So I'm sleepy and have a headache but can't stop watching that juicy goodness on repeat (you know what i'm talking about), and then this asks to be written. I feel so sick 'cuz i stayed up late typing it up but if i didn't get it out the moment it came, it would've never been the same. Anyway, it's short, but i hope you enjoy.
They make love in the car…twice, and he holds her, loves her, worships her body, feeds her soul. He bathes her in peace, in comfort and in strength, and…she feels herself again. And she's grateful to him, for him, for being her anchor, pulling her little sailboat back to shore whenever it comes too close to being swept up in the waves.
After coming home, he takes her again, sweetly, slowly, on their bed, till they're both panting and sweaty, her limbs warm and supple, dancing a lazily languid dance with his.
When it's over, she doesn't budge an inch. Her golden-red tresses falling over his face as he kisses a damp temple, she simply buries her face in the crook of his neck while clutching at his shoulders.
"April?"
He asks softly, afraid to say the words, but wanting to, because that's what he was there for.
"Are you okay?"
He finally whispers and she nods, face still pressed to his warmth, not lifting her head.
He slowly strokes her silky mane, breathing her in, giving her space.
Finally, she starts to tremble, and, from his half sitting-up position on the bed, he maneuvers her body so that they're both lying on their sides, her facing him. Framing her face with his hands, he leans his forehead into hers.
"April…"
He whispers, gently, achingly.
"I went on the pill again…" comes the wavering reply then, and he stills, then gathers her up, trying to absorb her sobs into his body like a saturated sponge, feeling her pain, knowing the significance of that little declaration.
She went on the pill again, that tiny, medicinal tablet that came in the unassuming package, with the days labeled neatly, methodically, ceaselessly repeating themselves, …that miniature pellet once conceived in a sterile laboratory only to prevent the conception of life itself. The pill she had stopped taking once learning of her own flesh and bones being a vessel for precious new life. New life they had made together.
She went on the pill again.
Fuck.
Please leave a review if you like it (and 'cuz i stayed up giving myself a headache writing this :P lol)