Kinktober: Talder One-Shots

Day 4 - Pregnancy Kink/Semi-Rough Sex

Tally stood in the doorway of Sarah's quarters, a strange mix of excitement and nervous energy buzzing through her as she took in her new surroundings. She had only just moved in after the Beltane ritual, and everything still felt new—living with Sarah, carrying their child. The weight of the moment settled over her, but it wasn't overwhelming. It felt right.

Sarah was standing by the window, her back turned to Tally, but the moment Tally entered, Sarah's gaze shifted. She had sensed her presence immediately, her dark eyes softening as they landed on Tally's belly—a gentle swell that had only begun to show but was unmistakable now. Sarah's expression shifted from her usual composed demeanor to something far softer, more tender.

Without a word, Sarah crossed the room, her hands resting on Tally's hips before sliding down to cup her belly gently. The intensity of Sarah's focus, the way her eyes lingered on the curve of Tally's stomach, made Tally's heart flutter. She could feel the warmth of Sarah's hands, the way her fingers spread protectively over her belly as though she could already sense the life growing inside her.

"You're beautiful," Sarah whispered, her voice uncharacteristically soft, the sharpness of command replaced with something sweeter, more intimate. She leaned in, pressing her lips to Tally's belly, leaving slow, deliberate kisses as her hands gently caressed the curve of her stomach.

Tally's breath hitched at the tenderness in Sarah's touch, her heart swelling with the affection Sarah so rarely showed. But as sweet as the moment was, a different kind of heat began to build inside her—an insistent, aching need that had been growing stronger since she'd first found out she was pregnant.

She was constantly hungry for Sarah's touch, and now, as Sarah kissed her belly with such reverence, Tally couldn't hold back the desire that surged through her. She needed more. So much more.

Sarah, though, was moving slowly. Too slowly.

Tally's breath quickened, her body responding to the soft kisses and caresses, but it wasn't enough. She wanted Sarah—needed her in a way that was far more urgent than these gentle touches. Her fingers twitched at her sides, the tension coiling in her lower belly as she felt Sarah's lips skim over her skin again, too softly, too carefully.

"Sarah..." Tally whispered, her voice tinged with impatience.

Sarah glanced up at her, eyebrows raised in question, her hands still resting gently on Tally's belly. "What is it?"

Tally's breath hitched as she searched for the right words, her body already trembling with need. "You're being too gentle."

Sarah's lips curled into a small, amused smile, her gaze flicking between Tally's face and her belly. "I'm not going to hurt you. Or the baby."

Tally let out a breathless laugh, her fingers gripping the fabric of Sarah's uniform shirt as she pulled her closer, her eyes dark with the desire that had been building inside her for hours. "Sarah, you're not hurting the baby," she said, her voice low, filled with an urgency she couldn't control. "I need you. Please."

For a moment, Sarah hesitated, her gaze flicking down to Tally's belly once more, as if weighing her options. But then, something shifted in her expression, her eyes darkening as the sharp, commanding edge returned.

Tally knew that look, and it made her pulse race.

"You need me," Sarah repeated, her voice low and filled with a dark promise, a complete contrast to the tenderness of earlier.

Tally nodded quickly, her breath coming in short gasps as Sarah's hands moved from her belly to her hips, pulling her closer. "Yes," Tally whispered, her fingers curling into Sarah's shirt as she tried to keep herself grounded, the heat between them building to a fever pitch. "Please, Sarah."