Darkest Desires

Neediness

"Connie!" Steven called as he entered the house, thrilled to be home after such a long time away (2 days).

Footsteps from an indeterminate location sounded as she rushed up from the basement and jumped into his arms. "Whoa there, baby. You're gonna crush our little one. How are you, Azalea?" He dropped to his knees to kiss and coo at their child until Connie stomped her foot, growling at him.

"Excuse me? Pregnant fiancée needs attention more than baby does! Trust me, you'll have plenty of time to love on her when she's out of me. Get up here." She leaned down to kiss him and he found himself being pushed back by the force of her kiss, so he steadied himself and pulled her down onto his lap.

He fought back the urge to joke about her moodiness with all his might. "Someone missed me."

She sulked in his neck and pressed needy kisses there. "I need attention."

"So I've been told. Where, how, what do you wanna do? My day is open." He smiled broadly when she straddled and clung to him. This was decidedly the best day ever: his wife– ugh– fiancée murmuring how much she'd missed him.

She pulled up suddenly. "Did you miss me too?"

"I missed you the second before I walked out the door." He picked her up and spun her once, bringing her in for a scalding kiss before they fused.

Stevonnie grunted and rubbed at their back. "Gee, Connie, is our kid really that heavy?/You can thank your family for that. They aren't even full weight."

Stevonnie stretched and lumbered to the kitchen, suddenly hungry for every kind of cheese that they owned. Their components were insistent apparently; Connie because of the cravings originating from her and Steven willing to give her the world in a snowglobe if she asked him to.

Lounging on the couch and eating cheese. Yes, this was the life. Being gorgeous and pregnant and close to one another, close to themselves, was a relief after their being apart for so long. In the reflection of the tv, they could see themselves lazily lying across the couch. Stevonnie was tall when they were kids, but after they'd both settled higher than the average height for their genders ("Demographics, Steven./Whatever.") they were even taller to the point that their legs dangled over the edge of the couch. They wondered what it was like for baby when they fused, if little Azalea was all comfortable and floating in bliss as they got to experience the joys of having a Mommy and Daddy that could become one.

Stevonnie's legs were hairy from lack of shaving and they were tired as all hell today, so they definitely looked a bit disheveled. Their hair had ended up in a tossed, so messy it couldn't even be called a bun hairstyle. As if forced there, their eyes drifted a bit lower to survey their bump. It was a bit more visible every day, and it was beautiful. So round and smooth with life growing inside it that they had made together.

Making the baby was just as fun as watching her grow apparently.

A twinge of desire raced through them, and then repeated the process. The XXXL, ratty star t-shirt they had on was so sexy. Had Connie been wearing it, or had Steven? Regardless, their hands slipped to rub over their bump. "Why is pregnancy making me an animal?" They wondered to themselves idly. Stevonnie knew they couldn't give birth to their child, and they were genuinely and exceptionally grateful for that. Steven wanted to be present, and Connie wanted to experience every scope of it. They would do it together, not together.

"You know, if you're gonna think horny thoughts about getting me pregnant you may as well do something about it," Stevonnie sighed. "No use in making both of us miserable." They laughed. "Get out of my head. I'm just so incredibly talented and my seed is determined. I can't help but feel like a god about it." Stevonnie scoffed and readjusted carefully so they could toss a leg over the back of the couch. Instantly a bit of pressure lifted off of their bladder and they groaned in relief. "Oh, that's so much better."