Wild wild west. [[closed to John for H&M]]

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( Continued from here)Erica makes her way back to the bedroom, and because she doesn't know about all of these glowing lights, she finds the candles and matches, and lights all of them she can find, then flips that switch so that only the glow of the candles is in the room. It's like home, and it's much, much better for her. Some things she loves -

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[yippiekiyaymf]

John comes in with a bowl of ice cream in each hand, and is stopped dead by the sight of her lying there in the flickering light, head surrounded by the pool of gold that is her hair.

"I keep thinking I remember how beautiful you are, but you keep taking my breath away."

[yippiekiyaymf]

"Don't get used to the ice cream, half pint," John chuckled. "It's a rare treat." He flattens his hand on her belly, trying to feel any movement.

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"Right here," she says, holding his hand flat against her belly. And she can feel it, an insistent kick as the baby seems to tumble.

[yippiekiyaymf]

John frowns with concentration, trying to feel it. There might be something...a flutter like a being in a swimming hole when a fish swims close by, but he's not sure. He cocks his head.

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"One day soon, daddy. It'll be a hard kick."

She puts her empty bowl on the night stand and looks up at him, stroking his arm up and down softly.

"It's going by mighty quick."

[yippiekiyaymf]

His own bowl empty, he puts it down and turns to face her, stroking her face with gentle but chilly fingers..

"The good stuff always does."

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Erica shivers with a little laugh. "You're cold." And she knows her toes are, and she brings them to his legs.

[yippiekiyaymf]

He chuckles,

"You always do that," He protests, but helps tuck her cold toes between his legs to warm them, then slides his cold hands between her legs.

[5thcolumnfed]

She shrieks a little, tensing, but soon she relaxes and laughs softly. "Amazing that we don't need ten blankets though, isn't it?"

[yippiekiyaymf]

"You're my favorite blanket." The ones on this bed were nice though, softer than the softest wool he'd ever felt. He pulled a corner of one up and stroked her skin with it.

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Erica's eyes close and she sighs contently before kissing his shoulder. "I miss being your blanket, that's true. It's hard now, falling asleep without the sound of your heart in my ear."

[yippiekiyaymf]

He slides up against her, as close as he can.

"When the blackbird in the spring sat on the willow tree. He sat and rocked, I heard him sing, sing of Aura Lea," he sang gently.

[5thcolumnfed]

While he sings, her hands move up and down his sides, and she drags her lips lightly across his throat. And when there's a lull, she pulls away enough to be able to tug the shirt over her head again, hair tumbling back over her shoulders.

[yippiekiyaymf]

She was still wearing the clinging blue garments beneath it, and John couldn't keep his lips and hands from tracing the edges of the blue lace across her breasts.

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"You always look at me like fire, but there's something else in your eyes when you look at me wearing these," she gasps softly.

[yippiekiyaymf]

"It's probably wonder, that anyone can be so beautiful." He pinched her nipple through the fabric as he kissed along her jaw to her mouth.