We could have a life, us two.. (Completed)

Burning With You

There would be a lot of +18 as if sweet moments, feel free to skip if you don't want to read. ☺️ Credits to the owner of this picture (I don't know who it belongs to)
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Nellie closed her eyes when her back met the wall, yielding softly to the pressure of her husband's lips on her neck. The passionate embrace stirred a longing within her, reminding her of how much she had missed his fervent kisses. Her fingers deftly undid the buttons of his shirt while his hand impatiently crawled beneath her dress, his touch igniting a rush of anticipation.

His hand slid seamlessly into her bloomers, eliciying a gasp from her lips as he caressed her bum. Meanwhile, his other hand worked to loosen the the upperpart of her dress, his kisses growing more intense with each passing moment. "Easy, love." She managed to say between giggles, feeling the urgency in his touch as he hummed into the kiss.

"Can't be easy Vic, it's been three torturous months." He murmured against her lips, his mind clouded with desire like an animal. Nellie halted him with holding his arms, concern etched in her fratures. "Are you sure, love?" She inquired, mindful of his still healing back and her own heavily pregnant state, he was still limping what if she hurted him? She didn't want that to happen. She was dying to feel him for once again, but it wasn't the end of the world if they didn't, she just wanted him to be healed enough.

Confusion flickered across his features at her question. "What do you mean? Of course, I am." He replied his eagerness undiminished.

"No, I mean for your back, love. I don't want you to get hurt." She explained, her concern evident in her voice. Despite her own desires, she prioritized his wellbeing above all else.

"I am fine, pet. I can't wait any longer." He insisted, discarding his shirt with determination.

Her shy smile softened the tension. "Can we eat a little first? I'm famished." She suggested eager to prolong their intimate moment after dinner.

He chuckled at the oversight and forgot for a moment how hungry he was for her. "Of course, my love. Let me help you." He offered, his arms encircling her as they made their way to the kitchen. How could they forget to have dinner, she needed to eat so that the baby could be fed as well. Even if he couldn't wait to feel her anymore, he could wait just a couple of minutes so she could satiate her hunger.

"Sorry that it's not a fancy dinner love." She says as she broke four eggs into the heated pan, preparing a simple meal for the two of them.

"What are you talking about pet, there is nothing better than eating eggs of the hands of your wife." He says making her smile while he leaved little kisses on her exposed shoulder. "Actually, I would've had taken you out for dinner instead of letting you do it." He says regretting why they never had gone on a date together and now she was pregnant it wasn't proper for her to be seen to much.

She smiled hearing him say that. "That doesn't matter darling, I don't care. There is nothing like being the two of us alone instead of in crowded places." It would've been romantic but at home they could have romantic moments too and he would feel more comfortable she knew that.

"I hope the baby takes after you." He confessed again as he was astonished about how understanding she was. He turned her towards him and caressed her cheek with his thumb. Kissing her on the forehead, on the tip of her nose and then on her lips, his hand resting tenderly on her swollen belly. He then realised they hadn't discuss a name for their soon to be born child. "We have no name for the baby." He became aware that they had neglected this important decision. "Why didn't you say anything?" He looked wonderingly, he was so caught up in his healing process that he stupidly hadn't thought they needed to find a name, but then again he knew she wouldn't forget so why didn't she say anything?