Maris & Rory usually went out to dinner on Fridays to celebrate the end of the school week. This one felt particularly harrowing. Truth be told, Maris was tired and hard pressed to find a body part that didn't hurt these days. Her feet, now swollen and stiff even in ugly shoes she'd bought a size bigger purely to be comfortable were bothering her so much she'd taken to immediately limping into bed at the end of a long work day.

She'd been sitting more at work, but it probably wasn't the only change her kids noticed. She now looked like she was smuggling a small basketball under her blouses, though thankfully no one had mentioned the weight gain to her face.

She was currently elevating her feet on a partially squished ottoman. It (and attempting to soak her feet in bath salts the night before) had done little to help them ache any less.

"Do you still want Mexican?" she murmured, slowly shifting in her chair in an attempt to find a position that helped soothe her a bit. She'd been craving nachos all week and told Rory so throughout most of it, but their favorite place was a short walk, then long train ride away.

The changes that Maris was going through might be vast and uncomfortable for her wife, but for Rory's part, she couldn't help but lean into the feeling she'd already predicted would happen. Her wife was more beautiful to her every day, and she was constantly amazed by her and the way she cared for their daughter already. As her bump grew, Rory had the urge to touch her even more, which seemed impossible because she wanted to touch her constantly always already. It was just something about the new dynamic that made Rory want to take care of her even more -- while of course, being ever mindful that Maris wouldn't like her being a complete helicopter wife.

So it was little things, making sure that she had the fridge stocked with Maris' favorite foods, that her allotted iced coffee was made just so in the mornings. She gave her back rubs or rubbed her legs after a hard day, too. Maris was carrying their child, it was all the actual least she could do.

Rory had just finished changing out of her work clothes, having stayed in them a bit longer when she got distracted reading after they got home. Now in a soft t-shirt and flowy purple skirt, she plopped down next to her wife. "God yes. I've been dreaming about guacamole since you mentioned it." One day, they'd go back to his place and get the margaritas the size of their heads. Though, Rory loved them so much she still got a frozen one, sans alcohol. Solidarity was the name of her game. "How are you feeling honey?" She asked gently, reaching over and rubbing her wife's hip with her hand.

Maris knew she'd had a pretty go of it thus far. Sure, morning sickness had been annoying, but in her sometimes paranoid googling she'd learned it was something most women dealt with. She thought leaving the first trimester meant leaving it and the annoying stuff behind until they got to the scary stuff that accompanied birth, but her stomachaches had been replaced with aches of a different kind. The kind that literally slowed her down.

Maris felt downright arthritic and almost yelled for Rory to help her get out of the tub when she'd soaked in it to feel better the night before. Now she was pretty sure she was going to be a shower only person until Jane was born.

It was embarassing. Infantizing, really. Which was ironic considering she was supposed to be preparing to take care of someone else.

"Tired," she admitted. Her body's current level of soreness meant it was hard to get comfortable and go to sleep. Considering Maris had insomnia under completely normal circumstances, getting rest was becoming a bit of a problem.

She was scared to take pain meds in her condition. Sleep aids, something she avoided anyway, were definitely out of the question and even hot showers and soaks only dulled the pain for a few mintes.

She'd done her best not to complain. She didn't want Rory to worry and knew that ultimately, there was nothing they could do. It was another hurdle to get over. Getting up and out of her chair (also something she felt like it took a slow, steady effort to do these days) felt like another.

She rested her forehead against Rory's for a moment before giving her a soft kiss, hoping it might give her a bit of motivation, but she felt a kick in her ribs the moment the kiss broke, something that was happening with increasing frequency these days. It was cool to feel more than those initial flutters but Jane's increased movements were another thing making it hard to relax.

She automatically took Rory's hand and slid it into position on her stomach. "Mia Hamm over here says hey."

From the very first interaction Rory had with Maris, something she immediately admired about her was how pragmatic she was. She loved planning lessons with her, watching how Maris tackled her teaching schedule and made a plan. She was self sufficient and so goddamn smart. She took care of things so directly. The more that Rory had grown to know her, and love her, she admired it even more. She'd learned that Maris didn't like to be fussed over, and Rory didn't hover or second guess her on any of it.

But things were a bit different now. Rory was hardly a helicopter wife, but she wanted hers to make sure she knew that Rory was there should she need anything, even before she might think to ask.

Even if Maris didn't know it, Rory spent a lot of time grabbing her phone to look up solutions for things. She knew her wife was having some trouble getting comfortable since her belly popped as they say, so she'd been on message boards with other moms who found which body pillow was best or what kind of aid would take pressure off of her joints. Rory wasn't just going to offer a solution unvetted.

"I've got that snake-shaped pillow that's supposed to get here tomorrow, maybe that will help you sleep better?" She kissed her wife softly, smiling as she brushed her fingers over her chin.

With her hand suddenly seized to slid over the round of her wife's belly, Rory couldn't help the now perpetual beaming grin as she waited. "Oh there she is." She said as she felt the telltale bumps of kicks against her hand. It was still such an incredible and odd feeling from the outside. It made her curious for how it would feel when it was her turn. "Think she'd play for the British team instead? She's definitely going to have a cuter accent than either of us." She chuckled, rubbing her hand soothingly over Maris' stomach, only to earn another kick against her palm.

Maris gave her wife a rueful smile. She knew Rory was just trying to help and she was grateful for it, but she resented the fact that she needed some sort of special pillow just to get some sleep.

A big, unwieldy pillow that would probably take up way too much space in their bed.

Maris may not have liked being fussed over or appearing clingy, but she did want her wife closer than ever these days.

Maris wrinkled her nose. "I didn't even think of that. Guess I'll have to learn some British players. Or some American ones. I'm not even that familiar with Mia. She was just the one female athlete they trotted out to show us when we were kids." Things were different now. The WNBA was a thing. The women's soccer team were celebrities and both had out lesbians on them to boot but...

"I'm a bad dyke," Maris whispered. "I couldn't tell you about anyone sporty right now save Serena or Rapinoe. We better pray she ends up uncoordinated."

Truthfully if Rory could angle herself in such a way that Maris could sleep curled up with her and find that mythical perfect spot, she would gladly do it. Of course it was summer, and hot, but that's why they'd been sure to have their AC fixed up by now. It could be as cold as they wanted inside. Rory had never been such a clingy sleeper before Maris. Even well into their marriage, she didn't sleep well if she wasn't at least touching her wife, and better yet to have their limbs tangled together.

"I should really be stretching my sports gay muscles, but it's been a while." Rory snorted a little laugh. "I do know all the gay soccer players... of which there are many. And a couple others... mostly because I thought they were gay until I was proven otherwise." Rory laughed a little more, shaking her head at herself. For all that she grew up playing some sports and basketball helped her afford Stanford, her heart was never really stuck in it. She preferred her books anyway.

"We better pray she loves reading." Rory countered with another laugh, rubbing her hand over her wife's stomach, her thumb brushing back and forth. "But if she wants to do sports, I hope you know I am going to be an insane soccer mom type on the sidelines. I'm talking picking fights with the refs while handing out orange slices crazy."

"Why are you warning me like I'm not going to be cussing out stupid refs right along with you?" Maris teased.

She may not have known much about sports, but she knew she'd learn about them or anything else Jane was interested in if need be. She'd lucked out in that department because she and her father (and grandfather) had all been very similar.

Maris was hungry and she really did want to get out and do something beyond staying in her armchair like she had most nights that week but even putting her foot down to start the five minute process to hoist herself up seemed like more energy than she could spare.

"Does Chico's deliver?" she said somewhat weakly. "We'll do something this weekend, I promise it's just... my feet kind of hurt and I want to be able to actually enjoy a night out."

Rory grinned at her wife, the image of the two of them being absolute monsters (in the best and most supportive way) popping into her mind. "You're right. I kinda hope she is a sports kid now." She teased right back, leaning over and kissing her wife's shoulder.

There were so many little things that Rory knew she was going to be obsessed with, and that went beyond sentiment and into the tangible things. Little shoes were already a problem, but she suddenly couldn't wait to get their daughter's hair into braids and send her off to play, or paint tiny nails or do some admittedly girly things that she'd never thought she would care about.

She was just so ready to love on this daughter of theirs all the more than she already did.

"I think they do? Let me look." Rory nodded, grabbing her phone. They loved going out, it was something they still did fairly often, but Rory wasn't one to mind a night in. They'd have plenty when Jane was born, yes, but also... their nights truly alone were probably fairly numbered.

"Ooh, not only do they deliver, but I can order us virgin frozen margs, too." She wiggled her eyebrows at her wife. "They'd be the only virgin thing in the house, really."

"Definitely not us," Maris teased. She relaxed a bit once she realized she didn't have to muster up the strength to go out, sliding back more comfortably in her chair. Her hand automatically came forward to rest on her stomach, an absentminded habit now that it was growing and she had something to reach out and hold onto.

She let Rory call the restaurant. Her wife knew her order by now. She reached for her once the call ended, pressing a few soft kisses against her temple.

"I'm sorry I'm no fun anymore," she grumbled playfully.

"That ship sailed long ago... and many, many excellent nights ago." Rory grinned, bumping into her wife. No, neither of them had "lost" their virginity (still a ridiculous way of putting it, if you asked Rory) to each other, but the sex she had with her wife eclipsed anything that came before (and after, for the dark times they did not talk about) her.

Rory probably ordered them a little too much food, but it reheated well anyway. The kid taking her order of course commented on her accent (as most did, she found) and she still thought it a funny comment even if they'd been living abroad for a long time now.

"Hey, you're plenty fun." She said, tossing her phone onto the couch next to her and leaned over to her wife, kissing her neck and her jaw line. "Now I can just put on my stretchy shorts and not feel guilty about it." Rory teased with a wink, sliding her hand over her wife's stomach to join hers as she kissed her again.

"We're always going to be fun. Even when we're moms." It wasn't something that necessarily worried Rory, but it was something to think about, to ponder. "We're going to love our kids so much, I know that. But..." She wanted to find the right words to say what she wanted to articulate, without it seeming ridiculous. "I don't ever want to lose who we are, and each other. Does that makes sense?"

"It makes sense," Maris said, sounding a bit more serious than she had moments before. "I worry about that too. If we'll be the same, after. I don't wanna be some boring mom who just talks about her kid all the time or for us to get boring or bored with each other or..."

Maris was mostly worried about becoming the boring one. She couldn't see herself ever wanting Rory any less but she would be going through more changes than either of them. She already was. She worried about being unattractive or that the things she had to do like feed Jane because she was carrying her would keep them apart.

There was no going back now and she knew things would never be the same but she wanted them, completely leaving Jane out of the equation (even if she knew that was an impossibility) to be.

"And I don't wanna be one of those oh, we'll schedule date night every Friday to make sure that doesn't happen couples either," she muttered. "Scheduled dates and sex sounds like a fate worse than death. It's no fun when you're obligated."

Rory felt a wave of relief hit her when Maris told her she worried about the same thing. The last thing she'd ever want was for Maris to feel like she thought she might neglect her, or that their child would be stealing something from them. The opposite was true, Jane would enhance what they already had, and she couldn't wait. But Rory also knew it was important to make sure they remained focused on their own marriage, too. They both came from single-parent households, and while those circumstances were wildly different, Rory wasn't about to let anything of their magic (to excuse the romantic notion) slip through their fingers.

Maris was the love of her life. She felt even stronger now that their family was growing.

"At the very least, we'll be teaching Jane to get to our level of conversation." She chuckled, wondering just how old little Jane would be before she was pulling Keats and Austen off the shelf.

Rory wanted her wife all the time, and that hadn't waned even in the slightest bit with her pregnancy. She felt insane sometimes, just how much she wanted to touch her and kiss her, like the only way to convey just how much she loved her wife was through the affection she gave her.

"Oh god no. Nope. That is not us at all." She made a face, shaking her head as she slid closer to her wife, angling her body so she rested against her side. She kissed her neck again, slower this time, before nuzzling her jaw with her nose. "For the record, I'm always going to want you. We're not about to lose our spontaneity. Even when we're exhausted, I want you all the time."

"I know," Maris whispered. She wanted Rory all the time. More rather than less because pregnancy made her crave closeness while simultaneously making her feel a new kind of it with her wife but she really was exhausted. She felt very in tune with her body, then like a complete stranger in it the next.

It was a weird feeling. If anything the only consistency in pregnancy was feeling a little out of sorts which meant it was slightly torturous to Maris, who always liked to feel in control or at least like she had her act together.

She leaned into kiss her wife again, letting it linger this time. Maris was tired but now that they were spending a night in, she didn't see anything wrong with giving Rory the last of her energy. She wouldn't need it to make some long trek to the train station or attempt to stay awake on the ride home.

"Don't reach for the stretchy shorts just yet," she teased with a smirk, hands sliding down to pluck at the button on the front of her wife's pants as she leaned in for another, deeper kiss.

It was impossible to know what a huge life change might do to any person, much less a dynamic of a couple. Even less of a physical change like marriage, Rory had heard those obnoxious tales that sex drive would go away, that people would get bored, so you had to be sure about the person you married. All complete bullshit if you asked Rory. She wanted her wife even more after rings were on their fingers. She loved her even more every day. And with their first child on the way now, Rory felt that double, triple, quadruple and beyond with every new phase of this whole experience. She loved her and desired her, and that, she was sure, would last for the rest of their lives. The connection they had felt at times like it had a life of its own.

They might have moved the beloved green couch to the library, but the bigger one they had in the living room now certainly served a purpose. The chaise part of it was prime for a cuddle while watching a movie, and the depth of the couch made leaning in and getting even closer to her wife even easier. Though that green couch would forever be the favorite.

She kissed Maris easily, an exploring, soft kind of kiss that built by the second into a more intense, passionate one. God, how did Maris do that to her every time? Her body shivered with the ferocity of how much she wanted her.

Rory's jean shorts might have been more snug thank her stretchy ones, but that just meant that Maris unbuttoning them was all the more satisfying. She hummed a soft sound into her lips as she kissed her. "I'll only reach for what you tell me to." She teased, flicking her tongue over her wife's lips as she reached up to pluck the buttons of her blouse open one by one.

"You know you can reach for whatever you want."

It was taking Maris a bit of time to adjust to her new body. Tall and lanky and at one point, a little jealous of girls with curves she'd never really possessed, she did sort of relish in feeling inexplicably more womanly now, but the changes came at a price. She felt slightly swollen and just when she found a top or pants that fit her growing bust and belly she'd almost immediately start to grow again.

Buttons probably weren't going to be a part of her wardrobe much longer. The ones down the front of Maris' work blouse were gapping in a way she hated and was doing her best to ignore. She felt a little shy as her wife worked at them, wondering if she noticed yet another relatively new top was on it's way to being banished to the back of her closet because it didn't fit anymore, but buried her less than great feelings about it by focusing on what she'd started.

She got the shorts undone, yanking them down Rory's legs with ease. Since denim was stiff and uncomfortable even if you were wearing the right size, she stroked the slightly red indentation they'd left behind with her fingertips, spending a little extra time letting them brush her bellybutton as she stroked her wife's tongue with hers, doing her best to shrug off her top in the process because she knew she'd feel better once she was rid of it.

"Mmhm, I do know that. I still like to hear you say it." Rory grinned, kissing her wife's neck as she spoke.

Rory had been attracted to Maris the first time she laid eyes on her. It was pretty obvious apparently, especially considering it was only weeks later they were peeling off layers wet from the rain and fucking each other into the wee hours of the morning. That same kinetic kind of energy crackled between them all the time. It hadn't changed even with distance, time, drama or anything else. Maris' body might be changing, and Rory reveled in it. The love and desire she had for her wife just felt deeper, somehow.

Okay and she had also noticed her breasts were a little bigger, not that she ever cared, but it did make the buttons pop free a little easier and Rory flashed a wolfish grin as a result. She couldn't even help the soft moan that left her lips at the red welt that her jeans had left. It might fade in seconds, but there was something delicious in the momentary pain of it.

She kissed her deeply, shifting a bare leg between her wife's as she slid her hands up her body and rolled her palms over the swell of her breasts. She moaned into her mouth, tongue stroking suggestively against her wife's as she teased her nipples through the fabric of her bra and rocked her hips impatiently. "We might be scandalizing another delivery person tonight." She breathed against Maris' lips, grinning as she sat up a bit and worked to undo her wife's pants. "Cause I'm taking my time with you."

"Just like old times," she joked. Maris occasionally, and okay often purposefully giving a delivery guy an eyefull thanks to her favorite, but tiny black kimono became something of a running joke during the early days of their relationship.

She still had it, but couldn't remember the last time she'd worn it to open the door for someone other than Rory since they got back together and definitely not since they'd gotten married and become a bit more possesive of each other in the best way possible.

The short silk robe would probably show even more now that it had even more real estate to cover up top and from behind. The image of her increasingly round pregnant belly peeking out from the bottom would have made Maris laugh if she wasn't so preoccupied.

Like her swollen feet, Maris breasts often felt uncomfortable and restricted during the day. Her bra (another thing she couldn't seem to buy and replace fast enough to fit her comfortably) usually came off right after her shoes.

And it kind of felt like her wife's hands and mouth were the only thing that could soothe them.

She moaned as her nipples were touched, wanting her stupid, restrictive bra off now more than ever but had other things to worry about. Like getting Rory's underthings off as soon as possible.

Getting her wife naked remained blissfully unchanged. Rory looked the same as ever and their was an almost comfort in that. It was nice to have a constant when Maris wasn't quite sure what each new day would bring. Sliding a hand between her legs felt like coming home, but the warm, wetness that greeted her was always a thrill.

"And who says you get to have all the fun?" she purred, lazily but purposefully stroking her wife's pussy, slowly lifting her own hips to help Rory along.

It had always been a fun little game, with a delivery guy or few, even so much as to "flirt" with someone at a hotel reception just to make them blush when Rory and Maris absconded to their room together. The ruckus that would ensue might earn a noise complaint or two, but that was part of the fun.

Though Rory didn't revel in the idea of anyone else's eyes on her wife. Especially her pregnant wife. There was something sacred to their relationship, ever since vows were exchanged. Nothing had entirely changed on the surface level, but everything had changed internally. More depth, more care, more everything.

Maris' bra was taken off in record time, Rory practically salivating at the sight of her topless. Good thing she'd done so, as when Maris' fingers slid home between her legs, Rory lost the ability to think properly for a few moments. "Fuck." She breathed, unable to hold it back, her hips lifting towards her wife's hand.

"I say." She grinned at her once she'd recovered, sliding her hands down to pull her pants down over her knees. She didn't bother for the moment to get her underwear off, just slipped her fingers into them and reached her pussy, moaning softly at the wet warmth that greeted her.

Maris may have been exhausted lately and okay, yes, their intimacy had fallen a bit by the wayside because it was hard do much when you were achey or napping in front of the television a half hour after work.

That didn't mean Maris didn't want to have sex. She'd heard of pregnant women becoming insatiable. Rory had even teased her about it. It was just a matter of being very willing but not always able and once they did get going they kind of had a way of making up for lost time.

Maris was sure it had something to do with hormones or simply feeling safe and close to Rory in this new stage in their relationships but she tried not to think to much about the why it felt so good so much as she tried to remember and chase this feeling.

And tried not to feel too embarrassed by how needy it made her.

She'd always been vocal. She had no qualms about telling Rory when she was making her feel good or what she could do to help her feel that way, but pregnancy, as awkward and yes, unattractive as it sometimes made her feel, seemed to have shoved away any inhibitions or shame Maris once had. Probably a good thing considering just how embarrassing and invasive giving birth would be but she definitely wasn't thinking about that, or anything but her wife right now.

She whined and visibly shuddered as her pussy was rubbed, momentarily stopping her own hand. They both knew it wasn't like her. Maris was laser focused, a woman on a mission when it came to making Rory come even if they were engaging in mutual pleasure.

She spread her legs a little further. "Leave them on. Make me come all over them," she murmured, her voice low and commanding as she slowly, mercifully started moving her hand again.

Their lives were changing, and they were bound to as they prepared, day by day, to become parents. Or really, Rory thought they already were in a sense. Her wife had already given up so much of her beloved coffee to take care of Jane. They'd both given up alcohol (Rory in solidarity) and were well into nesting-mode. But all of these things enhanced the bond that Rory felt with her wife. Her attraction to Maris, which she never thought could get any bigger seemed to grow all the time.

Just because there were evenings when all her wife felt like doing was falling asleep or having her back rubbed didn't take away an ounce of the desire Rory had for her. She loved caring for her even in the smallest ways, the ways she knew Maris wouldn't scowl at.

But when they were like this now, Rory was like a woman possessed with how much she wanted her wife. The floodgates opened and she crashed right through them, all familiar curves and kisses and touching where she knew she'd garner the biggest reaction.

And then there was the way Maris sounded. Every sound she made was spurring her on, the moans and the whines. Rory rubbed a little faster, gliding her fingers along her wet folds and back up to her clit to rub fast circles. "Fuck," She groaned against Maris' mouth, grinning as she flicked her tongue against her lips. "I love it when you're bossy, my girl." Her tone was deep and needy, possessive as she slipped two fingers inside of her wife. "You are so beautiful, oh my god." She moaned and began to fuck her in earnest, driving her fingers deep inside of her and curling against her walls as she edged them out, back and forth, her thumb rubbing her clit with no real pattern in order to keep Maris unable to predict just how she'd touch her next.

Maris wasn't an overly sentimental person. She rarely used pet names, but she had a few for her her wife and kind of liked that she returned the favor.

She called Rory darling. They both called each other honey but something about being her girl always seemed to mean a little more than anything else.

Even wife.

It was hard to explain but once they were married she was almost relieved Rory still used it on occasion. It was comforting. A reminder that things and more importantly they would always stay the same to each other.

Even through something as huge as this.

She didn't even mind that Rory had added bossy into the mix. It was true. And Maris had always been proud to be.

She groaned as Rory picked up the pace, chuckling once her wife changed up the pattern and caught her off guard. Then she let her hand fall in earnest and let Rory do something even she was rarely allowed.

Maris gave her total control, a chance to overwhelm and fuck her without Maris treating it like some kind of game to win or at least try and keep up. She'd get a turn (and maybe even a little "revenge" on her wife later.

"Fuck...just fuck me," she breathed, past eloquence or instructions anymore. "You feel so good lately," she cooed.

If they ever had the conversation (which was rarely if ever the actual topic because they didn't need it), there was a certain sacred feeling to some of the names they called each other. Adding in that claim of mine could be a cringe thing under other circumstances, or other people. With Rory and Maris, she loved being claimed by her wife. She loved saying it, even if when she did it was rarely a conscious choice.

No matter what was going on in their lives, Rory felt such an acute feeling of what it was to be madly in love with someone who was also her best friend. It was rare to have both, it was special to have both. They belonged to each other as much to themselves, as odd as that might seem to note, it was important. Who they were as individuals was honored and loved just as much as who they were together. Nothing would change that.

Rory flashed a grin at the way Maris laughed, her fingers rewarding her with a slow circle against her clit and then picking up the pace again. Few things were better than laughter during sex, and her wife's just made her want her more. "Oh just lately?" She teased with a quirked eyebrow, shifting her position just enough so she could angle her fingers inside of Maris and thrust faster, the sound of her wife's wet pussy only adding to how good it felt to be inside of her, fucking her, giving her exactly what she knew she wanted.

"Don't tell me I've been off my game before." She purred against her ear and nipped at it, biting her earlobe with a little tug just as she rapidly rubbed against her clit in the same rhythm her fingers thrust in and out of her, curling just inside to hit the spot she knew would drive her insane.

Maris didn't bother to answer her wife's question. They both knew she'd never let her down in the bedroom or otherwise. Rory never bored her and that was why she had changed Maris' formerly made up mind on marriage. She knew she'd love her forever and that love and desire would only grow.

Even when she was the one literally growing. She couldn't really speak anyway. Not when her wife had found the sort of rhythm that had her rethinking her whole "keep the underwear on" plan. She spread her legs as far as they could go, the seams pulled to the limit as she rocked, whined and begged for more.

"Take them off," she practically snapped, apparently back to old bossy habits. "And give me three fingers. I wanna come so hard for you."

Somewhere in there, a slight challenged had ticked at the back of Rory's mind. She knew that her wife wasn't questioning her skill or their desire for each other, but Rory still had a thrill run up her spine at the idea she needed to prove something.

Rory couldn't help but moan as Maris spread her legs, the sight of her eager and spread open for her like this making her hand move faster. She fucked her harder, fingers moving in and out and thrusting upwards as the sound of her wife's pussy filled the room with their labored breathing.

"You will." Rory practically growled at her, grinning as she slowly eased her fingers out of her. She knew the absence would drive her wife crazy, and that was her exact intent as she hooked her fingers in her underwear and wrenched them down her legs. Her tongue dragged over her own lips as she looked at her wife, glistening wet for her. "Fuck, look at you baby." She moaned, leaning over her and kissing her lips, quickly.

Her fingers eased back inside of her, sliding in two at first, teasing her, and then a third. "You feel so good." She huffed a sound as she began to slowly fuck her now, easing her fingers in and out of her wife. "I need a taste." Rory's voice was husky as she lowered herself down to the floor, kneeling in front of her wife and draping one of her legs over her shoulder. Her fingers began to thrust into her faster as she flattened her tongue to lap at her clit. She moaned again at the taste of her wife, eager to taste more.

Truth be told? Maris' growing stomach was making it harder to watch Rory please her the way she usually liked. But a bit of mystery had it's own appeal and a unique set of thrills.

Her sounds got more high pitched as Rory shifted her leg over her shoulder and Maris scrambled to bring herself closer to her mouth. She bucked almost desperately, breasts bouncing a bit more than usual now that she had more of them.

"Harder," she said in a voice that was somehow half whine, half growl, insistent as ever that her wife not treat her any differently now that she was in a "delicate" condition. If anything, her increased libido had Maris' craving more roughness than ever. She'd shoved Rory onto the bed with almost She Hulk levels of strength earlier in the week.

Rory hadn't seemed to mind.

Maris' thighs started to shake as Rory granted all her requests exactly the way she needed them to. She felt so good that it was hard to keep her eyes open, but they went wide as she felt herself squirt against her wife's mouth, an increasingly common occurrence thanks to their increased intensity.

Rory could be tender with her wife, and sometimes felt as though she should be, but Maris would prove her wrong in an instant. That rough night from just a few nights ago was strong as ever in her mind. Rory didn't fuck her any differently because she now had a bigger belly. If anything, she leaned in once she knew it was what her wife wanted, not to hold anything back. It was primal, completely at the mercy of biology and how fucking badly she needed her wife, all the time.

The sounds her wife made egged her on, even more so as her whine hit her ears. Rory moaned in reply, her lips vibrating as she closed them around her clit and began to suck. Her three fingers thrust inside of her faster, harder, driving home again and again. She knew how her wife was feeling based on the sounds she needed, the way her pussy walls pulsed around her fingers.

She moaned again, her tongue lapping at her wife's pussy with everything she had. And then she felt it. The telltale signs. Rory moaned as the taste of her wife's come coated her tongue. She couldn't stop licking, thrusting, easing every last drop from her wife as she fucked her deeply. Her fingers only began to slow a minute later, the wet sound like music to her ears. "Fuck, honey." She moaned as her mouth came away, panting hard as her lips and chin glistened with her wife. "That's my good girl." She purred, bowing her head and kissing her thigh, grinning as she opened her mouth to bite her inner thigh.

Maris could barely catch her breath, but she still managed a yelp then an honest to god giggle as her wife nipped at her thigh, girlish and giddy in a way she rarely was even in moments like these because Rory had kind of fucked her silly.

"Mmm, come here," she purred, taking her wife's face in both hands and gazing at her lazily but adoringly before slowly starting to kiss every bit of arousal off her face, including her chin, slowly and subtly guiding her wife to sit between her thighs.

That was the exact sound that Rory had been after. She laughed into her thigh, her own muffled thanks to it. God, she loved this woman. She loved everything about her, her personality and her body, her mind and her soul, her sense of humor and everything in between. But she also really loved those completely candid, uninhibited moments where she actually surprised her wife with something. And if a bite to her thigh did the trick, Rory took it as a victory.

Rory did exactly as she was told, slowly moving up her wife's body and dropping a quick kiss to her skin here and there before she got to her lips. She moaned into her wife's lips, her tongue sharing the taste of her as she settled between her thighs. She was careful not to put too much of her weight on her wife's stomach, which took some maneuvering, but did it with expert care. "Please know," Rory started between kisses. "We can cancel our plans out anytime if this is what we do instead."

"Because we've never cancelled plans to fuck before," Maris teased breathlessly, playfully headbutting Rory once her lips and tongue moved to her chin.

A pesky, increasingly responsible voice at the back of her mind reminded her that moments like that (and spontaneous moments in general) might be few and far between once Jane arrived but she shoved it to the back of her mind.

It was easy when her wife was looking at her like this and Maris wasn't about to leave her unsatisfied.

She rocked her hips a little, reveling in the familiar, comforting feeling of their pussies against each other like puzzle pieces made to fit, but her stomach was making it hard to stay as close as she liked or was even used to.

She tilted her head and for a brief moment she looked like she was at work rather than play, deep in thought as she searched for a solution to their problem. She wanted to fuck her wife and an orgasm that wasn't as intense as hers had been just wasn't an option.

Toys were in the bedroom which meant separating herself from her and her favorite seat in the entire world, but she knew she'd do it. And that it'd all be worth it in the end.

"You wanna play with the vibe till the food gets here? See how many times I can make you come?" she whispered in her ear before her voice dropped to an even lower octave. " Or we can go really slow, stop when he gets here then finish you off the second the door closes."

"Definitely not. When we make plans we stick to them." Rory grinned, her voice tapering off into a soft hum of a sound as Maris moved her lips over her skin.

Logically, Rory knew that they wouldn't have all the time in the world once Jane got here. They'd be exhausted and sleep deprived, have a baby they'd need to jump up to take care of at the drop of a hat... and yet Rory didn't doubt that they would still find these moments to devote entirely to each other. Rory wanted her wife, constantly. That had only grown in intensity over the years.

A visible shiver raced up Rory's spine as their hips rocked together, a soft gasp sounding against her wife's lips as she moaned and sunk into the feeling a little more. It might take some adjustment, and it was a bit frustrating not to get it right like they used to almost effortlessly, but every brush of their pussies together had its desired effect. Just keeping that contact was hard.

Maris was the brains of this operation today, and her suggestions made Rory moan in a low, breathy sound. "Yes." She answered simply, because either one of those scenarios would be exactly what she wanted. Of course, the idea that they'd have to pause and build the tension in the middle was... hot.

Bracing her hands on either side of the couch next to her wife, Rory leaned into her and kissed her. The kiss was immediately intense and hot as her tongue swept over her wife's -- before she abruptly pulled back and pushed herself to stand. "Don't move a muscle." She warned her wife, gazing down at her even as her own pussy throbbed. She gently pushed Maris' knee so her legs opened even more, and she could see her glistening sex waiting to be fucked again. "I'll be right back." She winked, and disappeared from the room on surprisingly not-wobbly knees.

Rory made quick work to get to their bedroom, grabbing their favorite vibrator and then, just in case, the strap for good measure. The latter was dropped to the couch as soon as she returned, and she almost casually dangled the vibrator in her palm as she approached her wife. "I'm reminded we need to get us a strapless strap on so i can fuck you while it's inside of me, too."

Maris smirked as she watched Rory get up and go to their room. She always liked when her wife took initiative, but she was extra happy (and not to mention appreciative) about it considering her current aches and pains meant she was moving at a snail's pace these days. She hated to think of how much of a grandma she'd be by the third trimester.

"Maybe for Christmas," Maris teased, legs still very much open for her wife because she also loved that she took initiative there as well. "If you're a good girl," she purred before patting her knee. "Come and sit in my lap."

Maris reluctantly brought her thighs together so her wife could have a better seat, pulling Rory's back against her chest and burgeoning belly before taking the toy from her, though she didn't turn it on just yet. She parted her wife's legs the same way she had hers, her other palm slowly making it's way down her chest, stomach and thighs before her fingertips slowly started to stroke her pussy.

"We're going to watch you get fucked," she said, chin on Rory's shoulder and lips against her ear as she watched her hand at work. "So you're gonna need to keep your eyes open for me, darling." She let out a huff of a laugh, lips twitching into a half smirk. "Among other things."

Returning to find her wife exactly how she left her made her pussy throb with desire all over again. Rory was entranced by this woman she loved with her whole heart, but in times like these she wanted her more than any other feeling she had. Rory was more than happy to be the one to dart around and get anything her wife needed, and that went tenfold with their current find.

She couldn't even hide the sound that came with her exhale at the words Maris used. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she grinned, nodding as she moved over to her wife. "I'm always a good girl for you." She flashed a cheeky grin, gripping the back of the couch as she slid into Maris' lap. "Except when I'm not."

The mischief in her eyes softened almost immediately as she felt her wife so close to her, her thighs parting easily to let Maris do whatever she wanted. Rory was wet, a soft gasp sounding from her lips as she felt her wife's fingers against her pussy.

Fuck, she loved the way her wife touched her, but the way she spoke so in control, demanding, did something to Rory she could never actually articulate. She bowed her head and kissed Maris' neck, teeth nipping there playfully as her hips rocked just a little towards her hand. "Yes, honey, whatever you say." She grinned and leaned back, her hand on Maris' shoulder to anchor her there. Rory was rarely completely submissive, but she couldn't deny that doing what Maris wanted sent an intense thrill through her.

Her confident little smirk only deepened as she felt her wife relax against her. She loved touching Rory and never stopped being in a kind of awe over just how wet she could get for her (not to mention the other way around), but there was something almost soothing about stroking warm, wet folds she'd memorized long ago. Another version of that all feeling of home that filled her chest while arousal tingled and danced through the rest of her. Above all else, she loved the sound of her fingers against her pussy, a sound that she purred that Rory should listen to as she sucked on her earlobe, letting a single finger tease and circle her entrance. Maris' breathing quickened like she was the one being teased, little puffs of air tickling her wife's ear and sending the little baby hairs there upward. She turned on the toy. It was powerful, but mercifully quiet, which Maris liked because she found a persistent buzz distracting and never wanted anything to drown out the sounds either of them were making. It was an even bigger relief now in case their food did show up while they were in the thick of things. The delivery guy didn't deserve to hear what he would probably eventually walk into. She lightly traced and teased her wife's sex with the tip of the toy before slowly inching it inside her, watching her face to know how much she was ready to take even though on some level she knew there was no need for caution when Rory was practically dripping. She moaned a little as she watched it slip inside her, the hand on her non dominant hand sliding down to prepare to play with her wife's clit.

"Just sit for a minute," Maris whispered, cool and commanding as ever. "Let yourself adjust. Enjoy it." She brushed some hair off the side of Rory's neck, starting to kiss it but her gaze was firmly on between what was happening between her wife's thighs.

Rory legitimately always found her wife impossibly beautiful and sexy as hell, but there was something just a little extra when she smirked at her like that which sent a thrill through her entire body. She was in very, very capable hands. Rory couldn't help the soft moans that left her lips as Maris stroked her with her fingers, the wet sounds only enhancing the feeling that coursed through her. Her wife had promised her slow, but the sensuality of this felt overwhelming. Rory was acutely aware of everything, the way her wife touched her, the feeling of her warm breath on her skin, the smell of her shampoo and the taste of her skin when she pressed another kiss to her neck. She'd forgotten entirely about the delivery on the way by the time Maris was teasing her with the toy, her hips lilting towards it on instinct.

The moan that escaped her lips as Maris finally eased it inside of her was mostly pleasure but part relief to finally feel her wife stretching her out. Even as her hips jerked a little from how she touched her clit. God, her wife knew her too well, played her like a fiddle.

"Okay," Rory breathed with a soft laugh, biting her lower lip as she nodded. "Fuck, I'm so wet." She moaned, bowing her head against her wife's as she looked down to her wife's hand and the toy she held onto. The whine that came out of her was a bit more pathetic than she meant for it to sound, but apparently today she was not above begging. "I need you to fuck me baby, slow."

"Shh, I got you," Maris murmured almost soothingly, bringing her wife closer and tighter against her as if to prove her point. Her lips continued their path down the curve of Rory's neck, her fingers and the toy keeping their slow pace until the sounds her wife was making told Maris Rory couldn't just take more.

She kind of needed it.

The pace stayed steady. Maris rubbed and played with Rory's clit exactly how she liked, humming soft encouragement all the while,but the time for teasing was over. Maris' breathing quickened as she did what her wife asked. She fucked her slowly, her hand eventually leaving her clit to slide up and toy with her breast instead. She squeezed hard before she began to slowly circle her nipple with still slick finger tips, wanting to please Rory, but also make good on her promise to play and tease. Toys that weren't their strap rarely left their top drawer, which meant Maris was hardly going to let this occasion pass her by.

Everything she was doing was an attempt to lull Rory into the sort of relaxed, blissful state that allowed someone to lose their inhibitions enough to come hard, but her smirk came back in full force once she caught Rory's eyelids starting to flutter, her hand quickly leaving her breast to tangle in her hair and give it a sharp pull.

"Watch," she reminded her, using the same cool, stern voice her students heard when they were being scolded.

Every word that Maris spoke was somehow striking Rory deep in her core, reaching places that her touch couldn't even reach. Yes, Maris certainly did have her. She moaned and couldn't help but rock her hips a few times here and there, moments of forgetting the directive to just sit and let Maris do what she wanted.

Their pace was maddening as it was full of intense pleasure. Rory whined softly, bowing her head against Maris' shoulder and biting her skin there, enough to leave a soft welt before her tongue soothed over the spot. She leaned back moments later, letting her head fall back as the sensation of her wife's wet fingers against her hard nipples sent a shiver up her spine. Her pussy was throbbing around the toy, the ache in her only growing by the second.

"Ah," She gasped, eyes going wide in surprise but also unbridled arousal with the way her wife gripped her hair and pulled. The thrill of pain only made her shiver harder, a moan following as that tone felt like it could make her come alone. "Yes," She licked her lips, her voice taking on an obedient tone as she let her gaze fall between them, watching her wife fuck her. "Pull my hair harder." She demanded of her own, asserting what little control she felt she had. But they were always like that, pushing and pulling with each other.

Maris raised an eyebrow at Rory's request, the idea of getting rougher and thus being given more power and control over her wife sending a fresh, more intense sort of throb right between her thighs. She tightened her grip, winding Rory's hair around her hand so she could use it like an almost handle, tugging Rory back against her every time the toy sunk (far too easily in).

Maris rocked with her wife as if she was using more than just her hand and a toy to fuck her. Her sentences were short, clipped, but her tone was thick with desire as she told Rory that she was beautiful or a good girl who needed to relax or let go.

She flipped a switch to make the vibrations more intense, preparing to start ramming the toy inside her when she heard three very sharp taps on the front door. Startled, her hand automatically tightened around Rory's hair, giving it a tug she hadn't intended.

"Fuck," she muttered, burying her face in Rory's neck for a moment as she tried to sort out what to do. She could hardly leave the delivery person waiting.

But Rory didn't deserve to wait either.

Her lips twitched as an idea formed, her grip loosening before she switched off the toy and gave Rory a little shove off her lap.

"You get it," she said cheekily, curious to see if Rory could even function in her current state. Maris reached down and cupped her stomach, giving her a pathetic little pout. "I'm weak and tired," she whined playfully, the only time she had sounded remotely like that during her pregnancy and something they both knew was a lie at the moment.

Rory knew that Maris would take her request and run with it, but even still the thrill that sparked through her like wildfire made her moan the second the pain from that tug hit her. The moan that came from her was more of a whine, pathetically breathy as she rocked into the toy a little more assertively. She felt her deep inside, her pussy throbbing harder around the toy.

Her own words came out through panting breaths and were barely stringing together. The occasional yeah and fuck interspersed with her wife's name more growled and moaned than anything else.

A sharp, almost yelp left her as the toy's vibrations intensified, her fingers digging into her wife's shoulder as she held onto her with the sudden yank of her hair. But Rory laughed seconds later, bowing her head against Maris' shoulder and laughing even as her arousal pulsed with new intensity.

In those next few moments, when Rory found herself tossed back from her wife's lap, an incredulous grin was on her face even as she seriously considered just diving in between her wife's legs and eating her pussy as some kind of a revenge for the abrupt shift. "Oh so weak and tired." She punctuated a pout, cheeks flushed and chest heaving with ragged breath.

"You're just lucky you're so goddamn sexy." She huffed, finally finding her legs enough to stand up. "Don't you dare continue without me." Rory pointed a warning finger, grabbing her shirt and pulling it back over her head. It was too short to act as an actual cover for everything and since she didn't want to actually flash the poor delivery guy (for many reasons), she grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around herself before heading off towards the door.

"Oh thank you so much." Her tone was bright and chipper when she opened the door to the delivery kid who was probably in his twenties and a little shell-shocked to see a very disheveled woman wrapped in a blanket on the other side. Rory handed over a cash tip and took the bags with one hand, the other kept the blanket secure. "You umm. ah. have a lovely day ma'am." Rory was already laughing as she put the bags down on the table near the door and bumped it closed with her hip, as the poor kid nearly tripped over himself walking away. "Dinner is here to give you strength." She called over her shoulder.

Maris may have planned out their little game, on some level prepared for a bit of starting and stopping while they got dinner squared away, but her desire for Rory didn't hit the pause button. She stood resting one hand on one of the room's archways to watch her, her other hand staying on her stomach though she really wasn't thinking much about their daughter or her current condition right now.

All she cared about was Rory and finishing what she started. The food smelled amazing, but she wasn't overly concerned about it either, though she did make sure it was safe and on the table before she came up behind Rory, yanking her as tightly as she could against her with her current level of bump between them.

"I'm not hungry," she murmured, kissing along her wife's neck until she reached her ear to whisper. "Not for food, anyway. And I think we're past toys." Her hand slid down to start slowly, but firmly stroke Rory's pussy. "Do you still want me to hurt you?" she said almost sweetly. "Because I'll lay you across my knee and spank you as many times as you want."

Even as Rory got their food set on the table, and the longer than normal pause, she didn't exactly stop buzzing with desire and suddenly-stopped pleasure. She felt an ache throbbing through her, her thighs were wet and all she wanted was to get back to the couch and to her wife.

But Maris clearly had other plans. She felt more than heard her wife first, a sharp sound escaping her lips as her back pressed against her wife's chest. Her hand instinctively reached out to brace against the door for stability. Heat pooled through her, the throbbing between her thighs intensifying.

"Me neither." She shook her head as it lulled forward a bit, her whole body practically shaking for want. Rory purred a low sound once Maris' fingers began to stroke her pussy. It was both the reprieve she needed, and not enough. With the blanket discarded, her shirt hung off one shoulder, in danger of slipping low enough to expose her breasts again on its own.

Her hips rocked into Maris' hand, the question alone earning a moan. Rory liked all sorts of sex with Maris, rough and gentle and everything in between. But there was just something about the way her wife was in command that she needed beyond any normal level. "Yes." She gasped, leaning back into her and glancing over her shoulder as much as she could. "I want you to leave a mark."

Maris had always thrived on control, but her current need for it went beyond simple habit or human nature.

There was a strange urge to prove herself, that she was still strong and in control, the same Maris even in her current condition. That she'd always give Rory exactly what she wanted after everything changed even more in a few months.

Sometimes the urge to remind Rory exactly why she'd chosen her especially when her life could have turned out very differently before Maris had arrived in Maine was overwhelming.

"Upstairs," she said simply, letting go of Rory to give her a tiny shove toward the staircase. The food could wait.

Even though she had made sure everything that had happened downstairs would be full of pauses and the added thrill of nearly being caught, Maris had to admit she felt better, bolder when she realized they wouldn't be and that they didn't have to start and stop anymore.

Sliding onto their bed only intensified her current power trip. This was their domain.

"Come here," she murmured, gesturing for Rory to get into her lap again. Only this time she laid her across it.

True to her word, she started to spank her. The first were tentative, considering they had never really focused solely on them before. They both enjoyed a hit or two in the heat of passion but this was different. A turn on in it's own way. Maris wound a hand around Rory's hair again, using it to pull her up and force her to look at her when her hits caused her head to automatically sink down.

Maris' cheeks burned, finding herself slightly surprised by just how much this was doing for her. She squeezed her thighs together to dull the throb that threatened to distract her, her breathing quickening in time with her wife's.

Even though she kept a slow, steady pace, after a few moments Rory's ass wasn't the only thing red and stinging. Maris shook out her hand a little, trying to get the feeling back before sliding a hand almost tenderly along Rory's ass to soothe it, though she knew her attention would also bring more of that blissful stinging sensation.

"More?" she prompted, hooking a finger under Rory's chin but it didn't really sound like she was asking. She wanted to keep going and had a feeling she wasn't the only one. She wordlessly picked up a slim hardback from the bedside table, her current read. Raising an eyebrow, she wordlessly asked if Rory wanted her to spank her with that instead, knowing it would be a different sensation and probably leave the mark she wanted.

"We do love our books..." she said with a cheeky smirk.

Rory recognized the way that Maris was feeling; it was in the way she looked at her as much as her actions. While Rory usually liked to assert her own dominance in an equal footing situation, she knew that Maris needed this as much as she did. She was putty in Maris' hands, almost too eager to give into her every whim. This aggressive control flared up rarely, and she wasn't one to miss the opportunity.

So she only nodded at her wife's demand, bracing a hand against the wall as her wife gave her that playful shove. If it possibly could have made her pussy throb harder, it did.

Her knees felt weak even as she got to the top of the stairs, their bedroom like their sanctuary but now it went beyond that. This was where her wife was in charge today.

Laying across her wife's lap took a little bit of adjusting, but Rory braced one hand against the bed, her fingers curling into the sheets as the first slap of her wife's hand sent a ricochet of pleasure-pain up her spine. "Fuck." She moaned, her head lolling back as her teeth sunk into her lip. Each one felt harder, with a sting that left her body ringing and her pussy so wet she was dripping down her thighs.

Rory felt like a woman possessed. They'd always loved a spank in bed, amongst other things, but this felt different. It felt charged in a way that felt new as it was familiar to be in her wife's grasp. "More." Rory agreed. She would have hated how much of a whimper made its way into the singular word, but locked eyes with her wife, she couldn't care. She would beg for it if she asked her to.

A wicked, excited grin flashed across her face when Maris grabbed the book. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear her pulse in her ears. "We really do." She giggled, unable to help the burst of it that came up. But even with the burst of laughter, her eyes remained dark, fixed on her wife's face as she exhaled sharply. "I want it hard."

Props were even more unfamiliar to them than toys. Maris liked her idea and sort of figured her wife would too, but for a moment at least, she paused, wondering exactly what to do with the book in her hand as she willed her heart to stop pounding at her wife's request. Determined to give her exactly what she asked for, she studied the book for a moment before sliding off the jacket. She could almost never get one to stay in place when she was reading. She had her doubts it would withstand what she was going to do with it.

She rubbed Rory's ass almost soothingly, murmuring that she'd kiss it better soon as she sat the cover off to the side, purring as she realized how much of Rory's arousal was trickling down her wife's thighs and onto her own.

Like the first with her palm, Maris' initial hit with the book was slightly tentative, but made contact with an audible sting and thump.

"Again?" she prompted coolly, already raising the book for another try. "Or how about I just keep going until you wanna be fucked instead?"

This felt new, some kind of play that they weren't used to, but that made it exciting. Her wife was entirely in control and that was even more exciting. But Rory's teeth sunk into her lower lip to stifle a sigh of frustration for even those extra seconds of anticipation it took Maris to remove the jacket.

Rory wasn't sure how it would feel, the flat, firm surface of the hardback against her bare skin. The yelp that came out of her the moment it struck her ass was more of a guttural sound than she usually gave, a sort of moan edged into the sound as a brief pain swirled together with a pleasure so intense she knew her breathing was quickening even more.

"Fuck." She gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets tightly as she exhaled. "Yes." Rory whined the word, completely unable to stop the way it sounded so breathy and needy. "Keep going." She eyed her wife as she said it, hair falling over her shoulder as she looked at her. It wouldn't take her long until she couldn't stand waiting to be fucked a second longer, but she wanted more.

The raw, guttural, almost animalistic sound Rory made when she was struck was new too.

And yet another thing Maris was surprised how much she enjoyed.

Maris may have liked taking control, but they both knew she would never be able to put up with, let alone be attracted to a woman who was totally passive.

She liked that Rory was feisty and their intimacy was nothing if not an exercise in give and take but seeing this soft, almost submissive side of her wife was doing more than just inflating her ego.

Maris was wildly turned on, something evident in her darkened eyes and a heart rate that lead to some labored breathing of her own.

She hit harder, a little less hesitant now that she knew Rory liked it and the book wasn't hurting her too much.

It was a novel she was slowly getting through but she'd never finish reading it now. Not with memories of this attached.

"You like this don't you?" she purred in her ear like they were sharing a secret. In a way, they were. They'd never done anything quite like this with each other. Proof that things weren't always stale after marriage or even pregnancy. She rubbed Rory's ass almost soothingly after a particularly hard hit. "Look at you. My girl's so strong. And mine. She gave Rory another hit as if to really hammer the point home.

Rory imagined that in the entirety of their lives, both she and her wife had experienced a bit of a lackluster partner a time or two. It went without saying how different things had always been with Maris, from their very first time. Rory felt like there was nothing they couldn't try and find something to love about it.

Case in point: She never thought being spanked with a hardcover book would send her into such a primal state of need.

Neither of them had it in them to just lay back and be boring while the other did her work. Rory was an active participant as much as Maris was, even when she was being submissive. She wasn't about to just lay still or not actively seek out the kind of pleasure she knew her wife could give her.

Rory rocked forward a little with the force of Maris' smack, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as another moan ripped from her throat. Her hair fell over her face as she nodded her agreement. "I fucking love it." She growled back through grit teeth, leaning just a little into her wife.

Her ass felt tingly as Maris soothed what she was sure would be a red mark if she looked. "I'm yours, honey." She cooed, her voice low as she moaned again, the affectionate term dripping from her lips. She wanted more, was impatient for it even, but she couldn't last long. Not at all. "Fuck me, Maris." She demanded, glancing over her shoulder at her wife and leaning into her enough that she could kiss her arm from where she was. "I need you."

"I love you," she cooed in Rory's ear. She didn't say it often, no matter how often she felt & meant it. She almost never said it in moments like these, often mocking long sappy declarations of love during sex scenes in movies, but it seemed fitting in the moment. She was in awe of her wife and seeing her in a slightly different way. She loved that they could still push and surprise each other. That they trusted each other enough to try things that others might shy away from.

But the sight of Rory's ass, turned a faint red thanks to what she'd allowed her to do to her filled her with as much tenderness as it did arousal.

She was done hurting Rory. Now she just wanted to soothe her. She dropped the hardback on the floor almost immediately, wincing a little as it hit the ground with a louder thud than she'd been anticipating. She slowly cupped her ass with both hands, lightly stroking and soothing the sting as she tried to sort out what to do next out loud.

"Well, we can't have you on your back all bruised," she murmured, knowing that would be uncomfortable while Rory was still sore.

Her nails lightly grazed her wife's skin as she murmured, "I think up on all fours is the way to go. Come on," she coaxed playfully. "I can kiss you all better then fuck you from behind." She swallowed for a moment, considering something they hadn't really done before, adding softly, "I'll even rim you if you want."

The unabashed, sudden grin that spread across Rory's face was instant, hearing those words from her wife even now hit just... different. "I love you too." She panted back, her words sounding a little strangled and dripping with the kind of lust that made the term seem more primal than soft. It was rare to hear it from her wife like this, especially first, and that spread a different kind of warmth through her entire body.

Rory sighed a soft sound as her wife's hands cupped her ass, the tingling sensation of where she'd been repeatedly slapped with her hands and the book sending goosebumps all over her.

"Mm, you're right, we can't." As much as she loved the pain that had come with each hit, she didn't want any soreness distracting from what her wife was about to do.

She hissed suddenly through grit teeth, her back arching and sharply jolting as soon as Maris' nails grazed against her sensitive skin. The sensation felt new, and entirely intoxicating. "Oh fuck," She grinned, leaning in and kissing her wife slowly, lingering as she sucked on her lower lip. "I want." She said plainly, a smirk on her lips as she kissed her again. "Do whatever you want to me." She kissed her one last time before slowly peeling herself off of her wife's lap on shaky legs and moving over towards the middle of the bed.

Pushing herself up onto her knees, Rory pressed the heels of her hands into the mattress, bunching the sheets between her fingers as she leaned forward, keeping her ass up in the air and her knees just a little further apart. "Please, honey." She practically cooed, her words low and dripping with the desire she felt. "I'm yours."

The sight of Rory sliding into position brought a fresh wave of arousal. The new angle showed off how red she was, which made Maris' heart beat even faster. She took her time sliding closer, then over her wife, unable to press quite as close as she normally did with her belly between them. She purred a little as she tugged on Rory's hair to pull her up for a kiss that was surprisingly deep and sweet, hands slowly sliding down her wife's breasts and stomach before coming back around to soothe her ass again. The kiss never broke, even as she started grazing it with her nails once more.

Rory's reaction hadn't gone unnoticed and she wanted more of it.

When the kiss finally broke, Maris' lips moved upwards, determined to kiss every inch of Rory starting with her shoulders. Her kisses slowed and lingered the further down her body she went and were feather light when she reached still red, warm and thus probably still stinging skin, her heart pounding a little harder as she slowly but firmly pulled her closer, starting to lick as her hand slid up and between her thighs to play with her pussy at the same time.

Rory loved knowing that her wife was watching her. She could feel her gaze as she got on all fours, and she knew the kind of affect it would have. The same was true when their roles were reversed. Anticipation swelled as she felt Maris move closer. She was all but panting when she finally felt Maris' hands on her body. A low whine came from deep in her throat as Maris yanked back on her hair, her head twisting enough to kiss her deeply, her tongue immediately seeking hers.

She only broke away to moan, a little yelp to the sound as her skin buzzed beneath her wife's nails. She was overly sensitive, and it only made her pussy throb with want even more.

Now she was panting in earnest, her cheeks flushed, her skin hot to the touch. Rory was a being of pure instinct now, her back arching with every kiss Maris pressed against her skin, her body responding to every touch, every kiss. "Oh fuck," She groaned loudly, her head falling back as her wife's tongue got to work. Her thighs spread a little wider, giving Maris more access with her hand. "You feel so good." She moaned louder, unable to keep her volume at any sort of low level with the pleasure her wife was giving her now.

It was a slow build, with a kind of tenderness that hadn't been present moments before. Maris rubbed and stroked her wife's pussy with a kind of quiet confidence, both of them knowing she wouldn't stop until she sank into the sheets, unable to take anymore.

Her licks were even slower, her heart pounding hard enough to register as a dull thud in her ears and between her legs as she pleased her wife every way a person could be pleased, dipping her tongue inside her just as her thumb started applying light pressure to her clit.

The exact difference from the slaps her wife had given her moments before to the gentle, seductive soothing she was doing now was like a shock to the system. Soft purrs of sound left her lips, moans that rumbled from deep in her chest as she rocked her hips just a little on instinct. Her elbows buckled a little as she bowed forward, her forehead touching the bed with her ass up to give her wife the space she needed to keep going.

Her heartbeat was pounding so hard she heard it in her ears, her body beginning to tremble with every stroke of Maris' tongue. "Honey," She whined, her teeth grit together as she tried to last just a little longer, savoring every single stroke and lick from her wife. The dual pleasure of her wife's thumb and tongue was too much to take, and it wasn't long at all before a guttural cry ripped from her throat in a hoarse cry, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm that had her thighs shaking and a gushing feeling that sent her over the edge. Her head went dizzy as she moaned, gasping and cursing between crying out her wife's name.

From the position she was in to the sounds she was making, there wasn't anything Rory was doing that wasn't doing something for Maris.

She held onto her wife's hips as she came, wanting to keep her close and upright since she knew her first instinct wouldn't be to collapse onto her stomach.

But she also knew Rory had no other choice. Maris raised her head once every little sigh and shake subsided, kissing her way back up the length of Rory's body before nuzzling her neck.

"Dinner's too far away. We're just gonna say it lives down there now," she murmured playfully before starting to stroke Rory's hair, softening a little as she added, "I love you."

Not one for running phrases into the ground (especially the most important one), Maris knew she'd just said, it but she couldn't help herself. She was feeling surprisingly tender lately, like she needed Rory to know just how much she loved her before they added someone else into the equation.

"You're all I'm ever going to need."

Rory felt at once out-of-body and so entirely anchored in herself in those moments of the intensity of her orgasm. She shook as she finally did collapse beneath her wife's hands and mouth, laughing a little bit as she hit the bed with such a whoosh of air. It took her several minutes to come back to herself entirely, but she was acutely aware of her wife's presence, of every touch and every kiss she gave her.

A low moan of appreciation muffled into the sheets as Maris nuzzled her neck as she did. She might not be able to move quite yet, but she fully appreciated every inch their bodies touched.

"It lives there, we live here. Oh well." Rory smirked, turning her head to look at her wife finally. Her gaze was soft no matter how spent and exhilarated she was, a tenderness returning with such a full force hearing those words. "I love you too." She said as if it wasn't the most obvious thing she had ever said.

Rory turned just a little more, enough that she could loop an arm (that still felt a bit like jello) around her wife and nuzzle her own nose into her neck, kissing her softly there, and then under her jaw and then once to her lips. It felt like a response in itself to what Maris told her. Rory didn't expect it to hit her so hard, but it did. "That's a really beautiful thing to say, Mari." She said softly, using one of the rarest of nicknames in the especially tender moment. She brushed her fingers through her hair and searched her eyes with her own. "You know you're all I need too, right? God, we really chose well when we found each other." She smirked a little, leaning in and gently bumping her forehead with her own. "And then found each other again."