Ethereal Love

Back To The Lake (pt. 2)

Nini figured out where they were going about halfway through the journey, but still tried to feign surprise when he pulled up to the entrance of the dock/lake. She didn't have to fake her excitement, however. She hadn't been to the dock since the first time she came with Ricky, and she'd missed it. Maybe it was the memories; their first sober kiss, the place they admitted their feelings, her discovery of his tattoo...

Gasping, she whirled around to look at him and reached out to grab his t-shirt at the hem. He watched her, amused, as she studied the tattoo, biting her lip in concentration.

"Nini?"

"Hm?"

"What're you doing?"

"Trying to figure out how my mother didn't see this yesterday morning." She muttered, tilting her head a little. He chuckled, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from him.

"Maybe she just didn't look hard enough. Why does it matter?" he asked, puzzled. She sighed, blushing a little and refusing to meet his gaze.

"I don't know. I guess I just... for a moment I was a little worried I had imagined it."

"Imagined it?" his eyes widened and he looked beyond confused.

"Yeah. Like, I haven't seen it for days. I guess it's just because I haven't seen you naked all that much but it's like... it's like I've been overlooking it."

"It is quite small. And you've been stressed these past couple of days. But I promise, Neens, it's been there. It's hardly going to go anywhere; it is real." He insisted. She laughed, wiping away a couple of stray tears that had escaped, despite her best efforts.

"I feel like I don't appreciate you enough." She sighed, leaning her forehead on his chest. He laughed.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know... you're always saying I'm beautiful or amazing and I just... I don't say those things to you." She sighed. He laughed.

"It's typically the male's role to give the compliments. You women are supposed to bitch and moan; that's the natural order of things." He joked. She glared at him.

"Hey, make the most of this. I'm gonna be a first class bitch for the next eight months or so. Nice-Nini won't be around much longer, so you'd better appreciate her while you can." She said, half-joking, but also half-serious. He nodded, an amused glint in his eye, but she could tell he knew she wasn't completely messing around.

"Right, I'm sorry."

"You really are amazing, Ricky. I'm so lucky to have you. You're like the perfect guy- and you're not butt-ugly!"

"Wow, I'm not butt-ugly. High praise there, Neens." He muttered dryly. She laughed, shrugging.

"Well, I may have been being a little generous." She winked, before turning and darting away from him, running down the path towards the dock. He laughed loudly and waited a few seconds before chasing her, catching up to her in no time.

"Gotcha!" he breathed in her ear as he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her against his front. She laughed, trying to wriggle free.

"That's not fair- you have longer legs!" she complained. He laughed.

"Shut up, Nini." He mumbled fondly before whirling her around to face him and kissing her, hard. She gasped but melted into the feeling of his lips on hers, almost unfamiliar. They hadn't really kissed since before she'd told him she was pregnant and she hadn't realized how much she'd missed his lips and his tongue until then.

They got heated pretty fast and before she knew it he was pulling away to breathe, smiling at her and entwining their fingers.

"Come on." He tugged her arm gently. "Let's go for a swim."

She was only wearing a pair of pink workout shorts and a white tank top, so she smiled and nodded, following him into the lake willingly.

They splashed around for a while until they ended back up on the dock, Ricky sitting cross-legged with Nini on his lap, legs around his waist with her ankles hooked together behind his back, kissing lazily. Nini shifted her position so she was kneeling in front of him, pushing him backwards until he lay down, legs straight. She straddled his waist and kissed a line down his jaw and neck continuing the trail down his chest and abdomen. He groaned loudly and she pulled back, grinning.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his momentarily before moving back down to once again study the tattoo across his ribs.

"I really like this, you know." She said softly, using her index finger to lightly trace the curves of the letters. He shivered at her touch, squeezing his eyes shut and breathing out a shaky laugh.

"So do I." he said honestly. She smiled.

"You really don't regret it at all?" she asked. He shook his head, too focused on trying to control his raging hormones (easier said than done when he had his super-hot girlfriend straddling him, their crotches almost aligned) to be able to speak. "Good. You know, I was thinking...once I've had the baby, and I've lost the baby-weight, I want to get one the same. Only your name, of course." She told him. His eyes widened and he beamed.

"Really?" he asked. She nodded, relieved. She wasn't sure how he'd take the news.

"Yeah. Do you like that idea?" she asked.

"I love that idea."

"Good." They smiled at each other for a little longer before he frowned, wriggling so that she moved to let him sit up and looking her in the eyes.

"It hurts a lot, though. Like, a lot." He warned her seriously. She rolled her eyes.

"And having a baby doesn't?" she deadpanned.

"Touché."