Maris was pretty sure she was starting to show.

Her extra weight meant her perfectly tailored slacks and button ups didn't fit anymore and she was at a point where even loose clothing couldn't help her disguise the extra something around her midsection.

As tall and thin as she was, it was beginning to look like she was smuggling something under her clothes, though her students, to their credit, hadn't called her out on it.

At the moment most of her was hidden behind her desk.

"You have until lunch to finish your quiz," she reminded her students, snapping her water bottle shut before pulling her laptop over to input grades again. "If you finish early you can..."

And then she felt it, a strange fluttering sensation that didn't feel like nerves. Or hunger. It felt more like...a butterfly or a mermaid rippling inside her.

The latter was probably more apt. There was something swimming around in there.

Maris sat almost painfully still, moving her hand to where she felt the baby move, mouth falling open in almost awe before she remembered that there was someone else who needed to feel this.

And that she should probably hurry before she missed it.

"Everyone, keep working on your quizzes. I'll be right back," she said, pushing her chair away from her desk with an ear shattering squeak.

She practically ran the few feet across the hall to Rory's room, not even bothering to knock.

"Ro-" Maris cleared her throat, standing a little straighter and putting on her best teacher tone and expression when she saw twenty startled students staring at her. "Ms. Berlanti, I need to speak with you. It's urgent."

She waited until Rory was in the hall before grabbing hold of her arm and pulling her a few feet away from the door, wordlessly shoving her hand on her stomach. "He-" Then her face fell. She didn't feel anything anymore. "Fuck, I swear he-"

And then the faint rippling sensation happened again and Maris grinned, pressing Rory's hand to her stomach with a raised eyebrow as if to say see?.

The day had been a bit mundane, and Rory could not wake up fully for the life of her. She was already on her third cup of coffee, but glad that she could hide it from Maris so as not to make her wife jealous with how much she was allowed to consume. In the years to come when it was her turn to carry their second child, she'd probably insist that Maris just kiss her between sips so she could really milk both getting attention from her wife, and savoring a little extra tastes of the elixir they seemed too reliant on.

She'd been giving a lesson on Brave New World, one that she thought was overlooked as an allegory to ... well, too much of the world these days. Rory was about to lead discussion on the latest chapter when the knock at her door took her attention away.

Anytime she saw Maris was a good thing, but she couldn't help the little thrill of panic up her spine, worrying if everything was alright for Maris to be interrupting her class. Otherwise, she welcomed it.

"Go ahead and read on to the next chapter, I'll be right back." She told her class, who she didn't wait if they had any questions before she was darting over to her wife and hurrying into the hallway.

"Is everything --" But before she could get her full question out, laced with undue worry, Maris was guiding her hand to her stomach. Any worry melted away when she realized what Maris was doing, and she looked at her wife expectantly, hopefully. "Really?"

Her palm lay flat on her wife's stomach, waiting for a moment, two... and then she felt it. The roll of movement against her fingertips. "Oh!" She exclaimed, a little louder than she meant to, but the hallway was empty except for them. "Oh my god." She gasped, keeping her hand on her stomach as she felt the flutter again. "Oh my god!" She said in a hushed tone, tears sprung to her eyes, because of course they did.

PDA was not something they did in anywhere public at school, but for a brief flicker of a moment, Rory forgot everything and used her free hand to press her hand to Maris' cheek and kiss her lips. Quickly, as she sheepishly remembered herself a moment later. She looked around, seeing no one there, and laughed. Her thumb brushed over Maris' stomach, like she could reach Keats in there. "How does it feel?"

The kiss was unexpected, but more than welcome. For the first time since finding out she was pregnant, Maris felt like it really was the three of them from here on out. She wanted to kiss Rory again, but she still hadn't quite forgotten they weren't at home or even truly alone. No matter how hard it was to take her eyes off her wife's face, especially when she felt what she felt.

Rory's question was a good one. Maris wanted to word it correctly to help Rory feel like she was experiencing it too, but it was definitely a new experience. One she didn't exactly have anything to compare to.

"It's very faint," she admitted. "And... slightly terrifying, but..."

It was something. She'd been yearning for even the tiniest bit of movement for so long.

"I wasn't even doing anything. Just sitting at my desk," she explained, wanting Rory to know she didn't know what prompted it.

Which was a bummer, really. Maris wanted to know how to get the baby going again.

She smiled softly, reaching up to quickly wipe her wife's tears, as happy as she knew they were, away. "I didn't want you not to feel too."

Sometimes Rory wondered how many of the students around still had no idea the pair of them were married, despite not doing really anything to hide it. Teenagers were so in their own worlds, and she wouldn't put it past some of them to entirely miss the rumor mill. Still, being caught kissing her wife in the hallway could be a problem for many reasons. Rory just didn't care enough not to do it, and in the spur of the moment, she couldn't help but kiss her, however quickly.

This was a big moment for their family. A big moment that deserved to be savored, and one that made her heart feel all warm at the simple fact that Maris had insisted she be a part of it.

Feeling it from the outside was one thing, but Rory couldn't even imagine how it would feel on the other end. She listened intently to Maris, an adoring smile on her face.

"He must have some opinions on the time of day, or what you had for lunch." Rory offered with a wry smile.

Rory was quiet for a moment, but her gaze met her wife's with a stupidly wide grin on her face. "Thank you." The gesture from Maris hit her more strongly than she even expected. This was a first for them, for their little family. "Now the problem is I really don't want to let you two go." She said with a heavy sigh, only barely kidding.

"Or he wants lunch, period," Maris countered. Lunch was in a few minutes, which meant her students didn't exactly have much time to finish their tests, either. Not that she remembered they were still waiting for her to come back, collect their quizzes and dismiss them.

Everything that mattered most, especially at this particular moment was in their little section of the hallway.

As if on cue, the lunch bell chimed (they played a doorbell-like sound over the pa system to signal the start and end of classes, something it had taken Maris a little bit of time to get used to and Maris cursed.

"Shit," she whispered, more to herself than Rory, automatically raking a hand through her hair. "Let me go get things situated, then we can eat lunch in your room?"

Rory had the tendency to be a bit of a grazer between periods, and laughed a little that she'd completely forgotten exactly what time of day it was in her burst of excitement.

She found herself suddenly wishing they were college professors who could just cancel the remainder of their classes for the day, if only so she could spend the rest of the day uninterrupted with her wife and this whole new revelation.

The bell was a call back to reality, and for Rory's part, she sighed audibly as if it were the worst possible inconvenience - which then made her crack a smile. "Yes, of course." Rory chuckled, letting her thumb run over her wife's stomach one more time before she reluctantly pulled herself away. "If you're not there in five, I'm gonna come find you." she said with a teasing lilt of warning, but somehow managed to keep herself from kissing her again. Just barely.

Rory retreated back to her classroom as her students were packing up their things, so she reminded them of the reading assignment and of their deadline for papers next week as they all filed out into the hallway. Left alone, Rory was just buzzing with everything that had just happened. Their child was moving around in there, making himself known. It was enough to make her burst into tears all over again.

She'd made them lunch today, having looked at the school's lunch menu and seeing... next to nothing that looked appealing. One of the first things Rory had put in her space was a little mini fridge, so she pulled out two diet cokes and cracked her own open, grinning to herself as she waited for Maris to find her.

Maris was a stickler for order in her classroom. She trusted her students, knowing that high schoolers were basically adults and usually rose to the occasion, behaving as such when they realized you respected them enough not to treat them like babies.

That didn't mind she liked leaving her room unattended. Especially when a test was in the mix. She didn't trust them not to cheat. Not when she'd had to take more than a few girls aside for copy pasting from Wikipedia this year. She should have rushed back. But she moved slowly, hyper aware of every step and thus, every twinge of her body because she was hoping she'd feel more from Keats.

It seemed like he was done for the moment, something that made Maris sigh before pushing open her classroom door.

"You guys can go. Just leave your tests on my desk."

She gathered up the messy pile and gave it a few firm taps on her desk to straighten it out, then headed back to Rory's room.

"Do you have my lunch? I just realized it's not in my draw-"

Then she smiled, remembering that Rory had packed their lunches today.

"Oh, right."

Maris plopped down in the second chair they usually pulled up to Rory's desk, reaching for one of the Cokes. "I think he's done for the moment which..." She shook her head a little. "That wasn't quite how I imagined that happening but at least I got to you in time."

It really felt like a bit of a dream to be back to teaching just across the hall from one another. Even if they had been across the campus it would have been fine, but Rory doubted they'd be able to meet so quickly in the hallway, or even that Keats would have lasted the distance before he decided to stop moving again. It made absolutely no sense, but Rory felt a little swell of pride that he stuck it out and let her feel his acrobatics, too.

"Yes," Rory said with a gentle laugh, pushing the tupperware over towards her wife. Rory was doing very well (so far) at making sure to take mental notes (okay, and sometimes physical notes) of her wife's cravings and the things that might make her sick to smell, much less taste. "I'm quite proud of today's sandwiches, actually." She'd found an amazing bakery in their neighborhood and like the true Bay Area kid that she was, nearly cried when she noted they did a proper sourdough. Some fruit salad she'd made the night before was in another tupperware, and for good measure - a ziplock bag of oreos. Those could never be far.

"Thank you honey." She said sincerely, reaching for Maris and giving her wrist a squeeze. It meant the world to her that she was able to feel it, that she was connected to that moment. "That was kind of a big... first. First-first of him making himself known to us like that." She couldn't help but look ahead to other firsts. The first time he might laugh, the first time he gripped one of their fingers in tiny hands, first baths, first foods. It made Rory giddy just thinking about all that was ahead of them. "Is it silly to want to celebrate that tonight?"

"Very not silly," Maris said, popping the top of her soda. "That mini fridge was such a good idea, darling," she said after taking an appreciative sip. Especially since Rory being across the hall meant she didn't have to go and get one herself. "We have those steaks in the-" Maris wrinkled her nose a bit, thinking better of it. Celebrations called for going out or ordering in, not cooking for yourself.

And as she looked over at her wife and reflected on how close she felt to her (and their baby) at the moment, ordering in seemed like the way to go. Now that they were alone and behind a locked door the world felt truly theirs and Maris wanted to hang onto that feeling for as long as possible. Their bubble was staying closed, firmly in place and not even waiters were allowed in.

"We'll order something," she said firmly. "I'd say we'll bust out the wine, but..." She smirked, but her expression changed a little the longer she looked at her wife, her tone softening. "Come here," she murmured, patting her lap so Rory would come sit before she started tucking into her lunch.

"I thrive on a good idea now and again." Rory winked at her wife, but the idea for the mini fridge was mostly born out of their preferences of food and drink, and the lack of those often in the cafeteria. And really, it gave them more time to spend together during their breaks. And less time to get pulled into conversations with the painfully dull maths teacher. He was very nice but ... nobody should love numbers that much.

Rory caught Maris' gaze when she stopped talking, a soft smile gracing her features as she held it for a moment. She felt it too. The safety of their bubble, their little family as it was expanding. It left her a little breathless with the weight of it, and how palpably she felt protective of her wife and their child, but also just how in love she was with Maris. It was obviously always there, the strongest thing in her life, but there were moments like this one that she just paused to savor it where it made her feel as though her heart was bursting. Only Maris had ever gotten such a reaction from her, and she knew how lucky she was to have not only found her, but to have married her.

"You can have a sip, maybe." She chuckled a little, her brows raising at Maris beckoning her over. She didn't hesitate but she gently settled into her lap, sliding an arm around her wife's shoulders and venturing a gentle kiss. "Hi." She said somewhat silly of a greeting, but the one syllable word held such a weight to it, like all the thoughts in her mind wrapped themselves into how much she loved her in this quiet, intimate moment.

"Hi," Maris echoed, the word coming out as more of a purr as she pressed soft, light kisses to the curve of her wife's neck. After a brief moment of panic where she wondered if she'd locked Rory's classroom door behind her, she buried her face in her neck again, pulling her wife slightly closer.

"I wish we were home," she whispered. "This seems like a home moment with you."

No matter how much Rory (often) told herself not to get carried away with her wife, that was easier said than done most days. And now felt all the more so, what with the way Maris kissed her skin, and the overwhelming amount of feelings coursing through her. Rory's arms tightened around her neck, scooting a little bit closer as she nodded, leaning her cheek against the side of Maris' head.

"I know." She dropped her chin just enough so her lips brushed against Maris' ear, her voice low even if there was no real chance of being overheard, not when they were like this. "But when we get home, we're celebrating properly..." She let the suggestion of what that meant hang in the air for a moment before her own lips were on the move, tracing down the side of Maris' neck and nuzzling her nose under her chin before she leaned back enough to catch her eyes. Her hands came to rest on either side of Maris' neck, brushing her thumbs against the curve of her jaw.

"And, I suppose it would look pretty suspicious if we both suddenly came down with something that sent us both home for the rest of the day."

Maris let out a low chuckle at Rory's suggestion, body buzzing from her wife's kisses and close proximity. She and Rory may have joked about how some women were insatiable during pregnancy and that point was probably coming soon but Maris wasn't sure there was a difference or if there ever would be. She always wanted her and always would. Pleasure was slightly more intense, but above all else Maris found herself craving closeness in a way she, a person who wasn't always affectionate, never had.

Like the baby wanted to be close to Rory too.

Despite finally making his presence known, the baby was slipping further and further to the back of Maris' mind.

"I don't like that option either. We're married. I eat what you eat and I don't want people assuming one or both of us can't cook. I just...."

She shot her a look that filled in all the blanks.

Want you.

She tilted her head to catch Rory's lips in a hard, slow kiss with three little words whispered between it. "The door's locked..."

Not for the first time, Rory wondered how it was even possible to want her wife more than she did just about every day. There had been times when she wondered if it would wane throughout their marriage, that insatiable need for each other, the way they'd touch or look at each other and then everything else fell away. She felt the way it was charged differently now, though. It wasn't something she could even explain, but when she felt how Maris wanted to be closer to her, she gave that back in turn. She couldn't help how much she loved that closeness, and craved it just as much. Rory's hormones might not be the ones changing, but she still felt very affected my Maris, and by their child.

"I know." Rory finished Maris' thought, her voice a low hum as she felt heat pooling in her gut. She hugged her wife a little tighter, scooting herself into her lap even tighter as her thighs squeezed gently against Maris' hips.

The thrill that raced up her spine from Maris' words as just as strong as the one that the kiss earned. They had time, and with the lock on the door... A soft noise escaped her lips, an almost whimper as she crushed her mouth to Maris' waiting lips. She eagerly kissed her, her tongue immediately stroking her wife's as she pressed her body tightly against hers. "Pretty reckless..." She huffed in a gasp, but a wicked grin flashed across her lips as she kissed her again, her hands roaming over her wife's body.

"Maybe," Maris agreed against her wife's mouth. "But nothing we haven't done before." Now that she sort of had the green light, she parted Rory's lips with her tongue, letting out a little moan at finally getting the sort of kiss she'd been craving. She arched up into her wife's touch. Though not completely changed by pregnancy, Maris was a bit more needy these days. Often more eager to be touched than consumed by the need to be the one to touch her wife first. She knew Rory had noticed the shift and appreciated that she hadn't called her out on it. They both knew Maris would have denied it if she had.

She unbuttoned her wife's top just enough to get her hands (and head) inside, playing and kissing with Rory's breasts as she gripped her hips to keep her in place as she started to rock into her. The faint, slow building motion already enough to start a buzz under Maris skin. She'd always been effected by her wife strongly. Quickly too, but it was just... different these days.

"You wanna ride me?" she gasped. "One of these days you're not gonna be able to."

It was a slight exaggeration. Maris' stomach was barely noticeable yet. If anything she looked like she'd had a big dinner or a few extra pounds after the holidays. If growth continued at such a slow pace that day was pretty far off, but if today had proven anything it was that her pregnancy was progressing and for all Rory's reading there was no way of knowing what to expect.

"Come on, Rory, ride me on your desk," she coaxed, leaning up to suck on the shell of her wife's ear before whispering another option inside it. "Or eat me for lunch."

"You're right." Rory murmured into Maris' lips, a rush of heat hitting her all at once. They had done this before, several times in fact, and each time left her feeling like they'd gotten away with something scandalous. Well, they had. It was thrilling in a way that added something to their already intensely excellent sex life. And besides, Rory couldn't keep her hands to herself for a million dollars at this point.

Rory's head fell back as a soft gasp left her lips, Maris' mouth on her breasts causing a flush to fire right up her neck. "Fuck," She whispered, her skin breaking out in goosebumps from Maris kissing the exact spots she knew by now got Rory practically a whimpering mess in her lap.

She couldn't help the soft laugh at Maris' suggestion she might not be able to ride her for very long. "You know where there's a will, there's a way." She grinned, hooking her fingers under Maris' chin and gazing at her for an extra moment. "That just means you get to ride me all you want, and I can't argue." She punctuated her comment with a deep kiss, her tongue immediately finding her wife's.

The way Maris spoke alone had Rory fired up, breathless and anxious to have her. She lowered her lips to the curve of Maris' neck, brushing them just gently over her skin, before she let her teeth nip at the sensitive skin there, a little harder than a quick one. "I'm starving in fact." She managed to get out before she reluctantly stood up on jelly legs.

Rory reached for her wife, pulling her up and guiding her over to her desk. It was a solid piece, much nicer than any of the standard issue they had in America. Rory shoved a stack of books aside, a couple of the top ones falling unceremoniously onto the floor. She didn't care, but she laughed as she made quick work to get Maris' pants undone. Leaning in, she murmured a sound into her lips as she kissed her again and pulled her pants down past her knees.

"Look at you, damaging school property," Maris teased with a soft tutting sound. It was their joke. The headmistress was a real stickler for keeping things in pristine condition. They didn't need the lecture, but their students could be clumsy or downright destructive. Not that their boss seemed to understand that what the kids did with materials was largely out of their control. Especially when they took them outside of the classroom.

Maris barely had time to settle in on her new perch before Rory was pulling at her clothes, a faint smile playing on her lips conveying that was precisely how she liked it.

Her underwear came down with her slacks, which meant Rory could immediately see just how slick her wife was. They often joked that they were always ready for each other, but this was another slightly new development.

Maris was more aroused these days, though she did her best to downplay it, particularly during the week when they had a million other things to do. She made now effort to downplay it now, scooting a bit closer to the edge of the desk before spreading her legs for her wife and striking a bit of a pose so she could enjoy the view she often imagined in reverse.

Something about fucking a lover on your desk was the ultimate power move, a fun fantasy she often visit when the work day ticked by with painful slowness because she was stuck waiting on students to finish with one assignment or another.

"On your knees, Ms. Berlanti," she coaxed softly.

Then she kissed her again, slow and hard because she knew it'd be a while before she got another. On her mouth, anyway.

"And I don't even feel bad about it." Rory murmured back, a wicked smirk on her face as she set to task exactly what they were after. If she ended up having to straighten out a crease in a book cover or even buy a new one to appease the headmistress, that would be worth it. Anything in their way at this point was a casualty of their insatiable need for one another.

They only had a limited amount of time, and Rory wanted to be sure they got the most out of their lunch break. She was never one to leave her wife wanting.

Rory did however, take a moment to fully drink in the sight of her wife on her desk, naked from the waist down and wet for her. She whined a little whimper of desire, committing this image to memory that she'd pull up... a lot.

She'd noticed just how easily Maris was aroused these days, and while she logically knew it had plenty to do with her pregnancy, Rory couldn't help the way it struck her with a certain sense of pride every time. She wanted to savor this moment, but she was impatient - and they had limited time.

As she leaned in for another kiss, the words her wife said sent a bolt of throbbing heat right between her thighs. She whined a little sound against her lips, her tongue swiping pointedly over hers before she pulled back, a smirk on her lips. "You're the boss."

Rory didn't break eye contact once as she followed her wife's direction. She let her knees drop to the floor, her hands sliding underneath Maris' calves and glide up under her knees, pulling her towards her a little more as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to the inside of Maris' knee. Then another to her thigh, then letting her teeth nip at that same soft skin there.

Unchecked lust coursed through every inch of her body as she finally dragged her tongue over Maris' pussy, humming softly at the taste hitting her tongue. She began to lap slowly but with the exact pressure she knew her wife loved most.

Maris' smirk mirrored Rory's as her wife sank down to her knees. Her newfound neediness worried her a bit, so a bit of confirmation that she was still the boss and had the control she craved (even if she was about to be at the mercy of her wife's tongue) went a long way to soothe her.

Maris had an excellent poker face. She was good at hiding her emotion. She was good at keeping quiet when it came to public sex, particularly with Rory because they'd always taken risks at work, during what was essentially their affair and even now, but she couldn't suppress a soft sigh as Rory fell into that familiar, perfect rhythm, her head falling back, then slowly inching forward as she decided to look down and watch her wife at work. She slid a hand down to stroke her hair once she started to rock her hips in time.

"Fuck..." she hissed. "I'd say hurry so you get a turn but... you know just how I like it, don't you, darling?"

Perhaps even more (or at least on par) than knowing what her wife liked sexually, Rory knew her wife enough to know what little ego boosts like reminding her that she was in charge (somewhat) would do to her. Rory might have been being a little cheeky, but her reward was evident the second her tongue touched her wife's pussy.

Rory fell into an easy rhythm, a soft moan vibrating against Maris as she lapped eagerly at her sex. She alternated to suck on her clit, enjoying the way she throbbed against her tongue. The taste of her wife always sent a thrill of heat through her, the act of pleasing her wife turning her on all the more, every time. Her fingers dug into Maris' thighs as she began to fuck her with her tongue, only pulling back to utter a quick shh with a little laugh.

But there was a grin on her face, wet from her wife's arousal before she moved back to where she had been. She lapped her tongue against her, moving quicker, moaning softly and letting the sound drown into her wet skin. She nodded only slightly, letting her actions and moan speak for itself as she didn't dare pull back to answer in the affirmative. She knew exactly what Maris liked, and wasn't going to stop until her wife came on her tongue.

Sex felt more intense now, which meant even Maris' poker face and practiced stoicism couldn't hold up for long. She whimpered, albeit softly as her wife did everything right, hastily gripping the edge of the table with one hand as Rory's tongue slid inside her.

That earned a soft cry, but Maris quickly bit down on her lower lip and righted herself again, eyes dark as she watched her wife come up for air. The sight of Rory's mouth slick with arousal only made her pussy pulse harder, but it wasn't long before she was coming against her mouth in earnest, hand sliding down to grip the back of her wife's neck, holding her in place so she could lap up every drop. Just as she was starting to pull her up so they could share the taste, Maris felt a faint rippling in her stomach that wasn't an aftershock. She gasped all the same, staying very still before she hastily grabbed Rory's hand and slid it under her shirt.

"He's moving again," she hissed, slightly relieved the baby hadn't been active during the thick of things. She wasn't sure how she was going unpack that in the midst of their changing sex life just yet.

She slid her own hand just to the side of Rory's so she could get a feel too, lips twitching a little. "Can feel it better now that it's not through clothes."

Watching her wife come undone was forever one of Rory's favorite things, particularly when it was her doing that made it happen. It struck her with a sense of pride, a real thrill when Maris gave up her control to her. After all this time, it was still a thrill because even Rory still felt the thrill of giving into her wife when their positions were reversed.

Hearing her wife's sounds only made her fuck her more fervently, her tongue flicking and thrusting into her as deeply as it could go, determined to make it extremely hard for Maris to keep quiet. Even if she didn't quite feel like getting fired today. The moment she felt Maris come against her tongue, it was Rory's turn to moan, a deep and guttural sound that drowned against Maris' slick skin as she lapped at her pussy in earnest. She wanted Maris to feel every single ounce of pleasure as she came down, but as she was urged up to kiss her wife, a dumbly big grin played across her lips. Rory gripped Maris' hips tightly as she leaned into her, kissing her deeply, her breath ragged in between kisses.

She'd almost missed the cues, until Maris was moving her hand over her stomach. "Oh!" Rory exclaimed with a somehow even bigger grin, the wonder on her face a complete shift from the look that had just been there seconds ago. "Oh he's really moving." She grinned, letting her palm rest flat against her stomach. She could feel it better, him. Their baby. "Hi buddy."

Though she didn't want to leave the intimacy of kissing her wife, the privacy her classroom allotted them gave her the moment to bow to press a kiss to her stomach, gentle and quick as it was. "God I don't know how you do it." Not one to really lay it on thick, Rory gazed at her wife but couldn't help but marvel at her. "You're more beautiful every day." She kissed her again, making a little noise against her lips. "It's so distracting."

Maris had been kissed thousands of times, especially by her wife, but she'd never had a kiss quite like the one they shared with their hands on her stomach. She felt a sense of wholeness, calm contentment that had never sunk quite so deeply into her bones before. She felt complete. Enveloped by the love of her family. She found herself wishing they were home again, knowing that if they were that kiss would have been the catalyst for an afternoon spent making love and pausing every time the baby made his presence known again.

She was pretty sure she'd never been more at peace in her entire life. So the kiss kept lingering, Rory's compliment more than appreciated and felt even with increasingly achey bones and a longer struggle to get up and out of bed in the morning, a severe lack of coffee really not helping matters. She wanted to kiss Rory for as long as she could, especially like this. Whenever they parted for air, Maris' eyes were darker than usual, but they were also soft, her hand occasionally moving back over to rest on top of, then press down on Rory's hand as if to say don't you even think about moving.

"I think he likes when we're close," she murmured, playfully nudging her wife's lower lip with her tongue.

Rory felt it too. It was a feeling she wasn't sure how to articulate, but one that she knew neither of them needed to. That kiss felt like it could go on forever, and said so many things that there hadn't even been words invented for. She felt warm all over, the way it spread through her fingertips and toes in almost a dizzying way. This moment, this family was theirs, and it was a feeling she looked forward to having again and again.

She couldn't even imagine married couples (particularly those with men in the mix, to be honest) who would somehow get discomfort from the idea that a third party, a child, would steal away attention. Rory felt the opposite. She knew that when the baby came, he would be hard work, and there would be a lot of sleepless nights, but she was ready. She already felt overwhelmed by how much her love for her wife had grown when she already thought it couldn't possibly get any bigger than it was. She knew it was only going to get more intense.

Rory kissed her again, a churning of desire in her core as she caught that mirrored look in Maris' eyes. Rory slid her free hand around her wife, hugging herself a little closer as she nodded so that her nose brushed against her wife's. "Oh he and I have that in common." She grinned, but let out a soft almost moan as her tongue darted over her own lips to greet Maris'.

Perhaps mercifully, the baby quieted down again, but Maris kept their hands where they were as she deepened the kiss.

They only got a half hour for lunch. Maris always thought it flew by when she was eating alone, but it seemed to go even faster when she was spending it with Rory. Maris had even less time if she wanted to get back to her classroom before her kids did, but she didn't care, seemingly on autopilot as she started to unbutton her wife's slacks.

Rory was warm and ready even as Maris' palm grazed her underwear, earning her wife a soft sound of approval and encouragement.

"We have time," she murmured against their mouths. They didn't. But she wasn't going to let this feeling die. Or leave the room before her wife was satisfied.

In hopes of shaving off a few seconds and making it easier for her wife to get dressed again, Maris only pushed down Rory's pants as much as she needed to, but she had to admit a hasty, almost fully clothed fuck had its own appeal. She nipped at her wife's lower lip as her hand slipped in her pants and started to rub her. With time in short supply, she probably should have gone quicker, but she wanted to give Rory a chance to enjoy herself the way she'd been able to, never once breaking eye contact with her wife.

Their time was running short, and they both knew it. The fact that they'd been able to get away with as much as they had already was a bit of a miracle. But Rory wasn't moving, and easily made to believe that they had all the time in the world.

Her wife assuring her of that they had time was all Rory needed. Her whole body felt aflame with desire, thrumming through her veins from the whole of their lunchbreak. She loved making her wife come, the whole experience felt like worship every time, and today even in their haste was no different.

Rory leaned into her wife's touch, one hand sliding to her hip and holding Maris like an anchor. She spread her legs just enough to give Maris better access, the hurried nature of her not even the slightest bit undressed only added to the feeling.

"Oh god, yes." She murmured against her wife's lips, her hips rocking just barely into Maris' hand on instinct. She kissed her, breathless as she was. "I'm always so wet for you." Rory half whined, her voice hushed as though it were a secret. Even knowing they didn't have time, Rory leaned into her wife as though they had hours, her lips just ghosting against hers as she kept her gaze. "Fuck me." She demanded, a little growly, her need for her wife spilling over as she rocked into her hand.

"I know and I fucking love it," Maris whispered back. They didn't have much time for chit chat, either, but she didn't care. Rory deserved to be pleased. Maris deserved to have fun while pleasing her.

She wanted to revel in the feeling of her slick warmth against her hand, but they both knew they didn't have the time and that her wife was more than ready. She purred as she started to rub her, looking coy when Rory made her request but granted it almost immediately. She rubbed her slow, but hard, using her entire palm as she caught her lips in a hasty kiss to muffle any noise she was about to make, letting out a little purr of her own at just how wet her wife was.

Rory hummed a sound that was almost a laugh against her wife's lips, nodding a little as she just entirely gave herself over to the way her wife fucked her. They didn't have time for her to play coy or even be stubborn. The time was short and the way her wife knew exactly what would get her there sent another shiver up her spine.

"There." She whimpered, her hand flying up to grip the back of Maris' neck and serve as an anchor to hold her upright. Her body began to shake, her cheeks flushed and breathing ragged as she kept eye contact as long as she could. "Oh fuck," Rory breathed out before crushing her mouth against her wife's, kissing her deeply as her tongue found hers in some attempt to stifle the moan that came from deep in her throat. She rocked into Maris' hand harder, chasing after the telltale signs that she was nearly there. She managed to stifle another moan with a breathless kiss as she came against her wife's hand, her whole body shaking as she clutched onto her for the life of her.

Maris kept her pace and her grip steady, making sure Rory stayed upright through her orgasm. Even if she knew the way she rapidly rubbed her clit through the last few aftershocks was a surefire way to make her wife weak in the knees. Their kisses turned languid, the kind reserved for slow fucks and lazy saturday mornings. Maris didn't even pull away as she heard the first few chimes of their school's bell system (that had always reminded her of her grandfather's musical doorbell rather than something to be used in school).

The kiss broke slowly and Maris took her hand away from her wife's pussy at the same languid pace.

"You're getting the strap tonight," she murmured as she pulled up Rory's pants for her. "I like you loud."

She gave Rory an almost pout as if to say their quiet, hasty fuck, while undeniably satisfying in it's own way, hadn't cut it.

Even if it really had.

She smirked a little, making sure her own clothes were laying right before snatching her barely sipped soda (although she had no idea how it hadn't been spilled in the midst of everything), now fairly warm, off Rory's desk.

"Have a good day darling," she said coyly, making her way out the door, but not before she was stopped by a student she actually liked, the picture of professionalism once more. "Oh hey, Victoria! You're over your laryngitis? I had that once, it's not fun. I have all your work for you next period. Alright. No, you didn't miss a test, I figured everyone needed more of a review. Okay, we'll talk about things then. I need to get back to class and I wouldn't want to hog Ms. Berlanti's time."

It was borderline comical that no one had figured out Rory & Maris were married, let alone to each other. Maris had a feeling no one had even put together that they were a couple. Friends, maybe. But she suspected most people thought that was where it ended.

Since asking the students if they were interested in some sort of organization for queer students (which she fully planned on running with her wife) Maris assumed they assumed she wasn't straight. Hell, she assumed most people had her pegged as a lesbian when they met her, student or otherwise.

When she first met Jenna, she'd asked her why she'd immediately asked her out once that awkward rejection was over and they'd settled into friendship. There was a sort of hesitant dance that happened between queer women, one that helped them figure out whether the other half was actually into women, let alone interested. Jenna had replied that Maris "oozed power dyke energy". She'd laughed at the time, but it had always been true.

It was getting harder and harder to hide her pregnancy and Maris knew her students were bound to wonder who she was raising her baby with once it was confirmed when she announced she was going on leave. Her relationship with Rory wouldn't stay secret for much longer and while it meant she and Rory would probably ask for new plaques with their hyphenated last names on their classroom doors, Maris felt a little bummed that their little game of keeping their relationship under wraps would soon be over.

Maris knew her too well - which was a given. But as she leaned into her wife for some sense of stability, her fingers dug into her shoulder as another violent shudder went through her and nearly made her buckle. "I love you." She murmured into her lips before words were obsolete to the way they kissed each other.

The chimes were an unwelcome interruption, a groan of protest making her feel petulant but she was in the moment.

"Oh. Don't you threaten me with a good time." Rory smirked, as though the mere suggestion of her wife fucking her with the strap hadn't sent a spike of heat directly to her core. "We'll piss off even the far neighbors tonight." Rory countered with a wicked grin, kissing her wife one more time before she began to right her clothes.

Rory laughed at Maris' coy remark, and couldn't help but deliver a viper-quick swat to her ass as she got up from the desk. Her cheeks were still flushed as she glanced up to watch her go before she picked up the books that had fallen to the floor and her stapler which apparently had in the midst of everything as well.

She raked her hand through her hair as she glanced over to Maris and Victoria's exchange, a barely skewed smile on her face as she watched them interact. Rory had the same thought, that it was crazy nobody had put together their relationship just yet. She supposed that they were really good at keeping their relationship private, and they had years of practice.

As much as Rory loved being private, and even the secret kept from a majority of school, there was also a level of excitement to think about that reveal and how it would really be on their terms. She could imagine the way the girls would start to chatter away about the signs they'd missed, and the inevitable ones who would boast they'd known all along.

The rest of the day had gone by at an excruciating pace, where usually she hung back after the final bell, but she packed up in record time and made her way across the hall just as Maris' last student left, a bit of a book worm named Gladys. "See you Monday, Ms. Berlanti." She smiled and pushed her glasses up before taking off down the hallway. Rory smiled and opened Maris' door, leaning her shoulder on the door frame as she kept it open with the toe of her shoe as she caught sight of her wife. "I believe it's time I get you home, Missus."