just_1_word | 31.9. Fingers
31.9 Fingers
Co-written with paramedically
Ali was naked for the pure and simple reason she didn't want to put clothes on. Andrew's bathrobe had sufficed after her shower, but she had now discarded it on the bed and was standing naked in front of the full length bedroom mirror. She had hardly looked in a mirror during her first pregnancy, and had expected to feel the same during this one, but she didn't. She felt different, but she just couldn't put her finger on how.
She brushed her thumbs over the light stretch marks from when she had been carrying Jamie. She had her figure well and truly back, but only because she hadn't been able to eat much in the wake of James' 'death'. It had been such a tragedy when she fell pregnant that she was going to lose her figure, but after the birth, she didn't think about it. She had bigger fish to fry. It was strange how things that seemed so prominent and important during the shock pregnancy dilute to almost nothingness once you hold your first child in your arms and start learning how to be a Mum by default. You stop thinking about yourself and start existing for that tiny person that came out of you.
She pulled her lips to the side and tilted her head. What she did need was a bikini wax, but just the thought of anyone messing around down there and tearing hair from its socket with hot wax made her want to cry. Comfort before beauty. She would as soon as get a french braid down there before she let anyone tear the hair out in the prime of her early pregnancy hormone avalanche. She tilted her hips forward and splayed her hand over her lower abdomen. She still couldn't quite believe she was about to do it all again. Her gut was making funny churning noises, but it felt more like hunger than nausea this time. Or maybe flatulence. If Andrew stuck with her through that not-so-little pregnancy symptom, they were a match made in heaven. She went over to her handbag and dug out of a Mars Bar. She tore the wrapper open and was biting into it when she went back to stand in front of the mirror again.
Maybe she actually liked how she looked this time? There was no bump, but there would be soon. She almost wished she could feel a little swell under her fingers to experience that warm early pregnancy feeling that she missed with Sunshine from just sheer terror. This time she was happy. She had Sunshine, she loved being a Mummy, she had Andrew, she was getting married. It was real happy, unlike she had ever felt in her life. And the little squishy dot growing somewhere inside her was just going to be an addition to that. The thought of it was tiring, but it wasn't daunting or frightening. She was just wondering if she was incubating a little mini penis inside when she felt strong arms wrap around her and warm hands enclosed around hers on her stomach. She caught Andrew's gaze via the mirror with a smile and took the Mars Bar from her mouth. "You might not want to stand there. I was just wondering if my gurgling gut was nausea, hunger or wanting to fart."
Andrew laughed softly, resting his chin on her shoulder and watching their linked hands in the mirror. "I'll brave the risk," he assured her. "Are Mars Bars the new Pepto, huh?" he teased and kissed her neck just below her ear.
"I think maybe yes," Ali said with a grin and offered him a bite. She tucked her head against his and curled their fingers together. She watched their hands on her stomach, feeling something tweak inside her. This was why she felt different. The baby was there because they loved each other and they were together, just like they already were with Jamie. His hands were warm, just like they always were. He might not have gotten her pregnant the last time, but he helped her know that giving birth could turn out okay afterall. "Are you okay, gorgeous?"
Andrew swallowed the bite of chocolate, licking his lips as he nodded. "I think maybe yes," he said with a smile. "I'm sorry it took me awhile. My post nightshift brain wasn't letting me process anything beyond the shock and the worry that this was going to hurt you all over again. But you're beautiful, and I'm not going to tell you that you're glowing because I suspect you might elbow me in the nuts if I do. You just look... peaceful. And every time I think about the fact you have our baby in there that we made together one of those times in Australia, I just get this nervous, excited feeling in my gut that isn't all that far off wanting to pee my pants from anticipation. Because every single time on our holiday was just perfect, and if that's the reason you're pregnant now, then maybe it's just meant to be? I'll take care of all three of you the best I can, and I know it won't be easy, especially for you, but we can do it, right? I'll be there through every single horrible pregnant moment, and if I'm at work, you can tell me all about it with extensive gory details when I get home."
Ali was inevitably crying by this point, tears streaming down her cheeks as she listened to him. Her fingers had tightened their grip with his and she nodded. "I can do that. Only if it comes with a really extensive backrub, too," she joked tearfully. She turned in the embrace to cup his face in her hands to kiss him, even if it was wet an urgent as she tried to convey her love and gratitude through her lips. She pulled back, searching his eyes. "Just one more thing before I get back to incubating a possible mini penis?"
Andrew laughed, raising his eyebrows. "A possible mini penis, huh? Is this like when you thought Sunshine was a boy, so you called her Kermit?" he asked, amused. His hands came to rest on her bare hips and he stroked his fingers over her soft skin. "Anything."
"Can you please fuck me into the mattress?" Ali asked hopefully. She touched his lower lip with her thumb, wetting her own lips in anticipation. "I want to be sweaty with you and feel you buried so far in me I scream your name because I need you so badly. Please? It won't hurt the baby. The baby wants Mummy to get off right now, preferrably with Daddy buried balls deep inside her. Like a reenactment of conception. A healthy history lesson. Or you could just lie there, and I'll ride you? Or maybe we could do both? With chocolate sauce. Then we can have a shower, and have hot, horny wet wall sex because your balls feel really good wet and soapy and I love the way your cock--"
Andrew gently put his hand over her mouth, his eyes shining mischievously. Just hearing her talk like that had him hard now that he had leapt over the little hurdle of worrying about hurting her during sex. It seemed it was quite the opposite. She might hurt him if he didn't come to the party. "For someone who wants to get laid, you talk an awful lot," he teased and laughed when he felt her tongue swipe across his palm. "So, what first?"
Ali broke into a grin and growled as she pushed him backwards onto the bed, climbing on top of him. "Hello, fiance smorgasboard," she purred and roughly pushed his t-shirt up to reveal his toned chest. She licked her lips hungrily. "I think all of it," she decided and caught his lips with hers in another searing kiss.
Word Count | 1,327
Co-written with paramedically
Ali was naked for the pure and simple reason she didn't want to put clothes on. Andrew's bathrobe had sufficed after her shower, but she had now discarded it on the bed and was standing naked in front of the full length bedroom mirror. She had hardly looked in a mirror during her first pregnancy, and had expected to feel the same during this one, but she didn't. She felt different, but she just couldn't put her finger on how.
She brushed her thumbs over the light stretch marks from when she had been carrying Jamie. She had her figure well and truly back, but only because she hadn't been able to eat much in the wake of James' 'death'. It had been such a tragedy when she fell pregnant that she was going to lose her figure, but after the birth, she didn't think about it. She had bigger fish to fry. It was strange how things that seemed so prominent and important during the shock pregnancy dilute to almost nothingness once you hold your first child in your arms and start learning how to be a Mum by default. You stop thinking about yourself and start existing for that tiny person that came out of you.
She pulled her lips to the side and tilted her head. What she did need was a bikini wax, but just the thought of anyone messing around down there and tearing hair from its socket with hot wax made her want to cry. Comfort before beauty. She would as soon as get a french braid down there before she let anyone tear the hair out in the prime of her early pregnancy hormone avalanche. She tilted her hips forward and splayed her hand over her lower abdomen. She still couldn't quite believe she was about to do it all again. Her gut was making funny churning noises, but it felt more like hunger than nausea this time. Or maybe flatulence. If Andrew stuck with her through that not-so-little pregnancy symptom, they were a match made in heaven. She went over to her handbag and dug out of a Mars Bar. She tore the wrapper open and was biting into it when she went back to stand in front of the mirror again.
Maybe she actually liked how she looked this time? There was no bump, but there would be soon. She almost wished she could feel a little swell under her fingers to experience that warm early pregnancy feeling that she missed with Sunshine from just sheer terror. This time she was happy. She had Sunshine, she loved being a Mummy, she had Andrew, she was getting married. It was real happy, unlike she had ever felt in her life. And the little squishy dot growing somewhere inside her was just going to be an addition to that. The thought of it was tiring, but it wasn't daunting or frightening. She was just wondering if she was incubating a little mini penis inside when she felt strong arms wrap around her and warm hands enclosed around hers on her stomach. She caught Andrew's gaze via the mirror with a smile and took the Mars Bar from her mouth. "You might not want to stand there. I was just wondering if my gurgling gut was nausea, hunger or wanting to fart."
Andrew laughed softly, resting his chin on her shoulder and watching their linked hands in the mirror. "I'll brave the risk," he assured her. "Are Mars Bars the new Pepto, huh?" he teased and kissed her neck just below her ear.
"I think maybe yes," Ali said with a grin and offered him a bite. She tucked her head against his and curled their fingers together. She watched their hands on her stomach, feeling something tweak inside her. This was why she felt different. The baby was there because they loved each other and they were together, just like they already were with Jamie. His hands were warm, just like they always were. He might not have gotten her pregnant the last time, but he helped her know that giving birth could turn out okay afterall. "Are you okay, gorgeous?"
Andrew swallowed the bite of chocolate, licking his lips as he nodded. "I think maybe yes," he said with a smile. "I'm sorry it took me awhile. My post nightshift brain wasn't letting me process anything beyond the shock and the worry that this was going to hurt you all over again. But you're beautiful, and I'm not going to tell you that you're glowing because I suspect you might elbow me in the nuts if I do. You just look... peaceful. And every time I think about the fact you have our baby in there that we made together one of those times in Australia, I just get this nervous, excited feeling in my gut that isn't all that far off wanting to pee my pants from anticipation. Because every single time on our holiday was just perfect, and if that's the reason you're pregnant now, then maybe it's just meant to be? I'll take care of all three of you the best I can, and I know it won't be easy, especially for you, but we can do it, right? I'll be there through every single horrible pregnant moment, and if I'm at work, you can tell me all about it with extensive gory details when I get home."
Ali was inevitably crying by this point, tears streaming down her cheeks as she listened to him. Her fingers had tightened their grip with his and she nodded. "I can do that. Only if it comes with a really extensive backrub, too," she joked tearfully. She turned in the embrace to cup his face in her hands to kiss him, even if it was wet an urgent as she tried to convey her love and gratitude through her lips. She pulled back, searching his eyes. "Just one more thing before I get back to incubating a possible mini penis?"
Andrew laughed, raising his eyebrows. "A possible mini penis, huh? Is this like when you thought Sunshine was a boy, so you called her Kermit?" he asked, amused. His hands came to rest on her bare hips and he stroked his fingers over her soft skin. "Anything."
"Can you please fuck me into the mattress?" Ali asked hopefully. She touched his lower lip with her thumb, wetting her own lips in anticipation. "I want to be sweaty with you and feel you buried so far in me I scream your name because I need you so badly. Please? It won't hurt the baby. The baby wants Mummy to get off right now, preferrably with Daddy buried balls deep inside her. Like a reenactment of conception. A healthy history lesson. Or you could just lie there, and I'll ride you? Or maybe we could do both? With chocolate sauce. Then we can have a shower, and have hot, horny wet wall sex because your balls feel really good wet and soapy and I love the way your cock--"
Andrew gently put his hand over her mouth, his eyes shining mischievously. Just hearing her talk like that had him hard now that he had leapt over the little hurdle of worrying about hurting her during sex. It seemed it was quite the opposite. She might hurt him if he didn't come to the party. "For someone who wants to get laid, you talk an awful lot," he teased and laughed when he felt her tongue swipe across his palm. "So, what first?"
Ali broke into a grin and growled as she pushed him backwards onto the bed, climbing on top of him. "Hello, fiance smorgasboard," she purred and roughly pushed his t-shirt up to reveal his toned chest. She licked her lips hungrily. "I think all of it," she decided and caught his lips with hers in another searing kiss.
Word Count | 1,327