Okay, everyone. This chapter ran away from me. It is an M rated chapter for obvious reasons. If M is not your cup of tea then press the back button and come back when chapter ten is up and back to normal ratings. You have been warned, Adult content in this chapter. If you skip it to chapter ten you won't have missed anything, I just got carried away, and so did Boyd and Frankie. If you do proceed, I hope you enjoy it.
Standing on Frankie's doorstep he felt his palms sweating, the bags in his hand slipping. He had rung the doorbell and was stood waiting for her to answer. The longer she took the move worried he was getting. He was just about again when he saw the hall light come on, saw her waddle along the hall until she was stood opening the door to him.
"Hey." The huge smile on his face quickly disappearing when he saw her face. "Frankie, what's wrong? Is the baby okay? Are you okay?" Watching the tears roll down Frankie's face.
"Come in." She managed to say as she wiped at her face.
Entering the house he quickly placed the bags on the floor and turned back to Frankie. He didn't say anything just opened his arms, letting her make the decision as to what she wanted. For someone six months pregnant she could sure move fast when she wanted. One minute she was at the door the next she was pressed against his chest sideways hanging onto him like her very life depended on him.
"It's okay, I've got you. Are you and the baby okay?" Feeling her nod her head against his chest.
The tension in his body seemed to lessen when he found out both she and the baby were okay. Pregnant women were hormonal, going for sobbing for an hour to screaming fits of rage at the drop of a hat. Something had upset Frankie, and he was going to find out what. Holding her close he stroked the hair, kissed her temple, whispered words of comfort in her ear as she stood sobbing. Frankies sobbing changed to long ragged breaths, then to hiccups. She looked up at him and gave him a watery smile, feeling him brush away the tears on her face.
"You okay now?" Kissing her temple one last time as she took a step back.
She didn't answer, just nodded her head a little.
"Come and sit down so you can tell me what's got you so worked up." Taking her hand and leading them through to the living room.
"It's nothing. Something stupid that my hormones blew out of proportion. Sorry about your shirt." Boyd looking down at the huge wet patch on his chest.
"It'll dry. So what was it? What turned my tough, fearless, stubborn, hard-headed Frankie into a sobbing mess?" Her quick smile at his choice of words worth the effort.
"You'll think it's stupid." Sitting down and looking up at Boyd.
"Nothing is stupid when you're pregnant. I've had everything from the toilet seat being up to not changing the empty toilet roll. Come one, I promise I won't laugh." Her hand rubbing the side of her bump as he watched her.
"The bulb went in the bedroom. I got a new one out but couldn't reach to change it. In my last place, I just stood on the bed and reached up. I tried that this time, but little madam wouldn't let me." Boyd turning a funny shade of grey as he pictured Frankie stood up on the bed.
"You could have hurt yourself, or fallen, or anything could have happened." Sitting down beside her and sliding his arm along the back of the settee so he could touch her and stop the thoughts and images flashing through his mind. "You knew I was coming over, I can change it. Promise me, Frankie. Promise me you won't do something like that again." Frankie looking directly into his eyes as she heard the fear and concern mixed in his speech.
Leaning closer to her he placed a kiss on her forehead, both his arms wrapping around her as he took deep calming breaths. Frankie had become his world again. In the blink of an eye, she was all that mattered to him. Her and the baby of course.
"Thanks for not laughing. I keep forgetting you're not new to this baby and hormone thing." Trying to look sheepish but falling when the baby kicked and caught Boyd's side at the same time.
"Someone is feeling left out and wants daddy's attention to." The baby moving around more and catching Boyd a couple more times before he lifted his hand and placed it on Frankie's top.
"Hey, baby. Give your mum a break. It's tough being the one on the outside." The baby seeming to still as he talked. "That's better. Now, how about you go to sleep for a bit while your mum has a bath and I cook us all tea. You think you can do that for you me?" Boyds calm, relaxed voice calming and soothing the baby straight away.
"You know how I joked last night about not letting you go. I mean it even more now. She's gone back to sleep." Both watching for any sign of movements.
"She likes hearing your voice, even if she doesn't know who you are yet."
"While she's sleeping you want to take that bath? I bought everything for tea so can do that while you relax." One arm still around Frankie and the other on her bump as they talked.
"If you'll help me. I just don't feel confident enough getting in and out. My balance has gone to hell now." Fear flashing across Boyd's face at her confession.
"Yet you'll stand on a bed to change a lightbulb." Blowing air through his nose as he sighed.
"Point taken. Now help me upstairs so I can go take a bath." Sounding like a kid on Christmas Day at the prospect of a bath.
They stood in the bathroom together, Boyd running the bath while Frankie stood shifting her hair about before removing her clothes. He had his back to her checking the bathwater when she stripped her clothes off, standing naked as he swirled the water with his hand and turned the taps off.
"All d," his jaw-dropping and speech abandoning him as he turned to face a complete naked Frankie.
Frankie went red, from the tips of her ears, across her cheeks and neck, and down the valley between her breasts. Her rounded breasts that had most definitely filled out since he last saw her naked. Her nipples were erect, no doubt from a mix of his scrutiny and the cooler air hitting them. Her areolas were now darker as well, her skin looking pale in comparison to the dark brown they had become. His jeans were now way to tight, his erection digging in painfully against the zip.
"Let's," clearing his throat so his voice wasn't a high pitched screech. "Let's get you in the bath." Holding out his hand but totally misjudging his coordination as his little finger grazed the side of her breast.
He groaned, she moaned, but neither of them moved.
"I am so horny right now." Frankie's words making Boyd's head shoot up so fast he was surprised he didn't have whiplash.
"Not what I needed to hear right now Frankie. So not helping the situation." Shifting his legs trying to relieve the pressure in the front of his jeans.
"And so are you by the look of that bulge in your jeans, unless you came armed of course." Both of them now looking at his groin.
"Frankie!" Boyd growled as she took a step closer.
"What? I'm only saying what we're both feeling. We made a baby together, Boyd. That's why we're here, like this. Don't you dare say you don't still feel that connection? I hoped by leaving I would get over you, move on. But I can't, we need you, I need you." Frankie's hand cupping his jaw and tilting his head so she could look at him.
The fire burning in his eyes was so raw, so primal, it stole Frankie's breath away. She closed the gap between them, his hand coming to rest on her hips as she stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to his. The feel of her lips on his was the catalyst, his mouth claiming hers in a deep and meaningful kiss. His hand stayed on her hips, she was in charge of this.
"You have too many clothes on." Pushing her hands under his t-shirt and gathering it under his arms.
Boyd pulled away, but only far enough so she could pull his t-shirt off. His lips were back on her body as soon as it was off, her neck, her throat, her shoulder. Frankie's hands weren't ideal, his belt, button and zip being unfasten as his jeans fell to the floor. When her hand brushed across the front of his boxers he bit her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark on her pale skin.
"Definitely not armed then." Frankie's words husky and low as she stroked him through his shorts.
"Oh, it's armed and ready to go off if you keep doing that." Not being able to stop the involuntary thrust of his hips as he flicked his tongue over her nipple making her squeeze his erection.
"Bedroom now. The bathroom is not somewhere to have sex when you're six months pregnant." Giving his erection one last stroke before letting go of Boyd completely.
Boyd followed Frankie to the bedroom, his eyes roaming her naked body. When they entered the bedroom Frankie swore when she flicked the light switch and nothing happened.
"Where did you put the bulb?" Pushing open the bedroom door wider so he could see what he was doing.
Frankie groped around on the cabinet until she found the light bulb, passing it to Boyd. Taking the bulb Boyd climbed on the bed and removed the old one, passing it to Frankie so he could put the new one it. As the bulb connected with the fitting, it came on, momentarily heating up the bulb and blinding him.
"Shit, sorry." Frankie quickly turning the light off so he could finish changing the bulb.
Boyd stepped down from the bed and Frankie turned the light back on, putting the popped bulb on the chest of drawers.
"Now, where were we?" Frankie grabbing his boxers and pulling him closer.
Soon his boxers were around his ankles and he was thrusting into Frankie's hand.
"Loaded weapon, Frankie." Cupping her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
Frankie looked at the bed then up at Boyd, her mind working out the logistics of the situation.
"Here, let me lead." Sitting on the edge of the bed and running his hands up and down her thighs.
Frankie opened her legs wider, felt Boyd's hands move up the inside of her thighs. When he touched her she all but screamed, her hands grabbing his shoulders as his fingers moved against her flesh. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back as he worked her body into a frenzy.
"Boyd, I need you." Frankie managing to actually string words together through her sexual frustrated haze.
"You want to be on top?" Looking up as Frankie considered the position.
Boyd lay back on the bed, moving up just enough so Frankie could climb on top. His toes still touched the floor, so Frankie would be able to get herself settled on top no problem. Frankie looked him up and down, using her hands on his chest to support her weight as her knees brushed the outside of his thighs. She felt his erection brush between her spread legs, her moisture coating him as he reached for her. Sitting up straight she used one hand to keep her supported while the other hand guided him to her entrance. Slowly lowering her body onto his she took him inside her body, the feeling of him deep inside her bringing back so many memories and emotions.
"Who knew sex would feel this good." Frankie starting to rock her hips as Boyd lifted himself up on his elbows so he could watch her.
"Fuck, Frankie. You have no idea how hot this is." Bucking his hips making Frankie give a low throaty groan.
Frankie quickened her movements, his erection sliding in and out of her as she rode him. Soon her movements became erratic, her climax growing closer and closer. Boyd was close to his own release, but he wasn't getting in deep enough.
"Frankie, lifted off, let me try something." Holding Frankie's hips so she stopped moving.
When Frankie was standing up he sat at the end of the bed and turned her so she was facing away from him. Taking hold of his erection he put his hand on her hip, guiding her back so she sat on him, her legs either side of his so he could support her weight but still use her feet for leverage. With one hand on her hip, he guided her movements, feeling himself slide in deeper than before. Boyd moved his free hand under her bump and slid it between her legs, rubbing her hard and fast as she started to climax. It wasn't until he felt her contracting around him did he grip her hips with both hands and thrust his hips a couple of times, his own climax finally surging through him. Keeping his hands on her hips he sat forward a little and kissed her back, feeling her lean into him as he slid his hands up and on to her bump. The baby was awake again and going mad, limbs and joints sticking out all over.
"I don't think she's impressed with her parents having sex." Frankie's hand joining his as their daughter moved about continuously. "She better get used to though. I want more of what we just did." Frankie going to stand up as she felt Boyd slip out.
"No arguments there. But maybe next time we can do it after you've had a bath, and I've fed you both." Seeing Frankie's whole bump move as the baby stretch out lengthways.
"Cover up before you freeze woman. I'll go top the bath up and you can get in this time." Kissing Frankie's cheek when he stood up.
With her hand ideally stroking her bump, Frankie draped herself with the quilt and waited. Sex has never been a major thing in her life. She was a take it or leave it type of person. Orgasms were a myth, or so she thought. She had had sex with Boyd three times and climaxed three times. She had obviously been having sex with the wrong person. Sliding her hand between her legs she could feel his semen seeping out of her, feel how sensitive she was. Maybe it was sex while pregnant that had made her feel like this, so sensitive, so aware of her own body. Whatever it was it was so worth it.
"Bathroom now, or do you need me need me to carry you inside." Boyd voice drifting through her thoughts.
Frankie climbed in the bath as Boyd supported her, easing her down so she was sitting in the bath. The water was near the top, not giving her much room if she lay back. They both saw the problem at the same time, Boyd easing the plug out just enough so the water drained away slowly. Frankie let herself slip lower, her body becoming submerged in the water. Boys jammed the plug back in when she was lying with her head resting against the back of the bath, her arms along the sides, her bump sticking out the water as her breasts floated.
"This is bliss, thank you." Twinning her fingers with his as he knelt beside the tub.
"Now you're settled I can finally make us some tea." Dropping a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. "Shout when you want to get out, I do not want you trying on your own." Hearing Frankie just hum at him.
He left her to soak, the warm water hopefully doing wonders for her back and feet. When he arrived at her door he had not expected things to progress so quickly. Graces words played over in his head as he considered where to go from there. He wanted her, she wanted him, and they were having a baby. It all seemed so perfect, but it was far from it. They needed to talk, talk about everything that had and hadn't happened. That was the only way they could move on, look to the future as individuals, and as a couple if that's how things panned out.