( She takes his hand, because it makes it easier to climb on top of their mattress, hand curled protectively round her belly. )
I just don't want to jinx it. What if I forget something? What if I have the baby and every single thought on how to look after it just flies out of my head.
( She's not elegant like this, resting beside him with a huff. Instinctively, she presses her head against his shoulder. )
( There's no point in masking the pure love in her voice. He knows how happy she is with him. Clarice doesn't think she would have even wanted this kind of life without John by her side. He's kept her steady for years now, and she's never lost that rush she felt the first time she laid eyes on him. )
Okay, no more baby books.
( She will give them away. Or maybe mail them to Lauren. She's been talking about kids. )
When's James coming to visit again? Ava's made him a card. I say a card. It's more like a piece of paper she chewed on and then dumped glitter all over.
[ John sighs, resisting the urge to roll his eyes to himself, even if the feelings in his chest are fond as ever when Clarice mentions his brother. ]
You know him, he says he'll visit next month, and he actually appears three months after that.
[ He's been better, in recent years, less running around, less putting himself in danger. More responsible. But he's still not the reliable Proudstar son. ]
Last time we talked, he said before the baby's born, and for a few weeks after. I think he's treating helping out as some kind of trial by fire, which means I have to grill him about a potential girlfriend.
( She says it so casually that she doesn't even register that John doesn't know until he looks at her. Eyebrows arching, she laughs. )
What? You think you're the only Proudstar I can harass answers out of. I thought he told you. I just didn't know he was that serious. But Ava might get a cousin. And whatever this little lump is going to be too.
( Easily. ) He asked me to help him buy her a present. As if I know what girls like. But it must have worked well if he's thinking about.
[ When Clarice, casually, announces that not only James does have a girlfriend, but also that she knows her name, and has talked to him about it, John straightens out, looking down at her with a a shocked look on his face.
It melts into mild hurt. She didn't tell him? James didn't tell him? ]
So it's serious enough that he's actually offering to babysit for us, but neither of you guys thought of telling me?
[ Ouch. He sits back against the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. Yep, he's pouting. ]
I know I'm not the easiest to talk to when it comes to feelings, but... wow. I hope my children are more willing to communicate than you are.
[ Obviously, he's not being serious. But it still stings. ]
It was the day you two went off on your camping adventure. I figured he'd brought it up then. ( Clarice used to think John was complicated, but James --. He's never all that good at giving relevant information.
Poking him in the sternum. )
Don't pout. The wind will change and you'll get stuck like that. ( Crap, she is such a mom. ) Honestly, it kind of slipped my mind? I told him that he should get her something she liked. I didn't tell him to get her pregnant.
[ John snorts. As hard it can be to get any kind of admission of feelings from John - or at least, as hard as it used to be, it's a thousand times harder with James. He hates telling John anything, because he hates that John gives a shit. ]
Yeah, the day James tells me anything about his life is the day my hair falls out.
[ Rolling his eyes, John sighs. He wishes things were different, but he also wouldn't change his brother for anything. It's just the way their relationship works, as frustrating as it can be. ]
Well I'd hope if she was actually pregnant he'd have told us.
[ Nevermind that John didn't tell James about Clarice's first pregnancy until she was already 4 months in.
You know, just because I can't crush you with my giant pregnant body doesn't mean I don't worry about it being uncomfortable.
( She was huge with Ava. She doesn't know what Baby 2 will be like. )
This is actually hilarious to me, you know that right? You were the most independent. You could have been mad at the sun for giving light if it stopped you from starting a fire yourself.
Your idea of 'giant' is very different from mine. To me, you just look amazing. Big or small, I just...
[ He slides a hand over her stomach, then slides it lower.
He snorts again, pressing his nose to Clarice's temple. ]
I told you, I had a lot to prove. I think James is still there, himself. Wants to show the world he can do whatever he's set to do. And I'm not like that anymore. I've proven myself.
( His hand moves, and it's meant to be comforting which would be nice, but only if Clarice's hormones didn't have other ideas. Because he touches her and heat prickles up her spine, skin breaking out in goosebumps. )
Mm. You have.
( Her voice is lighter then, cocking her head slightly. She covers John's hand with her own, stroking her thumb over the back of his knuckles. She shifts, and this time it's less to get comfortable and more to press her thighs together. Ava's asleep, she knows that. But she can't just jump John whenever she feels like it.
Or actually, she can, but she doesn't want to be a crazy pregnant lady. )
[ Her question makes him chuckle, raising an eyebrow. ]
I'm not tired. Why, you got something in mind?
[ It's not like he minds, if she wants to jump him all the time. It kinda got them in the situation they're in, after all, but he'd be the very last person to complain... ]
( She hasn't let go of his hand, and the laugh has been enough to bolster her boldness. Guiding his hand lower, past her swollen belly, Clarice eases up on her clamped thighs, spreads her knees so she can press his palm between her hips. She's warm there, through her sweats, and she rocks her hips up ever so slightly against his touch. )
I think maybe we have some energy to burn?
( This is the nice part, where she feels alive and needy. There'll come a time where she won't, where she'll feel too disgusting to be touched. But for now? She wants to take advantage. )
[ He lets her guide his hand, cupping her through her borrowed pants, before he slips under them, his arm curled around her belly as he touches her, feeling her damp through her panties. ]
( There's something daring about it. This is the second time around, and so she knows he knows just how badly her hormones get her. There were some days before, when she could never get enough. )
[ In answer, he presses his fingers against her. It should be nothing but a rhetorical question, because he has still to find a single time where he doesn't want to. ]
I can be quiet. Can you be quiet?
[ He circles his fingers, moves them down just a bit, teasing just the way he knows she likes. ]
[ He's still touching her, but when she's in this mood, demanding and horny and hormonal, he knows getting her to say exactly what she wants is the way forward. ]
My fingers? My mouth? Do you want to ride me?
[ He presses the words against her cheek, in between kisses, fingers slipping past her underwear. ]
[ It's hard, these days, for Clarice to get herself comfortable, but this is as close as she can get like this, and John is perfectly happy to support her, arm snaking around her belly, fingers between her legs and touching her slow, moving inside her deep.
John brushes his lips against the top of her head, inhaling the smell of her shampoo. He doesn't even think of the words as he speaks next, whispers pressed to her skin like a secret. ]
( She never really understands how John can find her attractive like this. She feels heavy, clumsy, more often that not she breaks out a sweat just by getting out of bed. Soon enough she might not even be able to see her feet. It bothers her more than she'd like it to, because she wants her babies. She just hates the part in between.
John helps. He touches her carefully, always on hand to make her feel a little more human, a little less like a beached whale. And he's so patient, so kind, that she could never get irritated at the joy he holds for these moments. She's carrying his child, and it's natural, something neither of them thought they'd ever get. Of course he loves it.
And she loves that he does.
She has to hold in the moan as he slides into the knuckles, hips twitching futilely. Clarice lets her eyes close, head still resting against his shoulder, gives into the sensation of it all. )
Mm. You're the pretty one. ( A cut off gasp as he moves just right, voice turning to a shakey whisper. ) Oh, John.
[ He smiles, dropping kisses everywhere he can reach, as he slowly, carefully fingers her, as gently as he knows she likes in moments like these. Unwilling to break the quiet bubble they've created around themselves, but also always with a hint of worry that being too energetic would wake up Ava.
He hums into her ear, barely above a whisper. She never gets just how amazing he thinks her to be, how strong, how brave. Willing to do this, to carry their children, to face the world when adventures like what happened earlier could happen at any point. She complains, but he knows she loves it fiercely, loves their kids fiercely, too, proud and protective as she can be.
It's beautiful. ]
I think we'll have to agree to disagree, there.
[ He smiles, pushing a little deeper inside her, adding another finger, keeping his rhythm slow. ]
( Her breath stutters out when his fingers move inside her, each tiny thrust making her feel like she's a livewire. Clarice shifts again, biting her lip to keep in the noises she wants to make. They have to make the most of their time alone these days and she wants him so badly that it drives her crazy. She's wet, her thighs trembling against his hand whenever he brushes her skin. It's simultaneously too much and not enough.
But God, she wouldn't change any of it for the world. Her sore feet, swollen belly, her hairy legs and granny panties. They're all a part of having something far more beautiful. John, their children, a home, a place where they can be safe and together.
His thumb strokes her clit and Clarice makes another choked noise, this time more insistent. There, she likes it when he presses there. )
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Date: 2018-02-19 07:28 pm (UTC)I just don't want to jinx it. What if I forget something? What if I have the baby and every single thought on how to look after it just flies out of my head.
( She's not elegant like this, resting beside him with a huff. Instinctively, she presses her head against his shoulder. )
Besides, it's an updated edition. Very important.
( She's kidding. Maybe. )
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Date: 2018-02-21 04:16 pm (UTC)You're not going to forget. You're going to be brilliant just like you were with Ava.
[ Reaching out, he puts a hand to her stomach, too, rubbing softly as ever as he uses her own turn of phrase right back. ]
Besides, you've got me. Very important.
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Date: 2018-02-28 04:16 pm (UTC)( There's no point in masking the pure love in her voice. He knows how happy she is with him. Clarice doesn't think she would have even wanted this kind of life without John by her side. He's kept her steady for years now, and she's never lost that rush she felt the first time she laid eyes on him. )
Okay, no more baby books.
( She will give them away. Or maybe mail them to Lauren. She's been talking about kids. )
When's James coming to visit again? Ava's made him a card. I say a card. It's more like a piece of paper she chewed on and then dumped glitter all over.
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Date: 2018-03-01 11:35 am (UTC)You know him, he says he'll visit next month, and he actually appears three months after that.
[ He's been better, in recent years, less running around, less putting himself in danger. More responsible. But he's still not the reliable Proudstar son. ]
Last time we talked, he said before the baby's born, and for a few weeks after. I think he's treating helping out as some kind of trial by fire, which means I have to grill him about a potential girlfriend.
[ John snorts. ]
I'll have you know she's a true artist.
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:14 pm (UTC)( She says it so casually that she doesn't even register that John doesn't know until he looks at her. Eyebrows arching, she laughs. )
What? You think you're the only Proudstar I can harass answers out of. I thought he told you. I just didn't know he was that serious. But Ava might get a cousin. And whatever this little lump is going to be too.
( Easily. ) He asked me to help him buy her a present. As if I know what girls like. But it must have worked well if he's thinking about.
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Date: 2018-03-02 07:02 pm (UTC)It melts into mild hurt. She didn't tell him? James didn't tell him? ]
So it's serious enough that he's actually offering to babysit for us, but neither of you guys thought of telling me?
[ Ouch. He sits back against the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. Yep, he's pouting. ]
I know I'm not the easiest to talk to when it comes to feelings, but... wow. I hope my children are more willing to communicate than you are.
[ Obviously, he's not being serious. But it still stings. ]
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Date: 2018-03-08 04:03 pm (UTC)Poking him in the sternum. )
Don't pout. The wind will change and you'll get stuck like that. ( Crap, she is such a mom. ) Honestly, it kind of slipped my mind? I told him that he should get her something she liked. I didn't tell him to get her pregnant.
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Date: 2018-03-10 12:18 pm (UTC)Yeah, the day James tells me anything about his life is the day my hair falls out.
[ Rolling his eyes, John sighs. He wishes things were different, but he also wouldn't change his brother for anything. It's just the way their relationship works, as frustrating as it can be. ]
Well I'd hope if she was actually pregnant he'd have told us.
[ Nevermind that John didn't tell James about Clarice's first pregnancy until she was already 4 months in.
Proudstars. ]
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Date: 2018-03-24 07:12 pm (UTC)( They're a very complicated family. But they're a good one. Clarice knows James and John will figure out their shit eventually. )
I know it sucks, but you're there for each other, which counts?
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Date: 2018-03-24 08:50 pm (UTC)I’d rather you sit on me, [ he replied, unable to help himself and the innuendo. ]
It’s just. I miss him, all the time, but I don’t always know if it’s reciprocated. He’s just so independent.
[ And so is John, but he’s also completely lost on Clarice, and he now realizes he needs her just as much as he needs his independence. ]
But if he’s found someone who’s half as amazing as you, then he’ll be okay.
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Date: 2018-03-28 04:40 pm (UTC)( She was huge with Ava. She doesn't know what Baby 2 will be like. )
This is actually hilarious to me, you know that right? You were the most independent. You could have been mad at the sun for giving light if it stopped you from starting a fire yourself.
( He's mellowed, thank god. )
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Date: 2018-03-30 01:16 pm (UTC)[ He slides a hand over her stomach, then slides it lower.
He snorts again, pressing his nose to Clarice's temple. ]
I told you, I had a lot to prove. I think James is still there, himself. Wants to show the world he can do whatever he's set to do. And I'm not like that anymore. I've proven myself.
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Date: 2018-03-30 05:34 pm (UTC)Mm. You have.
( Her voice is lighter then, cocking her head slightly. She covers John's hand with her own, stroking her thumb over the back of his knuckles. She shifts, and this time it's less to get comfortable and more to press her thighs together. Ava's asleep, she knows that. But she can't just jump John whenever she feels like it.
Or actually, she can, but she doesn't want to be a crazy pregnant lady. )
So. You're definitely not tired?
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Date: 2018-03-30 05:54 pm (UTC)I'm not tired. Why, you got something in mind?
[ It's not like he minds, if she wants to jump him all the time. It kinda got them in the situation they're in, after all, but he'd be the very last person to complain... ]
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Date: 2018-03-30 06:21 pm (UTC)( She hasn't let go of his hand, and the laugh has been enough to bolster her boldness. Guiding his hand lower, past her swollen belly, Clarice eases up on her clamped thighs, spreads her knees so she can press his palm between her hips. She's warm there, through her sweats, and she rocks her hips up ever so slightly against his touch. )
I think maybe we have some energy to burn?
( This is the nice part, where she feels alive and needy. There'll come a time where she won't, where she'll feel too disgusting to be touched. But for now? She wants to take advantage. )
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Date: 2018-03-30 07:04 pm (UTC)Yeah? How do you want to burn it?
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Date: 2018-03-30 07:20 pm (UTC)( There's something daring about it. This is the second time around, and so she knows he knows just how badly her hormones get her. There were some days before, when she could never get enough. )
We'll have to be quiet. Ava's sleeping.
( Bucking her hips up. )
Do you want to?
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Date: 2018-03-30 07:35 pm (UTC)[ In answer, he presses his fingers against her. It should be nothing but a rhetorical question, because he has still to find a single time where he doesn't want to. ]
I can be quiet. Can you be quiet?
[ He circles his fingers, moves them down just a bit, teasing just the way he knows she likes. ]
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Date: 2018-03-30 08:36 pm (UTC)I'll do my best.
( She's horny, and knocked up, and she needs him far more than her sense allows. )
If you promise to make me come more than once, at least.
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Date: 2018-03-30 08:54 pm (UTC)[ He's still touching her, but when she's in this mood, demanding and horny and hormonal, he knows getting her to say exactly what she wants is the way forward. ]
My fingers? My mouth? Do you want to ride me?
[ He presses the words against her cheek, in between kisses, fingers slipping past her underwear. ]
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Date: 2018-04-13 06:17 pm (UTC)( She's still leaning against him, and she knows with the bump the angles a little awkward, but she knows he doesn't mind. )
Like this. ( His touch eases between her folds and Clarice makes a soft, pleased noise, face flushed as she lets her head rest against his chest. )
Feels so good like this.
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Date: 2018-04-18 09:12 am (UTC)John brushes his lips against the top of her head, inhaling the smell of her shampoo. He doesn't even think of the words as he speaks next, whispers pressed to her skin like a secret. ]
You're so beautiful.
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Date: 2018-05-02 03:48 pm (UTC)John helps. He touches her carefully, always on hand to make her feel a little more human, a little less like a beached whale. And he's so patient, so kind, that she could never get irritated at the joy he holds for these moments. She's carrying his child, and it's natural, something neither of them thought they'd ever get. Of course he loves it.
And she loves that he does.
She has to hold in the moan as he slides into the knuckles, hips twitching futilely. Clarice lets her eyes close, head still resting against his shoulder, gives into the sensation of it all. )
Mm. You're the pretty one. ( A cut off gasp as he moves just right, voice turning to a shakey whisper. ) Oh, John.
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Date: 2018-05-08 11:07 am (UTC)He hums into her ear, barely above a whisper. She never gets just how amazing he thinks her to be, how strong, how brave. Willing to do this, to carry their children, to face the world when adventures like what happened earlier could happen at any point. She complains, but he knows she loves it fiercely, loves their kids fiercely, too, proud and protective as she can be.
It's beautiful. ]
I think we'll have to agree to disagree, there.
[ He smiles, pushing a little deeper inside her, adding another finger, keeping his rhythm slow. ]
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Date: 2018-05-10 03:32 pm (UTC)But God, she wouldn't change any of it for the world. Her sore feet, swollen belly, her hairy legs and granny panties. They're all a part of having something far more beautiful. John, their children, a home, a place where they can be safe and together.
His thumb strokes her clit and Clarice makes another choked noise, this time more insistent. There, she likes it when he presses there. )
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