Falling for You

Parting Once More

Warning - smut at the end
Song - Amy Amy Amy/Outro by Amy Winehouse

"Timmy! Wouldya help me with this box!" I shouted down the hall and as quick as a flash he was at my side and taking the box.
"I told you to not lift the heavy shit babe, do you forget you're pregnant?"
He warned with a smile.
"Ugh I'm not even showing yet."
"You should still take extra care!"

We walked down the hall together and spoke.
"You should carry the pillows or plants not a box full of books and records!"
"Tim I was the one who asked for help." I explained.
"Just don't- don't worry me."
"I'll try."

On our way back up to get more boxes we saw nosey Kayla with her head poking out her door.
"Hey Kayla!" Said Tim calling out that he saw her.
"You're moving out?" She asked coming out from the protection of her door.
"Yeah we are. We're getting a house."

"A house? What the hell do you two skinny people need all that room for?" She challenged rudely.
"Um well there's actually gonna be three of us." I said.
"Three? Oh my god you're going polyamorous?!"

"What? No." Timmy piped up. "We're having a baby."
"Oh." Sighed Kayla. "A planned baby?"
"Right, that's enough out of you." Said Tim slamming our door behind us.

I looked at the empty apartment.
"It's never looked so big." I laughed.
"I'm gonna miss this place. This is the only place I've lived in that wasn't my parents place or London." He sighed.
"Wow, a lot of memories?"
"Whole bunch."
"A lot of women?" I asked, cheekily.
"Only one important one."

Timothée went to the bathroom, making a strangely big deal about his last pee in the Brooklyn apartment.
Laughing about this I went onto the balcony for one last look. I thought about the many memorable conversations that happened on this balcony despite only living here for a few months.

But then again- months with Timothée felt like years. I only met him just under a year ago yet I felt like we'd known each other for years. Obviously, I learned new things about him all the time but I liked that- our relationship was lived in as well as youthful and vibrant. Some people wait 30/40/50 years before they meet they're soulmate and some people never even do. But I could rest happily knowing I'd for certain met mine.

...

Decorating the house was difficult, with Timmy admit I barely move in my state of pregnancy. God he treated it like an illness! So, a bunch of his friends came round to help.
Soon our beaten up sofa was in the little living room, our bed was in the bedroom and our pictures were on the walls.

The baby's room lay empty for the time being. Timothée suggested we wait to find out the sex then decorate accordingly, I agreed. Once night reached we lay on the couch exhausted.

"What a day!" Tim exclaimed.
"Hey it's over now, you can relax."
"We have our own home." He said quietly. "Isn't that amazing?"
"Sure is."
"Hey you know what we should do?"
"What Timmy?"

He rotated his body to lie over mine. He walked his fingers up my chest as he spoke.
"How about we consummate the moving in."
I let out a short laugh.
"Hey, it's a good idea." He defended himself.
"You're just looking for an excuse to have sex." I laughed.

"No, I think it's important the house knows who's boss." He said, exaggerating. I laughed at him again.
"You don't need to try that hard baby." I laughed before I kissed him.
His body relaxed on mine, hands roaming and squeezing.

After a long passionate minute or few of kissing and touching we began to remove our clothes.
"You wanna go to bed?" Timothée asked.
"No I wanna do it here."
"On the couch?" His brow raised suggestively.
"On the couch." I smirked.

He tore off my bottoms and his lining up his hard erection.
"You sure?"
"Yes but be careful I'm a pregnant lady." I joked.
He laughed. "So I can't do it rough?" He said in a sarcastic sad tone giving me puppy dog eyes.

"If I can't lift a box can you fuck me hard?"
"I see no correlation." He laughed.
I rolled my eyes.
"Just do me baby." I moaned out taking him by surprise from the change of sarcastic tone.

He pushed in me and groaned into my shoulder.
"Ohh you're so tight baby. Oh my god!"
He found a fast rhythm thrusting in and out, I bucked my hips up to meet his- our sweaty bodies writhing against each other.

He held me as close as possible to him, every inch of our skin touched.
"I love you so much ahhh!" He groaned.
"I love you too baby." I replied in my high pitch.
One hand came up to my face and combed hair out of it. Then, he kissed me lustfully.

He made love to me for what felt like hours until we both came undone within each other. We lay in each other's arms all night whispering I love yous  and combing our hands through each other's hair.

A/N: Hey, if anybody wants me to include anything specific in the next few chapters (smut or otherwise) feel free to comment.
:)