The summer heat is kicking in pretty significantly the further they get into July. Ricardo isn't minding it, used to living in the south, but Alicia is spiraling head first into the most uncomfortable portion of her pregnancy where everything feels hot and bloated and she can't see her feet and... Ricardo sighs, watching as she grimaces and plucks at the bedding, struggling to find any sort of comfortable position to sleep in.
"I'm sorry," she says, misunderstanding his exhale. "I'm trying to sleep, it's just... nothing feels right." She sits up, rubbing a hand over her stomach. "I don't know if it's just because Andre was new and everything, but I don't remember being this... miserable, this early."
Ricardo leans in and kisses her shoulder, brushing his fingers through her hair. "Let me help you?"
She nods, looking over at him desperately. "Please."
"I'll be right back," he whispers, kissing her again before scrambling out of the room. When he comes back, he has a large bowl that he lays just out of her line of sight, and he kneels next to her on the mattress. "You're gorgeous," he breathes out, brushing the thin night gown she was wearing off of her delicately, eyes roving over every inch of skin he unveils, enjoying how it glistens in the soft moonlight just gleaming in from the window. "The most incredible woman I've ever had the honor of knowing. Of loving. Of raising a family with."
She whimpers a little, biting her lip as he traces gentle touches along her skin, smiling when she watches him, eyes dark and eager. "Ricardo," she says slowly, softly.
"I've got you," he says, trailing kisses along every inch of skin he undresses. "You're not gonna go through any more of this experience alone, I promise." He reaches over, lifts something out of the bowl and then brushes it over her thighs.
She gasps and trembles as the sensations register in her mind. "Ice," she breathes out. "Oh my god."
He nods, kissing the ice slicked skin. "Yeah," he says. "Ice. Do you want more?"
Alicia digs her nails into the sheets and nods desperately. "Yes, please, oh my god-"
He takes his time, wiping the frozen chunks over her thighs, along her stomach, up between her breasts, watching her breath hitch every time he explores. Another ice cube trails over her throat, along the column of her neck, under her jaw, over her temples.
"Oh- oh-" she breathes out, eyes fluttering at the chill of the ice, the press of his fingers. "Ricardo, Ri- Ricardo-" she grips his hand and guides him, lips parting as one of the ice cubes slips between her teeth and she chews on it with a relieved, hungry look on her face. "Ricardo-" Guiding him again, she watches the transfixed look on his face as she leads his touch back down.
He swallows as the ice begins to melt between the warmth of their fingers, dripping between her legs. "Alicia," he breathes out shakily. "Alicia-" The words die in his throat as she moans, his touch guiding the cool ice further when her fingers falter. He groans in response and leans over, snagging another ice cube and gliding it up her thighs to where their fingers rest. "Do you feel better?" he asks her, kissing her softly.
"So much better," she breathes out, nudging her nose against him. "You're so creative, I love you so much."
He grins. "I'm going to be doing this more often, aren't I?"
"If I have my way, you'll be doing it every night you're not wrestling," she tells him with a breathless laugh, groaning when he scoops up another mushy ice cube and feeds it to her. "I love you so much."
He guides his cool fingers, wet and gentle, back between her legs, and she whimpers. "I love you too," he tells her with a tender smile, continuing to cool her off in this fashion until the ice is all gone. In the time it takes him to take the bowl back to the kitchen, she dozes off and he carefully wipes her down with the softest hand-towel he could find in the house, not wanting her to wake back up from being wet in a few hours. "Good night, Foxy," he breathes, before settling in next to her and watching her at peace until he too falls fast asleep.