare flushed chest on the cool surface. His fingers press down on her soft bottom lip. Does she like being filled here, too? Either way, Rinne isn't worried like he was anymore. Like him, Ai wants it — all of it.]

Get ready, Ai. Our children are gonna be soooo fucking cute.

[Rinne slides his fingers into her mouth, and his hips pick up the pace. Sweat drips from his chest to roll down Ai's back to remind her who she chose to lay with for the next three days and nights. If Ai has anything to say about it, it will likely come after he's done spilling his heat with a force desperate to make her his.]