A/N: Sorry for the delay! The rest of the chapters should be posted in fairly short order. Let me know what you think!

"You—you what?"

She looks up at him, her face pale in the dim light of his bedroom.

"I know. I know. I don't mean to scare you, it's just—you, me… this feels right. And I know you want a family too, so I'm not looking for an answer right now. Just promise me that you'll think about it."

He slides his hand to her lower back, and gently flips them, until she looks up at him, looking vaguely startled, but somewhat relieved.

He doesn't need an answer right now, but truthfully, it's something she's thought about since the day they crossed the line between partners and lovers. She doesn't need time to think. She's never been more sure of anything in her entire life.

He smiles at her, and kisses between her breasts, and down her belly, stopping for a moment, to slide the silky chemise out of his way.

His warm breath hovers over her navel when she sits up, crossing her arms and gathering the fabric, tugging the garment over her head. She tosses it off into a forgotten corner of his room, and brings a hand down under his chin, bringing his focus up to her face.

"Okay."

She sits before him, utterly naked in so many ways. She thinks about the love they've shared. The way his fingertips brush against her skin, the power he possesses in every ridge and plane of his toned physique, and the gentle strokes of his lovemaking. She thinks of the way he reaches for her hand, when she times her steps to fall in line with his; of waking in his arms, the way he's gone to bat for those who've needed him over the years. She thinks of the way he hugs his children.

"Let's make a baby."

She smiles at him shyly. It's a demure little grin; she saves only for intimate moments with him.

He's overcome by the urge to sink into her. Even without a greater purpose for their lovemaking, the primal need to slide into her warmth is next to impossible to restrain.

Her head lolls to the side as he presses his lips to her neck. The foil on the blister pack of her birth control glints faintly in the moonlight.

She sighs contentedly as his fingers find their way to her center and begin to stroke her.

"Mmmmm… baby."

She's deliriously aroused, and with every caress of his thick digits through her silky folds, her thoughts get a little more hazy.

"El…"

She bites back a moan, as he hooks two fingers inside her.

"Baby," she says a little louder, this time.

"You like that?"

"Elliot…"

His fingers slow their ministrations and his eyes find hers.

She gently tilts her head to the side, and he catches a glimpse of that pesky little pack of pills.

He chuckles softly and she offers him a soft smile.

"Tomorrow?" It's more of a statement than a question, yet her suggestion offers him no satisfaction for the time being.

He's never been cock-blocked by the presence of birth control before. Come to think of it, she's never turned him down before either.

She's got a hint of mischief in her eyes, but she purses her lips together in an attempt to hide her smile.

His eyes beg her to reconsider.

"Not tonight, baby. We've got a better shot if you hang onto those boys for another day."

He withdraws, looking perfectly disgruntled.

After a moment's reverie, he flashes her a boyish grin. "Just for practice?"

She laughs a little and shakes her head.

"Can I make you come?" He asks hopefully.

"Are you up for it?"

"Really?" his eyes light up at the possibility.

"No."

His expression falls.

"I'm sorry baby, but if I let you, you're gonna want it too, and then you're going to get cranky when I tell you no. Let's just go to bed. We'll get to work tomorrow."

She playfully swats his ass, and reaches out from underneath him to turn the light off.

He sighs softly, and rolls over to his side of the bed.

Tomorrow.