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Post by stiles on Sept 30, 2022 14:09:18 GMT -5
Stiles has been looking forward to tonight for… well, longer than he’d admit to anyone other than Malia. Or at least, he had been forward to tonight until it’s suddenly tonight.
Sex has always played an important role in their relationship. At times - like when they were on the verge of breaking up back in high school - it might’ve played more of a role than it should’ve, but it had always been that way for them. It made sense, always, that Malia would feel the most at home in her body whenever she was doing something physical. And when she struggled to navigate all of the complexities of human relationships, it only made sense that the easiest thing for her to figure out would be the thing that truly was the most animalistic. And now, they had gone six whole weeks without sex.
In some ways, he found himself grateful for the past six weeks. At first, they had both been overwhelmed by everything Ava brought into their lives. Overnight, their world was turned upside down from that tiny newborn, and it was hard to find which way was up. Malia was adjusting to nursing, he was navigating some of the worst anxiety of his life, and they were both functioning on next to no sleep. And then, when they finally found their bearings, there was suddenly this new level of intimacy to their relationship. He had watched her bring their daughter into the world, and then he had fallen in love with her in a way he hadn’t even known was possible watching her become a mother. She had been such a natural from that very first moment, like this was the role she had been born to play. He loved watching her nurse the baby or sing her to sleep when she thought he was busy in the other room. Suddenly, everything they did together felt intimate, even if it was just handing off the baby or volunteering his hand to help Ava latch.
And now, they had reached that deadline set six weeks ago. He had left an hour early to pick her up for that final appointment with Nat where the midwife had given them the all clear. He had bought condoms two weeks ago in anticipation (which was a good thing, considering the fact that he had learned the hard way that Malia could get pregnant again this soon while nursing.) To put it simply, they were finally ready to resume their previously very active sex life.
And suddenly, he didn’t think he was.
It’s an anxious feeling that’s grown ever since they got home. It was easier to ignore when he was making dinner, but it was a little more obvious when they settled in the living room for tummy time after dinner. His chest felt tight by the time Malia started Ava’s bedtime routine with a bath, and he found himself reaching for a second beer by the time she settled into the rocker to nurse the baby. It’s probably not a great sign that he’s opening his third now as he finishes putting Ava’s toys away for the night and does one last sweep of the kitchen. But that nervous, excited, anxious feeling has taken up residence now, and there’s no ignoring it.
The beer will help, he decides as he runs a hand over his face. He just needs a little more time to let it work. And for all he knows, this same anxious feeling has taken root inside Malia (though even without being able to see her, he doubts that’s true of his cool, no-nonsense girlfriend). He hears her murmuring softly to the baby as he walks past the nursery and to their room instead. Malia’s bath habit had started while she was pregnant, but seemed to be a permanent part of her life now, especially nights when Ava’s crying left her soaked in breast milk. And he’s done this enough times for her now to know what temperature she likes the water to be, what oils she likes added to the water, even the candle that she said smells like him (He doesn’t get it.) that she now keeps beside the tub. He gets everything ready for her and turns down the canned lighting before heading back out of the nursery, beer bottle in hand.
Stiles stops in the doorway of the nursery when he gets there, trying to gauge the situation. Malia looks up with a soft smile, and Ava throws an arm up in a startled way, the way she always does when she’s just barely asleep. “Is she out?” he asks as he leans against the doorframe, and Malia lets him know that she’s almost there. He sets his beer down on her dresser, briefly considering that it’s probably not the best place for it, before he crosses the room. “I can take her,” he tells her, holding out his arms as he nods towards their room. “There’s a bath waiting for you.”
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Post by malia on Oct 1, 2022 22:09:26 GMT -5
Nursing is usually a completely peaceful and almost cathartic time for Malia. It’s just her and Ava, as close as they can be, quiet. The baby usually rests her hand on her breast and sometimes Malia sings to her, but however they go, these are usually the most peaceful moments of her days. But today is different. Today, her heart is already racing in anticipation of what the night will bring. She liked sex. She liked sex with Stiles. It was the one way she felt she could really show him how she felt, and it felt good. And she had missed it. A lot. So she’d been waiting for this day for a long time.
Ava must be able to sense her excitement because she’s restless as she nurses. It takes a little while, but her exhaustion over takes her restlessness and after she’s switched to her second breast, the baby begins to calm down, her eyes drifting shut as she continues to drink. Malia smiles when she looks up and sees Stiles leaning against the doorway. Ava seems to sense his presence too because she throws her arm up, her body tensing when she hears the whisper of his voice. She nods in response to his question. “Almost,” she whispers. She notices the beer, but it doesn’t shock her. She’s been smelling his anxiety since they’d left her visit with Nat. She doesn’t understand it, not really, but she doesn’t ask as he comes over to take the baby from her. She pulls Ava way from her breast with a smack, kissing her cheek before handing her to Stiles.
She smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips after he tells her he’s run her a bath. She loved him so much.
She leaves him alone with the baby, making her way to the bedroom and stripping all the way to the bathroom. She leaves a trail of her clothes behind her, making a note to pick them up when she was done. She was really trying to be more thoughtful of the fact that Stiles didn’t like messes like that, and she thinks she’s learning. She sighs with contentment as she settles herself into the warm water. It feels so good. But it’s not what she wants, not tonight. She’s quick as she washes the dried milk from her body and hair, constantly covered in the liquid now that she’s nursing, eager to get out of the tub and into his arms. But he doesn’t return nearly as quickly as she’d have liked.
So, she decides she might as well get herself a little ready for him. She lets her legs fall apart, moving her fingers between them and beginning to touch herself. She moans softly, thinking about his fingers touching her instead. Thinking about him being inside of her again finally. She pulls her hand away when’s he hears him come into the bathroom, resting against the doorframe and watching her.
“Is she sleeping?” She asks him slightly breathlessly.
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Post by stiles on Oct 2, 2022 15:21:27 GMT -5
The baby whimpers when Malia moves her to Stiles’s arms, and it’s a welcome distraction for him as he begins to coo softly. He settles into the chair Malia just vacated, completely focused on their daughter for the time being. Ava is a tiny ball against his chest, her tiny hand curled into the fabric of his shirt. It’s his favorite time of day with her, at least right now when she still isn’t fully capable of interacting with them. There’s something about having her there in his arms, so soft and warm, as she finally drifts off to sleep.
And he loves this part of their nightly routine so much, it takes him longer than it should to realize he is not the person for this job tonight. The baby settles down at first, but then she becomes restless. She tosses and turns in his arms, seeming to startle herself awake every time she finally seems like she’s asleep. It’s the problem of having an infant who’s a borderline empath, or at least aware of the way his scent changes when his emotions get the best of him. Tonight, it’s his anxious energy that keeps her from being able to settle, and then mounts the more time passes without the baby finally drifting off to sleep. Rocking doesn’t seem to settle her enough, neither does patting her bottom in the way that she’s liked since she was born. Instead, it takes walking her around the nursery and rocking her and patting her bottom before she’s finally out.
He freezes for a minute once she’s out, unsure what to do with her. Since they brought her home, she’s slept in the basinet right beside Malia’s side of the bed. (Stiles was honestly surprised when Scott informed them that this is where she’d sleep for her whole first year of life.) But tonight, he freezes. Because what if she wakes up? What if she lays there silently, the way she does now sometimes when she’s awake but content? What if she’s just… watching them?
He tries to push that thought from his mind as he commits to safe sleep over his own comfort, walking slowly down the hall to their room and laying her down as gently as possible. As soon as Ava is in her basinet, still fast asleep, Stiles feels his stomach flip again. Because now the baby is down, and there’s one more item crossed off on the checklist of tasks to complete before it’s just the two of them. In bed. Alone.
It’s not that he doesn’t want Malia. If he had worried that was the case, it’s clear it’s not as soon as he moves to the bathroom. He can hear her breathless gasps before he can see her. There’s a single moment before she opens her eyes, when her head is pressed back against the tub, her mouth is open in a gasp, her hand is a blur beneath the surface of the water. His own face flushes in response, very aware of what she’s doing, and he can feel himself already become aroused. Because he wants her - desperately. He’s wanted her for six weeks now. But tonight carries a certain weight with it, a need for it to be perfect that he’s not entirely sure of how to put into words. Instead, he’s let it paralyze him.
Now, he stays there in the doorway, unable to look away from her. Her voice is still breathless when she asks her question, and it takes him a second longer than it should to respond. “Uh, yeah, she is,” he says, still unable to stop staring. Part of him waits for her to resume what she was doing, but instead, she just holds his gaze. Almost like she’s waiting for him to make the next move. And… he can’t. Not until he’s sure their on the exact same page.
So he moves into the room, brushing his teeth before he undresses down to his boxers. He can feel her eyes on him the entire time, but he doesn’t acknowledge her again until he’s done. He moves closer to the tub then, leaning down to rest his hand on the back of her neck. When he leans in, he kisses her slow and soft, letting her tug gently at his bottom lip when he eventually pulls away. “Take your time,” he tells her, his own voice just slightly husky with his desire. And then he leaves her to finish her bath as he checks on Ava once more before climbing into bed.
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Post by malia on Oct 4, 2022 14:49:31 GMT -5
She’s not really sure what she’d expected. Maybe she’d just thought he would immediately join her in the tub, that they would love and bask in the warm water until it got chilled and then go to bed and make love again. Maybe she thought he’d help her out, kiss her wet, naked body, and fuck her right there against the wall. Or maybe she thought it would be innocent, and sweet, like the first time they were together. That he’d take her to bed, slowly love her the way she’d so desperately been longing for over the past 6 weeks.
But none of those things happen. In fact, she’s not even really sure what happens.
She watches him expectantly, so eager for his touch, to feel desired by. him again. And instead of coming to her, he nods in response, looking at her like a deer caught in headlights before he just…brushes his teeth. He brushes his teeth, takes his clothes off but leaves his underwear on. Her breath catches in her throat as he finally makes his way back toward the tub. This was the moment. He leans in and kisses her, soft and sweet and warm and she nips at his lip searching for me. But there is no more.
He just walks away.
She feels confused, and kind of hurt. Maybe he didn’t want her anymore, not like he did before. Her body had changed. Her breasts were always leaky. She had only just recently stopped bleeding. She hadn’t been able to entirely get rid of the small pooch on her belly where Ava used to be. And she has stretch marks in places that she never did before. She doesn’t know what to do. So she just, gets out of the bath. She dries herself off, makes her way into the bedroom and pulls on an old t-shirt, and brushes her own teeth.
He’s already in bed by the time she’s finished, his hands tossed behind his head lazily, just watching her as she finishes what she’s doing. She can sense anxiety coming from him, but she doesn’t know what it’s about. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know how to tell her how he really feels. She meets his gaze, but only briefly, before she moves to her side of the bed where the baby is sleeping soundly. She rests her hand on Ava’s chest out of habit, feeling her heartbeat and her steady regular breathing. She was so sweet when she slept, cheeks flushed, occasionally making that sucking motion with her little mouth as though she’s dreaming about food. Malia loved her so much.
But she loved Stiles too, and right now she didn’t know what he wanted, if he wanted anything at all. She she just wordlessly climbs into bed with him, pulling the covers up around her and settling her head back on the pillow in almost a mirror image of him.
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Post by stiles on Oct 4, 2022 21:47:30 GMT -5
It’s quiet in their room once he climbs into bed. Too quiet. The goal was to seek refuge here. To not have that image of her flushed cheeks and her hand disappearing between her legs seared into his brain. And the buzz from the three beers was supposed to take this edge off, so he couldn’t feel his heart racing in his chest once he left the bathroom. Instead, his buzz has his brain moving too slow, still stuck on that breathless gasp he had heard seconds before his eyes landed on her there in the tub. Without making a conscious decision to, he strains his ear, trying to hear her in the other room. He waits to hear that breathless gasp again, a tiny moan. That hitch in her breathing as the water splashes when she loses her footing, lost to her own desire. But instead, he hears the much more definitive splash of her body leaving the water, followed by the sound of her feet hitting the tile floor. And his heart picks up its pace once again.
Stiles shifts in bed uncomfortably as Malia moves around the bathroom. He doesn’t know why he feels so lost, but he feels so fucking lost. It should’ve been second nature to stand there in the doorway and watch her, silently urging her to keep going while he eventually palmed himself through his jeans. Or it should’ve been just as easy to join her in the tub. Yes, sex in the tub was completely illogical, unsafe, and a real mess, but it could’ve served as the intimate kind of foreplay they needed tonight. But instead, she had stopped when he reached the doorway, and he didn’t know if that was just to ask the question, or if it was because she didn’t want the audience. It’s her body that’s changed since the last time they were together, and he’s not sure what that means. He doesn’t know if she feels comfortable being with him yet, and he doesn’t know how to ask that question without making her feel like he wants that. And he doesn’t know how to say that without making it sound like he doesn’t want that.
Really, all he wants is to be with her. For it to feel good for her, and for it to feel good for him. And honestly, to have this first time behind them to a certain extent, just so that he doesn’t have to stare his anxiety in the face any longer. But he can’t find any of the right words.
In the end, it’s probably the alcohol that makes the decision for him. She’s naked when she first enters the room, and his heart palpitates in response, but then she pulls on an old shirt before laying down beside him. She props herself up on her elbow as her wet hair spills down around her hand, but she doesn’t close the distance between them. And she doesn’t say a word.
“That was fast,” he says, filling that silence as he turns his head to look over at her, arms still folded behind his head. He smirks at her as he adds, “And surprisingly quiet.” She stares back at him, her brow slightly furrowed, and his slightly drunken smirk only grows. “Or are we not supposed to talk about your… alone time?”
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Post by malia on Oct 5, 2022 22:08:10 GMT -5
She meets his gaze with a puzzled expression. What did he mean exactly? She’s gotten so much better about figuring out human sayings or phrases that she’d missed out on when she was living in the woods for all those years, but she’s not following what he means right now. They talked about her time alone in the bath…sometimes. But what was there to really talk about? “What about it?” She finally asks. Maybe she was missing something.
Honestly, she’s frustrated by this entire situation. She doesn’t know what he’s thinking. She can tell he’s been drinking. She can smell it on him, see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. There ever so slight slur is all she needs to tip her off, even if she didn’t have extra sensitive senses.
She doesn’t know what to think. She didn’t think it would be like this.
And she’s tired of trying to guess.
So she climbs on top of him, settling her center right against his cock as she leans down and presses her lips to his. But he stiffens underneath her, his breath catching in his throat. He doesn’t get hard, not really, even as she shifts her hips against him. She furrows her brow, resting her hand against his cheek, stroking it with her fingers. She stares deep into his eyes, trying to read him in a way that she can’t seem to. She may be able to do a lot of things, but reading minds isn’t one of them. All she can do is smell is anxiety and alcohol.
“You don’t want me anymore?” She asks him thoughtfully, an ache forming deep inside her chest as she watches his eyes, letting the question hangin between them.
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Post by stiles on Oct 7, 2022 17:42:21 GMT -5
The truth is, he had been disappointed when he hadn’t been able to hear her still from the next room. He’s nervous and anxious and, yeah, a little inebriated, but none of that is enough to make him not feel incredibly turned on knowing that she had been touching herself like that. And maybe, just maybe listening to her breathless gasps and her soft, stifled moans would’ve been enough to cure him of this intense anxiety. Or at least, that’s the lie he tells himself. If it were that simple, he wouldn’t have reached for that third beer. But now, it’s easier to convince himself that if she had finished, he would be ready for her now. In reality, he just should’ve started the conversation with her. If part of his issue was not knowing what she wanted, he just should’ve asked.
But he didn’t.
And now, it’s too late.
Her confusion is adorable enough to make him laugh, but his laughter is cut short when she’s suddenly straddling his lap. It should be relieving to so clearly be able to tell exactly what she wants, but instead, his chest grows tighter at the realization that they’re going to be attempting to navigate this new season of their relationship tonight. She’s not wearing anything beneath his old t-shirt, and he can feel her warmth even through his boxers when she settles on top of him. His hands move instinctively to her hips, but the rest of his body tenses as she rocks her hips, rubbing herself against his cock. He manages to kiss her back with the same gentle passion he had back in the bathroom, but other than that, his body can’t manage to respond. He’s too tense. Too anxious.. Too in his own head to let his body just take over.
When she pulls away, he holds her gaze as he desperately tries to find the right words. But the three beers have slowed both his brain and his tongue, so it’s her heartbroken voice that fills the silence first. “No,” he says immediately, his eyes wide as he shakes his head. “No, Mal. Of course not.”
It’s as far as he gets before his brain needs a second to catch up. Malia’s expression hasn’t changed, and as she worries her bottom lip, he finds himself growing increasingly terrified that she might cry. And then, he’ll surely have ruined this evening. He takes one of her hands where it rests on his chest, lacing his fingers through his so their palms are pressed together. “I want you, Malia,” he tells her as sincerely as he possibly can. “I want you more than you. I just - This is -” He sighs as he cuts himself off a second time, running his free hand through his hair. He takes his time to find the right words, knowing that he’s walking on thin ice right now. “As much as I want you right now, I don’t want you to feel like we have to. And I don’t want to hurt you.” He runs his hand through his hair a second time before sighing again. “This just feels like a big deal, and I just want it to be… good. For both of us.”
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Post by malia on Oct 9, 2022 22:25:44 GMT -5
She can’t help the way she chews on her bottom lip, taking it between her teeth and biting hard enough to taste blood in her mouth after she does. Normally, after what she’d just done, he would have been very hard, hard enough to go ahead and fuck her. But….he wasn’t. She couldn’t feel anything. Her heart feels like it’s breaking. Maybe he didn’t want her anymore? Maybe, now that she’d had a baby, he would want to go find a woman whose body was still unmarred by the strain of childbirth.
But before she can think about it anymore, he’s locking his fingers through hers, pulling them close to his heart. She can feel it beating, fast, but not because of lust. It’s anxiety that has a grip on him now, and all of the sudden all she wants to do is make it better. And when he starts talking, she wants that even more. Oh, why did he have to think so much? About everything? She smiles softly, moving her fingers to his cheek and tracing the lines of his face as he speaks to her, letting her hand run into his hair as she listens.
“I don’t feel like I have to,” she assures him. “And you’re not going to hurt me.” She had pushed Ava out, there was nothing he could do that would possible hurt her. “I want you Stiles,” she tells him softly, leaning in to steal another kiss. The lights in the room are dim, and she takes a chance, reaching for the hem of the t-shirt she’s wearing and pulling it off.
“I promise, I’ll make it good for you,” She wonders briefly, if that had been times in the past when he hadn’t been satisfied with her in bed. What would have ever given him this concern that it would be good for him now? She’d never wanted more, had he? She pushes the thoughts from her mind, she doesn’t have a choice. Self doubt was an unfamiliar emotion to her, a characteristically human emotion, and one that she wasn’t fond of in the least.
She reaches for his hands, lifting them to her exposed breasts. They’re full now, different, but he’s seen them. Her nipples dark from feeding Ava, some stretch marks, but they were still her breasts and he used to like them. She holds his hands there, forcing him to stay where he is. She never takes her eyes off of him as she moves her hands from his, resting them against his chest. He doesn’t pull his away, but she still doesn’t feel him getting aroused.
“I want you, can’t you feel that? But if you’re not ready…it’s okay.”
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Post by stiles on Oct 10, 2022 13:38:00 GMT -5
Her smile is reassuring. At least she’s not about to burst into tears, tears that he’d be fully responsible for. Her fingers are soft and gentle, and her voice holds a note of patience Stiles isn’t sure he knew before now she’s capable of. But her hips sink further into his lap when she moves, and still… nothing. His dick lays limp in his boxers. It’s happened before. A few times when his anxiety meds have switched. Once when he got blackout drunk at a party after his first serious fight with Lydia. But this time, it’s just him. Stuck in his own head.
Malia tells him that she promises it’ll be good, and Stiles sighs, running his hand over his face again. He wants to tell her that that’s not what he meant at all, that that burden doesn’t fall on her shoulders - how could it when it’s sitting squarely in the middle of his chest, pinning him down? But before he has the chance, she’s reaching for the hem of her shirt and tossing it to her empty side of the bed, and his slightly drunk brain forgets everything he wanted to say.
He lets her guide his hands to her breasts, cupping them gently as his thumbs rub soft circles over her already hard nipples. Her body is different now. He watched it change every week as she carried Ava, and now he’s watched it change again as it’s healed. Her breasts are fuller, her nipples still as dark as they became in those first few weeks she knew she was pregnant. Her hips are wider, having adjusted to bring Ava into the world, and there’s stretch marks across her chest and her belly that were an angry purple when they first appeared but have already faded to white. And he loves all of it. He loves her more like this than he ever loved her body before. Which makes his inability to turn his mind off and just love her all the more frustrating.
His frustration blooms anew when she tells him that she understands if he doesn’t want to be with her. “No,” he says resolutely. “I’m ready.” She raises an eyebrow before her gaze falls back to his lap. “I had three beers, okay?” he sighs as his hands fall away from her body. He’s tempted to tell her he just needs a minute, enough time to close his eyes and relax enough to get lost in the rhythm of his own hand. But that seems to defeat the whole purpose of tonight. Tonight, which he had wanted to be about the two of them together, relearning this together.
“C’mon,” he says as he gently pats her hip, an unspoken signal to move from his lap. He feels the way she tenses, staring at him without moving. And he gets it. If anything should get him going, it should be her warm weight resting in his lap. But right now, he can’t get his brain to turn off, and he just needs it to turn off already. “Just trust me.” He’s not sure if she does, but she slowly moves back to her own side of the bed, settling back into the space she had been in just a few minutes ago. But this time, he closes that distance, bringing his hands to rest on either side of her body as he holds himself above her. He leans down to kiss her again, not hesitating this time before he parts her lips and brings a hand to the back of her neck to pull her even closer before his lips drift down to her jawline, then her neck. If he needs to get his mind to just shut up, what better way than losing himself completely in her?
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Post by malia on Oct 11, 2022 22:15:41 GMT -5
She can’t help but look at the place where their bodies are together when he tells her that he’s ready. He doesn’t feel ready, and he doesn’t look ready. But she smirks when he tells her that he’s had three beers, as if she doesn’t know. And just like that, his hands fall away from her body and he gets lost in his own thoughts again for a moment, thoughts that she can’t read.
She knows what that pat against her bare hip means. It means it’s time for her to move. She doesn’t want to. She’s not sure she’s ready to give up just yet. But he insists, so she complies, almost falling off of him and onto her side of the bed with a sigh. But it doesn’t take long before he moves again, sitting up slightly and leaning over her, surrounding him with his arms. She gazes up at him, her hands moving to his bare chest as he leans down to kiss her. HIs body is warm and hard, familiar and sexy. He pulls her closer, his hand tangling in her hair at the base of her neck as her tongue finally tangles with his and she breathes him in. Her body already aches for his touch, a familiar heat spreading from that place in between her legs.
She sighs as he kisses his way along her jaw, closing her eyes and arching her back slightly as he gets to her neck. His teeth nip at her gently and she lets her hands slide from his chest down to his shorts. She curls her fingers under the waist band, not going any further as she hesitates. She’s not sure if she’s doing the right thing, but she’s always been better at listening to instinct that she has been at listening reason. So she lets her hand tip under the waist of his shorts, seeking out his cock.
It’s still soft and malleable in her hands as she begins to stroke him softly, letting her palm move down to cup his balls, and moving back to his dick. His warm and familiar, but she wants him to be hard and hungry. Maybe this will help.
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Post by stiles on Oct 16, 2022 11:42:17 GMT -5
Her skin is warm and soft and sweet beneath his lips. She sighs contentedly and arches her back, pressing her body tightly against his own when he sucks gently on her neck. And it’s that he tries to focus on. Not the racing of his heart or the insistent voice in the back of his mind that this is a Big Deal. But the way her body still fits so perfectly against his, the way he knows just where to nip at her earlobe to make her nails dig into his shoulder, the way he can sense her hand moving towards his waistband long before it actually does.
It takes a little more effort to focus on the way he kisses his way down her neck when her hand slips inside his boxers. But it also doesn’t make his chest feel tight the way it had when she settled in his lap. Her hand is warm and familiar, soft yet insistent. His body doesn’t immediately respond, but he also doesn’t feel the surge of embarrassment he thought he would. Then again, he’s not sure if he’s capable of being embarrassed with only Malia anymore. For nearly a year now, they had shared every part of their lives, and he wasn’t sure if anything for the rest of his life would feel as intimate as having a baby with her felt. She wore his clothes more often than his own, they shared the bathroom most mornings, he washed her underwear with his own. When their lives overlap this much, it just doesn’t leave much room for embarrassment.
Stiles tries not to focus too hard on her touch, though. It’s better if he doesn’t focus too hard on anything. It’s his inability to turn off his brain that has them stuck here in the first place. So he tries not to think at all as he kisses and sucks his way to her collarbone. His hand traces her side, moving from the curve of her waist to her hip, and then wrapping around to genty cup her backside. He makes his way to the valley between her breasts, and then to her left breast, kissing his way around her nipple before taking it into his mouth. She gasps and pulls at his hair, and it only spurs him on. He nips gently at that sensitive spot before he sucks a little harder… and ends up with a mouthful of milk.
It’s the turning off his brain part that makes him forget that she just fed the baby, and that her body has changed beyond the visible since they were last together. But as much as it startles him, he doesn’t pull away in surprise. His mouth goes slack around her to keep from ending up with another mouthful, but he licks the moisture from around her nipple. It’s sweeter than he expected, and warm, and not at all as unpleasant as he might’ve imagined it to be. Still, he’s careful after that, kissing and nipping her left breast before moving to her right.
Her hand stays tangled in his hair, her voice breathless when she curses. And it’s only when he moves farther down, kissing his way across her abdomen, that her hand slips away and he misses it immediately. His hips move involuntarily against the empty space her hand occupied, seeking out that friction. It’s only then that he notices how hard he’s become in the time he’s spent thinking about anything but. He lifts his head from her abdomen to look up at her. “Hey,” he says, a crooked grin on his face. “I think we’re getting somewhere.”
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Post by malia on Oct 18, 2022 21:48:46 GMT -5
Everything about her body is different, not just the way it looks. Everything felt different. It felt different when he touched her, when he kissed her breasts, when he sucked against her nipple. It felt better. She can feel tingling sensation as he sucks, her breast doing what it does now and releasing milk as he does. She doesn’t really think twice about it, and if he does, he doesn’t pull back. It feels good. It feels better than it should feel. It feels better than she ever remembers it feeling before. She pulls slightly at his hair, enjoying the sensation of her tongue as it moves against her nipple. He nips at her, kissing his way to the other side as she arches her back to give him better access to her body.
And without even realizing that it’s happened, she feels his hard erection pressing against her let as he kisses his way down her belly. She smiles, purring her pleasure as she feels his tongue against her skin. Her hands are still in his hair as he pulls away, looking up at her with a goofy grin. His cheeks are flushed and his smile is crooked and his hair is mussed from her grasp and she has never thought he was more beautiful than she does in that moment. She smiles, laughing almost, feeling euphoric. “I love you,” she tells him honestly. She’s not sure why that seems like the right time to say the words, but it does.
She loves him. More than she’s ever loved anything in her life. He had given her everything. And he was her everything.
“Now please just fuck me,” she almost begs him, still smiling.
She parts her legs a little further, she he can feel how hot and wet she’s become. There’s a familiar ache of desire radiating from her center and she longs for him to fill her like he hasn’t in so long. Sure, it had only been a little over six weeks, but it felt like forever. And she wanted him…desperately.
She shifts her hips slightly, but he’s too far down to feel it against his cock. She moves her hands from his hair, letting her fingers trace their way along his cheeks as he stares at her, his amused look turning to one she recognized. Desire. Need.
She thinks he’s right. They are getting somewhere.
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Post by stiles on Oct 22, 2022 22:22:00 GMT -5
Stiles laughs at her request as heat spreads through his belly. There’s something about the blunt way she just tells him what she wants that drives him absolutely wild. It’s been that way for as long as he can remember. She wore her emotions on her sleeve always, so there were no mysteries with her. Which, in hindsight, is exactly why he should’ve never doubted what he thought she wanted.
Almost as if she can hear his thoughts, Malia lets her legs part farther, her knees brushing his sides. That heat spreads farther as his cock throbs against his belly. At least now, they’re on the same page, in the same paragraph, finishing each other’s sentence. He breaks eye contact with her as he bends his head down, pressing his lips to a spot just above her belly button. The one where he knows her stretch marks gathered after Ava was born, a constant physical reminder of everything she had been through to bring their daughter into the world. His hand squeezes her backside one more time before he lets it slide back over her hip, then down to her thigh before he finally gently cups her in his hand.
He hears the way her breath catches in her throat as she presses herself against his palm, and it only spurs him on. He lifts his head again so he can watch her as he parts her with his finger. The hand she’s been running through his hair tightens, pulling slightly even before he finds that sensitive bundle of nerves. He could feel the heat radiating from her body before this, but now he can feel just how wet and hot and ready she is. He draws a tight circle with his finger. Malia swears, and he groans in response, even more turned on by the way her body responds to him. He’s not sure there’s a time he’s ever wanted her more.
His finger repeats the pattern once, twice, three times. Her knees dig into his sides as he continues to stroke her. And then he stops as quickly as he started. Because he knows what she asked of him. And he knows what he wants after these weeks they’ve had to refrain from being as close as humanly possible. As much as he wants to feel her fall apart in response to his touch, he wants to be inside of her. So he pulls his hand away and uses it to gently pry one of her legs away from his side. As soon as he lifts his body from hers, Malia makes a desperate sound, fingers raking his chest. His hand flys to her wrist, keeping her from scratching any harder, but he laughs. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises. It feels as ridiculous to say as it sounds in his ears. He’s throbbing and his heart is racing and he hasn’t really caught his breath. But he still takes the time to gently pull her hand away, kissing her knuckles before he lowers it back down away from his chest. “We need a condom.”
She’s quiet then as he reaches for drawer in his nightstand, the box sitting right inside where he left it a week ago when he bought them in anticipation of this moment now. When he fumbles with the plastic, she’s quick ot snatch the box and slit the plastic with her claws, but he quickly takes the small foil she pulls free from her hand, not wanting to risk a stray claw. His hands are less clumsy now as he pulls the condom free and rolls it down his length. He looks back to her in time to watch her finish settling on the bed, letting her legs fall farther apart again. He settles between them again, bringing his hand to her cheek. The moment feels heavy, like there’s something he should be saying to her, but before he has the chance to find the words, her hand is wrapped around his length, guiding him inside of her. His hips simply respond, moving with her. She gasps as soon as he’s inside of her and his stomach tightens, and he stops halfway, brushing his thumb across her cheek to give himself something, anything else to concentrate on. “You okay?” he asks her softly before he moves any farther. “Are you sure?”
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Post by malia on Oct 27, 2022 21:21:11 GMT -5
It hadn’t been that long since she’d felt his hands on her like this, but it didn’t seem to matter, she’d missed it all the same. The way he presses his palm against her on the outside, his finger moving gently around her, inside of her, against her. She moans, arching her back to attempt to give him better access as she tightens her legs around him. It’s almost like she’s afraid he’ll change his mind, that he’ll try to escape from her grasp if she doesn’t do everything she can to hold him there. It’s silly, she’ll realize that later. But the moment feels so fleeting, and he’d been so hesitant.
And she needs him now more than she thinks she’s ever needed him before in her life.
But just like she was afraid of, he pulls away before she’s ready to let him go. She bites her lip, almost groaning as he does. But his smile never falters, and he reaches out to brush his fingers against her cheek and promises her it’s just to get the condom. She hates the idea of it, but she also knew that they weren’t ready to have another baby. The condom always made her feel like she was missing some of the connection with him, but right now, it was the only means of birth control and she’d rather have him with a condom than not have him at all. She can’t help her impatience as she snatches the box from him and easily slices through the plastic cover with her claw, pulling out one of the small foil packages. But she also doesn’t fight him when he takes that same small package from her. She bites her bottom lip, watching as he seemingly slowly caps his cock with the condom and rolls it down to the base. She reaches out, touching his lower abdomen as he makes sure that he’s situated, now fully hard and huge and ready for her. She aches to feel him filling her, every single inch of him.
And then she’s back beside him, and she lets her legs fall open. Not only so he can see everything that’s waiting for him, and how aroused she is, but to accommodate him as he settles there between them. His eyes are soft, a familiar fiery green as he brushes his fingers against her cheek before he slowly guides himself inside of her, finally. She gasps slightly as he fills her full, his cock pressing against her tight walls as she takes him in. She’d almost forgotten how incredible it felt to have him inside of her and she arches her back to take him in deeper as she wraps her legs around him.
She nods in response to his question, her hands coming to settle on his backside, letting her nails dig into him slightly as she begs him to continue to move. She leans up so she can capture his lips as she lets her insides squeeze around him in an attempt to spur him on. “I’m better than okay,” She mumbles against him, her hands moving up his back as she rocks her hips against him.
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Post by stiles on Oct 31, 2022 22:03:33 GMT -5
Her breath is warm against his lips and her body tightens around him, and Stiles is suddenly painfully aware of just how long it’s been since they’ve been together like this. He groans as he buries his head in the crook of her neck. Just for a second. Just long enough for him to try to move past the sensory overload of being this close to her again. It’s her nails digging into his backside before raking their way up his back. It’s her hips pressing against his own when she rocks her body, urging him to take up that rhythm. It’s her muscles contracting around him, pulling him deeper when he had thought there was no further to go. It’s the way her body still fits perfectly against his, maybe even more perfectly with those new curves. It all overwhelms him in the best way.
He stays like that, sucking gently against a spot on her neck, until Malia tries to rock her hips against his again in an almost frantic way. “Shit,” he curses against her skin. Her body needs more, and his might honestly combust if she keeps this up. He lifts his head from the crook of her neck to meet her gaze, cupping her cheek and rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m not gonna last long,” he tells her apologetically. But she shakes her head with the same frantic energy, as if to say that it’s okay. And Stiles silently vows to make this the best for her if he can’t make it the longest.
He moves his hand from her cheek to brace himself against the matress. Then he pulls almost all the way out of her before moving inside her again, and she says his name like she’s cursing. He keeps moving slowly, waiting for the moment she tells him to stop. Or that she’s uncomfortable. Or that she’s not ready. But that moment doesn’t come. Instead, he finds himself settling into a rhythm he knows well. Just like he knows the way her fingers rake his back, and the way she arches hers so her body presses tighter against his.
And if he had any brain capacity left, he’d realize that nothing has changed. In fact, being with her has only gotten better. Because in his worry that something would’ve changed about them coming together like this until it was unrecognizable, he forgot to take into account how much his love for her has changed. Instead of floundering to find what they had before, he feels closer to her than he ever has.
But his brain is consumed by her body in that moment. Instead he’s focused on her backside as he cups it before pulling her leg more tightly around him. His body meets hers at a new angle, and she cries out, which only makes that tightness in his belly grow. He picks up his pace, holding her tightly to him, knowing he won’t last much longer.
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