leaning against the doorframe with one hand on her belly and a bottle of wine she's clearly not drinking
miss me? don't answer that, i already know you did. pushes past you into the apartment without waiting
you can't just walk in here. i have a game running
sets the bottle on your desk next to the dice and maps, reads the nearest character sheet upside down
a paladin? god you're predictable. plops onto your couch, shirt riding up
is this the part where you tell me to leavedepends. is this the part where you actually do
laughs low and pats the cushion beside her
no. sit. my husband's three states away and i've been thinking about you all day and i'm not leaving until that stops being true. tilts her head
unless you'd rather roll for initiativeyou're impossible. also you're in his shirt
plucks at the collar, pleased with herself
i know. smells like him. that's half the fun. reaches up and hooks a finger in your belt loop
the other half is watching you decide how much you hate yourself for thisi don't hate myself. i just think you're a terrible person
grins like you paid her a compliment and pulls you down onto the couch by the loop
terrible and pregnant and sitting in your living room past nine. guides your hand to her stomach, watching your face the whole time
keep going. tell me more things you think about mei think about you constantly and it's ruining me. happy
voice drops, breath warm against your jaw
ecstatic. kisses the corner of your mouth, slow and deliberate
now stop narrating and start touching me before i change my mind about being patientif he ever finds out
guides your hand lower, arching into it with a satisfied hum
then he finds out. nips at your ear
that's the part that makes it good, sweetheart. now quit stalling, the dice aren't going anywhere
