Fic: Settling | Superman Returns | Lois/Richard (Pre-SR) | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Settling
Fandom: Superman Returns
Pairing: Lois/Richard (Pre-SR)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,878
Prompt: For Porn Battle X: Lois/Richard, giving in, settle, second best, cold; Also written for Porn Day the Fifth!
Summary: Lois really doesn't want to get involved with Richard, but her body has other ideas.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Warnings: Pregnancy sex. *massive headdesk*
Author's Notes: Aftermath-verse, baby!! \O/ And now, I really, *really* regret what I did to him in Aftermath. And feel like I need more Richard icons to make up for it. :/ It should also be noted that I have no personal experience in this particular aspect of pregnancy, so I could just be blowing smoke for all I know. *shrug*
Settling
Lois was five months pregnant and despising the exaggerated curves her body had taken on when she finally relented and followed Richard up to his apartment after their late dinner date. Albeit tired and a little sore from adjusting to her new body weight distribution, she wasn't completely exhausted yet, so the offer of a shoulder rub and coffee-screw decaf, a little caffeine wouldn't hurt the baby-was hard to turn down, even if she'd resisted getting involved with Perry's nephew for more than a month.
Not that she wasn't sort of drawn to Richard, she kind of was, in a way, but... hell, she didn't even want to admit it to herself, but it hadn't exactly been easy to come to terms with the thought that the father of her child had simply dropped off the face of the earth. Who could even compare to Kal-El at this point? The man had saved her ass from untimely death enough times, after all, and second best to that wasn't even a contest. Well, unless she counted the other missing man in her life, but Clark never did seem the type to jump off a building after her, even if he did try to shield her from a mugger's bullet that one time. He was as close to the real deal as anyone could probably get, considering the way he'd followed her around like a lovelorn puppy dog, ever at her beck and call, not counting his frequent flaky disappearing act.
Shaking off her reverie as she and Richard exited the elevator and walked the short distance to his apartment door, she tried to focus on the present. The past was gone, and here was a man that seemed more likely to stay put. He even laid a gentle hand on the small of her back as he got the door open and ushered her inside, flipping the lights on. The contact was warming through her clothes, but she couldn't help the little shiver that ran up her spine with it.
“Are you cold?” he asked, brow raised over pale blue eyes in concern as he shed his suit jacket and hung it up on the hook by the door, along with her purse. “I can turn down the A/C.”
Lois shook her head at the offer, stepping into the small living room. “No, I'm fine, thanks.”
Nodding, Richard hooked a thumb over his shoulder, “I'll go put the coffee on, and I'll be right back.”
When he disappeared into the kitchen, Lois let out a long breath and dropped ungracefully onto the couch, kicking off her heels and closing her eyes to try to calm herself. Dammit, why was he suddenly getting to her so easily? Hormones. Had to be.
But the more she fought them, the more she knew it was futile. All the grief and rage-some of which she'd managed to burn off with the little bonfire of mementos on her balcony weeks ago-couldn't seem to stop the tsunami of need that had recently started to slam into her at random hours of the day and all hours of the night. She'd never admit out loud that there'd been a coil of want steadily growing in her core since that initial offer of dinner.
And Richard was here and available, in all likelihood in pursuit of the same thing, more or less. She didn't want to settle, dammit, but... but he seemed serious about her, despite his rating on the 'Everyone Else to Kal-El' scale. He was sweet, charming, gave as good as he got, was even kind of a doof sometimes, and a lot like Clark, that way.
Dammit, she had to stop thinking about Kal-El and Clark. They were gone, both of them.
Hands on her shoulders and a weight settling on the couch next to her as the aroma of fresh coffee hit her pulled her back from melancholy-land, and she leaned instinctively to the touch and warm pressure on sore muscles. “Mmm, thank you,” she sighed, eyes drifting closed as Richard worked her shoulders gently, thumbs pressing in around her shoulder-blades and rubbing tight circles into the knots of tension that had accumulated.
Sparks ran back down her spine with the massage and the light puff of air against her ear as he murmured, “You're welcome, Lois,” and she shivered again at the way her muscles tightened below her belly, hips twitching as if they had a mind of their own. The little whimper that escaped her throat then couldn't be helped at that point, either.
And... aw, screw it. Her hormones weren't gonna back down at this rate, and the way Richard's hands moved down her back slowly, caressing as much as working the tension from her body, it was a miracle she didn't either melt into a puddle of goo on the spot or just jump him outright.
When he guided her to turn sideways and adjusted himself behind her so they could stretch out on the sofa, she sank back between his knees and propped her feet up to get more comfortable. Her own knees splayed to the side a little-it just couldn't be helped, with the shape of her belly-and she again leaned back into his touch.
“Better?” he asked then.
“Much. Keep going,” she practically groaned as the soreness was worked out muscle by muscle.
Let it never be said that Lois backed down from a free massage, even if there was something else on her mind.
Richard chuckled low in her ear, digging in just a little harder at the small of her back with his thumbs. “How's this?”
“Lower,” she directed him. And damn, if she couldn't hold in and honest-to-goodness moan of pleasure as his hands dipped lower and started working the muscles at the top of her hips. “You... you really know what you're doing,” she breathed as the flames in her core seemed to start leaping wildly. Canting her hips back into his touch, she arched her back and wound up laying her shoulders back against his chest.
Another chuckle, and he caught her gaze over her shoulder, smirking down at her. “I'll never reveal my sources.”
That got a good chuckle out of her, and a little more of the tension with it. “Journalistic integrity. I love that in a man,” she smirked back at him, settling back a little more until-
Well, that certainly wasn't a banana in his pocket.
Fluttering her eyes shut again, pressed back against his hips, and let out a little half-whimper of anticipation when his hands slid around her hips, no longer just fingers, but a full grip on her curves. Richard pulled her back to him even closer, still gentle, and nuzzled into her hair. The heavy rise and fall of his chest behind her told her he was breathing in her scent, and God, that was too damn sexy.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, lips brushing the top of her right ear, and she shivered again at the earnestness of the question.
Turning her head up to his, she answered him with a kiss, nearly gasping at the tiny flickers of electricity that seemed to dance between them. It wasn't their first kiss, but it might as well have been, the way her breath caught in her throat then, their tongues dancing together as the kiss deepened and her arm moved up to capture his neck and pull him down closer. If pressed later, she might even admit it felt like floating, despite her knowledge to the contrary.
Her mind getting fuzzy with the little spikes of adrenaline rushing through her body, she barely held it together long enough to catch the zipper on the side of her pants with her free hand and tug the pull downward. The release of her belly was a relief, but it was nothing compared to the hot touch that trailed fire in its wake as Richard's hand moved forward over her hip, pushing the fabric of her pants out of the way.
His fingertips traced the edge of her panties, and she rolled her hips into that light touch, breath stuttering as their kiss was broken.
“Yes,” she breathed against his lips, and as he nuzzled her cheek then, gripping her shoulder with his free hand, he slid those fingers down between her legs, pressing against her sex gently.
Lois moaned low in her throat at the warmth and the wetness she felt soaking through the thin fabric, her body aching for more contact. “Please.” And God, she'd shouldn't have been so used to having to ask for it that it would just fall from her lips like that, but it was far too late to worry about appearances.
She felt the twitch of his lips against her face, and then his fingers dipped beneath the edge of the fabric and finally slid against her, skin to skin. A few quick strokes, and he broached her folds with two fingertips, finding her clit and circling it slowly. Lois nearly jumped against him at the jolt that shot through her with his touch. Damn, she was almost there already. Too quick.
Breathing heavily, she gasped when he flicked her gently, then pushed those two fingers into her, stroking firmly along the way before he started pumping those fingers in and out.
White sparks danced across her vision, the coil of desire in her belly tightening, and with another stroke of his thumb against her clit as he pumped into her, the world exploded in a riot of color behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut, a shout of pleasure ripping from her throat as she climaxed. Her muscles clenched around him and her whole body shuddered as her release swept through her.
Slowly, she became aware of Richard grinning against her hair as her senses came back into focus. She'd dropped back against him completely, and his arms were wrapped around her protectively.
“Pregnancy hormones, huh?” he quipped lightly.
Lois looked up at him, her head against his shoulder, and for the life of her, couldn't be sure that was the whole story. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, reveling in the afterglow of a good orgasm. “Partly,” she admitted after a long moment.
Richard raised an eyebrow. “Does this mean I have a shot?”
“Mmm... maybe,” she teased, letting a wide smirk settle on her lips. “How about we take this to the bedroom?”
Let is also never be said that Lois Lane was a submissive little flower.
“What about your coffee?” he smirked back.
She shook her head, rolling it against his chest. “I can heat it up later.”
Chuckling as he helped her up off the sofa then, Richard led her down the short hallway to his bedroom, anticipation building up anew between them.
A lot of hot kisses and caresses as they fumbled to shed clothes, and they wound up standing beside the bed, paused in a holding pattern in the low light of the lamp on the nightstand. Lois drew in a fortifying breath as she took a moment to explore the man before her. She was used to broader shoulders and having to crane her neck to look into her lover's eyes, but Richard... Richard wasn't those things. He was something new, and after five months of being alone, the feel of his solid chest beneath her fingers as she ran her hands down over tight pecs and lean abs was very, very welcome.
Dipping her head briefly as her hands dropped lower, she then leaned up to kiss him firmly as she took him in hand, felt the weight and length of him. All so new, so different.
Richard gasped into their kiss at her touch, one hand pulling her closer and the other falling to cup the swell of her belly. “Um,” he started, breaking the kiss with a questioning expression.
Lois almost couldn't help a laugh, the tension breaking at his lost look and the unspoken question of how to get situated in the bed without her belly getting caught between them.
Releasing him and stepping just barely away, she kissed him quickly and pulled him with her down to the bed. They slid beneath the sheets and comforter then, face to face, and he ran his fingers through her hair, chasing another kiss.
But this time it was her turn to gasp into the kiss when his erection started poking her nowhere near where she wanted it. “C'mon,” she breathed, feeling that heat starting to pool low in her gut again and not wanting to waste another minute acting like a schoolgirl on her first trip to the rodeo. Rolling onto her elbows and knees, she pushed up and back, shoving the covers off again since they'd only be in the way, anyhow.
Richard seemed to catch up quickly, and moved behind her, gripping her hips tightly as he settled between her knees. Leaning over her, he kissed the center of her back, then slid his hands up her sides and back down in a long caress. “So beautiful, Lois,” he murmured quietly.
She shivered at the breath against her back, then at the cold that met her when he moved away momentarily to grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it on quickly. But then those warm fingers were at her center again as he lined himself up, and she gasped as he pushed into her, long and slow, and-
The gentle stretch felt so damn good, she let out a long moan as she arched and pressed back to take him in more fully. Her senses started to swim as he pulled back, hands tight on her hips again, and thrust back in, faster and harder this time.
Another shout of pleasure escaped her, and she gave up on holding in all the little sounds issuing from her throat when he set up a rhythm and started thrusting into her properly. It was so right, the way he seemed to fit her so well, know just the right way to stroke to hit her most intimate places and make sparks dance before her eyes again.
“Lois, God,” he panted behind her as he kept up the pace. “Fuck. Wanted you since the moment I first saw you.”
She shivered and met him thrust for thrust, panting right along with him and not willing to think about that whole month, not now. Not with him buried balls-deep in her, filling her up so perfectly. “Mmm,” she managed to answer him, before he pulled her up and back against him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to keep her secure.
“Aaahh!!” she shouted she settled against his lap, his cock still buried in her and pressing right against that hidden place deep within. He thrust beneath her, hips pistoning upward, and dragged against that spot, drawing another long moan from her and sending sparks shooting throughout her body. “Fuck,” she panted, breath quickening with the hammering of her heartbeat in her chest. “Richard.”
“Nngh, Lois,” he returned, thrusting faster.
She felt his body begin to tense against her, and he drew across that place within her again and again, until her senses whited out and the coil of heat in her belly seemed to squeeze through a single point of perfect pleasure and rush out through her body in a wave of adrenaline and endorphins. He roared his own release behind her, thrusting once, twice, and holding her up with his hips as he tensed and shuddered, Lois panting for breath and waiting for the world to right itself.
Looking up and back at him, as she had on the couch, she caught his lips in a fevered kiss then, only breaking it when he lowered her back to the bed gently and slowly eased out of her, pulling off the condom and disposing of it. She let him maneuver them so she was cradled in his arms, her legs propped up over his, and he tugged the covers back over them as the cool air of the room made its presence known and threatened to raise goose flesh on their skin.
“So, how are my odds now?” he smiled at her with pale eyes twinkling in the low light.
Lois raised an eyebrow and pretended to think about it again, resolute to not let that feedback loop of doubt, insecurity, and bitter memory get started again. “Pretty good, I'd say,” she admitted after a moment letting him sweat it. “If you think you can handle this.”
He stroked the back of a hand over her cheek, her face still flushed and sensitive to his touch, and grinned. “Oh, I can handle it,” he answered, determined. “Assuming you can handle being with a globe-trotting international editor.”
“Have you met me?” she teased back.
Laughing at that, Richard tucked her wild hair behind her ear and kissed her again. “Oh, yes.”
“Good,” she said before snuggling into his embrace and pillowing her head on his shoulder. “Wouldn't want you going in blind.” Even though she wasn't quite awake enough at that point to see the bold irony of the statement, exhaustion finally starting to catch up with her, Lois couldn't help thinking that maybe she wasn't settling, after all.
Feeling the quiet laughter in his chest in return, and the sense of contentment blanketing her, she let her eyes drift shut for real then, and promptly fell asleep to the stuttering rhythm of tiny kicks in her belly.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Superman Returns
Pairing: Lois/Richard (Pre-SR)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,878
Prompt: For Porn Battle X: Lois/Richard, giving in, settle, second best, cold; Also written for Porn Day the Fifth!
Summary: Lois really doesn't want to get involved with Richard, but her body has other ideas.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Warnings: Pregnancy sex. *massive headdesk*
Author's Notes: Aftermath-verse, baby!! \O/ And now, I really, *really* regret what I did to him in Aftermath. And feel like I need more Richard icons to make up for it. :/ It should also be noted that I have no personal experience in this particular aspect of pregnancy, so I could just be blowing smoke for all I know. *shrug*
Settling
Lois was five months pregnant and despising the exaggerated curves her body had taken on when she finally relented and followed Richard up to his apartment after their late dinner date. Albeit tired and a little sore from adjusting to her new body weight distribution, she wasn't completely exhausted yet, so the offer of a shoulder rub and coffee-screw decaf, a little caffeine wouldn't hurt the baby-was hard to turn down, even if she'd resisted getting involved with Perry's nephew for more than a month.
Not that she wasn't sort of drawn to Richard, she kind of was, in a way, but... hell, she didn't even want to admit it to herself, but it hadn't exactly been easy to come to terms with the thought that the father of her child had simply dropped off the face of the earth. Who could even compare to Kal-El at this point? The man had saved her ass from untimely death enough times, after all, and second best to that wasn't even a contest. Well, unless she counted the other missing man in her life, but Clark never did seem the type to jump off a building after her, even if he did try to shield her from a mugger's bullet that one time. He was as close to the real deal as anyone could probably get, considering the way he'd followed her around like a lovelorn puppy dog, ever at her beck and call, not counting his frequent flaky disappearing act.
Shaking off her reverie as she and Richard exited the elevator and walked the short distance to his apartment door, she tried to focus on the present. The past was gone, and here was a man that seemed more likely to stay put. He even laid a gentle hand on the small of her back as he got the door open and ushered her inside, flipping the lights on. The contact was warming through her clothes, but she couldn't help the little shiver that ran up her spine with it.
“Are you cold?” he asked, brow raised over pale blue eyes in concern as he shed his suit jacket and hung it up on the hook by the door, along with her purse. “I can turn down the A/C.”
Lois shook her head at the offer, stepping into the small living room. “No, I'm fine, thanks.”
Nodding, Richard hooked a thumb over his shoulder, “I'll go put the coffee on, and I'll be right back.”
When he disappeared into the kitchen, Lois let out a long breath and dropped ungracefully onto the couch, kicking off her heels and closing her eyes to try to calm herself. Dammit, why was he suddenly getting to her so easily? Hormones. Had to be.
But the more she fought them, the more she knew it was futile. All the grief and rage-some of which she'd managed to burn off with the little bonfire of mementos on her balcony weeks ago-couldn't seem to stop the tsunami of need that had recently started to slam into her at random hours of the day and all hours of the night. She'd never admit out loud that there'd been a coil of want steadily growing in her core since that initial offer of dinner.
And Richard was here and available, in all likelihood in pursuit of the same thing, more or less. She didn't want to settle, dammit, but... but he seemed serious about her, despite his rating on the 'Everyone Else to Kal-El' scale. He was sweet, charming, gave as good as he got, was even kind of a doof sometimes, and a lot like Clark, that way.
Dammit, she had to stop thinking about Kal-El and Clark. They were gone, both of them.
Hands on her shoulders and a weight settling on the couch next to her as the aroma of fresh coffee hit her pulled her back from melancholy-land, and she leaned instinctively to the touch and warm pressure on sore muscles. “Mmm, thank you,” she sighed, eyes drifting closed as Richard worked her shoulders gently, thumbs pressing in around her shoulder-blades and rubbing tight circles into the knots of tension that had accumulated.
Sparks ran back down her spine with the massage and the light puff of air against her ear as he murmured, “You're welcome, Lois,” and she shivered again at the way her muscles tightened below her belly, hips twitching as if they had a mind of their own. The little whimper that escaped her throat then couldn't be helped at that point, either.
And... aw, screw it. Her hormones weren't gonna back down at this rate, and the way Richard's hands moved down her back slowly, caressing as much as working the tension from her body, it was a miracle she didn't either melt into a puddle of goo on the spot or just jump him outright.
When he guided her to turn sideways and adjusted himself behind her so they could stretch out on the sofa, she sank back between his knees and propped her feet up to get more comfortable. Her own knees splayed to the side a little-it just couldn't be helped, with the shape of her belly-and she again leaned back into his touch.
“Better?” he asked then.
“Much. Keep going,” she practically groaned as the soreness was worked out muscle by muscle.
Let it never be said that Lois backed down from a free massage, even if there was something else on her mind.
Richard chuckled low in her ear, digging in just a little harder at the small of her back with his thumbs. “How's this?”
“Lower,” she directed him. And damn, if she couldn't hold in and honest-to-goodness moan of pleasure as his hands dipped lower and started working the muscles at the top of her hips. “You... you really know what you're doing,” she breathed as the flames in her core seemed to start leaping wildly. Canting her hips back into his touch, she arched her back and wound up laying her shoulders back against his chest.
Another chuckle, and he caught her gaze over her shoulder, smirking down at her. “I'll never reveal my sources.”
That got a good chuckle out of her, and a little more of the tension with it. “Journalistic integrity. I love that in a man,” she smirked back at him, settling back a little more until-
Well, that certainly wasn't a banana in his pocket.
Fluttering her eyes shut again, pressed back against his hips, and let out a little half-whimper of anticipation when his hands slid around her hips, no longer just fingers, but a full grip on her curves. Richard pulled her back to him even closer, still gentle, and nuzzled into her hair. The heavy rise and fall of his chest behind her told her he was breathing in her scent, and God, that was too damn sexy.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, lips brushing the top of her right ear, and she shivered again at the earnestness of the question.
Turning her head up to his, she answered him with a kiss, nearly gasping at the tiny flickers of electricity that seemed to dance between them. It wasn't their first kiss, but it might as well have been, the way her breath caught in her throat then, their tongues dancing together as the kiss deepened and her arm moved up to capture his neck and pull him down closer. If pressed later, she might even admit it felt like floating, despite her knowledge to the contrary.
Her mind getting fuzzy with the little spikes of adrenaline rushing through her body, she barely held it together long enough to catch the zipper on the side of her pants with her free hand and tug the pull downward. The release of her belly was a relief, but it was nothing compared to the hot touch that trailed fire in its wake as Richard's hand moved forward over her hip, pushing the fabric of her pants out of the way.
His fingertips traced the edge of her panties, and she rolled her hips into that light touch, breath stuttering as their kiss was broken.
“Yes,” she breathed against his lips, and as he nuzzled her cheek then, gripping her shoulder with his free hand, he slid those fingers down between her legs, pressing against her sex gently.
Lois moaned low in her throat at the warmth and the wetness she felt soaking through the thin fabric, her body aching for more contact. “Please.” And God, she'd shouldn't have been so used to having to ask for it that it would just fall from her lips like that, but it was far too late to worry about appearances.
She felt the twitch of his lips against her face, and then his fingers dipped beneath the edge of the fabric and finally slid against her, skin to skin. A few quick strokes, and he broached her folds with two fingertips, finding her clit and circling it slowly. Lois nearly jumped against him at the jolt that shot through her with his touch. Damn, she was almost there already. Too quick.
Breathing heavily, she gasped when he flicked her gently, then pushed those two fingers into her, stroking firmly along the way before he started pumping those fingers in and out.
White sparks danced across her vision, the coil of desire in her belly tightening, and with another stroke of his thumb against her clit as he pumped into her, the world exploded in a riot of color behind her eyelids as she squeezed them shut, a shout of pleasure ripping from her throat as she climaxed. Her muscles clenched around him and her whole body shuddered as her release swept through her.
Slowly, she became aware of Richard grinning against her hair as her senses came back into focus. She'd dropped back against him completely, and his arms were wrapped around her protectively.
“Pregnancy hormones, huh?” he quipped lightly.
Lois looked up at him, her head against his shoulder, and for the life of her, couldn't be sure that was the whole story. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, reveling in the afterglow of a good orgasm. “Partly,” she admitted after a long moment.
Richard raised an eyebrow. “Does this mean I have a shot?”
“Mmm... maybe,” she teased, letting a wide smirk settle on her lips. “How about we take this to the bedroom?”
Let is also never be said that Lois Lane was a submissive little flower.
“What about your coffee?” he smirked back.
She shook her head, rolling it against his chest. “I can heat it up later.”
Chuckling as he helped her up off the sofa then, Richard led her down the short hallway to his bedroom, anticipation building up anew between them.
A lot of hot kisses and caresses as they fumbled to shed clothes, and they wound up standing beside the bed, paused in a holding pattern in the low light of the lamp on the nightstand. Lois drew in a fortifying breath as she took a moment to explore the man before her. She was used to broader shoulders and having to crane her neck to look into her lover's eyes, but Richard... Richard wasn't those things. He was something new, and after five months of being alone, the feel of his solid chest beneath her fingers as she ran her hands down over tight pecs and lean abs was very, very welcome.
Dipping her head briefly as her hands dropped lower, she then leaned up to kiss him firmly as she took him in hand, felt the weight and length of him. All so new, so different.
Richard gasped into their kiss at her touch, one hand pulling her closer and the other falling to cup the swell of her belly. “Um,” he started, breaking the kiss with a questioning expression.
Lois almost couldn't help a laugh, the tension breaking at his lost look and the unspoken question of how to get situated in the bed without her belly getting caught between them.
Releasing him and stepping just barely away, she kissed him quickly and pulled him with her down to the bed. They slid beneath the sheets and comforter then, face to face, and he ran his fingers through her hair, chasing another kiss.
But this time it was her turn to gasp into the kiss when his erection started poking her nowhere near where she wanted it. “C'mon,” she breathed, feeling that heat starting to pool low in her gut again and not wanting to waste another minute acting like a schoolgirl on her first trip to the rodeo. Rolling onto her elbows and knees, she pushed up and back, shoving the covers off again since they'd only be in the way, anyhow.
Richard seemed to catch up quickly, and moved behind her, gripping her hips tightly as he settled between her knees. Leaning over her, he kissed the center of her back, then slid his hands up her sides and back down in a long caress. “So beautiful, Lois,” he murmured quietly.
She shivered at the breath against her back, then at the cold that met her when he moved away momentarily to grab a condom from the nightstand and roll it on quickly. But then those warm fingers were at her center again as he lined himself up, and she gasped as he pushed into her, long and slow, and-
The gentle stretch felt so damn good, she let out a long moan as she arched and pressed back to take him in more fully. Her senses started to swim as he pulled back, hands tight on her hips again, and thrust back in, faster and harder this time.
Another shout of pleasure escaped her, and she gave up on holding in all the little sounds issuing from her throat when he set up a rhythm and started thrusting into her properly. It was so right, the way he seemed to fit her so well, know just the right way to stroke to hit her most intimate places and make sparks dance before her eyes again.
“Lois, God,” he panted behind her as he kept up the pace. “Fuck. Wanted you since the moment I first saw you.”
She shivered and met him thrust for thrust, panting right along with him and not willing to think about that whole month, not now. Not with him buried balls-deep in her, filling her up so perfectly. “Mmm,” she managed to answer him, before he pulled her up and back against him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to keep her secure.
“Aaahh!!” she shouted she settled against his lap, his cock still buried in her and pressing right against that hidden place deep within. He thrust beneath her, hips pistoning upward, and dragged against that spot, drawing another long moan from her and sending sparks shooting throughout her body. “Fuck,” she panted, breath quickening with the hammering of her heartbeat in her chest. “Richard.”
“Nngh, Lois,” he returned, thrusting faster.
She felt his body begin to tense against her, and he drew across that place within her again and again, until her senses whited out and the coil of heat in her belly seemed to squeeze through a single point of perfect pleasure and rush out through her body in a wave of adrenaline and endorphins. He roared his own release behind her, thrusting once, twice, and holding her up with his hips as he tensed and shuddered, Lois panting for breath and waiting for the world to right itself.
Looking up and back at him, as she had on the couch, she caught his lips in a fevered kiss then, only breaking it when he lowered her back to the bed gently and slowly eased out of her, pulling off the condom and disposing of it. She let him maneuver them so she was cradled in his arms, her legs propped up over his, and he tugged the covers back over them as the cool air of the room made its presence known and threatened to raise goose flesh on their skin.
“So, how are my odds now?” he smiled at her with pale eyes twinkling in the low light.
Lois raised an eyebrow and pretended to think about it again, resolute to not let that feedback loop of doubt, insecurity, and bitter memory get started again. “Pretty good, I'd say,” she admitted after a moment letting him sweat it. “If you think you can handle this.”
He stroked the back of a hand over her cheek, her face still flushed and sensitive to his touch, and grinned. “Oh, I can handle it,” he answered, determined. “Assuming you can handle being with a globe-trotting international editor.”
“Have you met me?” she teased back.
Laughing at that, Richard tucked her wild hair behind her ear and kissed her again. “Oh, yes.”
“Good,” she said before snuggling into his embrace and pillowing her head on his shoulder. “Wouldn't want you going in blind.” Even though she wasn't quite awake enough at that point to see the bold irony of the statement, exhaustion finally starting to catch up with her, Lois couldn't help thinking that maybe she wasn't settling, after all.
Feeling the quiet laughter in his chest in return, and the sense of contentment blanketing her, she let her eyes drift shut for real then, and promptly fell asleep to the stuttering rhythm of tiny kicks in her belly.
~*~*~*~