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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 27, 2012 16:23:30 GMT -5
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead! Pancakes are ready!" Danna said brightly as she walked down the staircase to the basement.
She had Mimsy set it all up ahead of time. A small table for two with unconscious Galen placed in one of the chairs. In one hand she carried a tray piled with breakfast food. Danna liked to think it took skill to walk with one hand with a tray, walking downstairs in her highest heels, all while six and a half months pregnant. Her free hand was resting on her round stomach, green eyes trained on Galen for his every movement. She had woken up in a good mood, and wanted to play. Glossy pink lips were spread wide over even, white teeth and she giggled as she set the tray down on the table.
"I do hope you're hungry," she said, sitting herself in his lap rather than the other chair. "Mimsy slaved all morning over this meal, and no one else is around. Just you, me, and the baby. Poor boy's hungry, but we better feed Daddy first. I bet you're starved, dearest." Plucking up a fork she cut into a slice of the chocolate chip pancakes, slathered in butter, syrup, and whipped cream. Bringing the fork to his mouth, she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Open up, baby!"
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 28, 2012 0:20:31 GMT -5
This had to be the weirdest dream Galen Cross had had thus far.
He blinked his eyes open, having groggily awoken at the sound of Danna's voice, although it sounded far too high-pitched and happy to really be Danna's. He let the world come into focus, finding himself sitting at a small table for two that looked like something straight out of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. He lifted his eyes to see Danna coming down the stairs, one hand on her pregnant stomach while the other balanced a heaping plate of chocolate chip pancakes. He blinked some more while she plopped herself right into his lap, giggling, hoping he was hungry. She cut him a nice slice of pancakes, covered in delicious toppings, and kissed him on the cheek as she brought the fork up to feed him. Galen eyed her warily, quite certain there was something in the pancakes or at least in her coffee this morning, but opened up anyway. Whatever she was trying to do, he was already far too curious.
"What's all this about?" he asked after he'd swallowed. It really was delicious.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 28, 2012 0:42:49 GMT -5
Her pregnancy hormones had her in a rather chipper mood, something she was putting to good use on Galen, for the mere intent of seeing his confusion. If nothing else she did mentally fucked him up, maybe this would. It was a long shot, but she wouldn't be complaining if it happened. She giggled as his wary eyes turned to her, then asking what it was all about once he'd swallowed his forkful. She cut herself a piece and popped it into her mouth. "What, a woman can't spend quality time with the father of her child?" she asked sweetly, cutting him another slice. She wrapped one arm around his neck while the other brought the food to his mouth again. "You see, I was going to let you wash it all down with breast milk, but Mimsy insisted on the milkshakes. If you're still thirsty when it's gone, though, just let me know." she giggled, bringing one of the cups to his mouth with its blue straw.
Of course, perhaps she shouldn't have mentioned breastfeeding. Not with her hormones as wild as they were, and her increased sex drive. Not when she was currently sitting in his very naked lap. Not when her right breast was pressed into his chest, and all she could really think of was how nice it felt and how much better it would be if she wasn't wearing her dress. Danna shifted in his lap as it slapped her in the face. She had nearly forgotten how much of a bad idea it was to be so close to him. But she had her little role to play. All she had to do was bring the happy go lucky housewife routine back and get rid of the desperately horny slut that was trying to take over.
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 28, 2012 1:01:21 GMT -5
Danna giggled again, remarking about spending quality time with him, and Galen just blinked at her. If he didn't know her scent so well by now, and he was currently bathed in it, he would have bet his life on Polyjuice Potion. She did take a bite of one of the pancakes, tossing out Galen's "poison" theory. Danna was so close to him, wrapping an arm around his neck as she fed them, and Galen's stomach flipped despite himself. She mentioned giving him breast milk to drink, shifting in his lap as she brought a milkshake to his mouth.
Galen closed his lips around the straw, sucking slowly, still not entirely sure if he trusted what was going on here. She shifted in his lap, sending an intense tingle from his manhood all the way through the rest of his body, from his toes to the top of his head. Galen couldn't help the goosebumps that rose on his skin. She had to have ulterior motives here. Either that, or he'd forgotten just how crazy pregnancy could make women.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 28, 2012 1:17:09 GMT -5
She did watch him too much. Her eyes were drawn to his mouth as they wrapped around the straw, sucking up the milkshake. She imaged his lips around her nipple...No. No, no, no that was bad.
Danna didn't carry all of her children to term. Most of the time she had them transferred into someone else. Carrying someone's child was a bit too intimate and being pregnant was just...degrading to her. Some women saw it as a miracle, the strength of a woman's body, blah blah blah. To Danna it felt more like imprisonment. Women were used for a man's pleasure and to bear his offspring. It was his claim on her. It was humiliating. It was weak. And she didn't like being fat, either. But this was perhaps the best reason of all to be pregnant. If she wasn't going to torture Galen, then she would be nice, forcing the sort of intimacy he didn't want to share with her. They were having a child together, after all, and she was not going to let him forget it.
To put the breastfeeding reference out of her mind, she settled on something else to do. She just needed a good opening to it. For now she took a bite of the pancakes and fed him another bite, leaning down to lick up a trail of syrup mixed with whipped cream from his chest where a glob had fallen.
"You're so messy, darling," she laughed, leaning in to lick where some had smeared on the side of his mouth. "So tell me, how did you sleep?" she asked, taking another bite of pancakes. "Did you have a nice dream?"
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 28, 2012 1:25:59 GMT -5
Galen had never been more confused since his arrival here. From the very moment they'd met, he'd been able to read Danna like an open book. Now, though, everything she was doing was going against all that he knew about her. The only explanation was that she had to have ulterior motives, and he just wasn't sure what they were yet, or how to go about dealing with what she was giving him now. She laughed, leaning down to lick up a bit of topping that had fallen from the fork and onto his chest, remarking about how messy he was while she cleaned up the corner of his mouth. Danna fed herself another bite, taking a strange interest in how he'd slept. Galen sat back, tilting his head a bit as he eyed her.
"I had a very strange one. That you came down to the basement to feed me pancakes, and you offered me breast milk," he told her, searching her eyes for something, anything. What in Merlin's name was she up to?
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 28, 2012 1:41:33 GMT -5
He was so confused. It made her giddy. Danna grinned as he spoke. "Well, I guess dreams do come true," she giggled, poking his nose with her index finger. "Are the pancakes good? Mimsy used lots of chocolate. Do you like chocolate? It's all I've been craving since I became pregnant! I think Lil Man here loves the stuff. Chocolate covered cherries, chocolate covered strawberries...Anything's good dipped in chocolate." Chocolate covered vagina. Chocolate covered penis. Mmm mmm good.
A few more bites later, a few more sips of milkshake, and she leaned in again to lick more syrupy mess from his mouth. "So, what would you like to do this morning, hmm?" she purred, licking her lips. She knew what she'd like to do. Stripping naked and laying on this table and calling Mimsy to bring down more chocolate. "We can listen to music or read a book...Do you like to read? What sort of music do you like? For how much i know about you, it's amazing what vital information we might have missed."
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 28, 2012 2:15:56 GMT -5
There was little Galen could do but blink as Danna giggled, poking his nose affectionately and asking how the pancakes were. She loved chocolate, she said, and had been having quite the craving for it since she'd been pregnant. She put chocolate on everything, she said, an image that made Galen shudder a bit beneath her. He'd never thought of that. Oh, but wouldn't it be fun to...
No. No, he mustn't think like that.
Danna continued to feed them both, and Galen began to relax, letting himself enjoy the fact that she wasn't beating him senseless for once. He was sure he'd pay for it later, but for now, why not? Danna leaned in to lick his mouth clean a bit more, and Galen almost slid his hand over her thigh as she did, his fingers coming up to brush against her skin before putting his hand down and hoping she'd think it was an accident. He swore she was making a mess around his mouth on purpose, and it wouldn't surprise him. Funny how the thought of her acting so, well, Danna put him a bit more at ease.
Her voice was a silken purr as she licked her lips, inquiring as to what he'd like to do this morning. Galen had more than a few ideas, all of them R-rated and involving Danna. Even if she was pregnant, which might turn some men off, Galen could feel that chemistry between them more than ever. And if he turned off his mind to the guilt, it was more than bearable to think that he had impregnated her. It made him a bit proud... felt sexy, even. He didn't mind that she was pregnant at all, curse her. His desire for her burned just the same.
It was currently overpowered by his confusion, though, as she asked about listening to music or reading books, wondering what he liked to read and what music he liked. Galen could only blink at her. She was acting like they were on a first date or something, only they were in a basement surrounded by torture tools and Galen was going commando with his pregnant lover in his lap. Not exactly something off of Lifetime.
"I'm not sure," he said carefully, fighting to keep his hands off of her. Merlin, she was beautiful, and he held tightly to his confusion and curiosity. "What would you like to do this morning?" he inquired. Maybe he'd be able to figure out just where this thing was headed.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 28, 2012 2:40:15 GMT -5
Ahhh the fun of confusing people. She did notice the movement of his hand, brushing against her, and she smiled. He wanted to touch her. He wanted her, she just knew it! Her heart raced as she went on, biting her lip as he turned the question back to her. "Oh, darling, I wanted today to be about you," she whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. Bad idea. Red lights went off in her head, warning her to stay away, so in a panic she jerked back and smiled. "Maybe we should..." She stopped , shifting in discomfort as the baby kicked her, hard, in the ribs. One of many terrible things about pregnancy. "Maybe you should say hi to the baby. You haven't been a very present father, even if he isn't born yet," she said, moving around a bit just enough to yank her skirt up over her stomach, then grabbing his arms and placing his hands over her round tummy, finding where the baby was. He kicked just nearby so Danna moved his hand just slightly, waiting for him to kick again. "Baby names. We could look up baby names."
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 28, 2012 11:43:45 GMT -5
Danna smiled as Galen's fingers brushed over her thigh, and he cursed himself, pressing his hand firmly into the chair. This was what she wanted, and he wasn't going to give in. He turned her question back to her, something in him sizzling as she whispered that she wanted today to be about him, leaning forward to kiss the corner of his mouth. Galen screamed at himself not to turn his head towards her, but she pulled away just as quickly, beginning to speak before wincing and shifting on his lap.
She mentioned that maybe Galen should say hello to the baby, and Galen stared down at her stomach as she lifted her skirt up to reveal it, taking his hands in hers and pressing them to her skin. Danna shifted his hands a bit, trying to find where the baby was, and all Galen could really think about was how warm her skin was, and how nice it felt to touch her. That electricity crackled between them, bringing Galen's body to life, and Merlin, all he wanted to do was slip one of his hands down between her legs. Only her panties concealed her down there, and he wanted his hand inside, fingers sweeping through her heat and wetness and making her moan so deliciously. He was well lost in his fantasies before he felt something kick hard against his hand, bringing him back to the moment.
Despite himself, Galen smiled.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 28, 2012 12:07:18 GMT -5
Galen had such a nice smile. It took a moment longer than it should have for her to realize she was staring or that she was smiling herself, and she struggled to relax her facial muscles. She wasn't sure why it pleased her so much. Only that Galen hadn't been acting quite the way she had hoped since she informed him of her pregnancy. It was like her baby was just any other baby, rather than his. It was hardly useful if it did nothing to him. But she had gotten him to smile! That was something. Perhaps this whole game would be more than her own amusement at throwing him off.
Or how good it felt to have his hands on her body again. How powerful they felt and how badly she wanted to guide them everywhere.
Another kick erased those thoughts. Danna squirmed in his lap again, patting the area with Galen's hand. "He's strong. He gets it from me," she said perkily, having to bite back, and from you. She very well couldn't be paying him compliments, could she? Even if she was trying to place nice for the time being.
Her baby names idea forgotten (as if she would ever use anything he liked, anyway), she moved his hands around, then stopped again as the baby began to move around. He was so active already. He'd grow up to be nice and strong and a great soldier, just like his siblings.
And she wanted to move Galen's hand, pushing it upwards, pulling her dress completely off and let him touch her everywhere, from her heavy breasts to her...
No.
"Are you still hungry?" she asked, eyeing what remained of the food. All she needed to do was finish feeding him and get out before she did something she'd regret.
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 28, 2012 12:35:10 GMT -5
Galen couldn't believe it. His hands were resting on Danna's rounded stomach, her own hands covering his and guiding him to the places where he could actually feel the baby kicking. He hadn't believed her at first when she told him, even though she'd had plenty of proof, even a booklet from St. Mungo's filled with pictures and such things. He hadn't wanted to believe that he'd impregnated anyone but Jolene. The guilt and the disgust were too much for him, so he'd just shrugged it off, hardly paying any attention to any comments Danna made about him being the father of her child. As far as he was concerned, she and the baby were both abominations that the world would be better off without.
It was hard to remember all of that now. Not when he was touching her, feeling the baby move, his hands delightfully sandwiched between her palms and her tight, round tummy. Every so often the baby would move or kick and she would squirm in his lap. He was done trying to figure out what she was doing here. It didn't matter. All he wanted right now was this.
Danna mentioned that the baby was strong, that he got it from her, and Galen chuckled, blue eyes flickering up to green ones for a moment before dropping back down to where his hands met her stomach. There was no way this baby - his son - wouldn't be strong. Galen had to admit that Danna had a lot more to her than he'd given her credit for in his first few weeks here. This baby was a combination of two very strong and powerful people, and he could grow up to be something great. Although there was still a part of Galen that didn't really want to think about just what the boy would grow up to be.
Danna moved his hands some more, trying to follow their very active child, and Galen felt the baby shift again inside of her. It was such a strange and intoxicating feeling. He moved his hand hesitantly on his own, rubbing their hands in a small circle over an area of Danna's stomach. It was a simple touch, only a taste of what he wanted to do, which was touch her everywhere.
Danna asked if he was still hungry, and Galen swallowed, dragging his eyes away from her stomach to search her eyes. He knew she was feeling it too. They were just both so goddamn stubborn.
"Yes," he murmured, eyes locked on hers. Very, he wanted to add, but stopped himself just in time. Galen was on thin ice here, and not even sure himself whether he wanted it to break.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 28, 2012 12:50:33 GMT -5
Yes, he was hungry. He had to be. It wasn't much good, since she needed to get away from him as soon as possible. But she would get this over with quickly then leave. With one arm she held his hands down, encouraging him not to move them, though she wasn't sure why, she cut another piece of pancake off with the other and brought it to his mouth.
Danna swore she could see some physical connection between them, some bond forged, white hot chains surrounding them both, holding them tightly together. It scared her. Danna blinked, letting the images disappear, trying hard not to imagine this blissful imprisonment. She tried not to think about him naked beneath her or his hands on her stomach. She thought of nothing but the fork and the pancakes and feeding him and his mouth...
No, not that.
She wanted to knock their drinks over, wonder if he'd ask for...
No, no, no.
"Almost gone," she murmured, cutting slower, swirling the pancakes around more in the mess of syrup and whipped cream on the plate. Why was she taking so long? She needed to get out, soon. Her hand twitched, but she held it firm, clearing her throat as she forced herself once again to focus.
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Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 28, 2012 13:12:04 GMT -5
Galen was relatively certain that when he'd told Danna that yes, he was hungry, she wouldn't take it the way he intended. No matter, she would still have to stay, and feed him the rest of the pancakes. Some part of his mind reminded him that that was a bad thing, but Galen shrugged it off. There was something so intoxicating about touching her, much less having her in his lap, much less while she was carrying his only son. It was easy to forget everything else when he was under her spell.
She cut the pancakes slowly, feeding them to him one bite at a time, and Galen just watched her. She had her arm over his hands, and he knew she didn't want him to move them. But they were still on her stomach, the baby nudging one of them every so often, as if greeting him. Galen swallowed hard, inhaling and letting Danna's scent wash over him. God, she was gorgeous. He wanted to finish that milkshake and see if she'd make good on her promise to breastfeed him. His mind was running away with him, as though all of this time spent trying desperately not to fantasize about her made it all come rushing back so much more strongly when she was nearby. It was enough to wake his body up, his manhood twitching and beginning to rise between their legs, pressing gently against her. Even through the fabric of her underwear, she was so warm.
That did it. Galen leaned forward as she offered another bite, ignoring it and pressing his lips to her neck instead in a soft, open kiss.
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Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 28, 2012 13:31:34 GMT -5
He was...Danna stiffened, biting her lip as she felt his manhood grow beneath her. It felt so nice...She rubbed herself against him, biting her tongue hard, trying to stifle a moan. Her heart began to race and the heat between her legs was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Then...as if that wasn't enough...then he leaned in, but instead of taking the food, he pressed an open kiss to her neck. She gasped sharply, shivering pleasantly. It felt so nice. Her eyes began to flutter shut, head moving to one side to give him more room, but she sucked in a shaky breath and forced her eyes to remain open, though she didn't straighten herself out. She waited, willing him to do more while her mind screamed at her to leave before he destroyed her.
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