"Don't even think about it Sai," She muttered, "Just fuck me."
Her legs were spread, her thighs resting over his, her hands gripping his shoulders, wanting him desperately to be inside her. Sai slid back, putting both of his hands on Sakura's stomach.
"Sorry."He said blankly, eyes going back to her stomach. "I might hurt her..."
Sakura slapped her forehead, pressing her head into the pillow that propped her up and groaned. A month and a half it had been since she had last gotten laid. Before that, it was like clock work. Every other night when they were together, then it stopped when her stomach began to show more.
"And I keep telling you..." Sakura huffed, her desire for sex was now squelched when she saw the concern twisting in his features, his gaze narrowing on her stomach. "Your penis isn't big enough to do any harm to it. You'd have to be like this long," Sakura held her hands far apart. "and be thrusting into me like a fucking jack hammer while beating the ever living snot out of me. It's just not possible for you to hurt the baby, Sai."
"Do you not find my girth and stamina pleasing then?" Sai asked, dragging his hand off her stomach, sitting back and chuckling softly.
Sakura sighed, feeling his weight shift as he lay beside her, covering himself with a blanket, leaning ever closer to her to touch her stomach protectively.
"I thought you've read every book in the library about pregnancy." Sakura continued.
"I did." He replied, his smile growing, eyes creasing.
Sakura rubbed her temples, feeling the veins in her scalp throb. Sai was so clueless and here she was, knocked up with his child. Her hands dropped to her thighs in frustration.
"Sai...I need to get laid..." Sakura let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Want to... not need to." Sai corrected running a hand up her leg.
"You're not helping." She slapped his hand off, reached over to the bedside lamp and shut it off, immersing the room in a scant light from the moon. "I'll just have to help myself."
Sai leaned across her when he heard her rummaging in the bedside drawer for a toy he knew she hid discreetly there, running his fingers up her forearm.
"Are you sure..."
He was inches from her face, feeling his breath against her lips as she swallowed.
"... that the high vibrations you often set on that thing..." He grimaced. "will not be giving the child a mental disorder?"