Stevie grumbled around, trying to fix the position of the strap, but it was getting increasingly hard to see the thing from over her belly. She knew it was probably killing the mood, but it was good enough for now. When she turned back to where Dusty was sprawled on the bed, her girlfriend took one look at her before she burst out laughing.
"What?!" Stevie demanded, face getting flushed.
"Oh my god," Dusty had to cover her face as she snickered, rolling on the bed. "You look ridiculous! It's just the head of the dildo fighting for it's life under there!"
Stevie's shoulders fell some; it stung more than it should. Stupid hormones. "Do you want me to fuck you or not?"
Dusty waved her hand at her, "give me like... two minutes to laugh this off first."
"Yeah," Stevie said flatly. "That's a no. I'm taking it off, and you're sleeping on the couch."
Dusty sat up abruptly, eyes big. "Wait, are you mad? Stevie, it just looks funny, I didn't-"
"I already feel ugly right now, so yeah, Henderson. Shockingly, my girlfriend laughing at me while we're trying to have sex doesn't really put me in the mood." Stevie snapped, pulling at the harness belts as best she was able, but her vision was starting to swim.
Arms quickly wrapped around her, and Dusty buried her face into Stevie's shoulder. "Stevieeee, I'm not laughing at you, and you're so, so sexy. It's just... you're really pregnant. It just looked a little...silly." She started peppering little kisses along Stevie's skin, finding her favorite moles and freckles.
"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. I love you? My beautiful, sexy, amazing, perfect, currently rotund wife." Stevie was always a bit charmed by Dusty calling her her wife, even if they couldn't get married legally yet. It was almost enough that she missed the rotund comment, to which she elbowed her for.
Stevie sniffed after a minute, calming down a bit. "Look, I know. It's just...I don't know, it's the pregnancy hormones."
Dusty hummed, nipping the skin a few times before it flushed a darker red. "Don't be upset with those hormones, you look so incredible, and... we're going to be moms. Isn't that crazy?"
Stevie let out a small laugh, biting her lip. She'd never thought her girlfriend was going to agree to it, when she brought it up last year.
"... I'm actually more turned on now, are you sure you don't want to fuck me tonight? I promise not to laugh." Dusty asked, and Stevie rolled her eyes, before turning and pushing her back down onto the bed.
"So needy," Stevie said softly, nudging her knees apart.
"Yes, Mommy," Dusty grinned up at her.