The way she reaches for his tie causes this cascading effect all up and down his body; some of it's anticipation and some of it's pure unbidden reaction. Whatever it is, it makes him sit up a little bit more and wrap his arm around her and pull her close, explore every bit of her mouth just waiting there against his lips, his tongue, and damn if she's not just as eager as he is.
Even though he knows it's not going to go quite as far as it wants to go, it's still a kick and she's so exotic and so warm and so fucking sexy and that's something he's always thought, every minute of the last two years, pregnant or not. For all he knows it's pure chemistry at work between them. Whatever it is, he fucking loves it.
He holds her and holds her and holds her, and one of her hands is still in his hair and the other on his tie like a lifeline, and his hand is still on her back, and her eyes are closed and so are his, and the lights of the movie playing to no one on the television still flicker silently. The only sounds he hears are quick little intakes of breath when there's a fraction of a moment for those, and the beating of their hearts, and it's like the first night he brought her up here all over again: the anticipation, the exploration, the want, the longing, the selfish thought of forgetting about everyone and everything else, because this moment is just for them. His lips trail down to the underside of her chin to kiss the pulse beating in her neck; the heat between them is palpable.
It feels like it's been forever since they last had a moment like this.
At first he almost doesn't notice the other sound creeping in because it's so small and so foreign to the whole mood, but it's persistent and getting louder. Resting his head against Beth's forehead, he lets out a little almost-silent answering laugh. It's a sound he's starting to recognize: a small and entirely priceless princess needs something. Changing, he thinks, from the sound of her little cry; he gives Beth one more kiss on the lips before backing away from her, off the bed, standing.
It kind of looks like both his Beths want him.
What a lucky fucking guy; wearing an entirely indulgent smile, he whisks Beth Junior up from her basket and kisses her baby-sized fist into opening before setting her down on the bureau -- now a makeshift changing table -- and reaching for a fresh diaper.
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Even though he knows it's not going to go quite as far as it wants to go, it's still a kick and she's so exotic and so warm and so fucking sexy and that's something he's always thought, every minute of the last two years, pregnant or not. For all he knows it's pure chemistry at work between them. Whatever it is, he fucking loves it.
He holds her and holds her and holds her, and one of her hands is still in his hair and the other on his tie like a lifeline, and his hand is still on her back, and her eyes are closed and so are his, and the lights of the movie playing to no one on the television still flicker silently. The only sounds he hears are quick little intakes of breath when there's a fraction of a moment for those, and the beating of their hearts, and it's like the first night he brought her up here all over again: the anticipation, the exploration, the want, the longing, the selfish thought of forgetting about everyone and everything else, because this moment is just for them. His lips trail down to the underside of her chin to kiss the pulse beating in her neck; the heat between them is palpable.
It feels like it's been forever since they last had a moment like this.
At first he almost doesn't notice the other sound creeping in because it's so small and so foreign to the whole mood, but it's persistent and getting louder. Resting his head against Beth's forehead, he lets out a little almost-silent answering laugh. It's a sound he's starting to recognize: a small and entirely priceless princess needs something. Changing, he thinks, from the sound of her little cry; he gives Beth one more kiss on the lips before backing away from her, off the bed, standing.
It kind of looks like both his Beths want him.
What a lucky fucking guy; wearing an entirely indulgent smile, he whisks Beth Junior up from her basket and kisses her baby-sized fist into opening before setting her down on the bureau -- now a makeshift changing table -- and reaching for a fresh diaper.
I was right. How 'bout that.