Loving him was never enough.

Until fairly recently, Melon had never been hugged. He never felt the need, someone like him, devoid of affection or sensitivity, he never felt that urge. Things were different now, evidently, as he laid in his futon with his lover, the blue light of the moon just barely illuminated their features, they were perfect.

But Melon knew his limitations, he couldn't love them normally. His love was ugly, raw, violent. But God, did he love them. Melon reached forward and cupped their cheek, practically melting at the feeling of their flesh underneath his hand. "I love you." He finally stated, leaning in and licking their cheek. He never knew love could be tender, but he tried. So hard.

Melon shifted his weight to his arms, the fabric falling down his chest, revealing those countless leaves that decorated his body. And then he leaned to lick them again, this time their neck, slowly making his way up to kiss them. He wanted to consume them whole.