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"Let's just got home and... clean this blood off..."
They didn't wait for the lousy indoor plumbing to finish heating the water, getting under the shower after stripping off their lumberjack-blood-soiled clothes in record time. Moxxie got in first and pulled Millie against himself, their bodies melding in a full embrace, the imp's tail curled around his hand entwining with his wife's, barely feeling the icy water from their heated kiss, ending up snuggling against a wet corner.
It was these moments they enjoyed immensely, not only because the bathroom was the only place in the apartment without windows that Blitzø could never sneak through, but because it brought back memories of them frolicking in the secluded volcanic steam pits in Wrath, or when they were in that filthy apartment room in Pentagram City on their way to Imp City to start a new life together, having to take showers together under that miserable trickle of water down that pipe embedded in the wall. At that moment it was just the two of them, lost in their memories, in the bliss of being together with Satan's blessing for an entire year, hoping to be many more...
"Humm, squeeze me tight, Mox..." Millie murmured pulling slightly away from her husband's lips, moaning as she felt his head sink between her breasts. The male sniper sighed as he rubbed his face into her warmth and felt her heart pounding uncontrollably, inhaling her scent of blood. He cupped her breasts gently as he left a trail of kisses from her neck to the curve of her collarbone just below her shoulder. Millie kept shuddering, tangling her claws through his white hair, sighing contentedly.
No matter how much they wiped the blood off each mission by taking showers together, a trace of that scent had permanently permeated the skin of the other, more so on her as she sprayed the blood of her victims with each stab and cut to them, but Moxxie had found it comforting every time he smelled it whenever they hugged or cuddled in the bed; Millie said the same thing when she smelled the perpetual scent of gunpowder on him. He inhaled deeply again, not giving a damn that his wife didn't exactly smell of flowers and sweets but blood and death. His claws traced the damp skin of her sides and then moved up to her breasts, squeezing them and making her moan louder.
"What... A what time is the reservation at Ozzie's?" Millie asked him between gasps, massaging his scalp, Moxxie lifted his smiling face from between her breasts, licking his lips shamelessly.
"Eight o'clock. So we have some time to get ready. Will you wear that dress you bought a couple months ago?" Moxxie asked her in turn. Millie smirked.
"Very suitable, isn't it? With a heart cut, very pretty. Perfect for the Lust atmosphere."
"I couldn't agree more." Moxxie murmured sliding a claw across the area of her stomach that would be exposed in that gorgeous dress. "You can still go with your work clothes and you'd look divine." With his tail he grabbed the soap, rubbing it then between his hands. "Turn around."
Millie giggled and turned around, wiggling seductively her plump ass to his delight. Her husband fondly lathered her entire back and legs, taking time with the white scars of her leg, courtesy of that bear trap after the fight with Striker, but that didn't detract beauty from her glorious, toned body. Then Moxxie went up and massaged the pretty dimples just above her buttocks. Millie closed her eyes and sighed. "Have I told you how good you are with your hands?"
"...You haven't today." The male imp laughed, placing a kiss on the back of her neck after pushing her hair away. Millie shuddered and turned again to squeeze him eagerly in her arms, taking the soap from his hands to caress his chest and stomach covered in white hair, reaching down to lather his member a little and then sticking fully to him, wrapping her thick thighs around him to rub herself directly against his rigid length. "Oooh, Millie..." Moxxie growled, closing his eyes. He tightened his claws on her meaty hips, rubbing himself against her in turn. "Damn, it feels so good, you're so magnificent..." he murmured between gasps, sinking his face into the hollow of her neck, muffling his voice. "...I'm the happiest man in Hell just having you here."
The pink blushes on Millie's cheeks were even more intense. She loved so much the sounds he made, the movements he made against her, the pleasure he brought her, practically anything to do with him. She loved Moxxie so much, that he turned her heart and insides pure melted putty... Today marked one year since she had agreed to be his wife, feeling so proud that she belonged to him and that in turn he was completely hers. This sweet, determined and brave little imp, whose good heart was as great as his knowledge of firearms.
She clung even more desperately against her husband between shivers, her breath beginning to come out in soft gasps. "Ahh... Moxxie, I'm also happy that you're here.... You always... You always make me feel so... special... You make me so happy." she whispered lovingly.
The heat of the falling water was no match for the enveloping warmth of her thighs against his cock, almost unbearable. Moxxie kissed Millie again, his claws squeezing her buttocks as he continued to rub against her slippery entrance. Every movement of their soapy, intertwined bodies was accompanied by lustful moans, both of their names emerging between gasps like a desperate litany for more contact, for more heat... It only remained for them to fuck right there, but right now the heat of their genitals rubbing together was enough to fill them for now, something delicious to keep their inner beasts calm for the moment, manifesting itself with a hot gush of their genitals, slipping through the hot water and soap residue. They had to lean back against the tiled corner of the bathroom again to keep from collapsing on the floor. Millie purred softly, feeling his cum sliding down her fleshy thighs; She looked up at him and her smile widened as she saw the sparkle in his golden eyes.
"I love you, Mox. More than I can express as you usually do." she murmured kissing him again.
"I love you too, Millie," Moxxie replied softly after pulling away slightly, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "Forever. I hope we can be together no matter what life, work, Blitz and the craziness that comes with it." Millie laughed at his comment. "Ready to have some fun tonight?"
"More than ready, sweetie!"
As they left they were surprised to see the clock on the wall in the hallway. They had only spent a little over half an hour in the bathroom? They laughed, going to their room to get ready for this wonderful Anniversary night, no matter what unpleasant surprise they might find.