A/N: Mizia: thanks so much for the sweet review! I'm glad you like it, and
yes, I have just updated! I will more now that school's out. Keep telling
me what you think. Love GQSA
After dinner, the clock struck eleven and everyone was retiring in the parlor, sipping coffees and delicately plucking at an overly rich, undesirably thick raspberry-filled torte of some kind. Georgie yawned and opened her mouth tiredly as Dillon lowered the fork to her lips.
She let the cake enter and contorted her face, cringing as she swallowed. Dillon laughed slightly. Georgie played her tongue around in her mouth, as if it would magically rid itself of the grotesque flavor. Finally, she gave up and reached out, her hand just not making it to the coffee table where Dillon's water glass sat. He leaned out and got it for her, and she guzzled about half of it before finally coming up for air and sighing a deep breath of relief.
"Hmmm, tired," she murmured, leaning against his shoulder.
"Okay, you wanna leave?" he murmured back, between kisses on her forehead.
"Most definitely. I am exhausted." Georgie reached up and combed her fingers through her hair. "I wanna go to sleep."
"I'll get our coats." Dillon stood up and walked out into the foyer. At the opposite end, by the door to the kitchen, was the coat closet. As he approached it, he heard the clickering of high heels on wood, and turned his head back. It was Emily, walking briskly over by him.
"Hey, Hair," she said, laughing. He waved, blushing.
"Oh God, would somebody please make everyone forget about that endearing nickname?" he mock pleaded to God, his eyes closed and hands pressed together in a praying position. Emily laughed and rubbed his shoulder, leaning her head against him. He smiled at her lovingly, but Emily was a better expression-reader than he thought.
"Yeah, you know the Cassadines are still in money trouble?" she said mildly, almost taking Dillion by surprise. She opened the coat closet door and pulled out a pale blue windbreaker. Pointing to it as she put it on, she explained, "It was nasty out there before. First it was a drizzle, but then it began to really downpour!"
"Skye told me. I mean, about the money stuff. Nobody in this family has the ability to keep a secret." Dillon nervously scratched the back of his neck.
"Oh God, it's not a secret! Most people know anyway. However, Nikolas is really worried about it all; he tries to pretend everything's really okay but he is horrible at it." She chuckled to herself.
"I mean, if we were out of debt, this baby would have been planned. It was not planned, but I think it came at the right time, you know? Just when certain things were beginning to fall apart, it has put it back together. Not a perfect fit, but just close enough that we can get through it." Emily smiled one of her famous whole-hearted grins, and pecked Dillon on the cheek. He smiled back.
"Georgie's really happy for you. It's all she can talk about sometimes," he stated, looking out the window at the pouring rain weighing down the verdant plants in front of the mansion.
"What?" Emily inquired.
"Babies. Having one. She really wants to." Emily beamed as Dillon continued to stare pensively.
"Let me ask you a couple of questions, Hair," she said, making his serious expression melt into a loving smirk. She led him over to the stairs, where they sat.
"Shoot," said Dillon.
"Number one. You have a job, right?"
"Yeah. At L&B with Ned."
"Number two. What are your plans for living arrangements?"
"Well, we are temporarily living in the loft at Mac & Felicia's house, but Grandfather just offered us some of the space upstairs if we wanted more room."
"Good! Number three. Does Georgie want to get pregnant or adopt?"
"She wants to have the baby herself. I'm sure of that," he answered confidently.
"Do you want kids?"
"Yeah."
"You love Georgie and she loves you. There's no denying that, is there." It wasn't even a question, but Dillon nodded emphatically. "Dillon, you are both finished with college. You have a source of income and a choice of two great homes. You love each other. You both want kids. Do you want my honest opinion?"
"Yes. I respect your opinion, you know that."
"I honestly think that if you are both in mutual agreement about wanting a baby, and with the living situation that you have, you should do what Georgie wants. If she wants to get pregnant, and this is the right time for you guys, go for it. Children change your life Dillon, for the better. Mine isn't even born yet and I know I am changed.
"Well, Nikolas and I have to get going. It's starting to really pour out there." She stood up, and Dillon followed her lead. They walked back into the parlor and Georgie was looking through a bunch of Nikolas' wallet photos with him; they both laughed and reminisced.
"Ohmigod," Dillon gasped, feigning a pain in his heart. "I knew it. She has been carrying on a worthless affair behind my very back, with the man I loathe the most. I must seek revenge. Lady Emily, kiss me!" He stared at Emily with fake fervor and lust; so much that she burst into a fit of laughter and clutched his shoulder to keep her balance.
"Incest attempt here!" she shrieked, making Edward shake his head and mutter,
"And they think I'm weird."
"Hmmm." Georgie opened the door of her and Dillon's room in the Jones house. Since Maxie had moved away for college, they had knocked out the wall seperating the sisters' rooms and made it one large one for Dillon and Georgie; like a second master bedroom. In the center of the room, against the two windows, was a mahogany four-poster bed covered in deep red pillows and chocolate-colored sheets.
The heavy wind and rain pattered against the window screen and blew the sheer red curtains up into the air. Dillon followed her as she walked over to the windows and began to shut them, the curtains falling softly against the sills. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, making Georgie jump.
"Dillon!" she began to scream, but he lifted a hand and softly covered her mouth.
"Just breathe," he whispered. Then he began to lightly kiss her neck and shoulders, making her squirm. She pulled herself out of his grasp and smiled demurely, biting the left side of her bottom lip in an enticing manner. Dillon cocked his head and tried to put on his best puppydog face, but Georgie put a finger on his cheek, pecked him on the lips, and whispered,
"Hold it, mister." Then she disappeared into the bathroom. Dillon pulled off his sweater and and jeans, put on boxers, and sat on the corner of the bed, beeping through the message machine. There were five messages: "Hey Georgie, it's Max. Just calling to let you know that I'll be coming up for a week or so to visit before I start my internship. I'll call you later with more details. Say hi to Dillon for me, and let Mom and Mac know I called. Thanks. I love you!"
"Dillon, it's Emily. It's late, I know, but I was just calling to make sure you were okay and see if you sorted things out alright with Georgie. Anyway, if you're coming to the Quartermaine-hosted brunch by the boathouse this Sunday, I'll see you then. Don't forget to bring your earplugs; it's gonna be a breeding ground for fighting! Well, I love you. Goodnight."
"Dillon dear, it's your mother. I will be expecting you at the brunch this Sunday. There are some things we need to discuss concerning your grandfather. You can't escape this like you did last time. It is important that you are involved in decisions regarding your grandfather's welfare. Goodnight then."
"Hey Georgie, it is Elizabeth. I heard you guys got back from school; congrats on your graduation. We should get together for lunch. Give me a call. Bye!"
"Ms. Quartermaine, this is Dr. Lewis from Family Planning at General Hospital. I just called to let you know that we have your test results in and everythng is perfect. Call if you have any questions regarding anything and ask for myself or Dr. Greene. Have a wonderful evening."
Dillon sat in awe, staring at the wall. Weekly messages from Maxie, Emily, and Elizabeth were normal. His mother's seemingly threatening but actually harmless message was no shock; he knew she was attempting to throw Edward in Shadybrook Mental Institution again, and that her plan would once again fail. But something for Georgie from the Family Planning center? He mulled it over quickly in his head, and was worried and excited at the same time. Was Georgie pregnant? Was she okay? He didn't know what to think.
Just then, the bathroom door opened and Georgie came out, her curly hair falling loosely and her eyes glimmering with so much emotion. She wore a silky, lacy, short navy blue negligee, and sauntered playfully over to the bed. She put her smooth foot, its nails polished a pearly white color, on Dillon's knee and began to comb her fingers through his hair. He smiled up at her, and suddenly stood up, put his strong, gentle hands under her arms, and lifted her in the air, dropping her softly onto the bed on her back.
She smiled broadly at him, but instead of teasingly pouncing on top of her, he sat cross-legged on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and tilted her head, a piece of hair falling in front of her eyes. Dillon smiled tenderly and leaned out to brush it away.
"We need to talk about something." She sat up, a concerned look on her face; the smile gone. Scooting across from him, she took one of his hands and rubbed his fingers.
"Dillon, are you alright?"
"Well, I'm fine, but I don't know if you are and that's what worries me." He looked down and cleared his throat, watching her delicate fingers caress his.
"Dillon, I'm okay. Can't you see that? What makes you think I'm not fine?"
"Um, you were in the bathroom and I checked the message machine. We got a few, but the last one was from Dr. Lewis, from the Family Planning clinic at GH. She, um, said she had results for some tests you had done, or something?...why didn't you tell me, Georgie, that you had them? What were they for? You're okay, right?" Georgie bit her bottom lip and looked down, resting her fingers to just hold his tightly.
"Dillon..."
"Georgie, are you pregnant? Are you sick? Do you have an illness or something? I am literally nauseous right now, and..."
"Dillon! Calm down, and I'll explain." She ran a hand through his hair and he took a deep breath. Georgie moved closer to him and put both hands in his. "I just...well, the other day I had some tests done to see if I carried any genes with bad chromosome combinations. You know, like how some people carry certain genes that can cause their children to have a greater chance of contracting cystic fibrosis, or muscular dystrophy, or a deformation, or something like that, and I just wanted to make sure that..."
"You didn't have any of them so that when you had a baby, it wouldn't be sick?" he asked softly, looking into her auburn eyes, now welling up like chocolate pools.
She looked up at him and whispered back, "yeah, something like that." Dillon could almost feel tears forming in his eyes too, but he managed to choke them back to say what he really wanted to. He cupped her face in his hands and brought it close to his. She sniveled slightly, staring into his eyes.
"Oh, Georgie." He smiled lovingly. "Georgie, she said you're fine. You're...perfect." Georgie smiled and blinked her eyes, a few tears trickling down her flushed cheeks. He laughed a little and kissed her deeply on the mouth, surprising her a little. Then, he gently laid her on her back and moved on top of her , kissing her passionately.
Georgie smiled against his mouth and ran her fingers up and down his back, making Dillon kiss her harder. For a moment, he pulled away and stared into her eyes. He knew what he was about to say was the most honest he had ever been with her, and he knew it was the right thing to do.
"Georgie..." he whispered breathily.
"What, Dillon?" she asked, breathless.
"Georgie, I love you, I...I...I want a baby. With...with you. I feel like you complete me Georgie, like you know me inside and out. You fill up any gaps in my heart, and I thought I couldn't ask for more. But I know I want a baby. Imagining...imagining you carrying our baby, Georgie, being pregnant, it...it makes my heart swell up so much I want to explode with love for you. I know you want to have a baby, Georgie, and I do now more than ever. You- "he ran his hands over her abdomen, making her shiver-"you are the one I want to carry my child. To live on with me in our baby. I know that...I know I would take care of you and love you and help you through everything. I'll be beside you for all of it. And if you don't feel ready now, that's okay. I just...I need you to know that I understand how much you want to get pregnant, and I love you with all my heart."
Dillon felt as if he would implode, searching her eyes for an answer. They widened, and her mouth shaped itself into a small O. She just stared, and then Dillon found his answer- in her smile.
Her lips spread, and then she grinned, and then she laughed, happily, and silent tears began to fall from her wet eyelashes.
"Dillon, I love you...I love you so much. I...I want to have your baby. Now." She pulled his head closer and kissed him on the top lip, and he smiled, releived. He gently lowered himself against her body and with one hand on the back of her head, used the other to pull down the bedsheets. In between kisses on the neck, Georgie moved up the bed and onto the pillows, and Dillon crawled over. He reached behind her as he kissed her shoulders and collar bone, pulling at the zipper on the back of the negligee until it slid down. Moving closer to her, he lightly pulled if off and moved his head farther down, kissing the swells where her chest joined her breasts. He moved his lips into the dell between them, kissing them up and down and moving his hands up her legs. Georgie moaned with satisfaction, moving her body slightly and breathing hotly. She began to yank at his boxers, and slid them down over his hipbones, feeling them with her thumbs and making him groan heavily. He began to kiss her neck again, harder and more overpoweringly, intoxicating Georgie with the warm, inviting touch of his skin. She began to move her pelvis, taking her hands on his back and pulling him onto her. He pulled a sheet over their heads, encompassing the two in a world of their own. He moved his fingers up her inner thighs, grazing the folds between her legs and making her groan heatedly, pulling him onto her with more fervor and passion and yearning. He began to move his pelvis in rhythm with hers, moving it up and down her. His cock was taut and he was so overwhelmed with urge that he could hardly stand it anymore. "Dillon..." she whispered into his neck, biting it with want and hunger. He lowered himself and pushed into her, making her moan in ecstasy. He kneaded her breasts with strong but soft hands, sucking at her neck. She moved her hips and pelvis back and forth strongly, urging him to continue, and he rocked them, pushing farther into her and groaning. His stomach muscles were covered in beads of sweat, and Georgie felt over them with her fingers, moving her hands over his chest, exploring every contour of his body. She pushed at him slightly and he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She ran her feet up and down his legs, widening herself and inviting him to push in harder. She compressed her lips on his, taking in the taste of his hot, sweet mouth. Finally, they seperated and Georgie kissed him breathlessly, laying on his stomach with her eyes closed, relaxing. Dillon shut his eyes and ran his hands over Georgie's back, massaging her upper back muscles. She moved, getting comfortable, and smiled to herself. Dillon felt an overwhelming amount of emotions mixed together, but mostly joy- he had asked Georgie to carry his child, and she was willing. She loved him, he loved her, and they both would love their baby. He was excited, releived, curious, worried, relaxed, ecstatic, and surprised at himself all at once. And it was a wonderful feeling.
After dinner, the clock struck eleven and everyone was retiring in the parlor, sipping coffees and delicately plucking at an overly rich, undesirably thick raspberry-filled torte of some kind. Georgie yawned and opened her mouth tiredly as Dillon lowered the fork to her lips.
She let the cake enter and contorted her face, cringing as she swallowed. Dillon laughed slightly. Georgie played her tongue around in her mouth, as if it would magically rid itself of the grotesque flavor. Finally, she gave up and reached out, her hand just not making it to the coffee table where Dillon's water glass sat. He leaned out and got it for her, and she guzzled about half of it before finally coming up for air and sighing a deep breath of relief.
"Hmmm, tired," she murmured, leaning against his shoulder.
"Okay, you wanna leave?" he murmured back, between kisses on her forehead.
"Most definitely. I am exhausted." Georgie reached up and combed her fingers through her hair. "I wanna go to sleep."
"I'll get our coats." Dillon stood up and walked out into the foyer. At the opposite end, by the door to the kitchen, was the coat closet. As he approached it, he heard the clickering of high heels on wood, and turned his head back. It was Emily, walking briskly over by him.
"Hey, Hair," she said, laughing. He waved, blushing.
"Oh God, would somebody please make everyone forget about that endearing nickname?" he mock pleaded to God, his eyes closed and hands pressed together in a praying position. Emily laughed and rubbed his shoulder, leaning her head against him. He smiled at her lovingly, but Emily was a better expression-reader than he thought.
"Yeah, you know the Cassadines are still in money trouble?" she said mildly, almost taking Dillion by surprise. She opened the coat closet door and pulled out a pale blue windbreaker. Pointing to it as she put it on, she explained, "It was nasty out there before. First it was a drizzle, but then it began to really downpour!"
"Skye told me. I mean, about the money stuff. Nobody in this family has the ability to keep a secret." Dillon nervously scratched the back of his neck.
"Oh God, it's not a secret! Most people know anyway. However, Nikolas is really worried about it all; he tries to pretend everything's really okay but he is horrible at it." She chuckled to herself.
"I mean, if we were out of debt, this baby would have been planned. It was not planned, but I think it came at the right time, you know? Just when certain things were beginning to fall apart, it has put it back together. Not a perfect fit, but just close enough that we can get through it." Emily smiled one of her famous whole-hearted grins, and pecked Dillon on the cheek. He smiled back.
"Georgie's really happy for you. It's all she can talk about sometimes," he stated, looking out the window at the pouring rain weighing down the verdant plants in front of the mansion.
"What?" Emily inquired.
"Babies. Having one. She really wants to." Emily beamed as Dillon continued to stare pensively.
"Let me ask you a couple of questions, Hair," she said, making his serious expression melt into a loving smirk. She led him over to the stairs, where they sat.
"Shoot," said Dillon.
"Number one. You have a job, right?"
"Yeah. At L&B with Ned."
"Number two. What are your plans for living arrangements?"
"Well, we are temporarily living in the loft at Mac & Felicia's house, but Grandfather just offered us some of the space upstairs if we wanted more room."
"Good! Number three. Does Georgie want to get pregnant or adopt?"
"She wants to have the baby herself. I'm sure of that," he answered confidently.
"Do you want kids?"
"Yeah."
"You love Georgie and she loves you. There's no denying that, is there." It wasn't even a question, but Dillon nodded emphatically. "Dillon, you are both finished with college. You have a source of income and a choice of two great homes. You love each other. You both want kids. Do you want my honest opinion?"
"Yes. I respect your opinion, you know that."
"I honestly think that if you are both in mutual agreement about wanting a baby, and with the living situation that you have, you should do what Georgie wants. If she wants to get pregnant, and this is the right time for you guys, go for it. Children change your life Dillon, for the better. Mine isn't even born yet and I know I am changed.
"Well, Nikolas and I have to get going. It's starting to really pour out there." She stood up, and Dillon followed her lead. They walked back into the parlor and Georgie was looking through a bunch of Nikolas' wallet photos with him; they both laughed and reminisced.
"Ohmigod," Dillon gasped, feigning a pain in his heart. "I knew it. She has been carrying on a worthless affair behind my very back, with the man I loathe the most. I must seek revenge. Lady Emily, kiss me!" He stared at Emily with fake fervor and lust; so much that she burst into a fit of laughter and clutched his shoulder to keep her balance.
"Incest attempt here!" she shrieked, making Edward shake his head and mutter,
"And they think I'm weird."
"Hmmm." Georgie opened the door of her and Dillon's room in the Jones house. Since Maxie had moved away for college, they had knocked out the wall seperating the sisters' rooms and made it one large one for Dillon and Georgie; like a second master bedroom. In the center of the room, against the two windows, was a mahogany four-poster bed covered in deep red pillows and chocolate-colored sheets.
The heavy wind and rain pattered against the window screen and blew the sheer red curtains up into the air. Dillon followed her as she walked over to the windows and began to shut them, the curtains falling softly against the sills. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, making Georgie jump.
"Dillon!" she began to scream, but he lifted a hand and softly covered her mouth.
"Just breathe," he whispered. Then he began to lightly kiss her neck and shoulders, making her squirm. She pulled herself out of his grasp and smiled demurely, biting the left side of her bottom lip in an enticing manner. Dillon cocked his head and tried to put on his best puppydog face, but Georgie put a finger on his cheek, pecked him on the lips, and whispered,
"Hold it, mister." Then she disappeared into the bathroom. Dillon pulled off his sweater and and jeans, put on boxers, and sat on the corner of the bed, beeping through the message machine. There were five messages: "Hey Georgie, it's Max. Just calling to let you know that I'll be coming up for a week or so to visit before I start my internship. I'll call you later with more details. Say hi to Dillon for me, and let Mom and Mac know I called. Thanks. I love you!"
"Dillon, it's Emily. It's late, I know, but I was just calling to make sure you were okay and see if you sorted things out alright with Georgie. Anyway, if you're coming to the Quartermaine-hosted brunch by the boathouse this Sunday, I'll see you then. Don't forget to bring your earplugs; it's gonna be a breeding ground for fighting! Well, I love you. Goodnight."
"Dillon dear, it's your mother. I will be expecting you at the brunch this Sunday. There are some things we need to discuss concerning your grandfather. You can't escape this like you did last time. It is important that you are involved in decisions regarding your grandfather's welfare. Goodnight then."
"Hey Georgie, it is Elizabeth. I heard you guys got back from school; congrats on your graduation. We should get together for lunch. Give me a call. Bye!"
"Ms. Quartermaine, this is Dr. Lewis from Family Planning at General Hospital. I just called to let you know that we have your test results in and everythng is perfect. Call if you have any questions regarding anything and ask for myself or Dr. Greene. Have a wonderful evening."
Dillon sat in awe, staring at the wall. Weekly messages from Maxie, Emily, and Elizabeth were normal. His mother's seemingly threatening but actually harmless message was no shock; he knew she was attempting to throw Edward in Shadybrook Mental Institution again, and that her plan would once again fail. But something for Georgie from the Family Planning center? He mulled it over quickly in his head, and was worried and excited at the same time. Was Georgie pregnant? Was she okay? He didn't know what to think.
Just then, the bathroom door opened and Georgie came out, her curly hair falling loosely and her eyes glimmering with so much emotion. She wore a silky, lacy, short navy blue negligee, and sauntered playfully over to the bed. She put her smooth foot, its nails polished a pearly white color, on Dillon's knee and began to comb her fingers through his hair. He smiled up at her, and suddenly stood up, put his strong, gentle hands under her arms, and lifted her in the air, dropping her softly onto the bed on her back.
She smiled broadly at him, but instead of teasingly pouncing on top of her, he sat cross-legged on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows and tilted her head, a piece of hair falling in front of her eyes. Dillon smiled tenderly and leaned out to brush it away.
"We need to talk about something." She sat up, a concerned look on her face; the smile gone. Scooting across from him, she took one of his hands and rubbed his fingers.
"Dillon, are you alright?"
"Well, I'm fine, but I don't know if you are and that's what worries me." He looked down and cleared his throat, watching her delicate fingers caress his.
"Dillon, I'm okay. Can't you see that? What makes you think I'm not fine?"
"Um, you were in the bathroom and I checked the message machine. We got a few, but the last one was from Dr. Lewis, from the Family Planning clinic at GH. She, um, said she had results for some tests you had done, or something?...why didn't you tell me, Georgie, that you had them? What were they for? You're okay, right?" Georgie bit her bottom lip and looked down, resting her fingers to just hold his tightly.
"Dillon..."
"Georgie, are you pregnant? Are you sick? Do you have an illness or something? I am literally nauseous right now, and..."
"Dillon! Calm down, and I'll explain." She ran a hand through his hair and he took a deep breath. Georgie moved closer to him and put both hands in his. "I just...well, the other day I had some tests done to see if I carried any genes with bad chromosome combinations. You know, like how some people carry certain genes that can cause their children to have a greater chance of contracting cystic fibrosis, or muscular dystrophy, or a deformation, or something like that, and I just wanted to make sure that..."
"You didn't have any of them so that when you had a baby, it wouldn't be sick?" he asked softly, looking into her auburn eyes, now welling up like chocolate pools.
She looked up at him and whispered back, "yeah, something like that." Dillon could almost feel tears forming in his eyes too, but he managed to choke them back to say what he really wanted to. He cupped her face in his hands and brought it close to his. She sniveled slightly, staring into his eyes.
"Oh, Georgie." He smiled lovingly. "Georgie, she said you're fine. You're...perfect." Georgie smiled and blinked her eyes, a few tears trickling down her flushed cheeks. He laughed a little and kissed her deeply on the mouth, surprising her a little. Then, he gently laid her on her back and moved on top of her , kissing her passionately.
Georgie smiled against his mouth and ran her fingers up and down his back, making Dillon kiss her harder. For a moment, he pulled away and stared into her eyes. He knew what he was about to say was the most honest he had ever been with her, and he knew it was the right thing to do.
"Georgie..." he whispered breathily.
"What, Dillon?" she asked, breathless.
"Georgie, I love you, I...I...I want a baby. With...with you. I feel like you complete me Georgie, like you know me inside and out. You fill up any gaps in my heart, and I thought I couldn't ask for more. But I know I want a baby. Imagining...imagining you carrying our baby, Georgie, being pregnant, it...it makes my heart swell up so much I want to explode with love for you. I know you want to have a baby, Georgie, and I do now more than ever. You- "he ran his hands over her abdomen, making her shiver-"you are the one I want to carry my child. To live on with me in our baby. I know that...I know I would take care of you and love you and help you through everything. I'll be beside you for all of it. And if you don't feel ready now, that's okay. I just...I need you to know that I understand how much you want to get pregnant, and I love you with all my heart."
Dillon felt as if he would implode, searching her eyes for an answer. They widened, and her mouth shaped itself into a small O. She just stared, and then Dillon found his answer- in her smile.
Her lips spread, and then she grinned, and then she laughed, happily, and silent tears began to fall from her wet eyelashes.
"Dillon, I love you...I love you so much. I...I want to have your baby. Now." She pulled his head closer and kissed him on the top lip, and he smiled, releived. He gently lowered himself against her body and with one hand on the back of her head, used the other to pull down the bedsheets. In between kisses on the neck, Georgie moved up the bed and onto the pillows, and Dillon crawled over. He reached behind her as he kissed her shoulders and collar bone, pulling at the zipper on the back of the negligee until it slid down. Moving closer to her, he lightly pulled if off and moved his head farther down, kissing the swells where her chest joined her breasts. He moved his lips into the dell between them, kissing them up and down and moving his hands up her legs. Georgie moaned with satisfaction, moving her body slightly and breathing hotly. She began to yank at his boxers, and slid them down over his hipbones, feeling them with her thumbs and making him groan heavily. He began to kiss her neck again, harder and more overpoweringly, intoxicating Georgie with the warm, inviting touch of his skin. She began to move her pelvis, taking her hands on his back and pulling him onto her. He pulled a sheet over their heads, encompassing the two in a world of their own. He moved his fingers up her inner thighs, grazing the folds between her legs and making her groan heatedly, pulling him onto her with more fervor and passion and yearning. He began to move his pelvis in rhythm with hers, moving it up and down her. His cock was taut and he was so overwhelmed with urge that he could hardly stand it anymore. "Dillon..." she whispered into his neck, biting it with want and hunger. He lowered himself and pushed into her, making her moan in ecstasy. He kneaded her breasts with strong but soft hands, sucking at her neck. She moved her hips and pelvis back and forth strongly, urging him to continue, and he rocked them, pushing farther into her and groaning. His stomach muscles were covered in beads of sweat, and Georgie felt over them with her fingers, moving her hands over his chest, exploring every contour of his body. She pushed at him slightly and he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She ran her feet up and down his legs, widening herself and inviting him to push in harder. She compressed her lips on his, taking in the taste of his hot, sweet mouth. Finally, they seperated and Georgie kissed him breathlessly, laying on his stomach with her eyes closed, relaxing. Dillon shut his eyes and ran his hands over Georgie's back, massaging her upper back muscles. She moved, getting comfortable, and smiled to herself. Dillon felt an overwhelming amount of emotions mixed together, but mostly joy- he had asked Georgie to carry his child, and she was willing. She loved him, he loved her, and they both would love their baby. He was excited, releived, curious, worried, relaxed, ecstatic, and surprised at himself all at once. And it was a wonderful feeling.