No, no no no no no! I thought to myself, staring forlornly at the little blue plus. This can't be right! But according to it, and all the other tests in the trash beside me, it can. I got shakily to my feet, breathing deeply to keep my breakfast in it's usual place, and stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself in what vaguely resembled disgust. Why I didn't take that pill that morning, why I didn't think that night, why I could possibly have chosen to do such things were beyond me, but one thing was now clear: I was pregnant, and I knew the father had barely any idea I even existed.
Getting to work that morning was a hormonal roller coaster ride. One moment I'm crying against the steering wheel, trying to get the situation wrapped around my head, and the next I'm fuming at myself, my stupidity, the father of my unborn child, the world in general. General, I snort, thinking harder about my situation. In a rage-induced stupor, I barely noticed that I was sitting in my parking space with my bag in hand, ready to walk in the door over two hours early. Overtime is going to be nice, actually, I caught myself thinking. Baby items are prohibitively expensive in Gaia, especially considering the underpopulation problem we've been facing recently. I looked at the pack of cigarettes in the side pocket of my bag sadly for a moment before crumpling it thoroughly and throwing it into a dumpster. There goes a simple creature comfort, but if I'm gonna have a kid, I may as well do it right. No more drinking, no more marijuana on nights I can't sleep, no more smoking, no more going weeks without a proper meal… It all has to change. Pull yourself together, Calixte! You're not a child anymore, quit whining like one! I settled on one of the stone benches beside the tall granite building, enjoying the crisp morning breeze blowing against my face. Suddenly, my stomach turns a little funny. Oh no…. I thought as I leaned over. Not again! I felt the bile boiling up in spite of myself, and I made a last-ditch run for that same dumpster, barely making it in time before my poor little breakfast was shoved back up.
Gross, I thought, thankful for the bottle of water and travel size tube of toothpaste in the bottom of my bag. I swirled a mixture of both around inside my mouth, ridding it of the disgusting taste. Walking back to my spot and planning on sitting again for a while, I checked my watch. Already? I thought to myself, seeing that my extra time had already passed. Hurrying inside, I clocked in and got right to work with a large stack of paperwork, hoping to bury my head inside it for the rest of the day, avoiding any thoughts of him, the one who had been plaguing my mind for the past three and a half months now. I found myself being particularly careful around my abdomen, and couldn't help but to nurse the silly notion that people could see it, with some sort of x-ray vision or something. I laughed a little at my own expense.
Looking up for the first time in two hours, I just so happened to notice the one person I didn't want to see at that very moment walking down the small row of cubicles toward me. I buried my face back into my paperwork, but not before noticing him pause outside my tiny workspace, cocking his head curiously, and getting a very strange look on his face before continuing along his way. How on earth am I ever going to tell him that I'm pregnant with his child? I wondered, not looking back up for the rest of the day.
Mewling and clawing at the sheets beside me, I looked down at him, spreading my thighs in invitation. I gasped as he gladly took the opportunity, burying his tongue deep inside of me. Writhing for a moment in my wet warmness, he only took a moment to find that magic button, running his tongue over it enticingly as he kept my eyes. I bit my lip, moaning loudly for a moment as I tightened around his tongue. God, this isn't the first time he's done this, is it? I thought to myself as he suckled on another bundle of highly sensitive nerves, nibbling it slightly as he reached up to tweak my nipples. Gasping for breath, I pulled him up to my face by his hair, kissing him roughly and pulling his cock gently inside of me. I gave him an inch and he took a mile, as he flipped me suddenly onto my knees and elbows, working me fast and hard. I screamed in pleasure, crying out his name…
"SEPHIROTH!"
I woke up panting, the sheets beneath me soaked in both sweat and cum, bittersweetly reminding me all the more of that single, drunken night. Though I couldn't remember exact details consciously, I certainly could unconsciously, as that dream had obviously shown me. I gave up any thoughts of getting to sleep, so I reached into the nightstand drawer beside me, fumbling momentarily in the dark before I found what I was looking for: a large vibrator and a bottle of lubricant. I may not be proud of it, but I'm sure as hell getting sleep tonight, I thought to myself. Thank god it's Friday.
Not a bad way to break a hiatus, eh? This is a new account, I didn't dare use my old one for fear of getting old subscribers all worked up over a different genre. I can't seem to get into my old stories anymore, and I didn't feel it would be fair to try to work on them without actually feeling some fondness toward them. Sorry that this is totally different, especially with an OC, but I feel you might come to like her over time. She really tends to get herself into some shit, as you can proably already see. Hope you enjoyed! I'm thinking a lot of lemon is gonna be involved in this story, so be prepared!