cravings

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When she first read through their newly obtained pregnancy books, merely scoffed at the passages that mentioned a “heightened sex drive.” Nausea, throwing up, dizziness, tiredness she could comprehend (she’d been there, done that), but one’s sexual appetite taken up a notch during pregnancy seemed like a bogus idea to her, some empty promise to try and prove that being pregnant didn’t suck all the time (okay, it didn’t; it had its ugly sides, true, but it was kind of cool). Or maybe, that was her other theory, it was included in the books to create some sort of placebo effect – like, when moms-to-be read that they were supposed to want to have more sex, suddenly they realized that they wanted to have more sex.

Anyway, long story short: she dismissed this
particular bullet point on the “what to expect” list as wishful thinking at once.

Well, at least until she got to experience it firsthand.

It wasn’t that her sex life lacked anything before her pregnancy – no, quite the contrary; she had absolutely no complaints about Roberts performance (hell, she liked to praise it whenever she found somebody willing to listen to it), and they had a fun, and sometimes embarrassing (like that one time when  Maya caught them during the act in her office) sexual history.

And it wasn’t even that the quality or the quantity went downhill after they had found out about her pregnancy – it didn’t put him off or anything (really, of anything, it might have even made him desire her more – male pride or whatever), it’d just maybe made their couplings a little gentler and more careful. And yet, especially since having had entered her second trimester – which came with a very much needed energy surge and the almost complete disappearance of morning sickness –, she had found herself… well, wanting more.

She wouldn’t have called it a craving, mostly because she didn’t have cravings. No, it was more like as if she had an itch which never really ceased itching, no matter how hard she scratched.

And believe her, she had scratched it – she had just scratched it that morning, and thoroughly (in the end they were late for line up, and got a pretty angry glare from Bishop – apparently, being pregnant wasn’t a Get out of jail free card in every situation), and here she was again, in the middle of the day, hornier than a teenager.

And it was something she was not willing to suffer for long.

Robert was out on a call for most of the morning, but was expected to be back soon, and she was on desk duty, which meant the perfect view point to the barn to know the moment he got back to the station. And so as soon as the aid car rolled into the garage, she shot him a quick text.

Got fifteen minutes to spare?

Sure, why?

She didn’t respond – well, she didn’t see the point in it, considering that as soon as she got his message, she was already out of her chair and on her way to her bunk – where she knew he was headed –, smirking to herself.

She didn’t waste time when she got to the room either – she registered his smile when she stepped through the door, and saw that he was opening his mouth to say something, but didn’t give him a chance to actually get anything out. Instead she quickly crossed the space separating them, and the next moment her lips were already on his, her tongue licking into his mouth, while she – just not to leave any doubts about her intentions – sneaked a hand between their bodies and palmed him through his uniform. His breath hitched in surprise, then he chuckled.