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It took you a few months, but you’d finally pared down all of your worldly belongings, figuring out what was trash and what you wanted to keep. You had Marie Kondo’d the fuck out of your apartment, and now you were left with the essentials and the things that sparked joy. You lived pretty minimally already, given that most of your interests lay in your computer anyway.
Also during these three months, you had been scoping out larger apartments with Arthur; you had been adamant about having an apartment with two bathrooms. You looked at two bedroom and three bedroom apartments, trying to figure out what you two could afford. Being on the more frugal side, Arthur suggested going for the two bedroom, even though part of you really wanted that extra room as your own.
“I ain’t got much, you know that,” he had said in regards to his own sparsely furnished room.
You finally found a place within your budget that had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and an in-unit washer and dryer. It was a dream.
Granted, it was a little farther from your workplace than before, but it was the same distance for Arthur, so you figured you’d take the extra fifteen minutes on your commute if it meant having those amenities.
For three weeks, you packed and moved all of your things and all of Arthur’s & Isaac’s things to the new apartment. It was tough, annoying, and tiring. You also discovered that you and Arthur worked quite well together, knowing when to yield to the other’s commands. He took orders well, not arguing with you and not “mansplaining” as much as you had feared.
The two of you finished setting up Isaac’s room first, just in time for his week to be living with you two. His week at Arthur’s happened to coincide with your first week in the new apartment, which wasn’t your ideal schedule. You had wanted to clean up a bit more, get used to the place before suddenly having to get used to a small child living with you. You wondered how you would handle it; after all, you loved the little guy, but babysitting him and actually living with him were two different things.
***
You need not have worried. Though he was generally a good child, you managed to remain patient when he was throwing a tantrum. Arthur was impressed with the way you handled him, considering that he often just tossed Isaac into his room until he cooled off.
Your work schedules were a little tricky, but you managed to make it work. You would take him to school and Arthur would pick him up after work, since his work shift was a couple hours earlier than yours.
During the week, you and Arthur also managed to get everything put away; furniture was in place, shelves were filled with books and knick knacks, and the kitchen was organized. Even little Isaac helped, when he wasn’t doing homework. By the end of the week, you were sad to see him go, having gotten accustomed to him being around.
***
When Arthur came back from dropping Isaac back off with his mother, you had finished laundry, putting the last of Isaac’s shirts away in his room. Arthur came into Isaac’s room, seeing you close the drawer.
“You look like a mom,” he idly commented.
Turning to look at him in surprise, you cocked your head at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugged. “I mean, you look all carin’ and such,” he mumbled, gesturing vaguely.
You laughed at his attempt to explain. “That’s sweet of you to say. I never really thought about being a mother. Right now, I just want to figure out my life a little longer before I go and create another life, you know?”
“I know,” Arthur said as he nodded and held his hand out to you. “C’mon.”
“Where’re we going?”
“We ain’t had the place to ourselves since we moved in here. I think it’s time we celebrated livin’ together,” he said, a sly smile growing on his face.
“Arthur, it’s barely noon.”
“Ya ever heard of a nooner, darlin’?”
“Arthur!”
He laughed as he pulled you into the bedroom, leaving the door wide open. Picking you up and tossing you onto the bed, he pulled off his shirt and came after you, prowling like a beast on the hunt.
“Yer all mine, sweetheart,” he rumbled as he reached for you, cupping your face in his big, warm hands before leaning down. “All mine.”
His lips caressed yours, a whisper of a touch, gently teasing as you tried to kiss him. Back and forth, playing hard to get, he would nip in for a quick, chaste kiss before pulling away, kissing the tip of your nose, the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your forehead. Every time you tried to turn your head towards him, his hands kept you still, until he had his fill.
“Arthur,” you whined. “Let me kiss you.”
“All you had to do was ask,” he said with a grin, his eyes shining with mischief.
Then he leaned in slowly, his eyes fluttering close as his lips met yours, fully and wholly. A small sound of pleasure left him as he let his body cover yours, his arms wrapping around you and holding you tight against his bare chest. He slowly rolled you over so he wasn’t crushing you, his hands finding their way under your shirt, his rough fingers grazing along your skin.
Arthur fumbled with your bra clasps for a few moments, cursing under his breath. You didn’t bother helping him, instead letting him flounder some more before he finally stopped and gripped your hips instead.
“Could ya help me out, darlin’?”
“All you had to do was ask,” you teased, echoing his previous statement.
“You sassy girl,” he said, his voice lowering. “Do I need to teach you how to behave?”
“Maybe,” you replied with a wink as you sat up, took off your shirt, and undid your bra, flinging it over your shoulder. Taking his hands off your hips and placing them onto your exposed breasts, you gyrated your hips, wantonly rubbing yourself against his hardening shaft like you were in heat.
“Need me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, please,” you breathed.
Arthur reached up and helped you out of your pants, his hands sliding over your bare ass as you got up on your knees and let your pants slide down your thighs before you rolled onto your back and started kicking them off. Sitting up, Arthur helped pull them off of you, his hands running up and down your legs.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he rolled in between your legs and spread you open. “I can’t get enough of ya.” Leaning in, he licked your core, glancing up at you and winking before he dived in, delving his tongue inside, moaning as he tasted you.
You dug your hands into his hair and sighed happily as he worshipped you with his mouth. He didn’t stop, even when you begged for his cock, even when you warned him that you were close. And when his lips wrapped around your clit and he pressed his tongue against it, swiping up and down in rapid licks, you cried out with your release, wrapping your legs around his head, your hips spasming as he continued to suck and lick until you were laying on the bed, wrung out and sated. His hips jerked into the mattress after one long moan from you, and he quickly got up and removed his pants.
“Your voice, darlin’, just does things to me. Need to be inside of ya.”
Crawling back over you, he angled his cock and slipped inside of your wet channel, letting out a soft groan as he sunk in fully. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and took a deep breath.
“Goddamn, you feel so good,” he rumbled as he began to pump his hips, leaning down to give you a passionate kiss, the taste of your essence still lingering on his tongue. Then he propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at you lovingly, softly moaning as he made love to you, taking his time with each thrust, making sure that you felt every inch of him.
“Arthur,” you whimpered, moving your hips to meet his. “Faster, please, I need you to fuck me!”
“Anythin’ fer you, darlin’,” he whispered as he sped up his pace, lifting himself up and using gravity to pound harder into you, cursing as he succumbed to his baser needs. “Fuck, so good…”
“Come inside me,” you begged, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, reaching down to stroke your clit rapidly, chasing that glorious high. In a haze of lust and inspiration, with no time to second guess yourself, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him on top of you, pressing his body against yours. You nibbled his earlobe before whispering, “Put a baby in me.”
Arthur suddenly came with a shout followed by a long moan, his hips crushing yours as he emptied himself inside of you. He reached down and grabbed your ass, lifting you upwards slightly to keep as much of his come in you as he slowly slipped out of you.
“Wow, didn’t realize that was a trigger for you,” you joked.
Arthur shrugged. “I didn’t either, ‘till you said it.” He wrapped his arms around you and rolled over, draping you over his body as he lay on his back, casually playing with your hair. The look in his eyes was so tender that your breath caught and your heart pounded.
“Arthur?”
“Hm?”
“Whatcha thinking about?”
He smiled. “Nothin’.”
You poked his cheek. “C’mon, tell me. Please?” You gave him your biggest puppy eyes and pouted.
Arthur laughed softly. “Alright. Just don’t… don’t run away.”
“I would never!”
“I was just picturin’ you… with a baby. Our baby.”
You swallowed. This was serious talk. But the thought didn’t repulse you nor scare you. In fact, the thought warmed your heart. If it was with Arthur, you weren’t frightened of a new future. You smiled at him and put your hands on his cheeks.
“That’s a beautiful thought, Arthur. Maybe someday.”
You had seen a lot of his smiles, many different kinds of smiles from him.
But his smile at this very moment? It was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.