Against The Rocks

A God Amongst Men

"Oh my god," Johnny groaned, "I can hardly move."

"I did tell you not to have that dessert," Lily smirked. "I know you, Jonathan Lewis Seward, and a four course man you are not."

"We only had three courses," he argued, rubbing at his stomach pitifully as they strolled down the street hand in hand.

Lily snorted, "Except you ate the entire bread basket as well, so I'm counting that."

Johnny groaned again, coming to a halt and throwing back his head for dramatic effect, "But the balsamic vinegar and ciabatta combo was so good, I couldn't help it."

His wife giggled, pulling his hand gently to coax him back into movement. They'd been to their favourite Italian restaurant, Moretti's, for the first time in about a year. It had been their Friday night haunt once - before things had become so strained between them that date nights were out of the question - and they were keen to make it so once again. Their fertility clinic appointment was creeping ever closer, but they'd both forcefully pushed it to the back of their minds, determined to enjoy each other's company in the wait. Salvatore Moretti had been so pleased to see his favourite customers that he'd offered them a bottle of wine and a bread basket on the house – an offer Johnny had taken him up on and then indulged in with a determination to enjoy every last drop and crumb of the gift.

"Tonight was great," Johnny sighed, pulling his hand from Lily's to wrap his arm around her shoulders affectionately. He dipped his head down to whisper in her ear, "And you look outstandingly sexy, might I add." He straightened up and raised his voice, "I'm going to take you home and fuck your brains out."

"Johnny," she laughed, blushing furiously as she looked around to make sure the street was empty. "What if someone heard that?"

"I don't care if the whole world knows," he declared proudly, grinning at her with mischief.

Lily couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face as she shook her head, "I'm not sure if that's romantic or not."

"Oh, come on, Lil," he smirked, making no effort to lower his tone, eager to fluster her further. "When have you ever wanted romance? You're a freak between the sheets, especially when I do that thing where I lick-"

"Shut up," she laughed, shoving him away. "You're trying to embarrass me, and it's not going to work."

Johnny cackled, "Now that sounds like a challenge, and it's one I'll happily rise to. You'll never stop me-"

She cut him off by grabbing at his collar and pulling him in for a deep kiss that effectively silenced him. As they broke apart, with Johnny's cheeks now flushed also, Lily gazed up at him with a twinkle in her eye.

"You're all talk tonight, Seward," she teased, still holding on to his collar. "Why don't take me home and make good on your promise?"

"You don't have to tell me twice," he answered breathlessly, a sly smile pulling at his lips.

They fell apart breathlessly, each wearing a satisfied smile. The sheets were a tangled mess around them, the cool air that breezed in through the open window trailing lazily over their glowing skin. Johnny set his hands behind his head with a contented sigh as Lily curled up under his arm, resting her head on his chest. He wiggled his nose as her dark curls tickled his face.

"You've got too much hair," he complained, teasing a ringlet out and watching it bounce back.

"I could shave it off if you like, go for that Sinead O'Connor look?"

"God, no," he laughed. "It's mildly inconvenient at times like this, but it's beautiful. Imagine our baby having these beautiful curls."

"Our baby?" she asked, her breath catching in her throat. She rolled onto her front, leaning across his chest as she frowned at him in confusion.