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It has been two hours since she poked her head out of her bedroom, the red-haired man thought to himself as he stared at the pristine white door. He had been home three hours–and for one hour out of the three, Mothra had emerged from her bedroom to get ‘breakfast’ or so she mumbled.

Rodan slipped himself off the couch, inching toward her bedroom door uneasily. He’s prepared for anything, or so he believed, but something in his stomach coiled at the small sound of Mothra sniffling. She hadn’t been doing well since… Rodan didn’t want to think about that yet.  

He knocked slowly, almost regretting the action when Mothra’s sobs halted. Rodan bit his tongue for a moment before deciding to just rip the bandaid off. It was always easier that way.  “Are you alright in there, Mothra?” 

“I’m fine, Rodan,” Mothra replied, “Go away.”

Rodan smiled, leaning his head back slightly. Mothra was a stubborn fool quite often–but Rodan never imagined she’d be… Well, ignorant to help. He scooted closer to the door and spoke louder, “You’ve been crying again. We can talk about what he did, you know.”

Mothra scoffed and a thud rang against a door (to which Rodan assumed it was a pillow); There’s a pause before she spoke, almost to herself, “Nothing’s going to fix it.”

Rodan stood against the door for a beat then, deciding against his better judgement, carefully twitched the knob and opened the door. He propped himself against the doorframe and took in the view of his roommate. Her white hair was curled tightly, framing her mascara-stained face as she tipped her gaze toward Rodan in the doorway. She grimaced, biting out an idiot and rolling onto her stomach–pressing her face into the pillow. “I don’t need, nor do I want, to talk about it.”

Rodan sighed and opened the door wider as he stepped in. He strutted toward her bed and climbed onto her bed, kicking off his shoes. For a moment, he thought to lie down beside her but instead chose to rest on his knees beside her. His hand carefully slid to her shoulder, attempting to roll her over.

“Okay, normally I would buy that,” Rodan hissed, “however it sounds like you need someone to talk to so excuse me if I actually care about your stubborn ass.”

Mothra rolled then scooted over in her bed, tugging her black hoodie closer to her torso as the two of them moved to sit beside one another. Their elbows and shoulders touched, sparking little tingles across their bodies. Mothra’s eyes met Rodan’s for a moment, and he almost felt fire ignite on the back of his neck.

Oh, the world could stop when Mothra looked at him. 

“Talk to me,” Rodan drawled. 

Mothra sat up suddenly with a drastic amount of hand waving. “Who the hell breaks up with their girlfriend after two years, Rodan?! I never imagined he would!” She groans, “I mean fuck. Godzilla said after college we would move in…”

Rodan grimaced and slid his arm around her shoulder; She immediately relaxed against her side.

From what Rodan had been told by Mothra’s friends, Godzilla and Mothra had been dating since senior year of high school and entered college together. They had decided they would stick together even after they graduated but some of their friends, and Rodan, knew it wouldn’t last (or that it was total bullshit).

Rodan, magically, had met Mothra back in Freshman year of college. He had spotted her silky white hair from a booth–where he ironically had gotten ghosted by his date–and decided that maybe the gods favored him for a moment.

When he reached her side at the bar, he politely greeted her and attempted to flirt with her. 

Rodan dreamt of that night over and over again, always more vivid than the last evening. 

Him watching her as she allowed her eyes to trace around him (please, don’t stop looking at me), her soft pink lips framed around her smile (kiss me), and her bright turquoise eyes (don’t go)...

Then Godzilla, her now-ex-boyfriend, appeared. Mothra smiled, almost as bright as the sun, at Godzilla and introduced him to Rodan. She also outed him in the process. Asshole, Rodan had called her in his head but hid it behind a smile aimed toward Godzilla and her.

"Since you didn’t know, I’ll let it slide," Godzilla had said to Rodan before asking if he wanted something to drink. Back then, Godzilla mentioned it was a happy accident. In Rodan’s perspective, it fucking was. He was blessed by some unknown deity that Mothra wanted to be his friend and, eventually, his roommate in junior year. 

Interrupting Rodan’s thoughts was Mothra burying her nose into his shoulder, seemingly wiping off whatever tears were left on her round cheeks. The redhead only rolled his eyes at her antics.  “Mothra, I wouldn’t be too upset. That new girl will have nothing on you, and besides, Godzilla shouldn’t have cheated in the first place.”

Mothra sniffled and wiped her cheek on her wrist before brushing her nose against his shoulder again. “I just don’t understand why he did it in the first place. What was even the point of the past three years?”

Rodan grimaced once more as Mothra embraced him, burying her face deeper into his shoulder and arm. For a while, he allowed her to sob and soak in her sorrow. 

It doesn’t take long for a distraction to arise though. His phone vibrated within his jacket pocket a few times, causing Mothra to pause her cries and allow curiosity to take over. Rodan and her took a glance at his phone screen as Rodan hovered over the message from Battra.

Batass: Party tonight at my place. Bring the moth with you.

Rodan barely had to blink before pushing Mothra back with a shit-eating grin. She didn’t smile for a moment, perhaps she was processing the plan forming in Rodan’s head, and watched him move off the bed.

Mothra folded her arms across her chest, leaning back against her pillows. She scoffed, “Whatever you’re planning, I’m not doing.”

“Oh, yes you are.” Rodan said and took her hands, pulling her to sit on the edge of the bed while he searched her closet. 

Mothra, absolutely dumbfounded, tilted her head at him for a mere moment. She thought they’d just lay here and talk–not go to Battra’s party. “Rodan, I don’t wanna go and be with all those people.”

“You wouldn’t be alone,” he said instantly, “You’d be with me.” 

Rodan flinched at his own words and swung back around to face Mothra, whose face was flushed with a rose pink. He swallowed hard before coughing, adjusting his shirt collar. “I mean that I’d be taking you and driving you home so at least if you got uncomfortable or too drunk…” 

Yeah, Rodan was starting to regret everything. 

“Whatever, you get it.” He tossed her navy bell-bottom jeans and a band t-shirt as he flashed Mothra a smile in the process. “Does that work, Princess?”

Mothra held up the t-shirt, blinking sheepishly. “You’re sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s a party thrown by Battra,” Rodan scoffed, “At least you know who is hosting.”

“True,” Mothra murmured. She contemplated it for a moment longer before asking again, “And you’re definitely serious?”

Rodan placed both of his hands on his hips, slightly digging his fingers into his stomach in the process. “As serious as getting you out of this god-forsaken bedroom, Mothra.”

The white haired woman stared at her friend for a few moments. Meanwhile, Rodan continued staring back with his grin. “Fuck it,” Mothra sighed, “I’ll go with you.” 

Rodan laughed, walking off to his bedroom immediately to change into something more comfortable while Mothra got dressed. 

***

He needed to learn the art of the unexpected. 

He had been leaning up against the car with his hands in his pocket, watching the sun fall toward the horizon, when he heard the front door shut. 

Rodan glanced up toward Mothra, pausing a moment when their eyes locked. She came out of their house in a black miniskirt and a red tube top. 

As respectfully as he can, Rodan allowed eyes to wander down to her black tights and boot heels. 

Mothra smirked, “Good outfit?”

“You know it’s a house party, right?” Rodan chirped back, trying to calm his racing heart. 

Mothra giggled, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. “We have lots of single friends, Rodan,” she told him.

“Jesus,” Rodan cleared his throat and walked around to the passenger door then opened it for Mothra. Once she was safely inside, he shut the door.

For the second that Rodan was not in the vehicle with her, Mothra let out a small groan. Her face was totally flushed with heat as her heart beat in her chest. If she was honest to herself, she hadn’t been looking at Rodan’s face when he was checking her out.

She was looking at his stupid The Crux album t-shirt (from his favorite artist, of course) and trying to see the barely visible toned body he always kept hidden. 

She had heard rumors from a few of her friends, who in turn heard things from Rodan’s past dates, who said that Rodan’s arms were rather built with muscle. According to a select few women, he had abs too. 

Rodan was perfect, dreamy, tan…

Oh fuck, what the hell am I thinking? Mothra fanned herself as she remembered they’re roommates. Nothing more. She just got out of a relationship—there would be no way Rodan would be attracted to her too. 

But the way he had been looking at her…

Rodan slid into the driver seat, awkwardly coughing as he turned on the car. “Did Godzilla ever open your car door?” Rodan murmured, spotting Mothra shaking her head (and he tried to ignore the way she also hid her face). The redhead smiled curtly, “Such a dumbass.”

“He always was,” Mothra muttered back.

***

Mothra shifted in her seat, trying to keep up with Tiamat’s tipsy infused conversations. Somehow, she knew everything about a person with one look–and Mothra did not need Tiamat pestering her about anything. Mothra raised her red solo cup to her lips, sneaking a glance at Rodan across the room. 

Rodan was talking to Anguirus, a shorter and grey-haired guy she met in high school alongside Godzilla, and glancing around the room as well. For a second, Mothra swore she saw Rodan’s amber eyes flicker her way. 

A burning flame of desire crawled its way up her spine, itching against her shoulders and causing her to roll them back to relax. 

Eyes off, she had to tell herself. Don’t feel that way (but fuck do I like it).

“You know, Mothra, it is a wonder how he isn’t taken.” Tiamat said loudly, pulling Mothra immediately back to the floors of Battra’s home. 

Meanwhile,  “What do you mean?”

“Rodan’s attentive,” Manda replied, “Perfect for any woman who adores attention. He is also a person who doesn’t look at her like she’s just a one night stand.”

Tiamat swallowed her beer before barking out a laugh, “Mothra should know that by now though. They are roommates.” 

Mothra blinked in pure confusion, and she swore that her face must’ve been as bright as a rose. She then rolled her shoulders in a poor attempt to relax herself. “It’s not like that.”

“Could be,” Tiamat purred back with a seductive wink. 

“Tia!” Mothra gasped, attempting to hide her worsening-blush behind her red solo cup. 

On Rodan’s end, he kept worriedly glancing toward Mothra. When he noticed that she seemed to become embarrassed but whatever Tiamat was questioning, he exhaled sharply and gently fidgeted with his cup. “You think she’s okay?” He questioned Angurius, “You’ve known her longer.”

Anguirus adjusted his collar, shrugging before answering, “I wish I could tell you, Rodan. None of us expected him to cheat either. I wish I knew if she’d bounce back.” 

Baragon, Anguirus’ boyfriend since a year ago, walked up to the pair and joined them along the wall. He took a steady sip of his beer, scoffed, and then added “Godzilla’s a dick that’s for sure.”

“Fuck, if that ain’t the truth.” Rodan hissed through his teeth before taking another gulp of his tequila. It seemed anytime there was a party at Battra’s house that there was extensive attention toward the drinks provided–probably because everyone had told Battra over the years what to get. The red-head chuckled to himself. Smartass, I said it one time… 

As if Battra could hear Rodan thinking about him, the black hair appeared in Rodan’s vision first. Then Rodan recognized the crimson highlights peaking through parts of Battra's hair and smiled at him, “Hey Bats.”

Battra smiled painfully as he laughed and clasped his hands tightly around Rodan’s shoulders, “Hello Rodan.”

“Ow?” Rodan chirped placatingly. 

“Sorry,” Battra said quickly, “We got a little issue. Do you know where Mothra is?” 

Rodan glanced over at Mothra, snickering to himself as she laughed at Tiamat and Manda.  He then refocused on Battra, “Over with Manda and Tiamat, why?” 

Anguirus nudged Rodan’s shoulder, laughing ruefully with a cruel look in his eyes, “He who shouldn’t be here is here.” Rodan’s thoughts completely fell silent and his head cocked toward the front door. At first, he believed both men were lying until his eyes fell upon the bastard himself. Godzilla, tall and confident as he could be, waltzed into the front door with a few packs of beer. He nodded to a few partygoers with a smile and greetings, claiming Battra called him for backup alcohol. 

Rodan knew that wasn’t true. Battra, of all people, wouldn’t fucking dare to do that to Mothra.

Meanwhile, Mothra took another hefty sip of her alcohol and tried to ignore the way her cheeks kept flushing at Tiamat trying to give Mothra the confidence to go ask Rodan out. 

Manda, the ever-reasonable man he is, gently placed his hands on Tiamat’s shoulder. He smiled a little at his fiance’s whine of protest but continued anyway, “Honey, she just got out of a relationship.”

Tiamat shrunk back into her seat, rolling her eyes then gave Mothra an up-down look. She nudged the other women with her foot and giggled as she told her, “Okay but you should at least get laid.”

Mothra groaned and stood up. “I’m going to get a refill,” she told the couple and ignored the way Tiamat whined at Mothra leaving. As Mothra walked to the drink table, she fidgeted with her hair and a curl around her finger. She was having way too many thoughts about Rodan for her own good.

Get it out of your head, she thought bitterly, (But I want him so fucking--)

Then an unwanted voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Hey, Mothra. How have you been?” Godzilla had spoken beside her. 

Mothra turned slightly at him with her eyes wide, confusion filling them quickly. What the hell? 

Godzilla grabbed a beer and cracked it open, sighing as he carefully leaned against the table. “I haven’t seen you around campus,” he told her with a soft glance, “You hiding from me?”

“No,” Mothra muttered back as she refilled her cup. She wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face, throw him to the floor–fuck, Mothra wanted to kill Godzilla for wht he did. 

She wanted peace and closure. 

“Are you…” Godzilla breathed deeply before softly continuing, “Are you still upset with me, Mothra?” 

For a moment, Mothra felt terrible for avoiding him; Then again, how could Mothra allow herself to feel sympathy for the guy who cheated on her. When Mothra felt Godzilla brush his hand across her elbow, she stepped backward. Mothra bit out a laugh as she glared up at his golden eyes, “Of course I am still upset with you, Godzilla. You cheated on me with someone you barely knew for two fucking weeks.”

He stiffened and clenched the beer bottle in his hand. “It’s over with her. I… Look, I fucked up! Mothra, I shouldn’t have–”

“–You’re absolutely correct, Godzilla!” Rodan shouted, worming his way between Mothra and Godzilla. He glared at Godzilla too, almost seething with anger as he spoke, “I believe she told you that she didn’t want to see you or speak to you. Am I correct?”

Godzilla stared blankly at Mothra, wondering if she was going to truly allow Rodan to stop them both from talking. However, when Mothra looked away from his gaze then the answer became clear. “Yes, that’s true.”

“Great!” Rodan cheered. He grabbed Mothra’s cup from her hand and set it on the table then turned back to Godzilla with a shit-eating grin. “You’ll stay away from her then.”

Godzilla laughed, putting his hands on his hips, “Since when did you care? Remembering the bar, Rodan?” 

The curly red-head flinched for a moment, barely spotting Mothra staring at Rodan as if she was wondering too. 

Rodan nudged Mothra backward behind him. “You know what, Godzilla,” Rodan laughed and bawled his hand into a fist, “Fuck you!” Rodan threw his left fist into Godzilla’s cheek and throttled him to the floor.

Mothra grabbed Rodan’s bicep in shock, pulling the red-head backward as a crowd started to form around the three of them. She used her other hand to check his shaking one before shouting at him, “Rodan! Why did you do that?!”

“He deserved it!” Rodan shouted back, “You would have done it too!”

Mothra shook her head instead, groaning in frustration once she spotted their friends coming to see what happened. “Come on,” Mothra ordered, letting go of his bicep and grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt instead to pull him. 

Rodan laughed in his own frustration, wanting nothing more than to bash Godzilla’s head in. “Such bullshit,” he hissed through his teeth. He attempted to get himself out of Mothra’s grip, however she ended up pulling him harder. 

She opened a door, shoving them both into a bathroom before shutting the door. Mothra sighed loudly and leaned her head back, shaking her head. “Fuck,” she glanced at Rodan, “Did you really have to punch him?”

Rodan nodded, eyeing her mirror reflection, and he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under water to cool his knuckles. He exhaled sharply, replying, “Yes.” His hand throbbed with pain and heat, a bruise already forming across his knuckles. His roommate, who had been leaning against the closed door, immediately drew her gaze to his hands. 

“Oh, Rodan…” Mothra stepped closer to his side then slid a hand underneath his injured hand, carefully grabbing the underside of his wrist. “You shouldn’t have done this for me,” she said softly, “It serves neither of us any good.”

Rodan grunted as his hand jerked from the cold cloth. “I would have punched him regardless if you were there or not,” he bit out. 

“Why did you?”

“Because he doesn’t get to act like he hasn’t made you fucking miserable, Mothra.”

She flinched slightly. Rodan tensed his shoulders. Their eyes met slowly, almost burning into the others. Debating. Understanding. Wanting.

He swallowed hard, averting his gaze to the mirror and staring at her visible upper back. 

What are we doing? Rodan thought.

(Don’t look away) Why did you defend me? Mothra wondered.

 “I mean after you found out about him cheating, you’ve hardly come out of your bedroom.” Rodan shifted on his feet as Mothra resumed rubbing the cloth over his knuckles. He then softly added, “I’ve literally had to pry you out of bed for classes, Mothra. You did not deserve anything he did to you.”

Mothra blinked at him, her hands pausing around his own. Suddenly, she’s remembering the bad night all over again. She swallowed hard and put down the cloth, trying to avoid his gaze again—but she couldn't. “Do you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“All of it. What you just said, what you have said, and defending me—"

“—I meant every word. I wouldn’t lie to you,” he murmured. Rodan’s injured hand flexed against hers, testing the strength of his movements, before slipping it up to her shoulder. 

His hand brushed over her bare shoulder, watching as Mothra’s eyes flickered to his hand then to his arm; Her face became downright flushed in the process. 

Do you…? His thought trailed off, deciding he needed to focus on her and not the imaginary feelings. 

“You’re my best friend, Mothra,” Rodan told her and let his eyes wander to where his hand was. They’d never gotten physically close to often, besides the occasional hug, because Godzilla always hated it. “I’m never going to let another guy fuck around with your feelings like he did.” 

Mothra’s heart burned in her chest, beating louder and louder—echoing the subconscious feelings that she’d tucked away in the bar. Back then, she had a boyfriend to love. Now, she had a roommate, who was inches from her in a small bathroom. 

Her hands slip up both of his arms, dragging her nails across the skin then above his t-shirt. She watched him shiver and saw his eyes move to watch her hands.

Mothra held back a smirk as she noticed his face start to get red, a small flushed frown coming to his face as well. “You really care about me, huh?” She murmured.

Rodan was panicking internally. The way she watched him struggle to hold himself together was a fire to his heart. “Of course, I care,” he muttered, “Who wouldn’t?” 

“Him.”

Rodan rolled his eyes, “Okay, true.” 

Mothra’s hands paused on his shoulders, her index fingers slightly grazing over his neck in the meantime. “I appreciate it, Rodan. I really do.” She smiled softly at him, “I’m glad I have you with me.

Rodan blinked, seemingly unable to respond. 

Mothra let her hand glide to the back of his head, carding his curly hair in between her fingers. “Is this okay?” Her eyes flickered to his lips then back to his kind amber eyes. 

He mhm’d shyly, swallowing hard again. “More than okay,” he added. Rodan’s hands moved to rest against the counter top, trapping Mothra’s hips between his forearms. 

For a moment, the world beyond the bathroom vanished. All Rodan could think about was Mothra, her soft blue eyes, and the way her hair curled around her face. 

Mothra shifted a little, leaning against the countertop a little more. “Rodan, why did Godzilla mention the bar?”

And for another second, Rodan could not think. 

He tried to reason with himself that she wasn’t really asking him that question…

 His hands gripped the edge of the countertop as he cleared his throat. “I don’t know why he asked that.” The hand that was in Rodan’s hair gently tugged him forward again, bringing their faces closer together. Mothra and Rodan stared hard at one another, both swallowing thickly. “Don’t make me say it,” Rodan pleaded.

She smiled, “I want you too.”

Rodan attempted to pull back from her but the white-haired woman before him only pulled his hair tighter. He bit back the whine in his throat, eyeing her wearily, “I can’t, Mothra.”

I want to tell you, his thoughts screamed.

Say it, Mothra’s thoughts screamed back. “I know what it is!” Mothra retorted, “Just say it!”

“I won’t. Not right now,” Rodan snapped back and started to pull away. She just got out of a relationship. What are you think–

His lips were suddenly on hers. He was stiff, and so was she. Had she meant to do that?

After a moment, Mothra and Rodan pulled away from one another, and stared–almost longingly–into the other's eyes. He doesn’t know what to think for a moment; At first, he believed she did it by accident but for some reason, the passion blooming in her eyes told him otherwise. 

Mothra’s thigh brushed against Rodan’s own, sending a shiver up his spine and making him subconsciously step forward into the touch. “You don’t need to hear why he brought it up,” Rodan hissed through his teeth. 

“Last I checked,” Mothra glared at him, “You aren’t my keeper. Tell me what he meant.”

Rodan grimaced before twitching against Mothra’s thigh again. Her head tipped downward before her eyes began to follow but Rodan’s finger caught her chin, lifting it back up. Mothra’s expression became a little lost, flickering back and forth between his finger and his eyes. He spoke, “Please, I don’t want to mess anything–”

“–Shut up.”

“What?”

“Kiss me again.”

“Again, what?”

Mothra groaned before her hands returned to the back of his head, crashing Rodan back into her lips. The red-head’s grunt vibrated against her mouth, and for a second she believed that she misread the situation and Rodan didn’t want her but his lips began moving back against hers almost instantly. His hands slid up her sides, running over curve and memorizing where she shivered at his fingers. He tilted his head, tongune running across her bottom lip, as Mothra's fingers pulled the hairs on the back of his neck. She allowed him in easily, tongues brushing together franticly as if they were suffocating. 

Rodan himself was practically drowning in the overwhelming sweetness that Mothra's mouth provided. Everything about her made everything in Rodan’s body sing its own praises. 

He had waited so long just for her. 

He pulled back slightly, feeling her hands pulling his hair to try and get him to come back. “Don’t go,” she whined and he returned, kissing her harder before moving a hand underneath her thigh to lift her onto the countertop.

Her back pressed against the mirror, sounding off a small thud. Mothra moaned as Rodan kissed her jaw, tracing a small line down to her exposed collarbone. One of her legs hooked around his waist and dragged them both closer together against the edge of the countertop.

They both groaned, panting into the heated air of the bathroom. The music outside the bathroom was terribly loud but it gave way for their private love. A love that Rodan hadn’t allowed himself to have in years, and a love that Mothra didn’t think she’d get back after weeks of sobbing over a terrible guy.

Mothra’s thoughts silenced once more as Rodan grinded against her, placing his forehead into her shoulder. “Fuck,” he hissed out, “This is such a terrible idea.”

She shook her head, “No.” Mothra moaned, tilting her head back as Rodan’s dick twitched against her again. “I want this,” she pleaded and their eyes met, “I want you.”

Rodan’s eyes darkened slightly in the dim bathroom light. He kissed her violently, almost angrily, and grabbed her hips tighter–pushing himself harder against her as Mothra began to reciprocate. 

"Don't look at me like that, Mothra." He panted against her lips, licking over her lips again before diving back into her heated mouth. 

She whined, arching against the bathroom mirror, "Like what?"

"Like I'm the world,” he hissed back. “Like I fucking matter to you,” he moaned before Mothra’s tongue slipped into his mouth. His fingers dug into her hips, one hand slipping in between them to touch her–

“Stop,” she gasped and he did immediately. He let her catch her breath and pulled away from her, granting her some more space and as he did so, he checked over to make sure he hadn’t hurt her or made her uncomfortable. 

Mothra’s hand raised, landing back on his shoulder. “I’m alright. Don’t look so worried. I’d just rather not have sex in a bathroom at Battra’s house.”

He paused, thinking, before nodding in agreement. “We got a little ahead of ourselves, didn’t we?” Rodan asked, pressing his forehead against hers. 

Mothra snickered, “A little?” He only laughed at her while she looked into the mirror and adjusted her red top, making sure her appearance wasn’t messy after their little excursion. She glanced back at Rodan’s reflection, eyes tracing down his spine and stopping where his lower back was leaned against the sink. Mothra bit her lip as he adjusted his own t-shirt, pulling it down over his front to cover himself. “Are we sneaking back out there?” She asked, raising her eyes back to her appearance.

Rodan flinched, suddenly remembering that she was in the bathroom too. Get yourself together (I can’t, she’s hot and standing there-), he thought hastily before shuffling to the door with a nod. He swallowed hard and said, “Yeah, I’m just hoping we know who isn’t looking for our appearance.” 

Mothra laughed, shaking her head as she stepped away from the countertop and toward the doorway. “I hope not,” she added. 

Rodan opened the door and they stepped out into the crowded hallway, listening to the music traveling reverberating off the walls from the living room. They looked down the hallways together and saw no one they recognized. 

“You think we’re okay?” Mothra asked him, sliding a hand around his arm and stepping closer to him.

Rodan glanced around once more before nodding. He smiled at her then pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “I don’t see him–”

“–Rodan!” Battra cried out from down the hallway, parting the crowd of drunken people while he came running toward the pair. Behind the shorter man, Godzilla was storming after him and shouting barely audible over everything else. 

Rodan barely waited a moment before shoving Mothra–and himself (hell no, he’s not dealing with the cheating bastard)–back into the bathroom with the door firmly shut and locked behind them. The red-head pressed his back against the door, holding it shut as he looked to Mothra–who burst into laughter.

“Why are you laughing?!” Rodan stammered.

Mothra waved her hand at him before saying mockingly, “You punched him in the face and now you’re freaking out?”

He frowned as the door was pounded on by presumably Godzilla. “Not when the literal definition of the Grim Reaper is outside trying to get both of us.”

The white-haired woman shook her head. She then walked toward the window, pushing it upward and letting the night air inside. “C’mon,” she said and crawled onto the windowsill.

“Are you serious?” Rodan said flatly before flinching at the pounding again. When he met Mothra’s gaze once more, she was only staring at him with a smirk. He tilted his head, “We’re going home?”

Mothra threw her legs over the windowsill, tossing her hair over her shoulder to let Rodan see the back of her neck. He swallowed thickly, shaking his head, and realized that was the answer to his question. “Are you coming home with me or not, pretty boy?” She asked him instead. 

Rodan blew out a hard breath out of his nose, barely able to remove his eyes from Mothra’s disappearing frame as she slid off the windowsill into the shadows of night. He leaned his head back against the rattling door, laughing to himself before he went to the window and climbed out too.

He spotted her running ahead toward his car, memorizing how the streetlights danced across her side as if the lights wanted Rodan to remember how attracted he was to her. 

How amazing she was to everyone despite everything. 

 Rodan smiled to himself as he grabbed his car keys, looking back at the woman in the passenger seat. 

***

Rodan stepped into their home first, hurriedly dropping his keys into a key bowl and kicking off his shoes as his partner came behind him. He barely had a moment to prepare before Mothra’s hands were wrapped around his neck, pressing her lips against him again. His hands firmly grabbed her hips as he kissed her back. Mothra rocked against him, suddenly getting antsy in his arms, and he simply smiled. That’s it, he thought, there you go. 

Rodan slipped his lips away and Mothra whined, “What are you doing? I liked that.”

“Shh, I know,” he said softly, “I want to kiss more than just your lips if that’s okay with you.” 

Mothra’s jaw went slack and she held still, waiting expectantly. Her eyes widened slightly, bright with passion and love, and her soft pink lips were parted with her attention focused purely on Rodan. His tongue slowly ran across her jaw, morphing into kisses and bites to her skin, and he groaned as Mothra’s knee pressed into the apex of his thighs in response. 

He glanced at her face and smiled widely at her closed eyes and her mouth hanging open. He then began pressing another round of kisses to her collarbone, muttering against her, “Your bedroom or mine?”

“Your bedroom,” Mothra gasped when he softly bit at the skin concealing her throbbing pulse. She whined as she felt Rodan begin to pull away from her but the feeling did not last. Rodan’s hands went to the underside of her thighs, lifting her up and hooking her legs snuggly around his waist. 

Mothra shyly looked away but Rodan grunted and her eyes were back on him. His gaze seemed unfocused, yet so controlled at the same time. Her hands wrapped tighter around his neck and she leaned forward, kissing his jaw. 

Mothra snickered against him as he grunted again, holding her tighter against him. His steps had been quick and careful when he made his way to his bedroom. Once within, he closed the door behind them with a kick of his foot and concealed them within the dimly lit space. 

Mothra glanced around his bedroom while he walked them to his bed, taking the chance to view the room she almost never got to see. They’d hung out in her room all time, mostly because Mothra always had homework to do, so hanging out in Rodan’s room was a rare occurrence. His room was decorated with band posters and pictures of his friends, and there was a scent of a fire and caramel in his room. 

Rodan climbed halfway onto the bed before he let Mothra fall backward, resting her against the sheets and pillows as he caught her lips in a heated kiss. He revealed in the way her hands clung to his hair, sifting through the threads like a lifeline. 

Her hands slid down the back of his neck, fisting his shirt and starting to lift it over his head as they parted from one another. Rodan was panting, staring at her like nothing else around them mattered. His gaze was terribly unfocused and it seemed he was losing control over himself. His eyes grew wider as he stared down at her, licking his lips in temptation while she pulled the shirt off. 

“God, you look amazing,” Rodan murmured. 

Mothra scoffed playfully as she tossed his shirt away, “You’re one to talk.” Her gaze shamelessly roamed over his torso. The rumors had been true—his torso was practically carved with muscle, almost like a Greek statue's body, and beautifully brown skin like the rest of him. 

He shivered at her affection, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Yeah?” He whispered, “You think I’m attractive?” 

“Handsome is such a better word for you.” Mothra laughed before reaching up and cupping his chin, leaning him down more and capturing his lips. 

His fingers danced across her sides, pulling her closer to his chest before snaking his fingers over to her stomach. As her breath lightly hitched, he took the chance to slip his tongue back in—capturing the soft moans that escaped Mothra. His tongue ran over the roof of her mouth before tangling with hers, making sure to tease the right spots.

Mothra felt his fingers lower once more, tugging slightly at the waistband of her skirt as it searched for the zipper—finding it on the side. He pulled away from her lips, remaining only a few inches apart, “Can I?” 

“Of course,” she replied earnestly. Mothra’s eyes lowered to his hand, watching him slip underneath her skirt. 

Rodan’s lips returned, softly moving against hers with his tongue running on her bottom lip. 

Mothra held herself back once she felt his fingers grazing her entrance through her undergarments. Her eyes halfway opened as his lips left her and she saw Rodan’s heated glare instantly, and swallowed harder. 

He seemed to want her to fall apart. 

His fingers slid upward, gently nudging her with Mothra’s hips bucking forward as his finger ran over her clit. “There?” Rodan questioned and she nodded. He leaned into her ear, whispering “Tell me. Don’t nod.” 

“Yes,” Mothra breathed out as his fingers ran gentle circles over her, making her shake and whine. “Fuck,” she breathed out.

Rodan kissed her earlobe, chuckling at her pleasure-filled trance as she stared at the ceiling. She looks amazing (I want more), he thought while he traced his kisses down to her shoulder and lightly began sucking on the space between her shoulder and her collarbone. She moaned louder, back aching when two fingers lowered to her entrance, rubbing circles. His thumb pressed a little harder on her clit, a low groan coming from his partner immediately after. The sounds from her came out so easily and it was driving Rodan insane. Her body felt so hot, red forming underneath her pale skin, as she was pleased. Her hands came to hold his arms and tugged him closer.

He smiled, sighing loudly, “You’re doing so well.” 

Mothra whimpered, “Am I?” 

She bucked her hips forward, his finger having rolled over her clit just right. Rodan nodded back at her. His fingers slowly began to slip away and she whined, shaking her head but Rodan didn’t listen to her begging. 

His hand went to the side of her skirt and found the zipper. He unzipped her skirt and carefully pulled them down. Rodan sat back on his knees, sighing hard as he gazed flickered to her black tights over her thighs. The skirt came off and was tossed to the floor. “You’re beautiful,” he rasped, running his fingers over the black tights to begin pulling them down as well. 

Mothra took it upon herself to remove her tube top. She sat up, glancing up at Rodan—who paused his movements to watch her back—and she reached around her back, unzipping herself. 

“You’re…” Rodan trailed off as she took the red top off slowly, almost teasingly. He swallowed hard and his throat went dry. 

She was bare before him. 

She hadn’t worn anything under the top while they were at the party.

Mothra lied back and rested her arms behind her head, smiling innocently. “Are you going to finish what you started or what, pretty boy?” She asked him. 

Rodan shook himself out of his trance—finally managing to smile back at her. Despite being so flustered by her appearance, he returned to his work. He lifted her thighs one at a time with his hand, rolling the tights down her legs with ease. Once the tights were gone, he leaned forward and pressed a few kisses to her thighs. “Warm,” he muttered against her before he spotted something of interest. 

A few faded hickeys beautifully covering her inner thighs like a constellation. 

She must’ve not known. 

Rodan smirked. “He left something behind,” he told her. He laughed as she glanced his way, eyes wide with worry and embarrassment; He knew she’d react that way. “It’s alright, Mothra. I don’t mind,” Rodan said.

Rodan moved to lay on his stomach and brought her thigh closer to his mouth, softly licking over the hickeys. She squirmed in his hands, and he smiled again. “Can I leave marks?” 

Mothra mhm’d with a blush, tilting her head away—only for Rodan’s hand to reach up and correct her and make her vision face him. “Y-You want me to watch?” Mothra stammered, “Fuck. I didn’t know you were so…”

“Kinky?” Rodan replied, “I’m not usually but you’ve been in my head since the bar and this is an opportunity I won’t waste.” He carefully placed his lips around a mark, pulling it and tasting the skin while she groaned. His eyes watch her every shiver and movement. 

He smiled up at her, murmuring, “And I won’t waste it when you’ve given me permission.” 

She shivered, exhaling sharply as she sunk back into the blankets. His fingers trace circles across her thighs while his mouth bit and sucked her skin. Mothra squirmed when Rodan’s fingers slid underneath the lace of her red underwear, gently pulling it down. 

Rodan’s eyes stayed on his hands, which were rubbing the fabric of the underwear as it was pulled down. “Did you put these on for me?” 

“I didn’t,” Mothra replied softly. He met her eyes briefly, “Do you want me to say that I wore it for you?”

Rodan smiled, chuckling. He found it odd how she wanted to please him—almost like she had been forced to praise someone else previously. “Don’t worry about it,” he tossed the underwear away, “Red though?” 

“That was for you.”

“Ah!” Rodan laughed. He moved forward, finding his place between her legs once more—his mouth already on her skin once more. “That’s where I come into this.” 

Mothra squirmed again as her heat grew, burning the ache into her stomach while her partner teased her. Her hands slowly wandered into his hair and tightly around the threads at the back of his head. 

His lips trail upward to the apex of her thigh until he reached the side of her entrance, and, like the devil he was, he paused. “You’re cruel,” Mothra whined. 

His eyes flickered up to meet hers, “Am I not meeting expectations, sweetheart?”

“You move slow,” she muttered. 

“I assume he didn’t?” Rodan halfway said to himself before directing his attention back to her, “I don’t like rushing through this. I want you to enjoy it longer.”

Mothra blushed. She knew she was eager but she hadn’t truly expected that to be a thought in his mind. She didn’t mind it though—not when he seemed so ready to please her. 

She moaned stiffly as his tongue suddenly ran over her entrance—her hands immediately searching for something to grab. Rodan’s hands slid underneath her leg and tugged her closer. 

Her face grew hot when his tongue ran over her again. “Please,” she begged and leaned her head back, sighing loudly at his small, teasing licks. But as he answered her prayer, burying his tongue within, she let out a whine—back arching as her hands moved to fist his hair. 

Rodan groaned loudly, tugging Mothra’s hips closer as his tongue slipped deeper. Her fingers tightened in his curls and yanked him forward, slightly rocking her hips against  him, and Rodan hissed into her. 

“Fuck,” he almost moaned into her heat at the sight of her blissed out. He pulled back slightly, saying, “Tell me if this hurts.” She nodded hurriedly. One hand lifted her leg onto his shoulder. As he slipped his tongue back into her, Mothra threw her head back with a cry. 

At first, Rodan looked up at her face with worry and almost stopped everything to make sure she was alright. However, as soon as her thighs clenched around his head and her fingers tightened in his hair, he knew otherwise. The pressure around his face was dizzying–the scent of her, the way her body arched into him, and the way her face contorted as she moaned so sweetly for him. 

“Fuuuck,” Mothra groaned longingly, “Don’t stop…” Rodan felt her heat clench around his tongue, and as he realized that Mothra would finish on his tongue, he stopped. Mothra whined loudly, squirming in her spot while Rodan climbed off the bed.

Rodan felt her heat clench around his tongue, and as he realized that Mothra would finish on his tongue, he stopped. Mothra whined loudly, squirming in her spot while Rodan climbed off the bed. "I said don't stop," she breathed out. 

"I know, baby," he practically purred. His gaze met hers momentarily, and he revealed in her squirming. He smirked as his hands went to his belt, beginning to undo it from his belt loops. “What’s wrong, Mothra?”

Mothra squirmed again, fidgeting with her hands. “You know what you said.”

“Oh?” Rodan murmured, “What did I say, baby?” He watched as crimson dusted over her cheeks while she turned her gaze away from him. The belt fell to the floor though, and it brought her lustful eyes back to him. 

The turquoise irises gently ran up and down his body–almost exploring what was going to become theirs in just a few moments. “It’s the way you say it,” she muttered underneath her breath. Mothra sighed, biting her lip as Rodan’s hands began to unzip his black cargo jeans. He then pushed the waistband, firmly gripping the jeans and his black boxers underneath to take them off more swiftly. 

He was getting impatient, and so was she.

Her hand reached over to her nightstand, barely opening the drawer before Rodan returned to his place between her thighs, and one of his hands grabbed a hold of her wrist–placing it above her head. “I got it,” he said, reaching into the nightstand to find a condom—subconsciously grinding into her hips in the process. Both of their bodies jolted against the other, as if begging the other to make the move. 

“Fuck,” Mothra hissed, tilting her head back as Rodan trailed his kisses to her collarbone once more.

His one hand released her wrists, letting him rest it beside her head while his other hand slid between them. Mothra squirmed against the edge of his fingers while Rodan prepared.

His lips gently fell back onto hers, moving so delicately to allow himself to breathe in every ounce of her moans. Both of his hands found places beside her head, fingers digging into the pillow behind her head as her hips pressed forward into his. He groaned into her mouth, eyes almost rolling back into his head as he opened them and pulled back–leaving barely any space between them.

Her eyes opened in response, as if slowly coming to terms with what was going to happen next.  “You want it?” He asked, pressing his forehead against hers. 

A soft pant left her bruised lips as she nodded, “Yes.”

“Yeah?” He murmured, “You really want it?”

“Rodan,” Mothra whined and gently arched against his chest, “I want it. I want you. Is that not enough?” 

He chuckled then, reveling in her impatience. His hand between them came to rest on her hip and firmly held her in place against the mattress. Rodan’s gaze remained on her expression and watched as the soft realization came to her face, her turquoise eyes widening. 

His lips lowered to hers, brushing against them and subtly feeling for every exhale Mothra let out. “It’s more than enough,” he said gently, “It was always enough.”

He then pushed into her with a low groan, struggling to keep his forehead pressed against hers as the pleasure threatened to make him ache more than his senseless pining for her. 

He watched her eyebrows knit together, eyes blown wide and dazed. The turquoise darkened with pleasure and began to watch him back. Mothra’s breathing slowed for a moment, feeling Rodan bottom out within her with a “Fuck” slipping out from his lips. Barely a moment passed before he asked, “Can I move? Please?”

“Please,” she replied earnestly. Her nails dug in his shoulders as he pulled back slowly, and he sighed shakily, before he thrust back into her. Their eyes met, both wild and wide with pleasure, and Mothra couldn’t help but nod in hope that he knew she trusted him.

He smiled and nodded back before he thrust harder into her heat, listening to her cry out–the sound so broken and heavy as it fell out from her lips. Her arms hooked around his neck, pulling him closer while she began to buck her hips forward in time with his thrusts.

Rodan nearly cried out, burying his face into her shoulder as he sped up. He felt himself struggling to keep himself controlled against her. He wanted Mothra’s pleasure to mean more than his own–he wanted this moment with her writhing underneath him to last forever. His fingers dug deeper into her hips, knowing damn well it would leave marks but he had bigger things to worry about. He was tuned in to every noise Mothra made, every time she’d cry out when he thrusted harder and every time that he swore he heard his name start falling from his lips. 

He slid his hand to her leg, lifting it to wrap around his waist and meeting her center harder–his thrusts landing in the place where he knew she’d cry out the most. 

Mothra’s eyes shot open, crying out as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Her body arched upward into him and furthered his position on top of her, helping him slam into the spot without giving Mothra the time to recover from it. “Rodan!” She cried as she threw her head back.

One of Rodan’s hands returned to its place beside her head and the red-head adjusted, hovering over her to watch her unfold beneath him. He was almost dizzy from how fast his body was moving but he couldn’t help himself, not when she looked at him with her eyes blown out wide. 

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. A tear rolled down her cheek and he kissed it away, “You’re not in pain are you?”

Mothra shook her head, whimpering as she swallowed her moans. He felt her body squirm underneath him while she tightened around his member, and suddenly all of his focus was lost. 

“Close,” she whined, watching as his forehead returned to its spot on her shoulder with a cry of his own. His thrusts were growing sloppy and his breathing was as frantic as hers. Her nails dug into his shoulder harder and his body squirmed above her; Her gaze wandered to his hand beside her head, watching as it reached up and grabbed the headboard. 

She swallowed hard, “Rodan? What are–”

“–Forigve me later,” Rodan moaned. He slammed into her brutally and kept her center pressed against him with his hand, encouraging her hips to move in time with his thrusts. Her center tightened again and he almost sobbed, tipping his head back. 

“M-Mothra, I am so sorry–you feel so good,” he told her before continuing his dizzying pace. It drove her to insanity, making her squirm and cry with a volume he hadn’t heard before. Her eyes fluttered closed as they rolled backward and her mouth fell open, leaving her voice hoarse almost immediately while her climax broke across her body. 

As her body processed the last moments of pleasure, her eyes slowly focused on Rodan–shuddering, sweaty, and sloppy as he thrusted and came right after her. They both watched the other for a moment before his arms shook again and gave out. She groaned as he fell on top of her, dizzy and exhausted, and rested there a while in silence. 

It took an embarrassing amount of time for either of them to speak, or at least try to make a sound. 

Rodan’s head turned to the side, looking at Mothra’s tear stained cheeks. He smiled bashfully as her eyes met his with red coming over her cheeks. “What?” She asked him.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely. Rodan sat up a little and tiredly pushed them both onto their sides. His arms began to wrap around her sides but her fingers met his own, softly pushing him away. He tilted his head at her, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sweaty,” Mothra whined, “I don’t think you want to cuddle me.”

“I do,” Rodan replied and slipped his arms around her, tightly pressing himself against her and letting her forehead fall to his chest. “Believe me, Mothra, after that all I want to do is cuddle you.”

She laughed softly against his chest, wrapping her arms tightly while she said, “We should clean up, you know.”

Rodan whined and shook his head, placing it on top of her head. He hummed pleasantly, “Mmm, give me a couple of minutes.”

“Rodan,” she drawled, “C’mon, we’re both sweaty and gross…” 

“You didn’t seem to mind when I was fill–”

“–Finish that sentence and you will die!" Mothra slapped his arm and he whined.

“Alright!” Rodan laughed innocently, moving to sit up “Let’s go get cleaned up, baby.”

***

The roommates had returned to Mothra’s bed shortly after a shower together and Rodan had left  to put on a t-shirt and some pajama pants. Mothra got dressed on her own and tidied up her bed before lying down and getting comfortable.

Rodan joined her a moment after, instantly wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her neck. He hummed happily before he pressed kisses to her neck, listening to her giggle. “No more,” she pleaded, “I want to sleep.”

“Fineeee,” he whined playfully. His fingers softly traced her spine and he adjusted her, making her rest against him instead of the other way around. His thoughts wandered as he settled into the comfortable warmth and silence of Mothra’s bedroom. He glanced at the half-asleep woman beside him, “Mothra?”

“Yeah, Rodan?” She tilted her face, letting her eyes meet his again.  “Are we… What is this?”

“A relationship?”

Rodan paused, “Like friend-relationship or…”

Mothra laughed tiredly and slid a hand to his cheek, tilting his head down for her to kiss his lips. He melted into her, briefly enjoying her sweetness before she pulled back. The white-haired woman snuggled into his chest and fell silent for a beat. At first, the red-head believed she wasn’t going to answer him but then she whispered: “I love you too, Rodan” into his chest.

He smiled, kissing the top of her head. “I love you more,” he muttered into the dark. His fingers traced circles on her shoulders and he waited until she fell asleep, her light snoring filling the room around him, before he let himself drift off to sleep as well.