"You look so sad."
Historia looked up in time to see the dark figure standing above her. She couldn't see his face, but she didn't need to in order to tell who it was. He had come at long last. She sat up in her rocking chair but immediately slumped again when the movement jolted her back painfully. Her back pains were getting worse with how large her stomach was getting, but the doctor said it was a natural side effect of the baby's growth. She still couldn't help but wish that the child would just pop out already instead of getting impossibly bigger and bigger.
"It's been a while, I know." He continued. She wished she could see his face, just to tell what he might've been thinking. Was he disappointed to see her living with another man? Was he jealous? Or was he indifferent like he had been lately. Indifferent to the world around him, as if he were just walking through the motions. "I didn't have time to visit."
"That's okay." She put on her best smile in hopes that it would cure whatever strange tension was between them. Why couldn't they go back to the way they were, when they could talk for hours without interruption. "Would you like to come inside?" The very thought of standing up made her want to groan in pain, but she would do it for him. All he had to do was ask.
"Sure." He began walking towards the open door and she attempted to go with him, but the moment she started to sit up, the baby rolled and she gasped. A hand flew to her stomach while the other steadied her against something firm. She panted to herself, squeezing her eyes shut with the baby's movements. Damn, they couldn't just find a spot and stay there for a little while?! Why were they always moving around so much! First it was kicking, and now rolling?!
Once the baby stilled, she let out a heavy sigh before standing up again. This time, she was able to look and see that Eren was right in front of her, his hand holding her back as his other held hers. Oh. She hadn't grabbed the chair like she thought. She grabbed his hand. That did make more sense, since the rocking chair would've moved and she might've even fallen. "Thank you." She whispered and slowly found her footing.
Without another word, the two of them headed inside. She didn't miss how Eren kept his hands on her as they walked or even how his hold tensed as he looked around the room. It was almost funny if the knowledge of his paranoia didn't break her heart a little bit. She left his side to stand next to the kitchen counter, already beginning to fill up a cup of water for him. She hesitated for a moment before filling one for herself as well. She had gotten thirsty while staring out there.
"John left for the market yesterday and said he wouldn't be back until late." She called out without looking at Eren. "You don't have to keep looking around for him."
When she turned back around, she could clearly see how Eren's eyes widened slightly, his hands up in defense. "No, I wasn't- that's not what I was doing." He had pink along his cheeks and the tight made her want to just rush over to him and throw her arms around him. He was starting to feel more familiar now and it was amazing to see. When was the last time she saw him blush? Hell, she hadn't even seen his eyes change in a long time.
She gave him a smile and walked forward, only stopping once she was a little less than a foot away. She noted their height difference as she handed over the cup to him. He took it thankfully and took a small sip, his eyes looking anywhere but at here. He was starting to act like a shy school boy with a crush. It was absolutely adorable.
"You know..." She started, her free hand reaching out to grab at his jacket in a gentle touch. The cloth was rough and filthy, but she didn't really care. She had been wearing this night gown for nearly three days now, anyway. "I've been pretty lonely here, all alone. Don't get me wrong, John is good company and knows how to take care of a farm, but he isn't very...passionate." She chose her words specifically, eyeing Eren closely. It seemed to work if his pause was anything to go off of.
There was a long silence between them, so long that Historia almost feared that she was reading this all wrong and Eren had really only visited to tell her some boring old news about his plan or something, but then he spoke up. "Historia, I would like to take care of you while I can...but aren't you in a relationship?"
Ah, that was what he hesitated about. She couldn't help but giggle to herself, loving how clueless he was. "No, not really." She admitted, her hand now tugging slightly at his jacket. He took a step towards her but got no closer. "He was an old friend, nothing more than that. In fact, he wasn't even the one who gave me this little baby either."
Now, the blush was very clear on his cheeks but he didn't look away. She risked touching him more, placing a steady hand onto his chest and just feeling his heart beat. It was hammering and that thought made a hungry part of her rise up. It really had been so long since she was with anyone like this. With Eren, at least. She wanted him so badly and she didn't care how uncomfortable it may be with a child inside of her. She wanted him.
"Eren." She whispered, her breath ghosting against his lips as she rose onto the tips of her toes. "Make love to me the way you did back then."
Within moment, his hands were on her as all caution was tossed aside. He held her jaw firmly but gently as he kissed her openly. She yelped in shock at the sudden touch but quickly sunk into it as she felt up and down his chest, wishing that there were less layers between them. As she pressed into his lips hungrily, wanting to taste every piece of him, her small fingers played against the edge of his jacket, slowly slipping it off. Once she had slid his arms through the holes, she threw it to the table, where it hung on a chair.
"Eren," She panted as she took a step back. "Undress me. Please." She was already starting to unbutton her how dress, but his hands overtook her own, following her instructions. She watched with a thrilling excitement as she slowly became exposed to him. He slid the fabric past her shoulders once he could but she held it over her stomach for a moment, suddenly feeling self-conscious. It wasn't that she looked ugly, but it wasn't something Eren had seen yet. What if he didn't like how her belly button now popped out slightly? What if he thought it was strange or foreign? What if it was a turn off?
A hand landed on her cheek and she looked up to him, his eyes shinning as he stared back at her. "Historia." He whispered it, his hot breath doing wonders to her. "I don't care what you look like. I want to fuck you into the ground, okay?"
Oh, well if he was going to be so bold about it, then he could certainly have his way. With a smile, she let the dress slide off and pool around her feet. She wasn't completely naked, not yet at least, but she was still very much exposed. Her bra didn't exactly fit anymore and they were nearly spilling out of their confines. He gasped softly, his expression hazy as he touched her breast gently. She watched with curiosity as he ran his fingers over the skin there. She nearly shouted at him to just rip off her bra and go for it, but she held herself back.
"Historia." He gasped, his other hand moving to the other breast and he kneaded them into his palms gently. They didn't fit in his hands anymore. Not the way they used to.
"Show me just how much you love them, then." She challenged, knowing it would get him fired up. Even like this, he was so easy to rile up.
In moments, he was kissing her again and she grabbed onto his shirt needily. She started trailing her fingers lower and lower until they met the end of his shirt and she slid them underneath, touching his toned muscles. Oh, she loved his muscles so much. She knew that she had her own before, but now they were all lost in her extra fat. And the fact that all she did was sit in a rocking chair all day didn't help much either.
Her back hit the table and she gasped softly, not expecting the impact. He continued to press into her mouth like he owned it and he accepted every hot kiss openly, ready to give herself away to him. She was his just as much as he was hers. They belonged together and-
"Wait." Everything suddenly stopped as Eren pulled away, her skin going cold where his hands once were. Her own hands refused to stop touching him, but even that touch suddenly felt wrong as well. "Wait. Can I...can I fuck you without hurting the baby? I know It won't..." His cheeks were getting pink again but she didn't interrupt. "I know I'm not going to hit them or anything, but the position might be hard on your back, or it could bend you wrong."
Honestly, she didn't really care if she ended up with more back pains after this. All she wanted was to get that amazing pleasure, but he might have a point. Her delivery date was coming up soon and if she wasn't careful, things could go wrong. The doctor put extra emphasis on keeping her physical activity lower than usual and even this was proving to be a lot.
"But maybe we can do something else." He suggested. Without another word, he lifted her up onto the table, letting her lay back until she was only staying up by her elbows. Honestly, the position was a lot better for the weight on her front, but staying like that would soon give her aches.
As if reading her mind, he grabbed his jacket and tucked it under her elbows so that they didn't hit the table as hard. With that, he turned his hands to his pants and pulled them down just enough for his erection to come out. The sudden change in mood made her feel slightly awkward, but it soon gave away to that hot, needy feeling once again.
"Eren..." She pulled at him, wanting to get closer and finally feel the pleasure she had been anticipating for so long now. Her hunger turned into confusion as he left her and went around the side of the table, returning above her head. She sat back fully now, her head tilted up to meet his but he didn't lock eyes with her. Instead, he crawled over the table as well until his cock was hovering just above her mouth. Starting to understand what he wanted, she eagerly reached up for him but before she could get her mouth on him, he was moving again. "Eren, wha-"
"Shhh." He soothed her with a gentle touch on her shoulder before he settled just in front of her head. He wasn't sitting on her, otherwise he would be right on her neck. Instead, he was crouched over and his elbow settled on either side of her hips. She waited for a moment before the position became clear and her excitement returned. Oh, she knew what he wanted.
She reached around him to press her breasts together, right over where his erection touched between them and he immediately started moving into them, his pants breathing out over her stomach. She then felt his hands gently spread her thighs and a finger pressed against her clit.
"Eren!" She gasped and tossed her head back. She could practically feel herself begin to drip with slick and the moisture building between her breasts was a heavenly feeling. Her thighs shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her and it only built as another pair of fingers rubbed against her folds. "Oh, fuck!"
"You feel...so tight, Historia." Eren panted above her, his own groans mixing into the air with her own. It felt amazing, beyond euphoric and it was all with the man she loved so dearly. "It's been...it's been way too lo-long." His hips started to move faster, the friction making obscene sounds as he thrust into her over and over again. Oh, if only he could properly fuck her. She would love to feel him.
She was getting close, that much she could already tell. He seemed to be as well, especially with how he started to drip pre-cum all over her stomach. If she could, she would lick it off to show him how good she was, but she couldn't. Not like this. The thought was still enough to bring her closer, though, and the hypothetical approval he would give made her shout out as she began shaking.
"Fill me, please! I n-need you!" She begged, her toes curling and her hands fisting into his jacket. If it ripped than she wouldn't care. All she wanted was that sweet release.
Just as she asked, two fingers sunk into her and she could barely hold back the sounds she was making. With every rub and press she felt inside of her, she let out a punctuated "fuck" or "yes". As the coiling in her stomach finally pressed just enough, she erupted into spasms, unable to control how she tensed and shook with the pleasure she felt. She could barely hear him panting above her as well, his own climax coming soon after.
For a moment, they were both quiet, just taking in the moment together, but then he withdrew his fingers and pushed himself to the side of her. He looked so amazing with that after sex expression. He was loose now, far less tense than he was coming into her home. And it was all because of her.
After another long moment, he finally spoke up. "Let me clean you up, okay?" He whispered it and grabbed at his jacket to wipe up the mess he left on her stomach, as well as what she had spilled onto the table. It was embarrassing, but she knew he didn't mind, so she didn't dwell on it. Once that was done, he stuffed himself back into his pants and then jumped off of the table, the furniture shaking slightly with the impact. He then helped her to her feet and she would've probably stubbled without him there.
She wasn't sure what to say, whether she should thank him or suggest that they shower or something, but instead, she chose to pull him into a hug instead. He jumped at first but the held her back. He even planted a kiss on her messy hair and she felt completely relaxed now. Relaxed and absurdly tired.
"Let's got to bed for a little bit, okay?" She suggested and he nodded, his gentle hands guiding her back to her bedroom as if he knew the way himself. This was nice, so very nice. She just hoped that she could do this again sometime soon.
YO! I know it's been forever, I'm sorry about that. Don't worry if you think I've forgotten about your prompt. I'm just doing this in a specific order. Your ideas may be the next to come up! Who knows, but I promise I will get to them. Now, I hope you liked this part two, since the first was so short.