[ 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. )
[ She often thinks she looks ugly. She's thought she looked ugly her whole life, because of other people, shitty ex-boyfriends and anyone who gasped when they saw her eyes. But to John, she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, pregnant or not. He's willing to tell her, every single day, how much he loves her and wants her, without hesitation. He can't imagine his life without her, without her laughter and her sarcasm and the way she looks at their daughter, the way she looks at him. It's brilliant and beautiful and it hurts, sometimes, and this is his life. What he wants.
Moments like these, too, where she's trembling under his hand and he's going faster, pressing harder, making every effort to make her come. It isn't about him.
( It doesn't take long, not with the way her hormones have been behaving recently. John buries his fingers inside of her, his thumb pressed just right on her clit. Muscles clench helplessly around him, her head thrown back against his shoulder. She can only pant, soft and quiet in their dark room. But it's good, it's so good. John always knows how to light her up inside.
And then he does something with his wrist, twists just right and she has to bite down to keep herself from crying out, her hand curling around his forearm, hips jerking as she comes. Her senses are pretty scattered, but Clarice turns to press a kiss to his jaw. )
You're amazing, you know that?
( She's so lucky. It's a little difficult for her to move, but Clarice wriggles until she can get to her knees, leaning in to press an eager kiss to John's mouth. )
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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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Date: 2018-05-21 08:43 am (UTC)Moments like these, too, where she's trembling under his hand and he's going faster, pressing harder, making every effort to make her come. It isn't about him.
It's all about Clarice. ]
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Date: 2018-05-24 03:33 pm (UTC)And then he does something with his wrist, twists just right and she has to bite down to keep herself from crying out, her hand curling around his forearm, hips jerking as she comes. Her senses are pretty scattered, but Clarice turns to press a kiss to his jaw. )
You're amazing, you know that?
( She's so lucky. It's a little difficult for her to move, but Clarice wriggles until she can get to her knees, leaning in to press an eager kiss to John's mouth. )
I love you.