My Monster Lover

My watch buzzed, quietly, waking me up. I quickly muted it and pressed my body softly back against my bedmate, a willing prisoner of his fierce embrace. He growled in my ear as he pulled me slowly up and back towards him. That growl sent a pleasant shiver through me, and I twitched with the memories of the other times I had heard it. I nestled into him, and let my mind drift. We came so far, haven’t we?

It was three years ago now, that we met. Before I was born, the world found out that “monsters” were real. Not all of them, but most. Werewolves, vampires, kraken, thunderbirds, all real. It was quite a shock to the world at large, really. Most of them had their own governments in one form or another, too. The sapient ones, least ways. Which was most of them. Well, humanity acted fairly shamefully back then. Suppression, , intolerance, even a few outright extermination campaigns. None here, thank goodness, but still.

We met in high school, on one of the earlier “sapient creature integration” programs. . Was graduation really only 3 years ago? It seems like forever ago, now.

I pulled back to myself. I had set my watch for a reason and as pleasant as snuggling sounded, I needed to get up if I wanted to get my surprise ready.

As I slipped out of bed, wincing at the cold air on my bare skin, and padded towards the door, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Pausing, I stretched and took account of myself. Damm I am looking good!