Kinktober: Talder One-Shots

Day 6: Pregnancy Kink/Facesitting

Tally lay naked in the large bed she now shared with Sarah, her body swollen with the life growing inside her. Her pregnancy had been a long journey, one filled with moments of awe, tenderness, and anticipation. Now, with only days left before she was due to give birth, Tally could feel the tension in the air. But it wasn't coming from her.

It was coming from Sarah.

Sarah stood in just her undershirt and pants near the window, her back turned to Tally, staring out at the darkening sky with a deep furrow in her brow. Her arms were crossed, her entire body rigid with stress. Normally, Sarah's presence was commanding—calm, collected, and always in control. But now, there was something in the way she stood that made Tally's heart ache. The formidable General Alder, leader of witches, seemed utterly lost in her own uncertainty.

Tally shifted slightly in bed, her hand resting on her belly as she watched Sarah, her heart swelling with affection and concern. She had seen Sarah face impossible battles, make decisions that would haunt most people for a lifetime, and come out the other side unscathed. But this pregnancy—their pregnancy—had done something to Sarah. It had stripped away her usual confidence, leaving her vulnerable in a way Tally had never seen before.

"You're going to wear a hole in that floor if you keep pacing," Tally said softly, her voice filled with warmth despite the teasing tone.

Sarah didn't respond immediately. She simply stood there, her posture tense, her hands flexing at her sides as though she didn't quite know what to do with herself. After a moment, she let out a deep breath, her shoulders slumping slightly as she turned to face Tally.

"I've never felt so useless," Sarah muttered, her voice low, almost frustrated. "I've led armies, Tally. I've survived the destruction of my coven, centuries of war... and yet, this—" She gestured vaguely toward Tally's belly, her eyes filled with a helplessness that Tally had never seen before. "This is something I can't control. I don't know how to protect you. I don't know how to do this."

Tally's heart ached at the sight of Sarah's vulnerability. She knew how deeply Sarah felt things, how much responsibility she carried on her shoulders every day, and this pregnancy had only amplified that weight. The thought of something happening to Tally or the baby clearly terrified her in a way that battle and war never had.

"Sarah," Tally said softly, shifting in bed to sit up straighter. "Come here."

Sarah hesitated for a moment before crossing the room, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Tally. She still looked tense, her eyes flicking to Tally's belly with a mix of wonder and fear. Tally reached out, taking Sarah's hand in hers and placing it gently on her swollen belly.

"Feel that?" Tally whispered, her voice soft but filled with affection as the baby shifted slightly beneath Sarah's hand. "Our child is strong. We've made it this far, and everything is going to be alright."

Sarah's eyes softened as she felt the baby move beneath her touch, but there was still a tension in her jaw, an unease that she couldn't seem to shake. "I just... I don't want anything to happen to you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never been this afraid of losing someone. Not even when I lost my coven. This is different."

Tally's heart swelled at Sarah's words. She could feel the depth of Sarah's fear, the weight of the love she carried for both Tally and their child. "You won't lose me," Tally said firmly, her hand tightening around Sarah's. "We're going to get through this together. You've been so strong for so long, Sarah. Let me be strong for you now."

Sarah's breath hitched, her eyes searching Tally's face as though she were trying to find some reassurance, something to ground her. Tally could see how deeply this affected her—how being unable to control the outcome of the pregnancy made Sarah feel powerless in a way that nothing else ever had.