It was the afternoon of February the thirteenth when Nora stared into the bedroom closet she shared with her fiance, mentally cursing the man she was marrying tomorrow. Sure enough… his trademark trench coat was hanging neatly from the railing, his fedora gracing the shelf above it, which meant only one thing; Detective Nick Valentine had gone on a stake-out.

Of all the ways to bail on a party this seemed the most ridiculous… especially after she'd finally extracted his whereabouts from the witless officer who'd foisted the task off onto him; he was posted in the red light district.

Only her dashing detective would take a dangerous assignment in the seediest part of town in order to avoid his own bachelor party, which wasn't to say that Nora didn't understand his reluctance… if Donny had indeed planned the whole shebang, as he so proudly claimed, then the chances of Nick showing up for their wedding tarred, feathered and missing his eyebrows were pretty high.

It was still worlds better than the chances he now had of being stabbed to death in a urine-soaked alley for looking too long at the wrong tweaked-out junkie. Not to mention the fact that Nick had the uncanny ability to look like a cop even when clad in plain clothes… was it the way he carried himself, or maybe his mannerisms? Either way, it ensured that wherever he went people were always careful of their words around him.

But in the part of the city he was holed-up in? It'd just get him straight-out murdered on sight.

Her ire was interrupted briefly by a tiny flutter from the lower right side of her swollen abdomen, and she pressed a hand to the area… chasing the feather-light motions of her unborn baby. She'd been able to feel movement under her skin for the better part of a fortnight now, but it still wasn't strong enough for the child's father to feel it… and unless he'd found an ingenious new way of blending in with a bunch of chem-dealers, hookers and drunkards he never-

With a playful twist of her lips an idea sprung fully-formed into Nora's head… and she proceeded to grab Nick's coat from it's hanger, spreading it out on the bed, before adjourning to the vanity in the corner of the room.

The sun was just beginning to set on the narrow alleyway, where Nick Valentine had parked his car for the duration of the stake-out, when the detective had a serendipitous thought;

If he hadn't chickened-out and run away from his own stag party, given enough time, Donny likely would've ended up dragging him through the exact same neighborhood over the course of the evening… maybe even into the same bar he was currently keeping watch over, under the guise of a down-on-his-luck schmuck getting drunk in the relative privacy of his vehicle.

At least he hoped that's what it looked like… he'd scattered enough empty beer bottles across his dashboard to support the illusion… but he'd never been any good at dressing up (or down, in this case) to play a role. In the end Nick had settled for an unshaven and disheveled take on his regular attire… sans hat and coat, of course. Hopefully it would be enough.

He nudged the bulky camera hidden near his feet, reassuring himself that it was nearby and ready for when this Johnny Montrano guy eventually made his appearance. Nick had spent so long chasing Eddie Winter and his goons that he often forgot there were other crime families operating in Boston… his target for the evening was apparently a big-shot among the city's Italian mobsters.

The only description of the crook he'd received upon accepting the last minute assignment was that Montrano was "a fat yutz" with an incredibly heavy emphasis on the 'fat' part. As for the man he was meeting? There was absolutely zero information on that front… he'd just have to wait and see who Mr. Yutz interacted with and take a bunch of photographs.

The detective glanced upwards at the slowly darkening sky and frowned… hopefully they'd show up before the sun was gone completely. If it got too dim then he'd have to resort to screwing the flash-bulb back into the camera, and regardless of how effectively he'd camouflaged himself his cover would be blown the second he took his first shot… sudden bright flashes of light seldom led to a favorable conclusion when it came to stake-outs.

Nick's thoughts were interrupted by a rapping at the passenger side of his car, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin, had his cover been blown already?!

It took a half-second for him to recognize that the woman leaning forward and peering at him through the open window was, in fact, his fiance… wearing more make-up then he'd ever seen her apply and-

"Nora! What the- is that my coat?" he managed through the knot of astonishment in his throat. Her response was proceeded by a cheeky grin;

"Sorry for borrowing it without asking" she purred in a sensual tone that set off a cacophony of alarms in Nick's head. "I can take it off, if you'd like"

He could only stare goggle-eyed as she popped the first few buttons free of their holes, revealing a familiar lacy black bra underneath… her generous breasts straining precariously against the too-small cups.

By the time her nimble fingers reached the fastenings near her naval Nick's brain had flipped back and forth between incredulous fury and a suffocating lust several times over;

What the ever-loving fuck was she thinking?! Waltzing into the roughest part of the city, clad in nothing but a trench coat and her best lingerie, carrying their child no less! Who on earth had told her where to find him in the first place? Clearly rules and protocol meant nothing anymore to his co-workers.

But… oh God... she was so beautiful.

Over the past few weeks Nora's hormones had plateaued, morphing her from a delicate angel into a luminous goddess of sex and fertility… All soft curves and flushed skin and shiny hair. Everything about her was fuller… riper… and so much hotter, in a very literal sense. Every time their skin met he was startled at how every inch of her seemed to burn to the touch, like she was running a constant fever.

Which made it all the more painfully frustrating that Nick hadn't made love to her at all during those several weeks. Along with her mouth-watering transformation came an almost constant fatigue plaguing his pregnant sweetheart. Growing a baby took a lot of energy, it seemed… and he wouldn't force his attentions on her when she clearly needed all the rest she could get.

He'd instead resorted to fantasizing about the molten heat of her sex wrapped tightly around his length each morning in the shower… turning up the temperature of the water to emulate the warmth of her body as he furiously milked himself against the wall tiles.

Nick honestly didn't have a fucking clue how he was going to last for more than a few minutes when they consummated their marriage tomorrow.

He snapped out of his stupor as she reached the final button, and gestured frantically for her to stop and just get in the damn car already… he knew exactly what the rest of her ensemble looked like and he didn't fancy the idea of sharing the tantalizing vision with half of Boston.

The detective tried to focus on his anger as she lowered herself into the passenger seat of the vehicle, the idea that she could be so reckless and irresponsible! But his mind-reading little minx obliterated any semblance of higher thinking by leaning in and running her teeth gently around the shell of his ear… causing blood to rush to his cock so fast that for a few seconds Nick felt light-headed. His soon-to-be wife knew his every erogenous zone in the same way a cartographer knew their own maps… and it wasn't always a good thing.

"You promised me that you were going to have fun tonight, Detective Valentine" she whispered low in his ear… her warm breath against his cheek only adding more fuel to the fire in his veins. "Instead I had to hear from your best-man that you ran away and went on a stake-out"

"I just-" his words were replaced with pitiful whine as Nora gripped the tent that'd sprung up in the front of his trousers. Apparently talking was off the table for him… not that he could manage coherent sentences anymore.

"No excuses" she continued. "You're going to enjoy your last night of single life, Nick… and if it has to happen while you're on the clock, well… then that's just your own silly fault, now isn't it? Go ahead and do your job and I'll do mine"

Any argument he might have presented in that moment was forgotten as the woman he loved kissed her way slowly down his neck, while her clever fingers went to work freeing his straining member from the prison of his clothes.

Damn it, he needed to stay focused on the assignment, and he tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the street in front of him as Nora took him in hand… fuck, even her palms were hotter than usual. Nick's efforts amounted to absolute naught however when she pressed a kiss to his leaking tip… before taking the full length of his cock into the sweet heat of her mouth in one fluid stroke. He looked down and gently brushed back her hair… branding the image of her painted lips wrapped around him into his memory.

This was clearly a new form of torture she'd concocted in order to punish him… being forced to keep a straight face and his eyes ahead while a beautiful creature that embodied pure sex ran her teeth and tongue along his most sensitive areas.

After liberally coating his length with saliva Nora set a languid pace… stroking her lips up and down his shaft… using just enough pressure to send delicious waves of pleasure rocking through his body and a white-hot tension to start building slowly in the pit of his belly. A reserved effort that ensured he wouldn't be reaching his climax anytime soon, evidently this was going to be a long punishment… and he couldn't find a single fuck to give.

It could've been a few minutes or a few hours that he sat there, alternating between scanning the street and reverently running his fingers through his sweetheart's silky brown locks, breathing out words of encouragement and adoration as she massaged him with her mouth.

God… he hadn't realized how much he'd been missing this… the sweet intimacy of having her so close… her touch. Nick knew in that moment that his own hands would never be enough anymore now that Nora had so firmly entwined herself around every facet of his being.

Then the haze of their spell was suddenly banished by movement out of the corner of his eye…

One of the fattest men the detective had ever witnessed outside of a circus side-show strolled past his car… their eyes meeting for a mortifying half-second before the stranger whipped his head around with a light blush, multiple chins jiggling from the sudden motion, and crossed the street to loiter outside the bar Nick had been tasked with observing.

Johnny Montrano.

"He's here!" he managed to bite out between strokes of his fiance's tongue, tapping her urgently on the shoulder.

For all of the reckless impulsiveness that brought her to the red light district in the first place Nora instantly recognized the importance of the moment; quickly removing herself from his cock and remaining low, sprawled across both his lap and the passenger seat. She then reached for the camera stowed between his feet and passed it upwards into his hands.

Fuck… he loved this dame.

Nick made sure that Montrano wasn't looking their way as he took his first photograph, silently thanking all known deities that it was still light enough to snap pictures without the aid of a flash-bulb. It was when fatty's contact finally made his appearance that the detective noticed how smoothly this whole operation was playing out, and why…

After that initial glance between Montrano and himself the criminal seemed to be making a distinct effort to not look in their direction again… almost like he was trying to give them privacy. Was this some sort of unspoken rule among crooks he'd been previously unaware of?… Don't ogle the working girl and her client while they're getting busy?

The realization hit him like a wayward ton of bricks and he stared at the woman in his lap…

The make-up… the fancy underwear… the coat covering it all… she'd dressed herself up like a prostitute. That's how she'd made it to his car without being harassed, Nora had essentially disguised herself as one of the local hookers… who were well known to be under the protection of some pretty violent handlers, or even carry weapons themselves.

Then she'd jumped into the passenger seat and started sucking him off, adding to the illusion and using it to protect him as well… anyone looking in through the windows would see just another lonely john getting his money's worth.

He was marrying a genius… a wicked and unbelievably sexy genius.

The exchange Nick had been tasked with capturing was over in only a few minutes, which saw Montrano and the nameless associate swapping a series of lumpy envelopes before going their separate ways… Johnny into the bar and his contact down the street from the direction he'd arrived. He exhausted the roll of film and deposited the device back between his feet before sitting back and glaring the crazy broad he was engaged to.

"You really thought this out, didn't you?" he grumbled at the woman in his lap with a petulant frown. "Figured whatever disguise I whipped up wouldn't cut it and decided to become the disguise, am I right?"

Nora simply nuzzled her cheek against his knee with a fake expression of innocence… before startling him by darting her hand up to firmly grasp his cock, still slick from her earlier treatment. Any hardness that he'd lost while watching the criminals conversing came stampeding back with only a few delectable strokes… and the sensation of her mouth near his ear once again.

"Don't pretend that you didn't enjoy it, or that you didn't get what you came for" she admonished half an inch from his face, teasing a hiss from between Nick's teeth as she wrapped a fist around his swollen tip. "There's only one thing left for you to do before this evening can be considered perfect"

"And what would that be?" he asked, though he already knew the answer… he just wanted to hear the words leave her lips.

She nipped at his ear and set a blistering pace with her hand that had him moaning, cursing and bucking his hips in response to the sharp, beautiful sensations crashing through his nervous system with the force of a wrecking ball.

Maybe it was the way she was molded against his side with her warm breath fanning across his cheek… or the way she ran her thumb over his slit and spread stray drops of pre-cum across the over-stimulated head of his cock… or the fact that he'd become so fucking pent up over the past few weeks… but a minute and a half later, when her whispered answer finally came, so did Nick;

"Come for me… let it all out"

What else could he do but obey?

He turned his head and captured her lips with his, suppressing his cries by wrapping his tongue around Nora's with a desperation he couldn't recall ever experiencing before… thick spurts of cum spilling down her nimble fingers.

Nick only pulled away when he realized he wasn't getting enough oxygen through his nose alone, instead kissing his way from the corner of her mouth to the crook of her neck, where he reveled in her heady fragrance as the aftershocks of his orgasm tickled through his stomach.

After indulging him for a few minutes she pulled away briefly to retrieve a paper napkin from the glove compartment, they had a tendency to accumulate in his car with all the take-out the detective ate during work hours. She wiped his seed from her hand with a bemused smile before returning to his side, running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair and her nails lightly along his scalp.

"Pent up much?" she chuckled softly. "You've really been holding out on me lately… it's- it's not the extra weight, is it?"

A small hair-line crack skittered across the surface of his heart at Nora's hesitant tone… nothing could ever be further from the truth.

Nick snaked a hand under the trench coat she was wearing to press a hand against the curve of her belly possessively… his other hand stroking softly against a rosy cheek as he fixed her with a devout gaze.

"You've never been more beautiful than you are right now" he intoned deeply. "I want you all the time… but you've been so tired lately, I didn't wanna bug you"

"I'm not always tired" she argued with an adorable frown. "I may be in the family way but I still have needs… and I expect you to take care of them after our wedding tomorrow"

He was about to cheekily suggest that they jump in the back seat and take care of those needs right now, but his lewd train of thought was derailed by soft tapping against the palm still pressed flat against the swell of her stomach. The couple simultaneously looked down at the area before exchanging identical looks of awe.

"Is that?…" he asked in a reverent whisper.

"Yes! You can feel that?" she answered, her smile was blinding. "That's our baby. Look's like junior finally thought to put some weight behind those kicks"

Nora wove her fingers through Nicks and proceeded to guide his hand across the tight skin of her abdomen, chasing the fluttering, feather-light sensations as a team until their unborn child seemed to grow tired of the game and went to sleep again in the warm cradle of it's mother's womb.

By the time Nick Valentine dropped the camera back at the precinct and gave a short, heavily abridged account of the evening to the assigning officer, Nora's fatigue had taken a hold of her once more. So he drove her back to their shared home for a short nap and hopefully a wardrobe change upon awakening before her dad arrived to pick her up.

It was decided that Nora would stay in her father's house with Nick's mother that evening so the two women could properly prepare for the ceremony in the morning.

Meanwhile Nick would have their apartment to himself to get ready for the big day… Franklin Fitzsimons would be arriving in the morning to offer any assistance he might need and, of course, threaten him with grievous bodily harm if he got cold feet or ever thought about hurting his daughter or grandchild… as was tradition among fathers everywhere, it would seem.

After eventually seeing Nora off with a kiss and a promise to meet her at the alter tomorrow Nick found himself alone and inexplicably exhausted… whether it was the stress of the last minute stake-out, or the fact that he'd been relieved of several weeks worth of sexual tension, he could only speculate.

Despite feeling as if his limbs and eyelids were made of lead the tranquil void of sleep lingered just out of the detectives reach. The bed just seemed so empty without his other half… and far too big.

After a frustrating fifteen minutes of tossing and turning Nick had a strange idea… he left the comfort of the blankets and retrieved his signature trench coat from the closet, bringing the collar to his nose… sure enough, the garment was still permeated with the sweet scent of Nora.

He fell asleep within minutes of draping the coat across his body like a woolen throw… slightly embarrassed at how hopelessly addicted he'd become to the woman he loved.

It's just a one time thing, he told himself as he drifted off… It's not like we'll be sleeping apart anymore after tomorrow.

Author's Note: I am incredibly sorry for how long it took me to get this chapter out! There was a bit of family drama on my end. Nothing too serious, don't worry. But it did lead to my grandparents staying in our house for a while... and yeah, it turns out that writing smut is pretty much impossible when you have elderly relatives trying to read everything over your shoulder :/

Fun Fact #3: This isn't the first time I've written about the kinds of shenanigans depicted in this installment. When I was in high school I wrote a short story for an English assignment called "Tactical Fellatio". The story was essentially a longer version of this chapter; a cop goes on an undercover mission and asks his girlfriend to dress as a hooker as part of the cover he tries to establish. My teacher was a freaking legend and gave me full marks, but the principal was appalled and gave me detention... I think that was the first time in the school's history that an assignment resulted in both at once.

Next Chapter Preview: The wedding day finally arrives and the ceremony goes off without a hitch, as does the reception. But Nick's gift to Nora causes a series of small disasters when their wedding night rolls around.

Please forgive me for my tardiness, dear readers! Or berate me mercilessly... it's all good, as long as it comes in the form of reviews :D