Wyatt wandered into the bedroom where Hope was leaning over the twins' cots, silently cooing and smiling as she observed their wriggling, sleeping forms. It'd been a month since they'd been birthed by now, and they seemed to be growing fairly quickly. Or maybe that was just Wyatt, feeling like time was slipping by, only having had his children in the world for a month and already fearing missing their childhood. Hope glanced up, no longer wary in her stance, as she had been when the twins were just born. Thinking that over briefly, Hope realised she had only relaxed around Wyatt and Klaus around the twins, although she was always perfectly fine with Wyatt and the twins, it was only when she wasn't aware of him approaching that she used to freak out, but now she was so tuned to the signs of him that she no longer jumped or swiveled around, she merely turned to greet him, a happy little smile on her face,

"Welcome home." She greeted him, she hadn't seen him all day.

Wyatt smiled back at her a little, coming up beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pressing his lips to her temple in greeting, muttering a quiet "hello" against her skin. He inhaled a little and turned to look down at the twins, fingertips tracing patterns over the top of Hope's arm absentmindedly as he did so. The sight of them always made him feel a little calmer within himself. They were alive and well. Breathing. Not corrupted for the time being. He hummed and leaned against Hope slightly, licking his lips.

"Miss me?" He asked her teasingly, eyes not moving from the twins. Hope shook her head and shrugged,

"Nah..." She teased right back, raising her eyebrows, keeping her face serious, and then turned her head away from him, pretending to be more interested in the twins, and then huffed and turned back to him approximately a minute later, not able to keep up her facade, burying her face into the crook of his neck, arms curling around his waist, meeting each other once again on his back,

"You know I did." She murmured. Wyatt chuckled faintly at her response, and then a pleased smile took over his features as she admitted that she had, in fact, missed him, her slender arms curling tight around his waist, face buried into his neck. He slipped around so he was head-on to her and pulled her in closer, still indulging in the fact that he had the ability to do so now. He'd missed being pressed up so close to her, feeling her constantly burning warmth against his cooler body, the hum of her magic vibrating against his skin and almost feeling like it was flowing through him. He bent his head down and kissed her cheek, closing his eyes.

"I love you," he told her easily, no longer feeling uncomfortable about doing so. Hope hummed comfortably, turning her face so that she still had her face in his neck, but could now see the twins from where she was, snuggling into Wyatt a little, his everyday natural, heady scent settling within her nostrils once again, taking up it's place there as it always did, and caused this amazing sense of serenity to wash over her. She turned her head back and moved it down a little to be nearer to his heartbeat, angling her head a little to press a kiss to the point on his chest, directly over where she knew his heart to be located,

"I love you, too."

Wyatt let out a small sigh of contentment, glancing at the twins once more before nudging Hope a little.

"C'mon," he said, beginning to shuffle towards the door, "the twins are fine. Fed, changed and sleeping, yes? Let's go spend some time together." He led her out to the corridor, though reluctant he was to separate from her so soon - it was quite alright; he'd have his arms around her again in no time at all. He peered in and checked over the room, before stealing a final glance at the twins and then stepping out, closing the bedroom door. He turned to Hope with a smile, quirking his eyebrows up a little in that way of his.

Hope made the tiniest noise of protest and nodded, separating from him as he took her hand and led her to the door. She put her finger up to him to indicate he should wait a second and then quietly made her way over to the cots, tucking her hair behind her ears as she leaned down, carefully, slowly for each twin and pressed a kiss to first Cassia, and then Jakobe's head. She smiled adoringly down at them, stroking their cheeks in a ghostly fashion so as to avoid waking them, and then was by Wyatt's side once more, watching him expectantly, closing the door behind them softly, allowing him to lead her wherever he wished to. Wyatt chuckled and shook his head a little before taking Hope by the hand and leading her into the bedroom. He hadn't gone straight to her when he'd gotten home, instead taking the time to grab Howl's Moving Castle and put it into the DVD drive of their bedroom TV, make them a mocha each, and set up some pillows and blankets on the bed to form the perfect snuggle cove within the sheets. He'd also taken the time to use the incense she bought for him and light up some relaxing scents of Cardamom, Cedar Wood and Patchouli.

Hope watched him curiously, wondering what he was so pleased and obviously smug about, it all became clear once they entered the bedroom, of course. At which point, it took her approximately to identify each and every thing he'd done, what was different, what he'd set up. She wriggled her nose and then hummed at the simply amazing scent that hit her, and amongst it was that of her favourite coffee. An indulgent smile spread over her features, and her eyes lit up. She squeezed his hand and then turned, spinning, curling his arm around her like couples do when dancing, and giving him a grateful kiss, cupping his cheek with her free hand. Wyatt grinned a little at Hope's reaction, indulging in the happiness he'd managed to provoke within her, before he found himself being kissed rather enthusiastically, and he let out a little sigh of relief through his nose, the sort of relief that came from simply being gratified with the proximity of a lover, and curled his arms around her waist, kissing her back and tilting his head into it a little, hands smoothing along her back in slow, circular patterns. He pulled away a little after a moment and pecked her lips a final time, nudging their noses, before he gestured with his head towards the coffees and the film that was ready to be played.

"They'll cool," he told her, chuckling a little. Hope didn't need to be told twice, and was suddenly propped up with some cushions on her side of the bed, she patted Wyatt's side of the bed and winked at him, laughing a little at his reaction and then fidgeted about a little as she waited for him, not getting comfortable just yet as she knew she wouldn't be allowed to sit by herself, and that Wyatt would decide how he wanted to curl up with her. She waited patiently, and when he had joined her, she scrambled for the controller, which was just out of her reach, and she had to force Wyatt to let go of her long enough for her to actually grab it, and then she slotted herself right back into his embrace, and started the film. Wyatt had closed the door behind himself before he made his way over. He chuckled a little as he got himself comfortable, amused by her excitable antics as she turned on the film. He sighed, pleased, when she eventually settled back into his embrace, and took his mocha, sipping it slowly as the movie began. He made a pleased noise and reached over to turn off the lamp - of which was luckily within reaching distance, on the bedside drawers - and allowed the room to be cast in the late evening darkness that came with Autumn, the only light coming from the almost-full moon, in its waxing gibbous phase, and the TV. He leaned into Hope a little and relaxed back into the plump cushions, enjoying the peacefulness that came with this moment. Hope was only distracted from the film by the happenings of the sky outside, she peered at it from where she was, making a small "ooooo" sound of appreciation, stroking her fingers lightly across Wyatt's collarbone as she did so, and then as quickly as her attention had been drawn away from her favourite film, it was grabbed once again. She maintained a small, nostalgic smile the entire time and sipped on her mocha, making sure to fully inhale the scent of it every time, Wyatt knew exactly how to make the beverage just the way she liked it, something that touched and pleased her. Wyatt would glance down at Hope occasionally, just every once in a while throughout the film. He quirked his eyebrows up slightly at the appreciative noise she made and followed her gaze to the outside world, pursing his lips a little in consideration. The sky hadn't been completely blackened by night at this point. Instead, the sky was a dark navy colour that left room for the gaps between the thick clouds to show up as lighter spaces, creating an odd pattern over the sky, something beautiful and unsettling at the same time with its enigmatic appeal and the haunted sort of feeling it evoke within Wyatt as he looked at it. This time of year, its darkness, he enjoyed it as much as he shivered at the thought of it. Shaking his head a little, he turned away from the sky and looked back at the TV, picking up what plot point the film was at.

Hope sensed his troubled thoughts without taking a look into his mind, or even drawing from any indication he made with his body language, as she always managed to, she just knew. It was just something between them, they were very good at sensing the other's mood, and it was a rather unnerving occurrence to witness from an outsider's perspective, as Hope and Wyatt could be on opposite sides of the room, conversing with different people, when suddenly he would be by her side, fretting over her, or she would be by his, inspecting his face. It was commented on a lot, but Hope and Wyatt never addressed it, finding it too hard to explain. She peered up at him, taking a hold of his face gently and turning it towards her without being forceful, and frowned ever so slightly as she inspected him, spotting the infrequencies within`his features, something was off, and regardless of what it was, Hope knew the best way to distract him, and so she simply shuffled about until she was slightly above him in their embrace, and tilted her head down to kiss him, wholeheartedly. Her eyes falling closed as she did so.

Wyatt hadn't been surprised by Hope's intuition, sensing his mind had wandered as if often did; he was surprised, however, to find himself being passionately kissed, effectively wiping his mind of all things other than her lips and her body. He immediately set his mug down on the bedside table, a little clumsily but nevertheless successfully, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his lap and pressing their bodies close together, letting out a small, breathy grunt as he shifted them slightly, getting more comfortable. His hands smoothed along her back and sides down to her hips, then lower to her thighs, running his palms back and forth over the soft, exposed skin, fingertips grazing under the hem of her shorts a little. Hope snickered at his eagerness, and sighed breathlessly into the kiss, stroking his cheek affectionately, her other hand finding its way into his hair, fingers curling amongst the strands of it, humming at the silky soft texture his hair had, something she hadn't expected when she first felt it, about a year ago, now. She angled her head to kiss him more effectively, running her fingers soothingly over his scalp, kissing him leisurely, and yet, passionately. Abruptly, however, Hope stopped and appeared once again cuddled up to his side, eyes on the TV screen, a small knowing smile on her face. He was definitely sufficiently distracted, now. Wyatt let out a small, throaty noise at the touch of her fingers to his scalp, running through his hair, the weakness she'd figured out within him from so early on. He kissed her back in the same manner as she was kissing him, enjoying the slow slide of their lips together, the expert way she'd learned him and the way he responded to different things. His hands moved back to their position on her hips, as they always did, gripping firmly. As quickly, it seemed, as it began, the kiss was over, leaving Wyatt blinking at the sudden absence of his fiancee's mouth and hands, before he let out a frustrated groan, snapping his head round to glare at her a little, though not meanly.

"Seriously?" He demanded petulantly. Hope took a long sip from her mocha and raised her eyebrows, turning to look at him slowly, taking her time, keeping her eyes on the TV until her head was facing him, her eyes flitting to him at the last second,

"This is the best part." She stated, gesturing her mug towards the TV innocently, cocking her head at him somewhat. She collected her hair up and threw it over one shoulder, exposing her neck to him, and then leaned back against the headboard, raising her eyebrows once again as she sipped on her drink, the picture of innocence, knowing full well what she was doing to him. Wyatt eyed her neck as soon as it was bared to him, the flush of her skin and the jump of her pulse. He'd better learned to control himself since being with her, but it still took a lot out of him to refrain from sinking his fangs into her neck. He shifted, a dangerous look crossing over his features, eyes darkened considerably by desire and the faintest hint of blood lust.

"Hope..." he said lowly, glancing up at her. His eyebrows were furrowed and his entire body was tense, like the scarce moments before he'd pounce. He pushed up onto his knees and took the mug from her, placing it aside, before he caged her in with his arms, lips a couple of inches from hers. "Don't play games with me," he whispered, making their lips brush as he leaned closer, before he ducked his head and pressed them just-barely to the spot below her ear, murmuring, "you'll lose."

Hope hummed under the pretense of consideration, and then sighed as if making a sacrifice, and ducked her head to kiss him, their lips making a smacking sound as they parted,

"Not playing games, just teasing." She corrected him lightly and then, as revenge for his romantic assault on the sensitive spot below her ear, she found /that/ particular spot she knew to be his biggest weakness in terms of sensitivity on the body, and exploited it lightly with her fingers, smirking at his reaction, tilting her head, watching him with a small pout, before cutting his protestation off mid sentence with a kiss, ssshhing him as she did. Wyatt groaned softly at Hope's continued teasing, a shiver running through his body at the sensation of her fingers over his soft spot, a complaint on his lips as she pulled away that was quickly silenced before it could even be made by her lips rejoining his. He let out a small noise of relief and pressed her back into the mattress, pushing the pillows aside a little so that they were still nearby but not in the way, as he covered her body with his own and bore his weight, kissing her deep and slow, languid, enjoying the feel of being pressed up against her after so long. It'd be the first time he had since her pregnancy, as the first month of parenthood left little time for their interactions. Every fibre in his body was eager to be as close to her as possible, to revel in what he'd miss for the past ten months. Hope returned his eager attitude to what was obviously about to go down, and kissed him back with a passion she'd kept stifled for the past ten months of torture, and sighed blissfully at finally being able to relax and get lost in Wyatt, once again, and bucked her hips up to wrap her legs around his waist, fingers running through his hair again, her default reaction to kisses such as this. She leaned up into him as much as possible, having missed the proximity and the feeling of her body against his just as much as he had.

Wyatt brought a hand down to one of Hope's thighs, fingers curling round the back of it in the way they always seemed to whenever the two of them came together like this. There was something about the softness of her skin and the supple curves of her body, so delicate and fragile despite everything about her that suggested otherwise, that appealed to him. Perhaps it was the innocence she'd possessed when they first met, and still maintained even now despite some of the things she'd done to others. There was always a reason whenever she carried out a sinful act: protection, love, a greater good. So unlike Wyatt himself. It drew him in, and he wanted everything she had to give him. He broke away from the kiss on a laboured breath, tilting his head down to graze his lips across her throat, fangs just skimming over her skin, but not fully extended. Hope chuckled and squirmed a little, shivering lightly and then drew the sound out into a quiet moan, turning her head to allow him better access to her neck, tugging at his top, indicating she wished to remove it, and then once given permission to do so, she assisted him in pulling it over his head and throwing it carelessly to the other side of the room. Howl's Moving Castle was still playing in the background, and it was bothering her, as this was a film she had never wanted to ruin the innocence of, and so broke away from Wyatt momentarily to speed around and turn it off, appearing under Wyatt again in the same position she was before, rewinding her legs around him, leaning up to peck his lips, eyes trailing over the lust in his expression. Wyatt took a second to take a deep breath in Hope's split second absence, before she was back underneath him, legs around his waist once again. He pressed his hips against hers, grinding down, and lowered himself once again on top of her, lips resuming their path along her neck. He placed light, open-mouthed kisses over the pulse in her artery, spending a moment there, before he slipped a hand under her shirt, fingertips lightly tracing the curve of her waist with a sensual sort of delicacy, and he lightly traced his tongue up to the point below her ear, grazing his teeth there. Every touch, aside from the grind of their hips, was light and fairly teasing; he wanted to make her go a little crazy for it first, writhe below him for more than he was giving. He wanted her breathless with need.

Hope groaned at him and gave him a small shove, but smiled against his lips, regardless, she gasped for air and had to pull away from him for a moment, and then immediately returned to the task at hand, and she wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what he was doing, what he wanted. She decided to give it to him, as he'd waited ten whole months, after all, and so she allowed herself to focus entirely on him, narrowing her thoughts and sensations, instincts and desires down to Wyatt, and him alone, she whined softly in the base of her throat and clutched needily at his shoulder, pawing at him almost, she flexed her hips up towards him, trying to pull him closer, a quiet keen emitting from her, her brow creased. She really did need him. She was aching for it at this point. Wyatt grinned a little against Hope's neck, letting out a small, breathy laugh. The sound of her soft whines and keens got under his skin immediately, and in response he pulled back to strip her of her shirt and shorts, before in a flash he was bearing down against her once more and allowing his hands to explore her warm skin. The beat of her heart had quickened considerably and it thumped like a dull drum in the back of his mind, his lips trailing her collarbones and down to her chest, pressing a kiss over where her heart was, before he caught her lips with his and kissed her fervently, teeth lightly grazing over her bottom lip and a hand coming between them, cupping her through her underwear and letting her grind down into the heel of his hand.

Hope gasped breathlessly, which was a hard thing to accomplish, and yet was the effect Wyatt had on her, and moaned as she complied, grinding down needily onto his hand, tipping her head back, his lips following hers somehow as she did so, and found herself momentarily paralysed in relief at the familiar, almost nostalgic sensations of their bodies coming together. Oh, how she had missed the pleasure he could always give to her, she rocked herself onto his hand and kissed him needily, hands travelling the expanse of his bare torso. Wyatt made a pleased noise at Hope's reaction, pushing her underwear to the side as she ground down against him and slipping two fingers inside her with relative ease, her arousal making her accept him eagerly. He pushed in deep, all the way down to his knuckles, and curled his fingers to press against that spot inside her that had her toes curling and her back arching. Normally he'd tease her, make her wait, draw it out, but it'd been so long already and tonight he just wanted to take her as soon as he could. He pulled away from her lips and instead returned to her neck, biting down on the soft spot he'd previously only teased at and sucking a deep bruise into the skin there, effectively marking her for as long as her healing permitted it to stay, tongue massaging against the spot as he did so. Hope let out a helpless sort of half groan half curse, and clung to him, resting her forehead against his shoulder, she moaned lustily and rolled her hips somewhat, biting down on her lip, her eyes falling closed reflexively, eyelashes fluttering, her mouth fell open into an o shape and she bit down lightly on his shoulder, not sinking her teeth in, merely looking for purchase, needing to find someway to contain herself. She pushed her hips forward to meet his fingers and let out a steady cacophany of quiet moans, whimpers, gasps and groans, one hand coming up to cup the back of his head.

Wyatt groaned a little at the sight and feel of her coming apart below him, pulling his mouth away from her throat and looking down between them at the way their bodies rocked together and how she arched against his hand so beautifully. He licked his lips, letting out a rasping breath, before he turned to press his lips to her ear, murmuring, "what do you want?", looking for some indication of her needs. All he wanted to do in that moment was please her; he didn't care about anything other than making her feel good, fulfilling her desires and driving her over the edge into bliss. In response to this, she dragged her hands down his body to his jeans, which were tight against him now, surely painfully so, and began to undo them tugging at them, she turned her head towards his face, pressing a kiss to his lips and then resting her own by the corner of his mouth,

"You," she replied breathlessly, "I need you." She sighed, slipping a hand past his now open zipper and into his boxers, stroking at him, continuing with her vocal utterances of her pleasure. Wyatt let out a low moan as Hope's fingers curled around his length, stuttering a little in his motions as she worked her hand against him, before he rocked his hips into it and removed her underwear entirely, kicking his jeans down and pushing his fingers inside her again, this time circling her clit with his thumb and pressing down just enough to send waves of pleasure through her limbs, lips finding hers in another deep kiss. Hope felt herself visibly and very obviously melt at this, and fidgeted somewhat underneath him, the desperation for him was getting to be too much now, and she really was breathless with need, just how he had wanted her to be, she worked her hand and fingers over his length, flicking her wrist occasionally, lips finding his whenever she could, rocking her hips up and onto his fingers to synchronise with his motions, stilling in shock at the feeling of the sensation being doubled when he started on her clit, too, her vocals got louder.

Wyatt groaned a little and pulled away to reach into the top drawer of the chest beside them, retrieving from it a packet of condoms and pulling one out. He quickly ripped the packet open and knelt up, pinching the tip and rolling it down his length, before he dropped down over Hope once again, guiding himself inside her slowly, pushing in with an agonising sort of patience to really make her feel it, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses down the side of her neck as he did so, teeth grazing over her delicate, flushed skin. Hope chortled distractedly at the addition of the condom, the connotations appealing to her as being amusing, but then she was cut off, and abruptly moaned, rising up a little, arms curling around his shoulders as pushed into her, she half gasped and then shut her mouth reflexively, her jaw clenching, her eyelids fluttering, biting down on her lower lip lightly, teasing the lip between her teeth, Hope wriggled her hips ever so slightly to help ease him into her, and nodded to him once she had had the time to adjust, hissing lightly at the raw and powerful sensation coursing through her once again. She was pleased to note the condom made barely any difference, and she could almost forget it was there. She kissed and nibbled along the underside of his jaw, right by the hinge. Wyatt tilted his head slightly as Hope nipped at his jaw in a way that had his spine arching a little, eyes closing tightly against the overwhelming feel of finally being inside her again after so long, enveloped in the heat of her. Every time he'd been aching for her over the past ten months, he'd had to clench his teeth and ball his fists against it. But now, finally, he could just have her as he wanted her. Wyatt's hands found hers and he pinned them either side of her head, fingers lacing together in an oddly intimate gesture, and then he started to move, drawing back halfway before pushing into her again, steadily building up a rhythm.

Hope was now effectively pinned to the bed, though she couldn't say she minded, and rolled her hips up to meet his as he moved inside her, creating interesting sensations, taking advantage of this move, as it was all she had and all she could contribute. She sighed a little shakily and arched her spine, their chests pressing completely against each other, blissfully, briefly, before she fell back down onto the bed, panting slightly, she craned her neck up so that she could be near to his ear and murmur,

"I love you."

Wyatt let out a small, low moan and turned his head to capture her lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss as he increased the pace of his thrusts, hips pushing to hers in a rougher manner, angling himself to hit that spot inside her each time. He let go of one of her hands to take a hold of her thigh, pushing it aside a little so he could hit a deeper angle. He pulled his lips away a little and rested their foreheads together, little grunts of pleasure escaping him now and then. Hope instantly bit down on her lip once his lips had released her, a hand coming up to cup his face, her forehead resting against his intimately, and she maintained the rolling of her hips, arching her spine to be closer to him every now and again, and she held her legs open wider for him, moaning much louder as this improved everything she was feeling, so much so that the velocity of the pleasure became overwhelming, at times, and Hope had to hold onto Wyatt for dear life, as he rocked her, a little roughly now, not that she minded, she wanted it rough, as long as she got as much of Wyatt as she could, she was more than happy to comply. Wyatt hitched her legs up and around his waist, before he swiftly flipped their positions and sat back against the headboard with her in his lap. Their position meant that he could really push up into her, getting all of her sweet spots and making her really feel it. He snapped his hips up and gripped her hips, leaning forward to kiss and suck over her chest, leaving small blossoms of hickies over her skin that faded in mere seconds, they were so delicate - a contrast to the drive of his hips and the clutch of his hands. He drew her as close as possible to him, craving her more than ever. Hope also felt the agonising need to be close to him, and so pressed her lips to his cheek, moaning softly against the skin there, her arms looping around his neck, her mouth eventually finding his, kissing him sloppily, as she was being jogged about so much, smiling into the kiss, amused at how difficult it was to actually kiss him like this. She started to assist him with the intercourse, rising and falling in time with his own motions, her body pulled flush against his.

Wyatt let out a breathless noise of amusement and groaned into her skin, turning his face into her neck and biting down on the juncture of muscle between her neck and shoulder. He licked over where he'd bitten and traced his tongue up to her earlobe, nipping softly and flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh before ducking his head down and circling his tongue around a nipple, taking it between his teeth lightly before sucking gently, fingers moving to tease at her clit as he fucked up into her. Hope let her head fall back in bliss, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head a little, and her hands remaining on his shoulders, gripping on, until she removed one and placed it on the headboard, gripping onto that instead, nails digging into it. She groaned in a drawn out fashion, bringing her head back up to gaze down at him, watching what he was doing intently, she grinded herself down onto him when appropriate and gasped each time she did so. Wyatt felt his stomach muscles clench and tighten as he drew closer to the edge, and his pace quickened considerably, wanting to overwhelm her and bring her to the brink, push her over the edge. He brought his fingers to his mouth, eyes meeting hers as he did so, and licked over them, wetting them, before he returned them to their previous position, working her most sensitive areas as he drove hard inside her. Hope's eyes widened as she watched him, touching on his eyes, creating contact for a moment, but then she was distracted by his fingers, and then she whimpered, anticipating what was to come, and when it did come, she brought herself down to cling onto him, a hand cupping the back of his head, another hand clinging onto his shoulder, arms wrapped around him intimately, and she moaned and whimpered and gasped into his shoulder, the sounds she was making becoming a little more high pitched as she too began to feel that familiar tension.

Wyatt let out a gruff noise as he flipped them over once again, bracing an arm by her head and wrapping her legs around him once again, pushing a pillow beneath her hips to keep her angled upwards so he could hit that spot inside of her deeply, his fingers resuming their previous ministrations. He caught her mouth with his, a rough, hot kiss, more their mouths occasionally working together before slipping apart with his vigorous thrusts. He made a low noise and buried his face into her neck, sucking over her sensitive spot with a mumbled "Love you", eyes falling shut as the sensations overwhelmed him, the arch of her body and the sound of her moans spurring him on, bringing him so close. Hope was left mostly useless at this point, and could only arch her spine and make vocal additions to the noises in the room, her eyes closed, her face communicating nothing but love and pleasure, she smiled upon hearing his mini confession and leaned up so he could hear her reply,

"Love you, too" She breathed out and then moaned, close to his ear, she moved away so as to not be as loud as she desired to be right near his ear, arching her spine in an extreme way as her climax neared her, and the moment Wyatt came into contact with the sensitive spot on her neck, she felt her walls tightening around him, clenching, and then she cried out in pleasure, and toppled over the edge into bliss, clinging to him for dear life. Once she had come down from her high, she worked on helping to get him to the same place, pressing light kisses to his face, murmuring things to him, her hands tracing sensually along his V-line and up and across his abs, she brought them back down to his pelvis and then grinded herself up to meet him when she could. It wasn't longer after Hope's release that Wyatt found his own, and with a stutter of his hips, a helpless sort of low moan punched out of him, and he buried his face into her neck, gasping through it as he emptied pushed forward and stilled inside her, releasing into the latex. His eyes were screwed shut as his body shuddered, lips trailing soft, affectionate kisses over Hope's shoulder as he slowly came down from his high. He collapsed on top of her then, though no harshly or too heavily, still maintaining an element of control and balance. He simply stayed there for a moment, breathing into her shoulder, before he carefully pulled out, removing the condom and tying it at the end, throwing it into the bin. With a huff, he dropped down next to her and pulled her in against his side, their skin sweat-slick and sticking. Hope laughed tiredly and rolled over to curl into his side, meeting him halfway, she didn't care about the sheen of sweat that she shared in common, resting her head on his shoulder, sighing in satisfaction, blinking a little dazedly and staring serenely up at the ceiling. She extended her hearing to the twin's room, taking a moment to block everything else out and make sure they were okay before allowing herself to relax for any longer. Once happy that they were safe and happy and sound, she closed her eyes and pressed a kiss to Wyatt's sweaty chest, once again not caring for the sweat. Wyatt chuckled a little, still partially breathless and his throat a little dry as a consequence of the way he'd exerted himself during their sex. He wrapped Hope up in his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes as he tucked his face against her hair, relaxing against her. He was quite content to lay there for a long while, maybe even fall asleep that way; but he knew it was a better idea to shower off the sweat they'd worked up. That could wait for a moment, however.

Hope hummed appreciatively and smoothed her hand up from his chest to the back of his neck, hugging him closer,

"I love you," she sighed quietly, having realised she hadn't been the first one to say it all day, as Wyatt had been doing so. She listened to his heartbeat but was disrupted by the pain she could sense in his throat, the dryness, whatever it was that was troubling him, her powers were tugging at her, informing her of their existence, and so she placed her hand attentively to his throat, and rid him of the troubles, yet again using her powers, and then settled down once again. Wyatt glanced down at Hope as her hand came to rest against his throat, whatever she was doing serving to make him feel better. He gave her a grateful little smile, though shook his head with fond amusement.

"You didn't need to do that," he told her softly, "but thank you." He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her lips, before drawing back a little to murmur against them. "And I love you too."

Hope nodded sagely, a pleased little smile playing on her lips,

"I didn't have to, no, but I could, and so I did." She muttered back, tracing along his collarbone, peering up at him with a small smile, tiredness taking over a little now. Wyatt nodded a little with a small hum and tugged the blankets over them, uncaring at this point. They could always shower in the morning and change the sheets.

"You sleepy, huh?" He assumed, smiling gently. Hope squirmed a little and chuckled, nodding in a slightly exaggerated matter,

"That obvious, huh?" She answered, imitating his still of questioning, "Can you blame me? How are you not tired?" She asked suddenly, waking up a little, raising an eyebrow at him, but then she stared at him too long, as she couldn't resist leaning down to peck his lips. Wyatt chuckled a little, quirking his eyebrows and wriggling them a little before leaning up to meet her halfway, kissing her lips gently before he pulled back again and looked up at her with a faint amusement.

"I have a lot of stamina," he told her with a small shrug, licking his lips. Hope rolled her eyes, reluctantly amused and not at all surprised, and glancing over to her mocha, where it had been disregarded on the bedside table. She scowled at it, pouting slightly at the loss, and then sighed, shaking her head almost tragically, deciding it was nothing, she would have sacrificed much more for sex with Wyatt. She remembered at that point that he was able to hear her thoughts and abruptly brought an end to her thought process, quirking an eyebrow at him. Wyatt snorted and hid his face into a pillow, shoulders shaking under the force of his restraint as he tried to avoid outright laughing at her. He gave up the pretense when she slapped him between the shoulder blades, however, snorting and beginning to cackle a little freely. He slowly simmered down into a chuckle and shook his head with an amused sigh, grinning at her.

"We can stick it in the microwave, y'know," he told her casually, playing with the ends of her hair.

Hope mock glared at him and shrugged, watching his progress with her hair, a little mesmerised for some reason, perhaps it was the odd delicacy of the motion. She shook her head lazily,

"We'd have to get out of bed. I'm much too comfortable for that." She replied simply, picking up the packet that held the incense from Wyatt's side of the bed, where it had been left on the bedside table, and examined the packet, humming lightly as she read over it.

Wyatt glanced at her as she took hold of the incense and scanned over the packet, nodding his head a little, before he returned his gaze to her face. He hummed a little and decided that he agreed, settling down more comfortably into the nest of pillows and blankets again. He sighed with a small yawn, closing his eyes.

Hope's own yawn had been triggered by his own, and so, with a huff, she put the packet back and then scooted over to snuggle up to him, ducking under his outstretched arm, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, stretching within his embrace. Hope felt the warm comfort of sleep beckoning her, and she was happy to just fall into the void, cuddled up to her naked fiance, the room still smelling like mocha and that incense, their babies safe and healthy and sound asleep in the other room.

Wyatt tugged a blanket high over them, wrapping his arms around his fiancee with a happy noise. He buried his face into the back of her neck, breathing in the heady scent of her and their interactions, before he settled, comfortable and sated, against her back, and felt himself being lulled into a state of restfulness.

[time jump]

Hope awoke the next morning feeling weirdly calm and well rested, which was only weird because she always woke up with a degree of panic, everyday after the twins had been born, her vulnerable mind always fearing the worst, or freaking out over the fact her bump wasn't there. But not today. Today she woke up with a smile on her face, she blinked sleepily and tried to roll over to see Wyatt but she was locked too securely in his embrace, and so had to crane her neck to see him.

Wyatt was still asleep, his arm slung over Hope's waist, keeping her close and near to his side, laying on his front with his head stuffed into the pillows, breathing softly and evenly against the sheets, his face looking relaxed and peaceful, serene in a way that it never was when he was awake. He stirred a little, licking his lips in his sleep, making a small mumbling noise.

Hope eventually managed to get herself turned around so that she was facing him, and ghosted her fingers over the details of his face, careful not to wake him, her eyes travelling lovingly over the way he looked in the morning light, the sunlight filtered in through the window. Wyatt never allowed her to draw the curtains, and so there was nothing to act as a barrier against it, so it filled the entire room. It was nice, though, it was warm, and as the windows were closed, the warmth was all they experienced of the Autumn morning weather. She stretched subtly in his arms and rubbed at her eyes, not taking them off his sleeping form once.

Wyatt twitched a little in his sleep at the sensation of Hope's fingers on his face. His body tensed up instantly, like prey sensing its stalker, stilling and about to lash out in defense, before he blinked a little with closed eyes and gained a little more consciousness, realising it was Hope beside him. He let out a sleepy sigh and slowly roused himself, eyelashes fluttering a little against his cheekbones as he brought a fist up to rub the sleep away from his eyelids. He blinked his eyes open and slowly adjusted to the morning light, vision a little bleary until it cleared up and he could take in the sight of Hope next to him.

Hope waited patiently, watching him with a small adoring smile, she retracted her hand and hummed sleepily, stretching out like a cat, the blanket had fallen off her for the most part and the sunlight blanketed at her instead, and the warmth of it was blissful. She brought her attention back to Wyatt and greeted him as he woke with a tentative, light little kiss,

"Morning." She mumbled, sighing happily.

Wyatt hummed and made a sleepy, non-committal reply, still mostly out of it as he always was during the mornings. He didn't do well with them, evidently. He hummed a little and puckered his lips slightly in response to the kiss, but didn't much more than that, simply letting his eyes shut again.

Hope chuckled and let him be, she stretched further and then managed to slip out from under his arm, blurring off into the bathroom and having a shower. She stepped out fifteen minutes later and dried off quickly, using her powers to assist herself, and then got ready, applying the barest minimum of makeup. She made her way as silently as she could through their room and went to check on the twins, finding them to have woken up moments before she had walked in. Hope cooed and scooped them up and fed and changed them, and then carried them through with her to her and Wyatt's room, cuddling up on her side of the bed with them in her arms, waiting patiently for Wyatt to wake up.

Wyatt groaned a little and rolled onto his back at the sounds and motions of Hope and the twins next to him. He groaned a little and ran his fingers through his hair with a deep sigh, grumbling at being disturbed when he didn't want to be before huffing and pushing up onto his elbows. He licked his lips and glanced to his side, eyeing the children in his fiancee's arms, before he sniffed and shuffled out of the bed, making his way into the shower.

Hope raised an eyebrow and grimaced a little, sad that she'd woken him,

"Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to wake you." She murmured to him, stroking his cheek as he sat up, eyes following him as he made his way to the bathroom. She sighed peaceably once he'd gone and rocked her children, humming a mesmerising tune, watching them fondly as they drifted off to sleep again. She'd picked up on the fact they were tired.

Wyatt returned not ten minutes later with his hair ruffled messily from the towel, still damp, and the towel he'd used was wrapped low on his hips as he wandered back into the bedroom and moved over to his drawers. He pulled on a pair of boxers and jeans, forgoing a shirt for the meantime, before disappearing back into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Once he'd applied deodorant and finally finished in there, he returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed next to Hope with a small huff, taking one of the children from her with a certain seriousness about his face that always graced his features whenever he was within close proximity to the twins.

Hope watched him bemusedly, she was settled down and comfortable with Cassia wrapped up in her arms, once he had taken Jakobe she slowly brought the other arm up to properly cradle her daughter, stroking from her temple down to just above her chin with one delicate finger, offering Cassia a finger to cling to, which she eagerly took. Hope wriggled her a finger, watching with a small amused huff as Cassia stared unblinkingly at it with wide, bewildered eyes, and then ceased the motion, patting her daughter lightly with the hand that was below her and staring out of the window, getting caught up in the way the pallette of the sky blended together.

Wyatt glanced away from Jakobe to look at Hope for a moment, a fond smile crossing his features as he admired the distant look in her eyes. He leaned over and pressed a small kiss to her cheek, nudging his nose against her temple afterwards before settling down against her and cradling Jakobe to his chest. He lightly rocked the sleeping baby but did nothing much more than that, content to simply enjoy the close proximity of his lover and his children, his family. Their family. It'd been forever and a year ago, it seemed, since he'd had a family; but now he was finally settled, it seemed. Or as settled as a vampire could be. He had the love of his life and two beautiful children with her, and they were simply sitting quietly in their shared room with the Autumn morning light pouring in through the windows.

Hope smiled as his lips came into contact with her cheek, and hummed in appreciation, turning her face in towards him a little, glancing down towards Cassia as she woke up suddenly, seemingly sensing her father's proximity, and reached for him, doing little grabby hands, and so she motioned for Wyatt to swap with her, and when he had, she held Jakobe up to kiss him on the cheek, before lying him down on her chest, bracing him there securely,

"We need to introduce them to people soon," she commented serenely, as a side point to him.

Wyatt huffed a little and glanced down at Cassia as he and Hope swapped the children between themselves, lips curling a little at the idea and brow drawing down into a displeased sort of furrow. As much as he wanted to show their babies off, he was reluctant to expose them to the outside world. He knew what a cruel, dastardly place it could be, and such was no place for his delicate, innocent little babies. He cradled Cassia to his chest, her head against his slow, sluggish-beating heart. He sighed and nodded a little, agreeing with her - albeit reluctantly.

Hope widened her eyes at his reaction and then nodded slowly in agreement, reading his expression as if he had just written his thoughts down on paper,

"Oh, don't worry, they're not going outside just yet. No further than this property. The visitors are coming to us, in the comfort of our own home." She assured him determinedly, giving him a small smile, hoping it would settle him somewhat. She hummed thoughtfully and tried to picture how Klaus would react to the babies.

Wyatt let out a small sigh of relief and nodded his head, a more relaxed posture gracing him now. He hummed a little and lightly trailed his fingertips over the back of Cassia's neck with a light, fluttery touch, gentle over her baby skin.