Sorry for being rubbish and not updating anything in forever! I'm also sorry that this part is probably seriously crap.
She almost has to ask him to repeat it. Only she is certain that should she do so, he might not answer in the same way. Instead she forces a smile to play on her lips, tries to force her body to relax a little. It's almost over.
"We're going to have to be a bit creative" there's hint of humour in her tone, as she gestures at her rounded abdomen. She'd drawn the line at looking in to this particular aspect of the entire deal, but now the time was upon them and a sudden panic was settling over her. Her body is no longer like he would remember it, nor is she certain that she'll be able to perform as she once had done though she has little doubts that her body will respond to him. It has never stopped doing so.
"Hasn't exactly been an issue before" a hard swallow preceded his words, but somehow she sees a smile forced on to his own lips and the merest hint of a sparkle in his eyes. It is true that they had managed to get themselves in to some rather interesting positions within the cramped, cluttered confines of a cupboard but that was when her body had been lithe. Now she is cumbersome, and though she has carried the bump with her for so many months, she is still unused to its presence. Soon though, when the baby is in her arms, she wonders if she'll miss it.
He moves slightly, and she watches as he moves from his sitting position in order to stand in front of her. She cannot help but envy the ease with which he is able to perform the manoeuver. She starts to move herself, knowing that the next step is for the pair of them to make their way in to her bedroom. If this had been them in a previous life, they would already have been ripping their clothes off, bodies already tanged together. But this isn't a passionate affair, it is a method of induction.
Slowly he extends a hand towards her. She longs to fix him with a glare and to push it away, but instead she allows her hand to settle in his. She feels the way his fingers curl around her, squeezing ever so slightly as he gently guides up on to her feet. She waits a second longer than she has to before she pulls her hand away. A flash of something in his eyes confuses her, but she chooses not to dwell on whatever it was. Instead she turns, and starts to move in the direction of her room.
As she moves, she tries to force her gait in to a more normal walk. Instead though she finds herself pausing half way to stretch out her spine, a hand pressing in to the small of her back in the hopes of relieving the ache that has settled there. She doesn't quite notice him coming up behind her until his hand replaces hers. She arches her back all the more as he applies more pressure than she could manage.
"You sure you're up to this Jac?" his voice is soft, concerned. In spite of her back, and not wanting to lose the feel of his hand, she spins round to face him. She tries to set her face so that she doesn't show how uncomfortable she is.
"You're not getting out of this Maconie" she tries to keep the tone light, but she knows there is perhaps the slightest edge of desperation. If he backs out, she doesn't quite know what she'd do. Perhaps she would have to tie him to her bed, or a chair, force him to do this for her somehow. But looking at him, despite the fact he still has that uncomfortable look, he doesn't appear to be searching for an escape route.
"I'm just worried about you, Jac" he wraps an arm around her, to press his hand once more against her back.
"You try carrying a baby inside of you, and not suffering from a bit of a sore back" the words don't come out quite as biting as they once would have done. Not helped by the fact he'd balled his hand in to a fist and was gently kneading against her aching spine.
"If you're sure" she feels him moving her body, spinning her round before she guides her in to her room, his hand still moving against her back. When finally they come to a stop, he turns her again. She silently curses herself. She isn't usually one to be guided, and yet somehow he has taken the lead here. But before she can manage to utter a word, his mouth is on hers and her body is pulled more tightly against his.
Beneath the material of her top, she feels the movement of her child. A limb kicks out against her, and she feels him pull away. His eyes are wide and startled, the hand not currently pressed to her back, hovers by the bump. Hesitantly she takes the hand and presses it to where the baby kicked. As if understanding what is required, the baby kicks out again.
"It won't affect her you know that right?" she closes her eyes for a second, trying not to allow herself to enjoy the feel of his hands on her body.
"It's just …" he pauses and she frowns, "she kicked me Jac."
"She won't know Jonny," she speaks quietly, "she moves more when my heart rate goes up, that's all" she doesn't tell him that the baby moves more when she's relaxed or when she's happy. He doesn't need to know that being in his embrace, his lips on hers was the best she had felt in so many months. Instead she moves back towards him, and kisses him.
He responds as she wanted him too, and she allows herself to relax in to his kiss. Her arms settling around his body. When finally she pulls away, she makes moves to remove his top. A small smile playing on her lips once she has worked it free. Only she finds herself blanching when he goes to do the same to. Her body moves backwards away from him, as she glances down at herself.
"Turn the light off" he furrows his brows and she bites at her lip as she waits for him to comply with the request. She doesn't want him to see her like this. No matter how clinical she tries to be, she suddenly cannot let him see her skin marked from the way it has stretched. She doesn't want him to see how her body has altered, disfigured from how he had once known it. She panics suddenly that he will see what she has become and will no longer be willing to continue with this.
"I've seen you naked before," he tries to argue and she shakes her head. He has seen her but not like this. As much as it pains her, this night could be the last they ever spend together and she doesn't want his last memory of her naked form to be of her like this.
"Just turn it off" and with a nod, he does as he's told. When he returns to her, in the now darkened room she frees herself from the confines of her top. Their lips meet once more and slowly he guides her over to the bed. She feels him hesitate once more.
"I don't have anything," there is a mild panic in his tone and one that brings a laugh to her lips.
"Worried you're going to get me pregnant?" she asks with a smile though she knows he cannot see it, "it's not required Jonny, for this to work it needs to be applied topically." She adds resuming the clinician role though she knows it was a much weaker attempt. Not that it mattered, for seconds later he returned to his task.