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Closest Thing to God
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If she could possibly hate a pregnancy test, it was a negative pregnancy test. Ahem. A NEGATIVE pregnancy test.
She sat there on the white porcelain seat of her toilet, having torn her dirty pair of socks off to start getting ready for a hot shower, and stared blankly at the test. She only stared, her lungs ceasing to work as the gravity of the negative result hit her head on. A deep frown set on her small pink lips.
How could this happen? She didn't know. She couldn't make any sense of it. How was all she could ask. Her grip tightened around the small white little test with its grey digital screen, her heart aching with sadness and disappointment. Not two seconds later did it end up snapped in half and in the trash.
She slowly and uncomfortably began to pull off the shirt her boyfriend would always let her wear and tossed it in the hamper across from her, a knot forming in her throat. A sniffle and a tiny huff escaped her and she pulled herself off the white toilet seat, trying so hard to keep the swelling knot and welling tears at bay.
"Why?" she muttered shakily, her hands shooting up to cover her eyes as tears began to slide down her cheeks. She leaned against the soft grey-painted wall of her bathroom, sobbing miserably. "We've been trying so hard lately... Why can't I get pregnant?"
The truth is, they really had been trying to get pregnant. All the time. Every chance they got, they would be tangled together in bed and kissing each other all over, scratching and biting, huffing and moaning. But they've had no luck. Shouldn't they have gotten pregnant by now?
She groaned and sniffed, wiping her reddened face and reaching into the glass shower to run the hot water. The familiar pitter-patter pounding into the tile floor filled her ears and she stepped in under the spray, not bothering to wait until it heated up completely.
All she needed right now, she told herself, was the comfort of her lover and the warmth of the water. So she stood there, letting the barrage of small heated droplets hit her pale skin, just trying so hard to calm down.
Without warning, there was a single loud knock on the bathroom door. The sudden noise made the saddened girl jump up with fear, her heart beating fast.
"~~~~?" a worried and warm voice questioned from behind the door, the familiarity soothing her. The sweet sound belonged to him, her boyfriend, her lover. He was generally a calm person, although his temper would flare sometimes, and he was always looking out for her whether she knew it or not. He hated it when she was sad and when he couldn't help her - which seemed to be a lot because he was always out on tour. This dark-haired, brown-eyed man was a musician. A damn good one at that.
"Y-yes?" she stammered, peeking through the frosted glass of the shower.
The bathroom door opened with a soft creak and in stepped her nervous boyfriend, a worried, half-naked mess. He stepped over toward the shower with slow, uncomfortable steps and quickly pulled his boxers down.
She blushed and backed away against the wall, every possible perverted thought running through her mind and mixing with her sadness and disappointment. She gave a small sigh, leaning against the grey tiles.
The glass slid down its track twice and she was soon joined by her lover, his arms wrapping around her hips. He held her, nuzzling the soft, wet skin of her neck. "I heard you cry... What's wrong?" he asked gently, his concern clear in his voice.
She shook her head a little, her hands pawing lightly at his forearms. She tried to find the words to tell him the test came up negative. It was hard. How could she tell him? Just...how? She couldn't speak. She couldn't find the words. WERE there any words?
But he knew his sweet girl better. He nuzzled the smoothness of her neck, knowing she was in a great deal of pain. He could hear it in her soft breathing above the pitter-patter of water, he could hear it in her beating heart, and it hurt him in turn. "Please...tell me," he muttered helplessly, kissing the nape of her neck lovingly but slightly shaky himself.
"It..." There was no way she could tell him. Nothing would come out of her mouth. The very thought of continuing the sentence strangled her and that all-too familiar knot from earlier reformed in her throat. She couldn't tell him. Not again. Her eyes stung with hot tears and she lacked the strength to hold them back. Her hands shot up to her eyes and she cried, her heart pounding with the pain.
He paused, taking in a careful breath. "It came up negative again... didn't it?" he asked softly, trying his hardest to be gentle, his grip around her hips tightening. He didn't like the fact that the stupid tests always came up negative. In fact, he hated it. He hated seeing her cry. He hated that she couldn't be a mother. It was extremely irritating, especially because they were trying so goddamn hard and she wants it so bad.
The words rang in his girlfriend's ears and from there she broke down. Her eyes were overwhelmed by the tears streaming down her cheeks. She trembled in his hold, digging her nails into his forearms as she cried. She hiccuped and sobbed, almost wailing from how badly it hurt for him to have said it.
"Shh..." he soothed, his thumbs rubbing her bony hips. He didn't like it when she cried. She always sounded like she was in an insane amount of pain or she was drowning. It was irritating and depressing and heartbreaking all at once.
He knew that he could help her feel better but she was a stubborn girl and, sometimes, he just didn't know how to help. She would somehow deny every sweet thing he'd say to her and she'd continue crying miserably. He wanted to help her, but he'd only get frustrated. So...he kept silent and nuzzled the softening wet skin of her shoulder, resting his head there. His hands ran up her sides and back down to her hips in a slow, gentle motion.
He felt her shudder and hiccup against him, her breathing labored and shaky. His hands and fingers continued to gently caress her and he began to softly kiss her shoulders and neck, pulling her closer. He wanted her to just calm down and feel better...
His tongue slid across her shoulder blade, earning him a soft and shaky coo from the girl he held so close against him. This made him smile and he continued, pressing his warm lips against everywhere he licked. Before too long, she had stopped her crying, left only to huff and breathe shakily. His hands dipped past her hip bones, sliding dangerously close to her womanhood and circled back up, much to his girlfriend's disappointment.
She pulled his hand from where it stopped at her belly and pushed it back down, turning her head enough so she could look up at him. Her eyes were still watery but she had, indeed, stopped crying. That pretty face of hers was red and puffy, her cheeks wet and her hair plastered to her forehead from the water. He smiled and gently pulled her dark hair back, holding it in a sort of pony-tail to keep it from falling into her face again.
She gave a small smile in response, turning around in his arms completely, forgetting about his hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself up on her toes. "~~~~~..." she muttered softly, her voice a shaky sigh. His skin was warm and wet against her own and she loved it. He was always so warm... She leaned her head up, looking up into his deep brown eyes.
His hands found her hips again and he pulled her as close to him as he could, fingers pressed into her soft skin. "~~~~..." he mumbled warmly, looking back into her own honey brown eyes. She appeared to be entirely too focused on his. He knew she loved his eyes. She loved them because they were deep and almost mysterious, even though he himself wasn't a mysterious person.
The girl in his arms leaned a little closer, her face only an inch or two from his. He felt her cool breath tickle his chin and lips and he suppressed a soft chuckle from the gentle contact, resting his forehead on hers. He let his hands roam, his fingers fiddling with stray locks of her hair and tracing the planes of her wet back.
There was a small shudder on her part and she pushed herself closer, her lips almost brushing against his. He smiled and leaned his head away slightly to tease her, gently tugging on her hair in a playful effort to make her unspoken goal to kiss him a bit harder to achieve. She gave a cute pout in response, tangling her fingers in his damp hair, her heart set on a kiss.
"~~~~..." he said, one hand cupping her still-puffy cheek. His thumb gently rubbed along her cheek bone as he smiled and slowly began to lean in.
She tilted her head into his palm, looking up at him with a light tint of red to her cheeks. But much to her surprise, he finally granted her that kiss.
His warm lips pressed against hers softly, his hand moving to cup the back of her head in order to pull her closer, his other hand pressing flat against her back with his nails digging into her skin. She closed her eyes and gave a small gasp, tightening her arms around his neck, and returned the soft kiss as deeply as she could. His tongue pressed against her lips and she parted them, allowing him access.
Her lover's kiss was always knee-weakening for her. It could be a simple peck or a full-on tongue kiss. No matter the type of kiss, she would melt into him, entranced and wanting more.
She huffed softly into his mouth, her soft wet tongue dancing with his own. There they stood, embracing each other under the heat of the water and kissing messily in between light huffs.
Finally, however, they pulled apart to breathe, staring into each other's eyes. Blush lit up her cheeks and she bit her lip, trembling from the kiss. She felt his fingers slowly travel up her spine, his eyes never leaving hers and he smiled, trailing his hand back down toward her soft, round butt. His warm hand cupped and squeezed the spots he touched, grinning as he earned himself a string of soft huffs and a blushing red face.
She rested her head against his chest, blushing at his ministrations, and nibbled on his collar bone, huffing at every squeeze and light tap he gave her ass. She traced the shape of his collar with her small tongue, her hands now at his chest. They were so close together.... Digging her nails into his skin as his own hands moved lower, her breathing hitched and she bit down on his collar, not hard but not exactly gentle either.
His hands kept traveling closer an closer to her womanhood without shame, squeezing and prodding her skin as they went. He had to make her feel better, whether it be more sex or...or more sex. Anything. He just wanted her to stop crying, to stop feeling so helpless and useless... Without another moments hesitation, he gently grabbed her thin wrists, backing her against the grey tiles of the shower wall. He watched and smiled as she looked up at home with those beautiful big brown eyes of hers, confused. His hands pressed hers against the water-slick tiles, holding them there tightly as he bent his head down to brush his lips against the crook of her neck.
She squirmed, feeling that too-familiar rush of heat flutter around in her belly, a bright blush working its way to her cheeks. His teeth grazed the vein in her neck and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in--
That's the way you wish it could be.[/style][style=width: 250px; border-radius: 25px 25px 25px 25px; background: #ffab64; border: 5px double #ff7100; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #000000; padding: 10px;]credit goes to LUNAR of LOVE STAMP[/style]
Closest Thing to God
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If she could possibly hate a pregnancy test, it was a negative pregnancy test. Ahem. A NEGATIVE pregnancy test.
She sat there on the white porcelain seat of her toilet, having torn her dirty pair of socks off to start getting ready for a hot shower, and stared blankly at the test. She only stared, her lungs ceasing to work as the gravity of the negative result hit her head on. A deep frown set on her small pink lips.
How could this happen? She didn't know. She couldn't make any sense of it. How was all she could ask. Her grip tightened around the small white little test with its grey digital screen, her heart aching with sadness and disappointment. Not two seconds later did it end up snapped in half and in the trash.
She slowly and uncomfortably began to pull off the shirt her boyfriend would always let her wear and tossed it in the hamper across from her, a knot forming in her throat. A sniffle and a tiny huff escaped her and she pulled herself off the white toilet seat, trying so hard to keep the swelling knot and welling tears at bay.
"Why?" she muttered shakily, her hands shooting up to cover her eyes as tears began to slide down her cheeks. She leaned against the soft grey-painted wall of her bathroom, sobbing miserably. "We've been trying so hard lately... Why can't I get pregnant?"
The truth is, they really had been trying to get pregnant. All the time. Every chance they got, they would be tangled together in bed and kissing each other all over, scratching and biting, huffing and moaning. But they've had no luck. Shouldn't they have gotten pregnant by now?
She groaned and sniffed, wiping her reddened face and reaching into the glass shower to run the hot water. The familiar pitter-patter pounding into the tile floor filled her ears and she stepped in under the spray, not bothering to wait until it heated up completely.
All she needed right now, she told herself, was the comfort of her lover and the warmth of the water. So she stood there, letting the barrage of small heated droplets hit her pale skin, just trying so hard to calm down.
Without warning, there was a single loud knock on the bathroom door. The sudden noise made the saddened girl jump up with fear, her heart beating fast.
"~~~~?" a worried and warm voice questioned from behind the door, the familiarity soothing her. The sweet sound belonged to him, her boyfriend, her lover. He was generally a calm person, although his temper would flare sometimes, and he was always looking out for her whether she knew it or not. He hated it when she was sad and when he couldn't help her - which seemed to be a lot because he was always out on tour. This dark-haired, brown-eyed man was a musician. A damn good one at that.
"Y-yes?" she stammered, peeking through the frosted glass of the shower.
The bathroom door opened with a soft creak and in stepped her nervous boyfriend, a worried, half-naked mess. He stepped over toward the shower with slow, uncomfortable steps and quickly pulled his boxers down.
She blushed and backed away against the wall, every possible perverted thought running through her mind and mixing with her sadness and disappointment. She gave a small sigh, leaning against the grey tiles.
The glass slid down its track twice and she was soon joined by her lover, his arms wrapping around her hips. He held her, nuzzling the soft, wet skin of her neck. "I heard you cry... What's wrong?" he asked gently, his concern clear in his voice.
She shook her head a little, her hands pawing lightly at his forearms. She tried to find the words to tell him the test came up negative. It was hard. How could she tell him? Just...how? She couldn't speak. She couldn't find the words. WERE there any words?
But he knew his sweet girl better. He nuzzled the smoothness of her neck, knowing she was in a great deal of pain. He could hear it in her soft breathing above the pitter-patter of water, he could hear it in her beating heart, and it hurt him in turn. "Please...tell me," he muttered helplessly, kissing the nape of her neck lovingly but slightly shaky himself.
"It..." There was no way she could tell him. Nothing would come out of her mouth. The very thought of continuing the sentence strangled her and that all-too familiar knot from earlier reformed in her throat. She couldn't tell him. Not again. Her eyes stung with hot tears and she lacked the strength to hold them back. Her hands shot up to her eyes and she cried, her heart pounding with the pain.
He paused, taking in a careful breath. "It came up negative again... didn't it?" he asked softly, trying his hardest to be gentle, his grip around her hips tightening. He didn't like the fact that the stupid tests always came up negative. In fact, he hated it. He hated seeing her cry. He hated that she couldn't be a mother. It was extremely irritating, especially because they were trying so goddamn hard and she wants it so bad.
The words rang in his girlfriend's ears and from there she broke down. Her eyes were overwhelmed by the tears streaming down her cheeks. She trembled in his hold, digging her nails into his forearms as she cried. She hiccuped and sobbed, almost wailing from how badly it hurt for him to have said it.
"Shh..." he soothed, his thumbs rubbing her bony hips. He didn't like it when she cried. She always sounded like she was in an insane amount of pain or she was drowning. It was irritating and depressing and heartbreaking all at once.
He knew that he could help her feel better but she was a stubborn girl and, sometimes, he just didn't know how to help. She would somehow deny every sweet thing he'd say to her and she'd continue crying miserably. He wanted to help her, but he'd only get frustrated. So...he kept silent and nuzzled the softening wet skin of her shoulder, resting his head there. His hands ran up her sides and back down to her hips in a slow, gentle motion.
He felt her shudder and hiccup against him, her breathing labored and shaky. His hands and fingers continued to gently caress her and he began to softly kiss her shoulders and neck, pulling her closer. He wanted her to just calm down and feel better...
His tongue slid across her shoulder blade, earning him a soft and shaky coo from the girl he held so close against him. This made him smile and he continued, pressing his warm lips against everywhere he licked. Before too long, she had stopped her crying, left only to huff and breathe shakily. His hands dipped past her hip bones, sliding dangerously close to her womanhood and circled back up, much to his girlfriend's disappointment.
She pulled his hand from where it stopped at her belly and pushed it back down, turning her head enough so she could look up at him. Her eyes were still watery but she had, indeed, stopped crying. That pretty face of hers was red and puffy, her cheeks wet and her hair plastered to her forehead from the water. He smiled and gently pulled her dark hair back, holding it in a sort of pony-tail to keep it from falling into her face again.
She gave a small smile in response, turning around in his arms completely, forgetting about his hands. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself up on her toes. "~~~~~..." she muttered softly, her voice a shaky sigh. His skin was warm and wet against her own and she loved it. He was always so warm... She leaned her head up, looking up into his deep brown eyes.
His hands found her hips again and he pulled her as close to him as he could, fingers pressed into her soft skin. "~~~~..." he mumbled warmly, looking back into her own honey brown eyes. She appeared to be entirely too focused on his. He knew she loved his eyes. She loved them because they were deep and almost mysterious, even though he himself wasn't a mysterious person.
The girl in his arms leaned a little closer, her face only an inch or two from his. He felt her cool breath tickle his chin and lips and he suppressed a soft chuckle from the gentle contact, resting his forehead on hers. He let his hands roam, his fingers fiddling with stray locks of her hair and tracing the planes of her wet back.
There was a small shudder on her part and she pushed herself closer, her lips almost brushing against his. He smiled and leaned his head away slightly to tease her, gently tugging on her hair in a playful effort to make her unspoken goal to kiss him a bit harder to achieve. She gave a cute pout in response, tangling her fingers in his damp hair, her heart set on a kiss.
"~~~~..." he said, one hand cupping her still-puffy cheek. His thumb gently rubbed along her cheek bone as he smiled and slowly began to lean in.
She tilted her head into his palm, looking up at him with a light tint of red to her cheeks. But much to her surprise, he finally granted her that kiss.
His warm lips pressed against hers softly, his hand moving to cup the back of her head in order to pull her closer, his other hand pressing flat against her back with his nails digging into her skin. She closed her eyes and gave a small gasp, tightening her arms around his neck, and returned the soft kiss as deeply as she could. His tongue pressed against her lips and she parted them, allowing him access.
Her lover's kiss was always knee-weakening for her. It could be a simple peck or a full-on tongue kiss. No matter the type of kiss, she would melt into him, entranced and wanting more.
She huffed softly into his mouth, her soft wet tongue dancing with his own. There they stood, embracing each other under the heat of the water and kissing messily in between light huffs.
Finally, however, they pulled apart to breathe, staring into each other's eyes. Blush lit up her cheeks and she bit her lip, trembling from the kiss. She felt his fingers slowly travel up her spine, his eyes never leaving hers and he smiled, trailing his hand back down toward her soft, round butt. His warm hand cupped and squeezed the spots he touched, grinning as he earned himself a string of soft huffs and a blushing red face.
She rested her head against his chest, blushing at his ministrations, and nibbled on his collar bone, huffing at every squeeze and light tap he gave her ass. She traced the shape of his collar with her small tongue, her hands now at his chest. They were so close together.... Digging her nails into his skin as his own hands moved lower, her breathing hitched and she bit down on his collar, not hard but not exactly gentle either.
His hands kept traveling closer an closer to her womanhood without shame, squeezing and prodding her skin as they went. He had to make her feel better, whether it be more sex or...or more sex. Anything. He just wanted her to stop crying, to stop feeling so helpless and useless... Without another moments hesitation, he gently grabbed her thin wrists, backing her against the grey tiles of the shower wall. He watched and smiled as she looked up at home with those beautiful big brown eyes of hers, confused. His hands pressed hers against the water-slick tiles, holding them there tightly as he bent his head down to brush his lips against the crook of her neck.
She squirmed, feeling that too-familiar rush of heat flutter around in her belly, a bright blush working its way to her cheeks. His teeth grazed the vein in her neck and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in--
That's the way you wish it could be.[/style][style=width: 250px; border-radius: 25px 25px 25px 25px; background: #ffab64; border: 5px double #ff7100; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #000000; padding: 10px;]credit goes to LUNAR of LOVE STAMP[/style]
