kadytheredpanda

Title: By the Glow of a Television Set
Author: Kady the Red Panda
Fandom(s): Spirou et Fantasio
Pairing(s): Spirou/Seccotine
Rating: T
Warning(s): some mention of sexual situations
Summary: Werewolf AU. Sometimes silent moments are the best.
Word Count: 500-ish
Disclaimer: I'm not involved with Dupuis Publishing.
Other tidbits: Wow, a Spirou werewolf AU fanfic of mine with no sex. Though, obviously there was sex earlier if there's a bun in Seccotine's oven. I needed some fluffy werewolf stuff. For some reason I find fluffy werewolf romance especially adorable and sweet. Could also work with the themes family, kids, and comfort.

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The movie's end credits rolled. Something else would start in its place very soon but Spirou did not intend to watch. Seccotine dozed off earlier during a rollerblading montage.  Now she snoozed with her head in his lap and her clawed hands on her pregnant belly.

Ah yes. The baby-to-be inside her was most likely conceived during  a full moon like the one hanging outside at that moment. When both were human they managed to use protection whenever they made love. It wasn't an excuse, but once Seccotine was a werewolf that step was quickly forgotten;  the faster Spirou got inside her the better it appeared.

It was actually during a trip the gynecologist so that Seccotine could get birth control pills that they discovered it was too late to receive them. Seccotine was already pregnant for at least a month by then, the doctor estimated.

She arrived at his house later that day to tell him the news. She came a nervous wreck and while Fantasio was preparing dinner for Spirou and himself. Finding out he was going to be a father at twenty was shocking, yet at the same time pleasing. It wasn't just a child coming to be; it was his, and Seccotine's too to boot. How could he hate that fact? Any discussion about werewolf genes would have to come later when his best friend wasn't around. But then again it wasn't the most important thing for Seccotine to hear or converse about at that time. Instead of further anxiety or a broken heart she left stomach stuffed with vegetable soup and heart free of weight ,precisely what he felt she needed.

Three full moons passed since that time. The carnal lust remained, and they still became intimate full moon or no from time to time after the gynecologist assured that it was alright.  

The two's main priority, however, was now the fetus. Spirou's hand joined Seccotine's. He lightly rubbed the furry belly up and down. From what he knew it was too early for the baby to kick or otherwise respond to hands pressing against its protective environment. Spirou only hoped it knew, somehow, that Mommy and Daddy already loved it regardless of form.

Seccotine's reaction to his touches, meanwhile, was more obvious. Even in sleep he heard her contently sigh, felt her nestle further into his lap.  Her warmth against his body further comforted him.

The television shut off and Spirou yawned. It was past two in the morning. Time to hit the sack. Only problem was that getting there would mean moving--

Screw it. Spirou shut his eyes, clasped his hand into Seccotine's. Come dawn it would be human again. Not that he cared either way what her form was or would be. Sleeping like this, enjoying her, enjoying them together, in this silence, was the most important thing in his mind at that moment. With her (and now, their unborn child) in his life he felt as complete as he could be.