"Alright, your turn" Cullen prompted Maerwynne gently as a lengthy silence followed her yawn.
She hummed lazily, her fingers idly scratching at the stubble adorning his jaw. "Let's see, how about- your middle name?"
"You know my middle name" Cullen reminded her, eyes ghosting over their entwined bodies that the moon blessed with its ethereal glow; admiring the way the lunar light kissed her curves.
"Oh yes," Maerwynne recalled as she yawned again, "Cullen Stanton Rutherford;" she giggled quietly, still giddy from their exertions, even as her eyes grew heavier blink by languid blink.
The pillow shifted under them as Cullen turned his head from her. "Stanton was my father's name" he murmured on a cracking voice, draw brows framing saddened eyes.
"Oh, Cullen" she crooned, shifting to lean on an elbow, her other hand turning him back to her. "It's- it's a nice name. I wasn't- I didn't- um." His nasal snicker echoed through the basic bedroom. "Cullen!" she admonished, her marked hand swatting lightly at his bare bicep.
He captured her hand upon its retreat, "the look on your face" he grinned as he pressed a kiss to her wrist.
Maerwynne cast a petulant pout at him, her eyes narrowed in feigned fury as she settled down once more at his urging, her head upon his chest.
"Stanton was my father's name, or his middle one at least" Cullen amended. "It's a name given to all first born Rutherford boys, or so I was told."
Maerwynne's eyes drifted to a close as Cullen's heart beat lulled her further into the fade. "Does that mean we'll have to give it to our son?" Her eyes snapped opened as her own mouth betrayed her, stealing the words that haunted her heart to spill them forth into the crisp night air.
"Maya" Cullen breathed as she looked to him, eyes wide with unspoken regrets; his fingers enfolding with hers as his gaze softened. "You don't-"
She swallowed his reply as she captured a kiss, rough and needy, as his hands dusted lightly along her back. "Don't" she hushed on a begging breath as she dragged her body along his; "please, don't."
If he was about to confess that a future full of their children, a home of their own and a cat or ten wasn't something that he desired, then her heart break could wait for another night. If he was about to admit, however, that she'd painted the same picture of their future as he, then it could wait until after Corypheus had the chance to snatch it all away from them.