05-03-2017, 12:21 PM
Show me, she’d asked him, told him to touch her, to coax her body to catch fire the way it always had, the way it should, the way he needed it to. She closed her eyes, shut out the rest of the world, and tried to focus on the sensation, on losing herself in the feel of his touch. Lips trailing kisses along her neck, tongue tasting her skin, teeth nibbling gently, it felt good. Nice. Lovely. But it was supposed to burn, wasn’t it? Fuck, it had always burned, in this delicious, exquisite way, dragging gasps and moans out of her, pulling his name from her lips.
She tried, melting into his touch and making the right sounds, and gradually her body started to react. Quietly, slowly, warmth building where there had always been fire before. “Mmm,” she hummed against his lips as he tilted her chin and kissed her slow and deep. She rubbed her cheek against his as he moved in closer, sighed and leaned into his touch as he kissed his way down the other side of her neck. Okay, yeah. See, she could definitely still do this.
Then he spoke, and dammit, she should’ve felt a jolt of electricity at those words, at the naked need in his voice. Instead? Maybe it was some kind of maternal instinct kicking in, but all she wanted to do was wrap him up in her arms and tell him everything was going to be alright. “Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” she murmured, kissing away the tear that fell down his cheek. “You haven’t lost me, love, you’re not losing me. I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re my family, Zor. I love you. I’m always gonna be here for you, baby.” She pulled him closer, wrapping herself around him and hugging him. “Always.”
Sighing against his skin, she finally let herself say the hard part. “But it’s not just you and me anymore, baby. Our family’s bigger now. This baby’s coming soon, and...and I don’t even know what to tell my kid to call you, Zor. Its uncle, its...its dad, I don’t know. What you want to be to it. How Dov fits in - and he does fit in, Zor, whether the baby’s his or not. I love him. He’s part of this family too. Part of my family, at least. I don’t get to decide if he’s part of yours, that’s between the two of you. But for this baby’s sake, I need us to figure our shit out. Before it gets here. Because life’s gonna be hard enough for it without...god, Zor, we have to do better for it, I have to do better for this kid, have to set a better example for it than our parents did for us. I don’t know how to do that when I don’t even know what better’s supposed to look like, but I think we’ve got to talk things out. Even if it’s hard. Even if we’d rather not, even if we’re no good at it. Can you talk to me, baby?”
She tried, melting into his touch and making the right sounds, and gradually her body started to react. Quietly, slowly, warmth building where there had always been fire before. “Mmm,” she hummed against his lips as he tilted her chin and kissed her slow and deep. She rubbed her cheek against his as he moved in closer, sighed and leaned into his touch as he kissed his way down the other side of her neck. Okay, yeah. See, she could definitely still do this.
Then he spoke, and dammit, she should’ve felt a jolt of electricity at those words, at the naked need in his voice. Instead? Maybe it was some kind of maternal instinct kicking in, but all she wanted to do was wrap him up in her arms and tell him everything was going to be alright. “Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” she murmured, kissing away the tear that fell down his cheek. “You haven’t lost me, love, you’re not losing me. I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re my family, Zor. I love you. I’m always gonna be here for you, baby.” She pulled him closer, wrapping herself around him and hugging him. “Always.”
Sighing against his skin, she finally let herself say the hard part. “But it’s not just you and me anymore, baby. Our family’s bigger now. This baby’s coming soon, and...and I don’t even know what to tell my kid to call you, Zor. Its uncle, its...its dad, I don’t know. What you want to be to it. How Dov fits in - and he does fit in, Zor, whether the baby’s his or not. I love him. He’s part of this family too. Part of my family, at least. I don’t get to decide if he’s part of yours, that’s between the two of you. But for this baby’s sake, I need us to figure our shit out. Before it gets here. Because life’s gonna be hard enough for it without...god, Zor, we have to do better for it, I have to do better for this kid, have to set a better example for it than our parents did for us. I don’t know how to do that when I don’t even know what better’s supposed to look like, but I think we’ve got to talk things out. Even if it’s hard. Even if we’d rather not, even if we’re no good at it. Can you talk to me, baby?”