Heart's Inferno
"Why do you always kiss?"
"Hmm?" Masanori wondered, lightly macking on Azula's neck and jawline.
"After we make love," she said with low heat. "You like to kiss my parts."
"What's not to love, Cat?" He slid down the bed and took her feet in his hands. "Your weak spot," he said slyly, prompting a dirty look from his wife. He gave her toes a kiss, then moved up, taking her hands in his. "Wonderful hands that master the flame, but they're so tender." He kissed her hands.
"Mmm," Azula purred, pulling his face up to her own. "Maybe..." she kissed him. "...you just like kissing." She kissed him again. "Maybe I like you kissing me."
"Mm-hmm," the young man said playfully, "but I missed a spot." He moved down to her swollen belly and began petting it.
Azula hissed and flinched. "Masa, don't do that."
"But I want to feel out baby," he said with pleading. "You feel it all the time. I can't."
"You want nausea, stretch marks and a back that's killing you?" Azula gasped suddenly and grit her teeth.
"What's wrong?" Masa was alarmed.
"I told you not to do that. Now the baby's kicking into my ribs."
"I'm sorry," Masanori whispered contritely. "I really wanted to talk to our baby."
"She's talking now, all right."
Masanori was caught flat-footed by that. "She?"
"I think it's a girl."
That made Masanori smile. "If she's half as smart and beautiful as you are, she'll have it made." He saw his wife's face glow. "Come on, I'll make you breakfast."
"No smiling faces, please."