This was wrong.
Sososososo wrong! They shouldn't be doing this! Not anymore! No! They were no longer together. No longer in love- atleast she was no longer in love with him.
Was she?
Yes! No! Yes! No! Yes! Ugh!
But she... She had Lagoon Boy. She had La'Gaan.
And Conner?
He had their secret. He had the secret they kept.
Their affair.
Only they knew that every night that they were alone together, he was pounding into her soft and slick and wet flesh.
"Oh God! Yes, that's it, God! Right there, keep going, don't stop don't stop!" she begged him, arching her back as his trust went deeper.
This had been going on for weeks. Months.
Each and everytime they added another tally mark to their affair, Conner always managed to make her cum. He made her cum everytime he touched, sucked, or fucked her cunt.
Always.
Just like old times.
She doesn't know how, but M'gann knows that they're going to get caught soon. Not within the next five minutes soon, but within the next few weeks soon.
Of course it might have something to do with the baby growing inside of her.
The baby who's father's identity was unknown to her.
Her and La'Gaan had only had sex once. But you all know the saying;
"It only takes one time."
But her and Conner...?
It was so much more likely that he was her child's father.
They never used condoms; Her and La'Gaan did.
The baby is Conner's. She needs to tell him.
He groans, his face pressed against the side of her neck, as he finishes, rolling off of her. Both of them are hot, sweaty, and desperately trying to catch their breath.
"Hey..." He muttered, an arm placed loosely over her stomach. The stomach concealing his- their- baby. "I need to tell you something. Something really big." She sighed, her panting slowly dying down.
"What?"
"We need to tell La'Gaan..." She muttered.
"Why?" He asked, confusion now over taking his features.
"Because I'm pregnant. And I'm about 96% positive that the baby is yours. I don't want La'Gaan to think that it's his, just to be heart broken once the baby is born." She sighed.
"You're pregnant? We're gonna have a baby?" He asked, barely above a whisper.
"Yes. We're going to have a baby."
He kisses her. Her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. His arms are wrapped around her in a hug, as he mutters words of adoration against her neck.
Their son is born eight months later.
They name him Noah.
Short.
Very very very short. But longer then I expected it to be.
And honestly, I wouldn't be too negative about a Supermartian affair resulting in a love child. (:
That would be nice.
I also enjoy the name Noah. And Benjamin. Love those names.
I hope Supermartian gets back together!