You carefully walk down the flight of stairs the following morning with Chester tracing your footsteps like a ninja. You scan the room, noticing your man is still fast asleep on the couch. You soundlessly enter the kitchen and fill Chester's bowls as quietly as you can, sadly, Chester chooses this moment and starts to meow - on full volume. You try to hush him, waving your arms frantically in the air, hoping he'll stop, but he simply continues, affectionately rubbing up against your legs while doing so. You quickly look at Seth to see if he's still asleep, and yes, he's still knocked down heavily. You let out a small sigh of relief. Just when you're about to make brunch, a loud thud is heard.

"Uggggh", you suddenly hear someone grunt from afar. You look around, but nothing seems to be the cause of the sudden sound that filled the room just now, that is – until you see an ass slowly popping up from behind the coffee table.

"Are you okay?"

"….Sure", you hear him respond back, his voice rough as he has just woken up.

Leisurely, more and more of his back appears until he's on all fours. You supress the urge to laugh out loud by biting onto your lower lip.

"Had a bad dream?", you ask, your tone of voice rising at the end of the sentence for you're incredibly entertained by this. A hand coarsely rubs his face, from cheek to chin. He then continues to stare you down, hardly amused.

"No, I just had the most wonderful sex dream about Jennifer Lawrence", he bites back teasingly. You let go of the spatula that you were holding and place a hand on your hip. You look delightfully sassy in this position. Automatically, his eyebrows shoot up before a smile tugs at one of the corners of his lips.

"Really?", you ask him, now that you've caught his attention.

"Yes, she has a smokin' bod, ya know".

You nearly take him seriously, was it not for his tone of voice. It gives him away. It changes whenever he mocks something. Not to mention he has a certain way of moving his lips. He catches you eying him suspiciously, "Don't believe me, do you?"

It's then when you start to doubt yourself, second guessing yourself. He sees this, and smirks deviously, which - in its turn, makes it obvious that he's playing a game with you. You sigh, albeit - with a playful smile, and pretend to be annoyed, "You bastard". He chuckles, and gets on his feet.

"Your loving bastard nonetheless, right?", he hesitantly asks, testing the waters by embracing you from behind, buff arms pulling you in for a hug. He snuggles with you, holding you tight as you surrender yourself to him and his manly scent. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, tenderly kissing you there. You have an odd feeling as to where this is going, but let him continue anyways. Your thoughts are confirmed when he starts to attack your flesh. You moan underneath his slick, expertise tongue and soft mouth. He might've not dreamt about Jennifer, but something else has triggered the aching and throbbing member pressing against you.

"A sexual dream, huh?", you whisper in his ear before nibbling down onto it.

"Very..exciting", he seductively whispers back while pressing his cock further and harder against your body. He pulls back gently before grinding his hips against yours again. You respond, counterattacking his movements and thus creating an awful lot of friction between the two of you. You can feel him grin against the skin below your ear, before he sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh there. It sends a shiver down your spine, arousing you as it hits you straight in the sex, your nipples erecting slightly.

"Care to elaborate on this stimulating dream of yours?"

You place your head against his throat and you kiss his jawline. "It was about our fourth date, actually", he says whilst beaming proudly.

"Oh, where we cooked together and had dinner?"

"No," he says, laughing, "There's nothing sexual about that. Well..."

He shakes his head lightly after closing his eyes, a mischievous smirk plastered upon his features as he buckles his hips against you, continuing the dry humping. "I meant two dates after that, the one where we decided that class was extremely overrated and jumped to fourth base straightaway".

"Hmm..is that what happened? Because I remember something completely different. Something you clearly have no problem with now, whatsoever". As much as it allows you, you move your ass all the way against his groin, moving around in slow, tedious circles to create more friction. A long moan escapes his throat. "But, hey, what do I know? I didn't even get our date line-up right." You stop tending to his craving, to his need and feel two rough hands gripping your hips. He buries himself against you, "Rest assure, that won't happen again. I'm not as nervous nor shy as I was back then".

You scoff playfully, "No kidding...".

Just as he's about to attack your neck once more, you stop him by holding a hand up. "Look, big boy", you say seriously and abrupt, it surprises him, catching him off guard. A hand takes a hold of his erected member through the fabric of the loose jeans, resulting in but a whimper of a groan, "How about you get ready for brunch and shower first?"

"But, babe –"

"Don't babe me", you palm his shaft, tracing your fingers up and down it, "Just do it."

He pouts childishly, eyes momentarily snapped shut to focus himself on the contact below, "This is because I didn't come home on time last night, is it?".

"You bet your ass it is"

You let go of him and smack his ass hard. He hisses sensually and leans in, lips near your ear, hands delightfully roaming your body, "Please join me in the shower".

"Nope. Sorry, buddy. You gotta take care of that business yourself"

"I promise I'll be good next time", his tongue draws circles on your earlobe.

"You should've thought of that earlier"

"Isn't there a way I can seduce you into joining me?", he pleads, his voice now begging you. You can just hear the need in his voice. You laugh, you got him where you want him, "No". He sighs, his breath temporarily warming your skin for the briefest of seconds, "All right. Fine. But I'll be having all the fun upstairs, just so you know".

"I bet you will. ALONE", you reply, humoured as he starts to walk away.

"That's not even remotely funny", he says with one foot on the stairs, stopping dead in his tracks.

"Just go take your damn shower already", you bitch, rolling your eyes as you start to feel annoyed by him. You feel the sudden rush to just storm out of there and take a breather, take a nice, long stroll, just to cool you down. If you weren't pregnant, that is. You can't even walk a mile without walking sideways like a crab, not to mention you can't even walk for too long before you get tired anyways.

Behind you, you can hear him quickly get upstairs, running almost, for as much as that is possible with a huge boner. You smirk to yourself. Sometimes, men need a little strictness, a little guidance in their lives to let them know that they've done something wrong. You hope to make Seth realize that his actions aren't exactly appreciated by yours truly, and that it has to stop, preferably sooner than later, even if you're currently damn horny as well, and you would've loved to join him. You even nearly caved in. Damn him.

You're in the midst of making some eggs with bacon when you hear Seth's phone ring with its usual R2D2 ring tone, beeping loudly. He must've forgotten it, you mentally remark and make your way to the coffee table. You pick it up and accept the call for him.

"Oh, hi Mike!"

"Hey dear, is Seth around?"

"No, he's currently taking a shower"

The man on the other end of the call sighs, "Can you tell Seth that I called and tell him to come down here as soon as possible?"

"Here?", you frown.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I meant the Family Guy Studios"

This time, it's your time to sigh, making your disappointment evident to him, "All right. I'll… I'll tell him".

"Thank you, you're a doll!"

"Anything for you, Mike. Bye"

"Bye!"

As you hang up the phone, it buzzes again and its screen flickers. This time, it's not a phone call, but a text message.