She leant back, stretching against him. Arching her back, the outline of her naked body highlighted briefly by the dim white light of the moon. She felt a hand slip from her lower back to her hip as she relaxed back into him, curling her body against him where he rested against the headboard, one arm tucked behind his head.
"Tired?"
He asked, rubbing his thumb back and forth against the hard rise of her hip bone.
The covers had been kicked to the end of the bed, now Max nudged them up with his feet, leaning forward to grab them and pulling them up, the brush of the stubble on his chin catching in her hair as he moved.
"Not really."
She shifted herself, allowing him to pull the sheets up over them both, smiling into his chest as he tucked the sheets about her shoulder, making sure there were no draughts.
He pressed his lips against the top of her head, holding them their, just breathing her in, feeling her own breath against his bare chest.
"I think everyone liked you..."
He whispered into her hair. Smiling as she snorted with amusement, her left hand toying with the hair that led from his stomach down...
She recalled the half-hidden look of confusion...of some sort of refusal to believe, on Jenny's face when Max had broached the issue of her not being pregnant.
"Did I do you proud then?"
She asked playfully, tilting her head to look at him. He dipped his own, kissing her briefly without her realising he was going to, touching his tongue briefly against her own.
"You did."
He whispered, his lips still against hers.
"Tomorrow..."
He pulled away to look down at her, the hand at his stomach creeping lower.
"Don't mention tomorrow...please."
She pressed her face into his chest, his skin felt cool against her cheeks. She didn't want to think about tomorrow. The family meal. There would be less of the Walker clan than before, but that alone was alarming enough, that they would be reduced to an number intimate enough to all be sat about one table together, each expecting something of each other...of her.
He kissed her hair again, rubbing his lips against her hair.
She could feel him thinking. His thumb slowed its movements against her hip, just rocking back and forth ever so slightly.
"Are you going to take a test?"
He asked eventually, his words cool in the moonlight, he'd felt oddly nervous about asking. He felt her tense slightly.
Without a word she moved her hand lower, skimming the skin of his lower stomach, slipping her fingers down until she felt his body tense slightly.
"Zoe..."
He reached a hand to where she held, moving her hand back and forth slowly with the gentlest of pressure.
"Zoe..."
He whispered her name again, his voice slightly strained as she knocked his hand away, slowly her hand began to quicken it's pace, his body tensing beneath her, his breath heavy and wet against her forehead.
She kissed his neck, his chest, the soft scratch of his jaw until she found his lips, twisting herself, manoeuvring her hand without missing a beat so that she was now on top of him, her knees straddling his waist, chest pressed against his own, his tongue just touching her lip as he kissed her.
He placed his hands on her hips, she felt the pressure of him pushing her, urging her lower until she had no choice but to remove her hand, allowing him to push against her so that he could fill her, her hips against hers, moving in sync, their lips just touching every now and then.
"I realise you're doing this just to stop me from asking..."
She kissed him again, smiling despite herself against the taste of him.
"From asking you to take the t..."
He tried again but again she cut him off with a kiss, bucking her hips harder against him, making him inhale sharply.
"Test."
He said finally, his lips pressed so hard against her own that when he spoke his teeth caught her lip.
He caught hold of her forearms, holding them tight so that she couldn't push against the bed, could merely move her hips a fraction of an inch. He pushed her, rolling her over, the weight of him pushing her down onto the bed making her exhale with a jolt. She raised an eyebrow, wriggling beneath him as he held her down.
"Promise me you'll take the test and I'll carry on."
He couldn't help but smile as he spoke, her hair had splayed out across the pillow, pooling against her cheek, her breath caught in her chest and her skin gleamed with sweat, her thighs trembling slightly as he held himself so very still inside her.
"I promise."
She whispered.