sundown | for cable (nathan)

[ She feels the curve of his mouth and hers responds to it, smiling up at the ceiling. The fan spins above them.

His age, admittedly, has quite a part to play in why she's charging into this, but it's not the sole driver. She isn't a person that performs by impulses, or follows whims only to become bored by them later. Francesca thinks things over with great care, but she listens to her heart and then sees it through.

She's always been cut from that cloth. Stubborn, maybe. Self-possessed? Very. Steady and steely, she'd found a kindred soul in Nathan.

She hesitates at the question. The Question. ]

I told El. We're closest and she knew something was going on. I swore her to secrecy. And if she told Ben, then they'd all know because he smokes too much, and my mobile would be buzzing off the table right now.

[ Her fingers had been stroking his hair. They pause. ]

I don't want them to ... [ it's not ruin it but ] Intrude on this yet. I want you to myself. Just a little while longer.

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[It's not that he's taken the size of her family for granted, but the reality of it sinks in a little when she runs through names. Visions of Christmas dinners and birthday parties run through his mind, none pleasant, though he strongly suspects they feel similarly.

When her hand stills, he reaches for it, pressing his lips against it. He turns his head to glance up at her, smiling slyly.]

I haven't told my folks about you either. [They're dead and it's a joke, but he wants her to feel understood.]

I like what we have. With us. [Just us.]

I don't want to put a rift between you and them, either. But if you're happy.. [He trails off, unsure of how to finish the sentence but feeling she will understand implicitly.]

[ She gives him a side glance for the joke, wrinkling her nose again.

The last part moves her to nudge him onto his back, sitting up to cradle his face between her hands. She knows her family is a lot. She's the first person to admit it.

Her expression is adoring, openly tender and reassuring. ]

I'm happy. I am very, very happy. And that's all that will matter to them, in the end.

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[Feeling like a large dog being cowed into submission by a kitten, Nate rolls onto his back for her. He slots his hands over hers when she cups his face, heart racing just seeing the look on her face. He returns it, soft and content. Heavy-lidded from being a little tired and well-fucked.]

I haven't felt as happy as I have the last few days for fifty-two fucking years. If you're happy, I'm happy. [He smiles shyly at her.]

And I'll do anything to keep you that way. [He traces his thumbs over her hands.]

Even if it means trying to explain how we met over family dinner. One day.

I thought so.

[ Her words are soft, leaning down to press her forehead to his.

She blushes prettily at the reminder of their first introductions, not exactly family friendly, and buries her face into his neck. It isn't shame or regret making her shy. Nobody wants to hear she met the love of her life and then let him deflower her in the backseat of his truck. How salacious.

Unwinding her limbs, she stretches out against his side, content as a cat nuzzled into his warmth. He's like a space heater. ]

We will leave the rated R part out, preferably.

[Stroking her hair, they lie curled together for a long time until Nate sees fit to roll her over and keep working on their project.

The next morning, he presents her a ring over breakfast. He says it's temporary and he'll find a nicer one, she doesn't want another one. Weeks pass by and simple plans are made. There's a celebrant, a forest and a wedding arch covered in hydrangeas that they worked on together. She wears a very beautiful dress, so he wears a suit. When the celebrant leaves, Nate has a playlist of songs carefully curated by Francesca playing softly. They dance under fairy lights together in the garden and eat cake with her sitting in his lap. He carries her upstairs and to the bedroom, where he peels off her dress and worships her body for hours.

Barely a few days later, they're in New Zealand for their honeymoon for a wedding nobody knows they've had. Francesca seems a little tired. It was a long flight (though she spent most of it with her head on his chest asleep) and they've done a lot of walking and fucking. He takes her to see an opera, but they don't have drinks after. She asks for ice cream. He honestly doesn't think anything of it.

They return to their hotel and engage in slightly risky behaviour by bending her over in her high heels, pushing her dress up her hips and thrusting his cock in her. It's a quick, passionate fuck which unfortunately culminates in his cock slipping out of her cunt. He cums on her lower back, gripping the railing in front of him and cursing at his fuck-up.]

Sorry, bambi.

[ She means to tell him at breakfast, and then after the opera -- neither of those pan out, she's too nervous. She suspects he'll have questions when she wants ice cream instead of a cocktail (or when she refused champagne at the opera) but he doesn't.

And then, when he's already hard before they get up the stairs and bends her over the bed. Well, it's not exactly prime timing, what with his fingers in her mouth, telling her to suck.

One hand, curled in his hair, the other on the metal next to his so she doesn't topple over onto the bed. His breath falls over her shoulder, her own coming in pants.

It just slips out without intention. ]

I don't think you have to make the target anymore.

[Still breathless and a little light-headed from the climax, Nate furrows his brows while his brain catches up with his ears. His palm runs gently up and down the curve of her back before he crawls over the top of her, kissing the back of her head and pressing his cheek against her temple.

As he's processing, his thoughts are racing and his chest is fluttering with excitement.]

What does that mean?

[Seems unlikely she's changed her mind, given the amount of times in the last few days that they've fucked raw. Which means it's likely that she's got a secret to tell him.

He winds his arm around her, fingers splaying over her stomach curiously.]

[ Shite.

Well.

The cat is out of the bag. Fran bites her lip to not grin as she turns her head, hazels brimming with excitement. Her fingers move to rest over his, pressing the palm closer over her stomach. Flat, but not for long.

She nods. ]

Yeah.

Oh, baby girl.. [Nate sounds taken aback, a little in awe. Constantly impressed by her and so in love he can't stand it.

He gently slides around her and onto the mattress, guiding her down into the crook of his arm. Eager to express his excitement properly, he leans down and catches her lips in a sweet, intense kiss. His hand slides back down, cupping over hers on her stomach.]

How long have you known?

I wondered before we boarded. I was knackered.

[ She hasn't been sitting on the information long. She wouldn't do that to him. ]

I distracted you and took two tests yesterday. I saved them for you. [ Musing, she strokes her belly before leaning up to catch his mouth again. A tender exchange, marking new beginnings. ]

It's early. I'm not sure when it happened. [ Any time between her last period to a few weeks ago. ]

You were. [Nate agrees, softly. He lets his eyes fall shut when he kisses her back, sighing just a little when their mouths break apart.]

Be hard to narrow it down. [He muses. They've been consistently all over each other since he took her back to his house. He's never had a relationship where intimacy came this easy and effortless, just natural and mutual desire. That this is the result doesn't frighten him, he feels impossibly happy.

He borrows her hand, lifting it up so he can press his lips to her knuckles.]

Good job, Bambi.

[ That receives a beam. She all but glows in his arms. There's something about him, and their relationship that makes her want to please and impress him -- Eloise would find it nauseating. She buries her face into his chest, the space where his shirt had come unbuttoned before he had her skirt up around her hips. ]

It was so much work. [ She hums back, all grave pretense. ] Very strenuous.

[ Speaking of burning energy. ]

I read it's normal but I've been terribly tired. I think I nodded off for part of the performance.

Seems normal to me. You're growing a kid. Gonna be your job for the next nine months. [Nate is careful to emphasise his pride in her. He doesn't necessarily want her to think that conceiving is a burden for her to achieve, doesn't want her to feel like failure is on her. He does, however, want to be encouraging and instil confidence in her.]

Now I get to do my job. [He murmurs against her skin, pressing kisses down her shoulder, over her dress and down her body so he can shift toward her feet. He takes one in his hands, carefully removing the shoe they got too desperate to get her out of before.

He presses a kiss to the ball of her foot, smiling up at her.]

Anything you need, you ask.

[ She sighs as he showers her with kisses. Fran allows herself to soak it all up, the last several weeks of concern ebbing away from her frame and her mind. When he could not distract her, she had brooded. Sleep lost over a probability that it would be difficult for them -- for her -- to get here. For the most part, it didn't affect the joy and contentment they had, and when it did, he knew how to soothe her.

But in the end, it had happened with surprising swiftness.

It feels surreal. The knowledge another life is being nourished inside her. Watching him, her fingers rub her womb through the material of her evening gown. ]

Just you.

[ She understands what he means, but she enjoys reminding him how important he is to her happiness and wellbeing. How much she loves and needs him. ]

My feet aren't sore, it's --

[ She flushes now, with all the nervousness of an untouched virgin instead of a married woman regularly orgasming multiple times a day. As if he hadn't just come across her lower back. ]

[She always knows exactly how to get under his skin. More for better than for worse, though at times he questions whether his addiction to her is healthy. It certainly feels enriching, particularly when she rubs her belly and says that.

He smiles softly, almost glowing himself. It won't be just him for long, but that's a love he's willing to share. Their kids are going to be very, very lucky to know her.

His smile grows sly as he rubs the arches of her foot with his strong thumbs.]

They will be, don't worry. [He teases, swirling his tongue over her big toe and sucking lightly on it, still rubbing. He hums, because every part of her tastes good and every part of her feels good against his tongue.]

[ She knows that smile.

Francesca breathes harshly out of her nose, all pleasure, muscles pulling taut in her leg. Fuck. Desire starts to drip back in. ]

Feels good.

[ Said through a sigh. She lets him suckle on them for a while, just long enough for him to be distracted, before she pulls her toe free from his mouth. Teasing his lips before slipping her foot down -- down his chest -- down to his lap. Smiling innocently, she runs her foot across the outline of his cock, rubbing her heel against it. He came recently, but she thinks she can perk him back up. ]

[She knows his smile, he knows that sigh. He cannot explain why the fact that he's already got her pregnant has him in such an aroused state, but he suspects it will only grow from here. The idea of her happy, glowing and pleasantly chubby is wonderful to him.

He exhales slowly through his nose when she rubs the soft flat of her foot against his cock. He makes an approving sound, stroking his fingers up her calves.]

Before I met you, I thought you couldn't improve upon perfection. [He's in a very good mood, so he's flirting happily, he moves to unsheathe her other foot from her heel. It deserves attention too, so he massages it properly.]

You proved that wrong. I'm impressed.

[ Her heel drops forgotten to the cushioned floor of their suite. They hadn't planned to stay long in one place, and she doesn't plan to thwart that in spite of their happy news, but she doubts she has the energy to accomplish all the nature sightseeing on their itinerary.

Huffing a laugh: ] I assure you I am in no way perfect.

[ Beneath the arch of her foot he starts to firm, unsurprisingly. She keeps a hand rested on her stomach with the suspicion he enjoys it there. The other fumbles for the zipper at the back of her dress, undoing it just enough to tug a strap down and free her breasts. ]

[Nate simply scoffs to himself when she rebukes his praise. He's more interested in watching her than he is in arguing. She's right that the hand on her stomach pleases him, as does seeing her breasts.]

You're not helping your case.

[He murmurs, sliding a hand up her until he can firmly squeeze her breast. His thumb and finger pinch over her nipple, then he rubs the pad of his thumb over it.]

These are perfect. [He lectures, moving his other hand up so he can squeeze both at once.]

And I'm going to enjoy watching them grow. [To emphasise that, his hips rock against her foot.]

I think my girl's gonna be a good producer. My little overachiever. [His thumb and fingers roll over her nipples, already aware of how sensitive she is here.]

Think you're gonna want me to use my mouth on them. Give you some relief.

[ He pinches her nipple and she whines, the sting pebbling it. She watches him under hooded eyes, feels herself growing wet and getting onto the satin gown she wore for him.

The dress is already stained. He had seen to that.

Talk of this nature had always turned her on, and now that she can safely say she's pregnant, and knows she will fill out in every way, and to hear him speak of sucking her tits when they're full to bursting -- it all serves to make her even more turned on. She looks it properly, too. Like she needs a good fucking.

She recalls reading about increased blood flow and libido. Thinks it must be true for how wet she already is. Her hips rise off the bed and her knees shift open, abandoning his growing erection.

She has to slip a hand between them, her shiny cunt coming into view as her dress runs up to her hips, her long fingers slipping between the lips and inside herself. Her lip catches between white teeth at the feel of two of them. This is usually his job. ]

[It's impossible not to notice the way the gown clings to her wet thighs-- it is of little concern. If she ruins it, he'll buy her something new. In fact, he's sure he owes her many new additions to her wardrobe in the coming months.

He hums, low and haggard. A little sad to lose her foot, but very happy to watch her legs spread. He will absolutely never get tired of seeing her wet pussy, that much he is sure of. Since she's putting on something of a show, he stays where he is and admires the view of her fingers sliding into her.]

Good girl. [He says it softly, squeezing her breasts in slow, continuous motions with his hands. One hand shifts so he can pull himself over her, kissing down her neck and collarbone until he's at her breast. He laps at her nipple with a broad stroke of his tongue, pulling it between his lips and latching onto her. His sucks are firm and purposeful, even if there's nothing to draw out of her yet. He's made a mother out of her, so he'd like for her to feel like one now.]

[ It's futile to muffle the cries that are bound to come from her lips -- she's quiet for now, breathless as he sucks away at her nipple and her fingers work into herself, curling into her front wall. He's taught her how to touch herself better -- trained her, too, it feels like. To need his cock.

Like now.

Unrestrained, she fumbles with her other hand to free his erection. His belt is undone already, thanks to previous happenings and happy endings, so she can bypass that altogether to shove his trousers and boxers down his hips. She sacrifices her fingers in her cunt to stroke him with purpose, quick and a little rough. ]

Need you.

[Although he perpetually feels like a sick fuck for molding her somewhat, he can also take solace in the fact that her desires are her own. When she whines for him and craves him, it means he gives her what she really likes. Which is excellent, since he's wanted nothing but her from the moment his tongue tasted her lips. Since he sunk his cock in her perfect, tight cunt and broke her in without realising.

He doesn't generally take pleasure in being withholding, but he does very much enjoy the combination of sucking on her breasts while she pleads for him. He hums around her skin, sucking more of her into his mouth. His tongue flicks over her nipple, pleasing himself with the thought of draining milk from her properly. He can imagine how good she'd taste.

Still, he's not unhelpful. His hips twist to help her free him, rocking against her hand. He presses himself firmly against her.]

Take it. [He murmurs, unlatching from one breast only so he can give the other one equal treatment.]

[ Slower than he is at this, her hips tilt to ease him into her rather than taking him all at once. Fed into her cunt until he's sheathed, her leg hooking around his.

Her throat works, and so does she, rolling her hips. This way, it's achingly slow and drawn out. He's distracted, she realizes. Suckling away at her nipple until they're sore. She pictures how swollen she'll be in time, heavy with his child. How her breasts will nourish.

She wonders if it is perverse to be aroused by that. ]

Daddy... [ Sweat is starting to wick at her brow. She realizes when it escapes her mouth that the word is no longer simply a fetish, but a promise: she's made him a father again. Her womb has created life for him. She rocks beneath him, quickening their movements, feral by that revelation. ]

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