“Oh!  Ori, dearest, can you take these home with you?”

Ingo picked a box up off the other side of his desk and passed it to his girlfriend, who was getting ready to leave.

“Ooh, Chocolates?” Oriana asked.  Out of curiosity, she immediately lifted the lid to peek.  “What’s this?”

There was a small card on the inside that she reached for before Ingo could stop her.  He winced when he saw her smile fading as her eyes skimmed the note.  Some of his and his brother’s fans were a little… overzealous.  Even when he was single, he typically tossed flirty cards out or let Emmet keep them.  He told his twin to take this one earlier, but he must not have gotten to it.  He pulled the card from her fingers and placed it to the side before reaching for her hand.

“It’s just a gift from one of our fans, Oriana,” he told her.  “They send us sweets and snacks all the time.”

“I know,” she mumbled.

“Even so…  I want to assure you, you’re the only one I love.”  He pulled her into his lap, pressing his nose to her cheek.  “You know that, right, Orio?”

A bashful nod followed.

“I just never realized trainers could be so popular.  These look so expensive,” she said.  “And they smell expensive.  It blows my mind to spend so much on a stranger…”

“Well, no matter how expensive they may be, I can’t be bought.  You’re my favorite sweet anyway.”

She rolled her eyes as he squeezed her and kissed along her jaw, attempting to ignore the pink spreading across her cheeks.

“You can have them, if you’d like, dear,” he said.  “I really shouldn’t be eating all that chocolate and Emmet doesn’t want any.”

After a second of side-eyeing the candy, she plucked one out of the box and popped it into her mouth.  Her eyes went wide as she chewed.

“Mm…  Are you sure?” she asked as she reached for another.  Instead of eating it, she brought it to his lips.  “You should try one.  They’re really good.”

With a small blush, Ingo opened his mouth, allowing his girlfriend to feed him the chocolate.  Oriana was right.  The chocolate was incredible.  The taste was heavenly as it melted on his tongue.

“Those are good.  What brand is that?” he asked.

Oriana picked up the lid to check out the logo.

“Huh.  Never heard of them before.”

“Me either, but I might have to remember for our anniversary,” said Ingo, causing her to erupt into laughter.  “One more, then you have to get them away from me.”

“Sounds like a hint for me instead,” she giggled, grabbing another candy to feed to him.  This one tasted even better than the last.  It was so satisfying to his sweet tooth; he was unable to hold back the slight moan from the taste.  Unfortunately, Emmet decided to come back from lunch in that exact moment.

“Oh,” the younger twin said as his grin cracked.  “Am I interrupting something?”

“No!” Ingo responded, perhaps a little too frantically.  “No, not at all.  Oriana was just about to leave.  I was telling her she could take our chocolate home with her.”

“Did you want one before I take them home, Emmet?” she asked as got to her feet.

“Nope,” he said.  “No, thank you.  Box chocolates are always far too sweet for my tastes.”

With a nod, she went to place the lid back on the box.  Ingo managed to sneak one more piece out before she closed it and popped it into his mouth, causing her to giggle again.

“Oh.  Here’s your card,” he said to his brother, sliding it to the edge of his desk.

“I guess word has not gotten out that he’s no longer Nimbasa’s most eligible bachelor,” Emmet said to Oriana as he stuck it in his breast pocket.  “I have to flirt back with all these lovely fans myself.”

“You always did that anyway.”

Emmet laughed.  “I suppose I did.”

“Well, I’ll be on my way,” Oriana said.  She leaned down to peck Ingo’s lips.  “See you when you get home.”

“See you tonight, Orio.”

“Bye, Ori!”

“Later, Em.”

She waved at the two of them as she left the office, box of chocolates in hand.

Near the end of her relatively short walk home, a wave of dizziness washed over.  One might could chalk it up to the warm weather this time of year, but she’d previously lived on islands like Lental and Alola that had stayed much hotter year-round.  She tried to reason that perhaps her body had gotten used to the milder temperatures of Unova.  This didn’t seem right, considering most days when Unovians were wearing as little as possible, she was still comfortable in long-sleeves.  In fact, she had been wearing a cardigan that she slipped off and tied around her waist so she wouldn’t faint on the last leg of her walk.

Oriana was looking forward to the relief of being home, but indoors was just as bad.  It made no sense how the inside of their apartment felt no better than being outside.  She sat the box of chocolates on the coffee table and quickly went to check the thermostat.  The temperature was right where it had been set, but she was sweating profusely.  Was it broken?  She located a vent and stuck her hand in front of it.  The cool breeze of the air conditioning on her skin caused goosebumps and she audibly gasped.  The sensation had her catching her bottom lip between her teeth as a shiver ran down her spine.  This heat seemingly made her skin so sensitive that even the lightest touch was erotic.  The thought crossed her mind that she really needed to get laid if that was exciting to her, and she laughed at herself because of it.  Ingo was neglecting or disappointing her by no means whatsoever, but she still felt so pent up.  She shook her swimming head and seated herself on the couch to cool down.

She hoped she wasn’t pregnant.  This wasn’t a symptom of pregnancy, was it?  She didn’t feel nauseous just… hot and bothered.  She couldn’t bear going out into public to buy a test in this state, and she’d be damned if she asked Ingo to do it on his way home.  He might get ideas.  Maybe it wasn’t hormones; maybe it was just a reaction to something she had eaten.  She doubted that toast and jam would cause such turmoil on her body, and the lunch she and Ingo had moments ago was nothing more than last night’s leftovers.  She felt no such way yesterday evening after eating the same meal for dinner.

Her mind momentarily got hung up on the lunch break she just shared with her boyfriend.  Heat flourished within her as she remembered him pulling her into his lap to assure her before she left.  Her hand gravitated between her legs as she thought about how handsome he was and gentle he had been with her.  Her heart revved at the memory of his lips around those same fingers she touched herself with as she fed him that chocolate.

Oriana sat straight up.

The chocolate!

It had to be that chocolate.  It was just a guess, but she didn’t feel strange until after eating it.  It was the only thing she’d eaten that was out of the ordinary.  She huffed, knowing she had a bad feeling about that card.  It just rubbed her the wrong way.  She knew if she mentioned this to Ingo without any proof, he may just think she was jealous of his fans sending him gifts.  She stormed to the bedroom to find her laptop and quickly searched the name of the brand.  Clicking on the first link brought her to a website that sported the same logo as the box.  Her lip twitched as she read the description. 

Increase your desire.  Enhance your satisfaction.  Stimulate the senses and arouse romantic tendencies.

She scoffed and shut the lid of her computer.  If she found the fucking pervert that sent her boyfriend what was essentially drugged chocolates, he wouldn’t be able to hold her back.

She froze.

Her boyfriend.

Ingo had some chocolate, too.  Way more than her, in fact.  The recommended serving size was one every four hours according to the website.  If she remembered correctly, Ingo had consumed three.   Her face grew flushed as dirty thoughts swirled in her head of how aroused he could be currently.  She hoped like hell he wasn’t running a line as she dialed his number.  She held her breath as the phone rang.  After a few rings, he picked up.

“Oriana…”

The breathy sound of him saying her name caused her breathing to hitch.  She mouthed for a moment before she was finally able to speak to him.

“Just…  Just got home,” she started, trying her best not to sound as sensual as he did.  “Are you, um… doing okay?  You sound…”

The sound of him swallowing harshly was loud and clear.  She could just imagine his Adam’s apple bobbing and it made her own throat dry.

“I… I can’t talk to you right now, dear,” he said. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry…  Just hearing your voice… makes me want to come home to you.  I’ve got work to do.”

He sounded so desperate, so needy.  She couldn’t help rubbing herself through her panties as she spoke to him.

“Ingo, that’s why I called, actually,” she said.  It was difficult to talk when she knew how hard she was making him just by speaking.  “I needed to tell you…  There was something in the chocolate.”

“…  What kind of something?”

Her brain felt dulled by arousal.  She was too distracted by the low rumble of his voice to respond immediately.

“What kind of something, Oriana?” he repeated.  “What was in the chocolate?”

“A-An aphrodisiac,” she blurted out. 

“What?  What makes you think that?”

“I started feeling weird too on my way home, and I looked up the brand,” she said.  “That so-called fan of yours sent you gourmet sex chocolate.”

It was quiet, but Oriana heard Ingo swear under his breath on the other end of the line.  He only did so when he was extremely angry or extremely horny, and she had a feeling it was a mix of both at the moment.

“Please, come home, Ingo,” she begged.  “I think it’d be best if you came home.”

Ingo huffed at this suggestion.

“I… I can’t leave work because I’m… in a mood.  That’s unprofessional.”

“Oh, don’t be stubborn,” she said.  “I’m sure walking around with a boner is highly professional.”

“No one can see it,” he retorted.

It took a moment for her to process his response, and when she did, her jaw dropped.

“So, you do have one?”

This question was met with silence.  The mental image of his tented slacks left her light-headed.  She longed to be with him.  She shook her head, trying to think clearly enough to convince him to come home.

“Even if you’ve got your coat buttoned up, which is suspicious as hell this time of year, Emmet will know there’s something wrong with you.  And your voice!  You sound like you’re on the verge of c-…”

“Enough, Oriana!”

Her thighs clamped around her hand from him raising his voice.  Now she was on the verge of cumming from being chided like a child by him.

“I understand you’re… in need, but you are well aware it’s both disrespectful and inappropriate to toy with me like this at work,” he said.  “I’ll be off work soon enough.  Find something else to occupy yourself until then.  You can be patient for me, can’t you?”

She doubted it was on purpose since he obviously was agitated, but he knew it turned her on worse when he took that dominant tone with her.  Whatever the case, her reply was very much on purpose.

“Yes, sir,” she said so innocently.  She smiled to herself upon hearing him suck in a breath, but lost that smile with his next words.

“Good… Good girl.”

If they weren’t before, her panties were absolutely soaked now. 

“Ingo…”

His name came out as a whine.  Her body was aching for him.  The throbbing between her legs was excruciating without him there to take care of her.

“Shh…  I have to go now, Oriana.”

She whimpered, but resigned herself to the fact that he would not budge.  “Love you.”

Ingo responded with a strained “I love you, too” before ending the call.

Oriana sat her phone down and swallowed hard.  He was obviously affected by it, considering his tone, but perhaps he didn’t have nearly as bad of a reaction as she thought if he felt that he could stay at work.  That man did have the restraint of a saint.  She very much did not.  She couldn’t wait for him to come home later that evening, especially not after that call.  She needed some relief right then. 

Grumbling, she got on the floor and pulled out the case she kept under the bed.  She cursed herself for having a lock on it because now she was too horny to access her toys inside.  Tears of frustration filled her eyes.  Her foggy, lust-addled mind could hardly remember the combination.  It made sense when she was travelling constantly, but it’d be smarter to put them in something more accessible when at home.  That brilliant idea never crossed her mind, because she really didn’t have much of a use for them with Ingo around.  By some miracle, she was able to recall the combination being the Pokédex number of her favorite one.  She was embarrassed of herself for forgetting what that number was in the moment, but a quick search was able to give her the answer.  It may have taken longer than necessary to dial 7-2-2, but once she did, she grabbed the biggest vibrator she had and climbed back on the bed.

Even as overheated as she was, she couldn’t be bothered to strip down.  She instead hiked her skirt up, discarded her tights and panties, and plunged the vibrator inside of herself.  She pressed a button and was pleasantly surprised that the battery still had juice.  She couldn’t recall the last time she charged it, but knew it had to be quite some time ago.  The vibrations started off low, which was just enough to agitate her.  She cycled through the settings, settling on the highest one.  It was an improvement, but barely helped.  It was nothing compared to the feeling of a real man.  It was nothing compared to Ingo. 

Ingo…

She sunk into the pillows when he crossed her mind.  She could smell his cologne lingering on the fabric.  If only he was here, she thought to herself.  Her eyes fluttered shut and conjured a fantasy of him making love to her.  She bit her lip and drove the toy harder into herself, pretending it was his cock filling her instead.  The first climax came rather quickly when visions of him entered the picture.  Instead of feeling sated, she was even hornier than before.  Frustrated, she began to work herself up to another. 

This process repeated.  Oriana was so focused on pleasure that she wasn’t able to keep track of how many times she’d gotten herself off.  She was so distracted chasing her next high in an attempt to take the edge off; she didn’t know that she wasn’t alone until pounding on the door dragged her out of her trance.

“Oriana!  Unlock the door this instant.”

Upon hearing Ingo’s growl of a demand, she tossed her toy to the side and scrambled to her feet, only taking a second to pull her skirt back down just in case he wasn’t alone.  Glancing at the alarm clock, she noted that not much time had passed since calling him.  Her heart was pounding and her core was throbbing at the sound of his breathing on the other side of the door.  She fumbled with the locked knob before swinging it open. 

Ingo was sweating bullets.  His untucked shirt had turned translucent from perspiration.  His coat, hat and gloves had been discarded somewhere between the front door and the bedroom door.  His tie was loosened, and his belt unbuckled.  Each labored breath caused his chest to heave.  Oriana was paralyzed by his gaze on her.  She’d never seen such a wild, ravenous look in those eyes.  She could feel her slick coating the inside of her thighs, only growing wetter as the seconds dragged.  Before she could speak, he pushed her back into the room, slamming the door behind himself.

He took her face in his hands to meld their mouths together before one came behind her to untie her hair.  Without parting from her, his fingers combed through the pink tresses.  When his tongue slipped between her lips, she got over her being stunned and began kissing him back.  The way he kissed with more ferocity than she believed he was capable of was breathtaking to her.  The smacks of their wet, sloppy kiss combined with small moans filled the bedroom and only served to edge both of them on.  Her knees buckled, but his hold on her kept her upright.  She felt his hands everywhere as he backed her towards the bed.  When the back of her legs met the edge of the mattress, Ingo pushed her down onto it.

Oriana gasped when he actually tore her blouse open to plant his face in her chest.  His fists let go of her ruined top to knead her breasts through the cups of her bra.  He squeezed his eyes shut as he squeezed her tits.

“Oh, my God, Oriana,” he groaned.  “I-I apologize.  I’m trying…  Not to…”

Opening his eyes resulted in a half-lidded gaze up at her.  His hands roamed from her chest behind her back to unfasten the clasps of her bra, slipping her torn top off before pulling the undergarment away from her body.  Palms found her now bare breasts.

“I shouldn’t behave like this,” he said, lowering his face to her cleavage again.  “I really shouldn’t…”

She wanted to tell him it was more than okay, but couldn’t get anything other than gasps and tiny squeaks of pleasure out.  She tensed and arched her back as he planted kisses along her sternum and on either of her breasts, nipping and sucking at the skin liberally, ensuring she would be peppered with hickeys by tomorrow.

“Fuck,” he exhaled.  “Forgive me.  You’re too perfect.  I can’t help…”

One of his hands smoothed down her body and snaked under her skirt.  He squeezed one of her plush thighs before his long, slender fingers pressed inside of her.  They weren’t anywhere near as thick or filling as the toy she had been using, but he drew them in and out of her with piston-like precision that had her melting beneath him.

“I tried, Orio.  I thought I could stay.  I tried so hard, but I couldn’t be without you another minute,” he murmured while mouthing at her chest.  “But now that I’m here…”

He sunk to his knees.  She instinctively spread her legs wider for him, causing her skirt to bunch up at her hips.  Silver eyes raked over her indecency and admired the way she clenched around his fingers.  While doing so, he tried to pleasure himself with the heel of his other hand’s palm.

Without warning, he withdrew his fingers.  She wasn’t given a chance to whimper over the excruciating emptiness before he lowered his face between her legs.  He brought his nose to her sex and breathed deeply.

“Fuck, Oriana,” he groaned.  “You smell so good.”

Hands gripped the underside of her thighs and angled her lower half upwards for easier access as he began running his tongue along her slit. 

“You taste so good, so sweet,” he lifted his face to say.  “God, it’s likely I could cum just from this right now.”

A strangled cry rose from her throat as he began mercilessly eating her out.  It was obvious he was enjoying himself judging by the way he was moaning against her folds.  He was making her feel so good, but Oriana needed more.  She needed to be filled, and his tongue just wasn’t going to cut it.  His fingers wouldn’t do the trick, and neither would some toy.  She needed his thick, throbbing cock ramming into her.

“Fuck…  Fuck me,” she pleaded.  There wasn’t much hair to tug, but she still tried to pull him off of her by grabbing the short silver strands.  “Please, no more!  I need you!  Fuck me, please, Ingo!”

He lifted his head to shake it, causing her to whine.

“I shouldn’t.  I won’t be able to control myself.  I’m already out of line.”  His voice was so strained as he admitted this.  “As badly as I want to, and my God, you don’t know how badly I want to, I-I fear I’d have no restraint.  I don’t want to hurt you.”

She responded with a choked sob.  Unable to stand seeing her cry, he crawled up beside her to comfort her.  His body was right against hers as he sensually kissed each teardrop away.  Even if he was still attempting to hold out, his need was fighting him.  The friction of rocking against her thigh as he soothed her felt too good, but it was enough to drive Oriana insane.  Ingo was distracted; it was far too easy to overtake him.  He looked so betrayed when she pinned him beneath her.

“Don’t do it, Oriana,” he warned her as she reached for the button of his pants.  “For your sake, do not take any this further.  I fear if you board, there will be no terminus in sight.”

His words did not faze her.  The pants were unbuttoned and she dragged the zipper down. 

“Oriana, y-… Ooh, fuck…”

Ingo shuddered upon feeling of the soaked fabric of his boxers being exposed to the cool bedroom air as she pulled away his slacks.  His cock was so sensitive at this point, even something as small as that was torture for him.

“Y-You don’t realize what you’re getting us into.  Stop.  Pull the brakes while you still can.”

When her fingertips brushed the waistband of his boxers, Ingo gripped her wrists to stop her.  With him still restraining her, she managed to defiantly scoot herself right atop his erection.  His eyes rolled back as she ground her hips against his.

“Ori!”

She smirked in triumph, but her dominance over him was short-lived.  Before she realized it, she was pressed face-down against the mattress, pinned to the bed by her wrists.  She was so wet that he was met with no resistance when he pushed into her.  He bottomed out with the first thrust, and his hands left her wrists to grab her hips.  With this hold on her, he began to properly fuck her.  The searing heat of cock inside of her was the closest she had gotten to satisfaction since this began.  The most wanton moan left her as he fucked her with wild abandon.  Her fists gripped the duvet, knuckles turning white as she cried out in pleasure.

“Sorry, Oriana,” he panted.  His pace wasn’t hindered by speaking.  “Sorry to be so rough, dear.  I-I can’t…  Stop…  Need you so bad I can’t stand it.”

There were no thoughts in her head.  She was aware of nothing but how hard Ingo was pounding her into the bed.  The mattress squeaked.  Despite being screwed in place, the headboard was bumping against the wall as well.  The deep, heady musk of sex surrounded and intoxicated her, driving her delirious with pleasure.  The crown of his cock repeatedly stimulated the exact tender spot inside that had been aching for him since consuming the aphrodisiac earlier.

“Your pretty pussy takes me so well, Oriana,” Ingo purred into her ear.  “So very well…  Forgive my language, but I can’t think of a better way to express it.  It feels…  so much more divine than anything else…  So perfect… Made for me…  I could fuck your perfect little hole all night.”

The explicit compliment from Ingo had her clenching around him.  He was never so vulgar, never so assertive.  Nothing could have prepared Oriana for his behavior, and it wasn’t unwelcomed in the slightest.  She closed her eyes and enjoyed it while it lasted.

With both of their bodies as erogenous zones, the tension between them quickly reached a peak.  Sharp juts signified Ingo was drawing close, and his heavy panting and twitching cock only further proved that point.  Oriana buried her face into the mattress, raising her hips to allow him to hit it harder.

“Going to cum, Orio,” he warned her.  “Going to pump it all into you.  Hope you’ve been good about your pills…”

His intent may have been to push Oriana over the edge with this statement, but she could feel the effect his words had on him as soon as they fell from his lips.  He rested his forehead between her shoulder blades through his erratic thrusts.  Not long after, he held her hips in place as he came.  His delicious moans against her back as he spilled inside of her were just what she needed to get off again.  This orgasm was much more satisfying than the ones before he got home.  Though she still felt the heat burning deep within her, it felt partially extinguished thanks to him.

Oriana was barely given a moment to recover, barely able to revel in the afterglow before Ingo rolled her onto her back.  She started to whine from being disturbed, but Ingo speaking up silenced her.

“I’m not done.”

Her eyes cracked open.  She caught him as he kicked away his pants and rid himself of his button-up and undershirt.

“What?” she asked in disbelief.

“I said I’m not done,” he repeated, unzipping her skirt and ridding her of it too.

“H-How?”

She looked down between their legs.  Sure enough, his cock was standing stiff and proud despite cumming mere seconds before.  Whatever was in their systems must have abolished his refractory period.  Her heart pounded with this realization.  Eyes went wide as they locked with his.  He stared right back at her as he pressed his length into her again.

“You’re in for a long afternoon, Orio,” said Ingo, slowly filling her as he looked into her eyes.  “And perhaps a long night.  I don’t care if the neighbors complain.  I don’t care if my brother comes home and hears us going at for hours.  I don’t care if we ruin the sheets or break the bed.  I’m not stopping until I physically cannot go on.  Every fiber of my being craves you.”

Contact was kept until she threw her head back and her eyes fluttered shut from the feeling of the tip of his cock brushing her cervix.  He leaned in, holding and kissing her jaw as he began rolling his hips again.

“But I’m sure that’s what you want, isn’t it?” he whispered into her ear.  “I told you if you got me started, there’d be no end in sight.  You want to be my little wreck.  You want to walk around for days with proof of what I’ve done with you...  But I don’t think you’ll be walking after this ride ends.”

Ingo smashed his mouth to hers again.  She could taste herself on his tongue as he forced it past her lips.  All the while, his hands ran down her body before settling at her legs and lifting them.  His moans were barely contained by the kiss they shared as he used his leverage to drill into her deeper.

Oversensitive couldn’t begin to describe how Oriana was feeling as Ingo fucked her.  Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from how overwhelmed by pleasure she had become.  She wrapped her legs around his hips.  One hand ended up in his hair, the other gripped his back.  She felt the warmth of Ingo’s breath against her skin between feeling him marking her neck and shoulder with more love bites.  Everything stacked up against her.  She whimpered his name as her climax approached, and he shushed her before locking lips again.  He kissed her through her orgasm, silencing her cries of ecstacy with his kiss.  He continued rocking against her, chasing his own through hers.  He broke the kiss to look at where their bodies were joined.  He chewed his lip as he watched his cock, glistening from both her cum and his, plunge into her over and over.  Watching this explicit sight made him shudder.  His hips stilled and he released his seed deep inside of her once again.

Ingo collapsed by her side afterwards, holding a hand over his chest as he caught his breath.  Oriana believed she may have been off the hook since he needed a rest, but after a moment, he pulled her on top of him.

“Oriana, I’m curious…  What were you going to do earlier?” he asked.  She tilted her head.  “When you got all cocky, dear.  When you tried to pin me to the bed.”

It was then she realized he had put her back in the position she had been in when she pushed him too far.  She couldn’t bring herself to do anything but look down at him.  It was difficult for her to believe it was physically possible for him to be hard again so soon.  There was no way she’d be able to keep up at this point.

“Go on, Oriana.  Now’s not the time to get shy.  I believe you were going to ride my cock to please yourself, weren’t you?”  He sounded so smug.  He looked so smug.  He was right; he knew it.  He was rubbing it in that she didn’t know what she was getting herself into when she coaxed him.  “Here, I’ll help you.”

When she made no moves, Ingo’s hands found her waist to guide her.  Her palms landed on his chest to keep herself steady, and she sunk onto his cock.  Even after everything, it still felt so good to be filled by him.  With his assistance, she began to ride him, weakly bouncing on his lap.  Though she was trying to please, it was clear that the effects of the chocolate were beginning to wear off of her.  Her motions were uncoordinated and sluggish, causing him to laugh.

“Are you getting exhausted?” taunted Ingo.  His hand came up to tuck her hair behind her ear, then knuckles brushed her cheek.  “You’re supposed to have more energy than me, Orio.  You’re always the one begging me for more.”

“You had… more than me…”

“Maybe I should go grab that box and feed you a handful so you can keep up.”

As tempting as that sounded, she shook her head.  Her body was finally beginning to feel like the raging inferno that was her libido was dwindling down to something manageable and she didn’t want to fuel the flames.

“No?” he said, holding her in place.  “Then what do you want to do, my dearest?”

She took in a shaky breath.

“Just use me,” she mumbled, so quiet Ingo hardly heard what she said.

“What was that, Orio?”

“I know… I know you still need me,” she continued, just a little louder.  “I know it’s going to be a while until you’re done.  Just use me until you’re satisfied.”

Ingo sat up, keeping her in his lap.

“Are you positive?”

She bobbed her head.  He tilted her face up by her chin to read her expression.  It was clear she was past the point of exhaustion, but she was wearing a smirk regardless.  Though she may have been too worn out to be an active participant, she didn’t want to tap out just yet.

Ingo’s arms coiled around her waist and she draped her arms over his shoulders.  He held her tight as he began to thrust up into her.  He was nowhere near as tender as his typical self, but he was much gentler with her than he had been up until that point.

“It’s ironic… Is it not?” he told her.  She hummed an inquiry as his lips ghosted her neck.  He kissed below her jaw before answering.  “How a gift from someone else brought us closer than we’ve ever been.”

She laughed softly and nodded her head.

“You’re the one I love, Orio.  You’re the only one who can satisfy me,” he assured her for a second time that day.  An amused huff followed these words.  “You’re the one I’m going to make love to all night.”

Ingo was many things, but a liar he was not.  He was true to his word.  As he rose to shut off his alarm, Oriana stirred as well.  She couldn’t remember how long things lasted the night prior before she passed out from exhaustion.  She wasn’t even sure if he kept on after she fell asleep.  All she knew was that her entire body was sore, just like he promised.  She could hardly roll over.  Parts of her that she didn’t even know existed were aching.  It seemed that Ingo was in a similar state, considering how he groaned the moment he sat up.

“You awake?” he asked softly.  She nodded.  “How are you feeling?”

After a yawn, she said, “I can’t move.”

Ingo heaved a sigh as he brushed her hair out of her face.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I did warn you though, Orio.”

“I know, baby.”  She opened her eyes and smiled as she looked up at him.  “But it was so worth it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself yesterday, because I’m throwing the rest of them out,” he told her.

“Aw, really?” she said.

“Yes.  That was… excessive,” he sighed.  “It’s a wonder neither one of us ended up in the hospital.  That couldn’t have been healthy…  I have half a mind to take that card back from Emmet and tell the sender off.”

“Ooh…”  Oriana cozied up closer to Ingo.  “You should put your girlfriend on the line and let her personally thank them for the best sex ever.”

“Absolutely not,” he said as his cheeks turned crimson.

“Aw, c’mon.  You don’t think they’ll get the hint if they find out you used their little gift to fuck another woman’s lights out?”

“Oriana…”  He rubbed the bridge of his nose.  “I know you better than that… and I’d prefer it if you didn’t threaten anyone with a trip to the distortion world.”

“No fun,” she scoffed and pulled the duvet up over her face.

“I know,” said Ingo.  “Would you like me to bring you some breakfast before I leave?  I don’t believe we’ve had anything to eat since… Well, since we had that candy…”

“Least you can do since you ravaged me.”

Her teasing response was muffled by the blanket.  He shook his head and laughed as he carefully crawled out of bed. 

“Today should be interesting,” he mumbled to himself.  This got Oriana’s attention.  She peeked out from beneath the duvet to catch him dragging his achy body to the dresser.  He was in no better condition than her.  It was a pity that she wouldn’t be able to convince him to call out since he left early the day before.  The only way to top the night before would be to rest up together the morning after.  Maybe next time, she told herself, if there was ever a next time. 

As he opened a drawer to find something to make himself decent enough to walk to the kitchen, she spoke up.

“Ingo?”

“Yes, Oriana?”

“Hey.”  She waited until he looked over his shoulder at her to proceed.  “Does that mean you don’t want any of those chocolates for our anniversary now?”

“No, not necessarily,” he replied.  The faintest smirk was present on his lips.  “I’m sure they’ll taste sweeter from someone I love.”