Ill Conceived Plans

Dream State

MORNING light filtered through the soft drapes of Dane's room and gently touched sleeping faces as they snuggled together in a way neither of them had expected or sought.

They fell asleep talking, they fell asleep sooner than planned. Sooner than they'd both hoped.

There was a lot to talk about and very little time to do it.

But it had been warm and soft and neither of them had been sleeping well in recent times and their bodies had just drifted off.

Sure they'd fought over whom would have what side of the bed; like they did anytime they slept in the same space (other than THAT night). Before snuggling in with him sleeping left and her right – as always.

The throw pillows from Margaret's sitting room were still piled on the floor beside the bed as Dane spooned Sarah. She was tucked in close to his body, he had his arms securely around her middle, with a hand draped protectively over their child.

It was romantic and heartbreaking in equal measure.

She was still asleep, he wasn't, not really.

He couldn't.

Part of him woke early, as it always did when he slept close to Fox.

He was painfully hard and the moment she woke, it would be painfully obvious and totally inappropriate given their current situation; he should leave and give himself a good seeing too in the shower. He didn't want to pressure her and they really shouldn't have sex just because his body wanted it and they'd done it before. He didn't know what the baby meant to them yet, for them. He was in a relationship with someone else, sure it was casual, but it was coming into awards season, and there were roles he wanted and he needed stability not scandal and this could be seen as a scandal if you didn't know them. The timing was so wrong. But the fact that his Fox was having a baby, his baby. kept repeating on a loop in his head. It was complicated anyway without him waking up with his cock weeping in his pajama pants, pressed hard against the most fascinating, infuriating and unpredictable woman he knew. But the feel of her body was too intoxicating and sleep making, he was dozy and more relaxed than he'd been in months. He was reluctant to break this spell. Reluctant until the world came crashing in on them – which it would. But not yet.

He smiled to himself, content like a cat in the warm sun despite his hard on. A memory of another time, the first time she'd woken up in his arms, filtered into his head. Unlike now when they were conservative 30 somethings in flannel PJs with knit-t tops, they'd been naked that morning. He'd been embarrassed that his young body had gifted him with morning wood. Was that normal? Would she feel pressured to do it again? He wasn't making it do that, it had a mind on its own and it had, to his relief, decided it really liked girls and there was one in his bed. They'd only talked about one night not the next morning. He'd been so worried about it all that he didn't feel her move; take in what she was doing until she took him in. She sucked on the tip of his cock, ran her tongue down it until his eyes rolled back in his head and he could take no more. He'd asked permission then, even if she didn't, permission to take her again and she'd smiled shyly as she'd scooted up his body and then wantonly she lowered herself down. He had to hold it up for her and she was obviously still a little sore, her muscles adjusting to having him or anyone in that intimate place, she hissed and flinched a little but still, she kept going, slowly, god so slowly. The sight of the naked Fox with her pert beautiful breasts bobbing as she slowly ate his cock with her pussy had almost brought him unstuck before she got half way but he closed his eyes and recited scenes from Hamlet until she groaned and he knew he was there, fully there. He hadn't lasted long that morning with his hands on her breasts as she moved on him but by god, it was still a memory that made him hard. Probably not the memory for right here right now though.