Short chapter but I hope you like it.

2015

It became a habit with them that they would never quite make it out of bed on Sundays until midday at the earliest. They had a more than valid reason for it now.

Joe lay with his body braced above hers, resting on his forearms, bowing his head, kissing her mouth. He had been doing it for what felt like hours now. They had stripped each other of their pyjamas as the gradually woke up, but somehow they had been completely sidetracked.

"Darling," she murmured to him quietly, leaning a fraction away from his lips for a moment, "Not that I'm not enjoying this, but it's not going to get me pregnant."

"Sorry," he murmured, kissing her again.

She smiled against his mouth when he showed no intention of stopping. He broke away and she gave a soft laugh.

"I just love you so much," he murmured, looking carefully down at her face, "I could do this for days. If my arms hold out."

She stroked his bicep appreciatively.

"So could I," she assured him, easing him gently, encouraging him to lie on his side and rest his arms, "I like this just as much as you do. But I'd also really like to have your baby."

There was light in his eyes as she said it, almost as if he still couldn't believe it. She leant towards him, kissing his mouth again, silently promising him it was true.

"I really want to have your baby," she whispered again, touching his face with her hand, lingering inches away from his lips.

"I pity the kid cursed with my hairline," he murmured ruefully.

She laughed gently, brushing her hand through his hair.

"It's alright, I've got very thick hair to make up for it."

"You have," he agreed, stroking the ends gently against her neck, stroking her skin too.

"I hope they don't have my awful posture," she said quietly after a moment.

"Your posture isn't awful," he told her, "You only think it is."

She shook her head.

"You can tell when I wear dresses with nothing on my shoulders-…"

He silenced her with another kiss.

"Shut up," he told her quietly, "You're being ridiculous. You couldn't be more beautiful."

He reached for her, holding her waist gently, pulling her flush against him. She groaned softly with surprise and pleasure. Her hands cupped his face, holding his mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her still, burying her face against his.

She could feel him breathing and it was wonderful, and she fleetingly thought that even if they didn't have a child it would be worth it to be able to feel him against her like this whenever she wanted, so alive. But she wanted-…she wanted-…

"Christ, Joe," she murmured as his fingers graced down the line of her right shoulder blade, "I really want to have a baby with you."

He eased his hand gently against her breast, cupping it gently.

She moaned softly, holding his other hand in hers, lifting it to her other breast. She saw him smile. He cupped them both, kneading them firmly, watching admiringly as her head fell back with pleasure. The look on his face but her so at ease; his eyes were so tender, so loving, so admiring. It felt like that look had cradled her through the years, through making love after long absence, through all of her uncertainties, and she loved him for it, the way he was looking at her now, as he touched her-…

"I want to have everything with you, Phyllis," he murmured quietly, watching her, drawing his hands away a little so that she arched her body towards him.

She reached her hand out, resting her palm softly against his chest.

"You can," she murmured, "We can. I hope we can."

He smiled softly at her honesty.

His hands were wandering softly over her thighs, lying haphazardly one on top of the other next to his legs, close to his growing erection.

Slipping between her thighs, his fingers parted her legs. She groaned softly, placing the sole of her foot flat on the bed, bending her leg at the knee so his fingers could explore her. She had been ready for ages, but she wasn't about to complain about the way his fingers were opening her up, stroking her, gently at first and then more deeply. She let out a sigh that had been trapped deep within her chest.

She was aching for him.

He was kissing her neck, touching the corner between her neck and her collarbone tenderly with one hand as the fingers of his other hand buried inside her. He had rolled her onto her back again, he was over her again. She was going to make damned sure they didn't get distracted again.

"Joe-…" she murmured.

She rocked her hips forward brushing herself against him, and she saw his lips part as he groaned involuntarily.

"Now," she told him.

Her leg was bent at the knee, and his palm graced the inside of her thigh as he opened her a little further, making her shiver. She groaned with satisfaction as he pushed into her.

"Oh God," she murmured, "That feels good."

He kissed her forehead. Her legs lifted up, wrapping around his waist, pulling him further inside her, digging into his buttocks a little. Her arms wrapped over his back, holding onto his shoulders as he thrust gently into her.

She made a soft, inarticulate noise. Her eyes closed as he did it again.

"Christ!" she exclaimed as he tilted his hips a little further, hitting her in a particular spot, "Yes!"

Her breathing was becoming laboured.

"Do that again," she told him.

"Do you want it harder?" he asked her quietly, leaning over her so his lips were inches from his ear.

"Yes," she moaned.

He did as she asked.

"Fuck," she cursed quietly as her hips bucked up to meet his.

His hand stoked her hair. Their bodies were becoming clammy with sweat, and it spurned him on.

"Yes," she moaned, clutching his shoulders, arching her hips up to him as she came, "God, yes."

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he finished. She felt him spill himself inside her, sighing quietly in satisfaction, clutching the back of his head as they collapsed together.

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