[ she can be as possessive over him as she likes. she has nothing to worry about, of course, but if she wants to enforce that understanding on him and everyone around them, he would be the last person to refuse it. (he has yet to ask her about this, but given that she hasn't stopped him marking the hell out of her neck, she likely has no problem with it either.)

challenging, as usual. he gives a light huff of a laugh, and leans into her hand, but as soon as she mentions that last little desire, another thrill runs up his body, quick as lightning.

an idle thought that he has to toss away for now: he needs his own human self back, and god, he wants it soon. he'd wanted to wait until after their final week here, when he might not need to keep his metal body to fight some newborn god, but the temptation is there. it weighs heavy on him every time he and karlach are this close, bare and in bed, fucking or holding each other or ruminating over their future.

he smiles, exhaling deeply, gathering her hair over her shoulder before smoothing his hand behind her neck. ]

You think I wouldn't? [ he kisses her cheek. ] Watchin' you there between my legs, makin' a mess of me? Let's just see if you can wear me out.