"Can you believe I'm almost six months along now?" Alicia asks, fingertips trailing up and down Ricardo's sternum as she straddles him and sighs softly, allowing his hands on her hips to guide the subtle movements of her body. "It feels like it's taken forever, and yet only a blink of an eye, to get here."
"Yeah," Ricardo breathes, his hands ghosting up to rest on the curve of her stomach. "Pretty soon, Andre will have his little brother or sister to meet. Do you think he'll adore or resent them?"
Alicia huffs out a little, breathy laugh, her eyes fluttering as she bites her lip. "Oh." She groans softly, toes curling against Ricardo's thighs when he shifts position with no warning, her hands trembling at the sudden heightened arousal twisting up her core. "Maybe a bit of both, if my sister and I were any indication."
"I loved my little sister," Ricardo murmurs, enamored with the look on Alicia's face as she reacts to his careful, subtle movements that eases them closer together. "I would've done anything for her. Still would." He sits up to kiss her, hungry for it, and cards his fingers through her hair, moaning as she breathes heatedly into his mouth.
She devolves into panting whines, hot and shaky against his skin, so close that she almost wants to cry from it, but he guides her, hands warm and gentle on her hips again, and all she can do is give herself over to him as he leads the way, guides her to the edge, and then gently pushes her over into the sharp relief of release as she pants, loud and high-pitched, their bodies slowly relaxing, cooling down little by little. "I love you," she tells him.
Ricardo smiles. "I love you too." He sighs, rolls over and kisses her shoulder. "You're almost six months along, and I'm four months into it."
She nods somberly, tracing his lips. "You are. I'm so proud of you." He kisses her fingers, eyes dark as he watches her. "I never doubted you could make it this far, and... well, much further. You just needed to believe, to want to do it for yourself."
He nods slowly, gripping her wrist and kissing her palm, the tickling sensations making her giggle and squirm. "I'm so grateful you were so patient with me. And so agreeable to come move here."
"It's been good for us, I think," she says. "To find a place that was all ours. Without our family, or Alberto, or Paige, or Mike, or anyone else, warping our memories of the place. We get to start from scratch here. It's been nice."
He nods slowly, tracing shapes in her skin, easing her satin-y clothes away from her skin to accommodate him. "True," he says, slowly lifting her up and guiding her towards the headboard.
"What are you doing?" she giggles, then lets out a choked gasp as he nuzzles into her, fingers digging into the creases of the headboard. "Oh oh my- oh my god-" She buries her face in her arms, shaking apart under his ministrations in almost record time, the warm, slick glide of his mouth against her ruining all chances she had of holding on to any sort of composure.
He kisses his way back up to hover over her lips, looking proud of her absolutely glazed look in her eyes. "It's going to be my goal for us to make as many new memories here as we can in the next three months," he tells her, grinning when she moans and whimpers, digging her nails into his jaw and kissing him hungrily.
"I look forward to it," she groans, gripping him and dragging him back down into the mess of sheets and pillows.