04-07-2017, 01:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-07-2017, 01:48 PM by Disastardly.)
Dizzy slowly came awake, a smile flirting with one corner of her lips as she shifted just a little closer, nestled up against her lover, her head pillowed on his shoulder. She rubbed her cheek there, breathing out a content little sigh, pressed her lips to the bony plate of armor that felt so right somehow, so him. “Dovev,” she murmured sleepily, opening her eyes and trailing her nose along the underside of his neck, brushing a kiss to his jawline. “Mmm...good morning.”
He stirred just a bit, and his reluctance to wake made her smile spread, engaging her whole mouth, softening her eyes. God, it felt good to wake up next to him. Her chest felt light, buoyed by hours spent tangled up in his embrace. She hadn’t slept so soundly, so peacefully, in...hell, maybe forever. And she couldn’t quite seem to stop touching him, her lips wandering along the line of his neck, her leg brushing lightly against his, her back arching to press her just a little closer, as if closer were even possible.
“Wake up, honey,” she crooned, tracing the curve of his ear with the soft of her nose. They really should talk. Even if she’d much rather lie here forever, coaxing him slowly awake with soft touches, quiet whispers, gentle caresses. Mmm, forever didn’t sound long enough.
There was heat kindling in his eyes when he finally opened them, and she wondered with a smirk just how long he’d been awake. He kissed the smirk right off her lips, and she lost herself in loving him all over again, long and slow and so sweet it made her heart ache for more, more of this, more of him, more of the two of them. More of that look in his eyes, the way he stared into her and saw everything, saw all of her, and claimed every jagged, broken piece for his own. The way she didn’t feel so broken when she was lying in his arms.
She wanted him, all of him, all the darkness she’d seen in him from the start, and the fiercely burning brightness that warred with it. Complicated and fractured and utterly beautiful. Rough and urgent, soft and tender, he was everything she’d never known she wanted, never known she needed. She caught his lips in another kiss, pressed her forehead against his, and claimed him right back. “Mine.” Pulling back just far enough to lock their gazes again, she nodded and said it again. “You’re mine, Dovev.” Her voice shook with the force of emotions she couldn’t name welling up inside her, and she stared into the endless black of his eyes and gave herself over completely.
“And I’m yours.”
A rough, shaky breath, and she pressed her lips to the blue studded with starlight that decorated the corner of his mouth. “Mine,” she said again, and she set about claiming every last inch of him, slowly exploring his body, every sharp edge of him, every seam where skin met bone, every taste of star-studded blue. Hers to touch, hers to taste, hers to…love.
And fuck, if that didn’t scare the hell out of her. But the word rang like truth in her chest, just as real and honest and implacable as the one she spoke, the one she was ready to give him when love was still so new, a secret sweeping through her and changing the whole world all over again. “My Dovev,” she purred, pressing her lips to his chest, looking up at him as she made her way down his belly and lower still, claiming him with every taste, every touch. Taking her sweet time reminding him why exactly he loved her damn mouth so much.
God, the sounds he could make. Dragging them out of him made her heart pound harder, faster, heat and pressure and need building inside her until she gave up the taste of him on her tongue to pull back and gasp, “Dov, please.” And Dov was never one to deny her when she was in need. So very, very accommodating, her Dovev.
This time when they were through, she collapsed against him, not quite convinced she could move if her life depended on it. A pack of wolves could have howled in the distance, and she would have been dinner for far less delightful lips and teeth and tongues than Dov’s. She grinned and a tired little laugh shook her chest as she pressed a kiss to Dov’s sweaty shoulder. “Mmm...I was gonna talk to you. Keep getting distracted. Not that I mind.” At all. God, he could distract her any day.
Shit, what did she want to talk to him about?
A well-timed kick reminded her of the answer to that question. “Oh. Right. Uh. Guessing you probably noticed this part, but I’m...sorta pregnant.” She snorted. Sorta. Sorta pregnant, like it was anything other than a yes or a no. Pregnant or not pregnant. “On my way to very pregnant, as it happens. I don’t…” She looked away, her lips pressing together, her jaw clenching as she pulled in a rough breath. “I don’t know if...I mean, with the timing, it could be Zor’s, or it could be yours.”
She didn’t know. Might never know, unless the baby came out obviously one of theirs or the other’s. She might have to look her baby in the eye and tell it she didn’t know who its father was. God, the kid was gonna hate her and it hadn’t even been born yet. “I...I’ll understand if you don’t want to, so please don’t feel pressured. But if you do?” She looked up at him again, naked and vulnerable before him as she always seemed to be somehow. “If you want to be a part of this baby’s life, I’d like th--”
She cut herself off, not wanting to put her wants on him. It was his decision, all his, and she wouldn’t try to sway him with how damn good it would feel to have him at her side in this. She took a breath, let it out slowly, and tried again. “I mean, you would be welcome. You don’t have to make any decisions right now, there’s months yet ‘til the baby comes, and if you want to wait and see it first, that’s okay too. And I can...I can do this on my own, I don’t want you to feel...obligated, or...fuck.”
She sighed. “I just mean...god, I’m no good at this. Let me try again. Hey, Dov. I’m pregnant. Could be yours, but I don’t know. You’re absolutely welcome to be involved, if you want. No pressure.” Wincing and wrinkling her nose at the fumbling, awkward mess she’d made of the conversation, she looked up at him and shut her damn mouth so he could get a word in edgewise.
He stirred just a bit, and his reluctance to wake made her smile spread, engaging her whole mouth, softening her eyes. God, it felt good to wake up next to him. Her chest felt light, buoyed by hours spent tangled up in his embrace. She hadn’t slept so soundly, so peacefully, in...hell, maybe forever. And she couldn’t quite seem to stop touching him, her lips wandering along the line of his neck, her leg brushing lightly against his, her back arching to press her just a little closer, as if closer were even possible.
“Wake up, honey,” she crooned, tracing the curve of his ear with the soft of her nose. They really should talk. Even if she’d much rather lie here forever, coaxing him slowly awake with soft touches, quiet whispers, gentle caresses. Mmm, forever didn’t sound long enough.
There was heat kindling in his eyes when he finally opened them, and she wondered with a smirk just how long he’d been awake. He kissed the smirk right off her lips, and she lost herself in loving him all over again, long and slow and so sweet it made her heart ache for more, more of this, more of him, more of the two of them. More of that look in his eyes, the way he stared into her and saw everything, saw all of her, and claimed every jagged, broken piece for his own. The way she didn’t feel so broken when she was lying in his arms.
She wanted him, all of him, all the darkness she’d seen in him from the start, and the fiercely burning brightness that warred with it. Complicated and fractured and utterly beautiful. Rough and urgent, soft and tender, he was everything she’d never known she wanted, never known she needed. She caught his lips in another kiss, pressed her forehead against his, and claimed him right back. “Mine.” Pulling back just far enough to lock their gazes again, she nodded and said it again. “You’re mine, Dovev.” Her voice shook with the force of emotions she couldn’t name welling up inside her, and she stared into the endless black of his eyes and gave herself over completely.
“And I’m yours.”
A rough, shaky breath, and she pressed her lips to the blue studded with starlight that decorated the corner of his mouth. “Mine,” she said again, and she set about claiming every last inch of him, slowly exploring his body, every sharp edge of him, every seam where skin met bone, every taste of star-studded blue. Hers to touch, hers to taste, hers to…love.
And fuck, if that didn’t scare the hell out of her. But the word rang like truth in her chest, just as real and honest and implacable as the one she spoke, the one she was ready to give him when love was still so new, a secret sweeping through her and changing the whole world all over again. “My Dovev,” she purred, pressing her lips to his chest, looking up at him as she made her way down his belly and lower still, claiming him with every taste, every touch. Taking her sweet time reminding him why exactly he loved her damn mouth so much.
God, the sounds he could make. Dragging them out of him made her heart pound harder, faster, heat and pressure and need building inside her until she gave up the taste of him on her tongue to pull back and gasp, “Dov, please.” And Dov was never one to deny her when she was in need. So very, very accommodating, her Dovev.
This time when they were through, she collapsed against him, not quite convinced she could move if her life depended on it. A pack of wolves could have howled in the distance, and she would have been dinner for far less delightful lips and teeth and tongues than Dov’s. She grinned and a tired little laugh shook her chest as she pressed a kiss to Dov’s sweaty shoulder. “Mmm...I was gonna talk to you. Keep getting distracted. Not that I mind.” At all. God, he could distract her any day.
Shit, what did she want to talk to him about?
A well-timed kick reminded her of the answer to that question. “Oh. Right. Uh. Guessing you probably noticed this part, but I’m...sorta pregnant.” She snorted. Sorta. Sorta pregnant, like it was anything other than a yes or a no. Pregnant or not pregnant. “On my way to very pregnant, as it happens. I don’t…” She looked away, her lips pressing together, her jaw clenching as she pulled in a rough breath. “I don’t know if...I mean, with the timing, it could be Zor’s, or it could be yours.”
She didn’t know. Might never know, unless the baby came out obviously one of theirs or the other’s. She might have to look her baby in the eye and tell it she didn’t know who its father was. God, the kid was gonna hate her and it hadn’t even been born yet. “I...I’ll understand if you don’t want to, so please don’t feel pressured. But if you do?” She looked up at him again, naked and vulnerable before him as she always seemed to be somehow. “If you want to be a part of this baby’s life, I’d like th--”
She cut herself off, not wanting to put her wants on him. It was his decision, all his, and she wouldn’t try to sway him with how damn good it would feel to have him at her side in this. She took a breath, let it out slowly, and tried again. “I mean, you would be welcome. You don’t have to make any decisions right now, there’s months yet ‘til the baby comes, and if you want to wait and see it first, that’s okay too. And I can...I can do this on my own, I don’t want you to feel...obligated, or...fuck.”
She sighed. “I just mean...god, I’m no good at this. Let me try again. Hey, Dov. I’m pregnant. Could be yours, but I don’t know. You’re absolutely welcome to be involved, if you want. No pressure.” Wincing and wrinkling her nose at the fumbling, awkward mess she’d made of the conversation, she looked up at him and shut her damn mouth so he could get a word in edgewise.
(Hey, look, she got to the talking part eventually!)