12-21-2016, 12:57 AM
That playful little nip was kind of adorable. I snort and nip right back, snapping my teeth shut on the air just shy of his skin, huffing out an amused breath as I pull away and put that distance between us. And his lips twist into a teasing grin at my use of baby’s squishy, mushy, happy little nickname, just like I expected. Good man, Still, even if the ground feels a little more solid as we drift back to familiar footing, I need to hear the words. More than I would have expected, really, but...but I don’t have a whole lot of people left in my life. I’ve lost so goddamn many over the years, and I really fucking like this one, okay? So I don’t quite manage to relax until he speaks again.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Just like my sassy grin is hiding a whole lot of unspoken please don’t leave me, there’s a serious solemnity to his words despite that damn smirk lingering on his face. And if my eyes shine a little brighter, it’s damn well not tears, okay? Or at least not ones that will fall. A smile lights up my face, all trace of sass gone even if only for a moment, and I nod. “Good. I’m really fucking glad to hear that. Princess.” Okay, so it lasted all of half a second. I couldn’t quite keep what has somehow become a warped little term of endearment from slipping out, or my lips from quirking in amusement. Which is wayeasier better than being all teary-eyed, that’s for damn sure.
And now that he’s chased away the last traces of fear that he’ll vanish into the night and I’ll never see him again, it’s easy to take that soft little suggestion that maybe I should waddle my way on home to Rhory at face value. Or at least mostly at face value. He’s not wrong, and maybe a little time to process things will be good for both of us. “Probably should, yeah. I wouldn’t want him to worry, and baby here is jonesing for some cuddle time. Like always. Get ready,” I add, an extra dash of mischief in my grin. “I’m pretty sure this one’s gonna be allllll up in your space. Snuggly, wiggly little thing, just you wait and see. And uncles are right at the top of the cuddle list.”
With a toss of my head and a swish of my tail I turn to leave. Not quite as satisfying as another bump of my shoulder against his, or a cozy little nudge with my nose, but it’ll have to do. “Not long now! Better savor your quiet time while you’ve got it, precious, because it’ll be a hell of a lot harder to come by soon.” Normally I’d make some sassy remark about not staring to hard at my enormous ass as I waddle away, but it feels a little inappropriate at the moment and sometimes I can have at least a tiny bit of tact. I snort and shake my head, and throw a quick little, “kiss kiss” over my shoulder before dragging my very, very pregnant self on home to my man. Not that that’s a whole hell of a lot better, but there’s only so much restraint I can manage in one day, okay? Best I could do.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Just like my sassy grin is hiding a whole lot of unspoken please don’t leave me, there’s a serious solemnity to his words despite that damn smirk lingering on his face. And if my eyes shine a little brighter, it’s damn well not tears, okay? Or at least not ones that will fall. A smile lights up my face, all trace of sass gone even if only for a moment, and I nod. “Good. I’m really fucking glad to hear that. Princess.” Okay, so it lasted all of half a second. I couldn’t quite keep what has somehow become a warped little term of endearment from slipping out, or my lips from quirking in amusement. Which is way
And now that he’s chased away the last traces of fear that he’ll vanish into the night and I’ll never see him again, it’s easy to take that soft little suggestion that maybe I should waddle my way on home to Rhory at face value. Or at least mostly at face value. He’s not wrong, and maybe a little time to process things will be good for both of us. “Probably should, yeah. I wouldn’t want him to worry, and baby here is jonesing for some cuddle time. Like always. Get ready,” I add, an extra dash of mischief in my grin. “I’m pretty sure this one’s gonna be allllll up in your space. Snuggly, wiggly little thing, just you wait and see. And uncles are right at the top of the cuddle list.”
With a toss of my head and a swish of my tail I turn to leave. Not quite as satisfying as another bump of my shoulder against his, or a cozy little nudge with my nose, but it’ll have to do. “Not long now! Better savor your quiet time while you’ve got it, precious, because it’ll be a hell of a lot harder to come by soon.” Normally I’d make some sassy remark about not staring to hard at my enormous ass as I waddle away, but it feels a little inappropriate at the moment and sometimes I can have at least a tiny bit of tact. I snort and shake my head, and throw a quick little, “kiss kiss” over my shoulder before dragging my very, very pregnant self on home to my man. Not that that’s a whole hell of a lot better, but there’s only so much restraint I can manage in one day, okay? Best I could do.