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As they bowed to the crowd, the only person Gerard could see clearly was Lindsey, standing in the front row and applauding as hard as she could, a huge bouquet of flowers on the chair behind her. The house lights glinted off her iridescent exoskeleton, refracting rainbows all across Gerard's vision. Their castmate tugged on their hand fondly, pulling them out of her spell and towards the back of the stage. Lindsey's attention followed them like a laser, even when they trailed behind the curtains in the gaggle of laughing cast members.
It was astonishing how fast Lindsey could get backstage when she was determined. Before Gerard had even secured a handbowl of water, her arms were around them, the giant bouquet of heady-smelling corpse flowers in Gerard's face. They reached back and squeezed her ass, turning to face her.
"You're my star," said Lindsey breathlessly, brushing her antennae against theirs. "Opening night and you're already the standout performer." They stood in each other's arms, pressed tight together, swaying lightly in the evening breeze, the others buzzing around them.
"Come on, Gerard, we're going out to the lobby," somebody said.
"They're not even going to make it home," said somebody else, and they both laughed. "At least find a closet, G. Not in the dressing room."
Lindsey lazily flipped the others off, her focus remaining on Gerard.
Gerard buried their face in the flowers as Lindsey led them out the side door. They passed right underneath the big lobby window, conversation floating out into the night. Gerard slowed, half-wanting to go back inside and socialize, but Lindsey glanced back, her hand tugging theirs, and they were pulled along in her wake.
Lindsey closed the apartment door behind them and didn't even bother turning on the light before she was crowding Gerard against the wall, hands all over them, grinding her crotch against their ass. Gerard's flowers went everywhere. Their face pressed against the wall, giving them a very good view of night-washed ceramic tiles and not much else.
"And they didn't think we could make it home," Lindsey hummed into Gerard's neck. Her fingers explored their front, fumbling on their shirt buttons.
Gerard laughed, trying to turn around and tangle themself with her, but Lindsey's hands tightened on their shirt until they relented. "You mean you managed to hold back on ravishing me in an alley." Her hand slipped inside their shirt, petting their thorax. Coarse hair bent under her fingers. Gerard shivered and tried to put their forearms against the wall, to brace themself so they could push back against her body. She grabbed their left hand and twined their fingers together. Gerard hummed contentedly. Her fingers popped more buttons free.
"I'd never ravish you in an alley," said Lindsey, which was a lie. "I want to keep my star performer all to myself. I watched you in your little skirt on stage. I think they gave you that part so everyone could look at your thighs." Her hand stroked down Gerard's body to grab the front of their thigh, pushing up the hem of their skirt and playing at the bottom of their shorts. "They can look, but you're all mine." Her hand pressed the wet spot between their legs before moving back up to their shirt buttons. Gerard's body fluttered at her touch. "My pretty girl."
"All yours," they repeated softly, and squeezed her hand. "Are we going to make it to bed?"
Lindsey squeezed back. "I was planning to fuck you on the couch. The spawn's at Mikey's. The whole house is our breeding ground."
"I'm getting too old for fucking on the wall."
"Shh," said Lindsey, and unbuttoned the last button with a tug. She pushed their shirt down their shoulders. Her hand breezed over their neck, across both shoulders, down their torso again, and grabbed at their waist. "You'll do what I tell you."
"Yes, ma'am," said Gerard. Her fingers dug into the joint between abdominal plate and hip. Gerard shivered and pushed back into her. Lindsey's head bent forward. Her antennae brushed theirs.
"Now, you're going to go to the living room and take your shorts off as fast as you can. I'll be right behind you." She let them go.
Gerard took off, their heart pounding and head spinning, stumbling at a near run around the corner, through the kitchen, and into the living room. The lights were off in here as well, and the room was lit only by the streetlights below. The big window let the night breeze in, the smells of the city at night swirling past Gerard. They dropped their shorts and kicked them away before collapsing onto the couch, legs spread, skirt crumpling underneath them.
There was a short moment where Lindsey just stood in the doorway, looking at them from the shadows, before she was on top of them, her antennae tangling with theirs again, one hand under Gerard's skirt, the other one hiking their leg up around her hip. Her big pants were gone, probably abandoned in the kitchen. Her knee hooked around their thigh, and she pressed against them, their slick smearing together. The tip of Lindsey's ovipositor nudged at Gerard's opening.
"You want it, baby?" she hummed, as if Gerard would ever refuse.
"Please." Gerard wanted nothing more in this moment than her cock inside them, not when she was so close, her body heavy on top of theirs and her face the only thing they could see. It refracted a thousand times above them.
"Yeah, you do." Lindsey rocked against them, her cock slowly sliding out of her and into them, wet from both of their arousal. It was like a key, perfectly shaped to lay Gerard open. Lindsey hugged them to her, her hands on their back under their shirt, rubbing at the vestigal wing-nubs that Gerard found so sensitive. Her touch shivered through their body, up to their antennae brushing against hers, down to their clawed feet, into the spot where her ovipositor now brushed their seminal gland, opening it up with a touch. Lindsey fucked them slowly, every thrust pressing into that wonderful spot. All Gerard could do was hold on. Their fingers clutched the blossoms etched across her hips.
"Linds," buzzed Gerard, suddenly overcome with it. "I love you." Their body trembled underneath hers. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Lindsey answered, and dug her fingers hard into Gerard's wing-nubs. Gerard bucked against her, moaning. "We'll just keep my eggs in you until they grow up nice and pretty. Your body, our larvae, sweetheart, they'll be perfect."
Gerard's head swam with visions of their larvae feasting on their flesh from the inside out. Lindsey liked to say this to them. There was something about mammal pregnancy that they found so hot, and however Lindsey had found out about it, she liked to use it to her advantage.
"You'll feel every little bite." Lindsey's voice clicked. Her hips snapped into them, and the pace turned fast and desperate. All the air rushed from Gerard's lungs, hovering around their head like bursting stars. "And all I'll do is touch you and feed you. It's okay, honey. That's what men are made for."
Gerard's body felt hot. There was a continuous low drone in their hearing. Lindsey's body on top of them was like a drug, fucking them out of reality and into somewhere larval horror could be an aphrodisiac. The whining turned into a low moan, bleeding out of every crack in their exoskeleton. "Lindsey..."
"I've got you," said Lindsey, and as soon as Gerard's orgasm hit, she pressed deep into them, little grainlike eggs spilling from her ovipositor and mingling with Gerard's cum inside them. Her body hummed at the same frequency as Gerard's, coaxing their muscles to relax and let her eggs flood their egg chamber. Gerard felt every bit of it, the gush inside them like a volcano, the heat and pleasure and looseness spilling through their body, their body opening to allow the lava deeper inside, to light the egg chamber with its fire. They squeezed their leg tight around Lindsey's hip. Her buzzing grew louder.
Then, everything stopped, and they were just pressed together, breathing hard, Gerard's fingers pressed into Lindsey's hip joints like they were holding onto a cliff for dear life. Her ovipositor began to slowly recede into her body. She shifted on top of them.
"Love you," said Gerard, and squeezed her ass. The smell of sex bloomed around them, already wilting and maturing into a relaxing warm tone. The arm of the couch pressed into Gerard's back. They hadn't noticed the discomfort before.
"Love you." Lindsey sat up, hauling Gerard with her by their shirt collar. They settled into each other's laps. Lindsey's hand stayed between Gerard's legs, stroking their urethral slit until the rigid length of their ovipositor emerged. Gerard rested their head on her shoulder, feeling Lindsey's eggs pushing at their muscles like they needed to piss. "Hold it," Lindsey commanded. Her finger traced the tip of their ovipositor, pressing into the wide opening at the tip.
Gerard pushed their face into her. They were so full. If she didn't touch them, they could hold it longer. The eggs wanted pressure at the tip. That's how they'd know they were being laid into something the larvae could eat. Gerard clenched their muscles against her touch.
"That's a good girl. Hold it for me."
"I can't," said Gerard into her shoulder. "Give me something." Lindsey just pressed harder. Gerard's whole body tensed. "I really can't, Linds, please." For one agonizing second, she didn't remove her finger, and Gerard thought they were going to let go and spill eggs everywhere. Then her hand fell away, and Gerard relaxed.
"I'll get you a sponge." Lindsey tipped her antennae into theirs and was gone. Gerard ran their hands over their clothes, buttoning their rumpled shirt and examining the new creases on their skirt. There was a patch of wetness on the couch underneath them. That was a job for later.
"I love you," said Gerard again when Lindsey handed them the contraceptive sponge. She stood in just her shirt, watching with her head cocked in amusement as they put the sponge under their skirt and released the eggs into it. "I love you." They folded the sponge, tossed it to the ground, and reached up for her.
"I love you too," she said fondly, folding herself onto the sofa next to them. "Even more. You really did a good job tonight. On the stage, too." Lindsey tapped her head against theirs. "Keep it up, my shining star."