#present day stuff

The truth was, B!Reader was having trouble not biting her nails as she waited inside the car. They were already parked outside the church, she was going to come out and walk the aisle in a moment but how could she not be nervous? 

She was excited, of course, because she could not believe what a wonderful start for the year! Having spent most of the previous year stressing over deadlines for her book and wedding planning, she was now about to tie the knot and once she was back from her honeymoon with Brian she was coming home to the release of her book. Hopefully, the first of many… 

So where were these nerves coming from? It might have had something to do with the reporters outside the church. The paps waiting outside of her home for the last few weeks were just relentless. 

She was not anxious about the things people would write online, she knew the fans of her soon-to-be husband were supportive of their relationship. She was having trouble with the thought of her picture appearing everywhere online, on the papers the next morning. She did not want to be known as Brian May’s super young partner, which the media so senselessly had been doing for almost two years now.

“Everything alright?” Her father asked her, looking at her with the same unreadable expression he had on his face the day she moved out of the family home. 

B!Reader remembered that day and then thought of the conversation she had with her father after she came home with the ring on her finger. Looking down, the ring seemed to shine brighter than ever. A delicate pink band of gold holding the squared diamond in the middle. She thought Brian had an exquisite taste when she first examined the ring, he would never give her some huge rock. No. Brian was too humble for that sort of thing. 

With her hair falling over her shoulders in those long waves the hairdresser covered in hair spray, she shook her head lightly, minding the veil stuck to the back of her hair where the two strands of her h/c hair were joined from both sides of her head to make for a soft and delicate looking half-up hairdo. 

“I wish they hadn’t found out…” She told her father and re-wrapped her fingers around the bouquet of flowers lying on her lap. 

“Well,” her dad paused, “if they’re here, the least you can do is show them how little they matter.”

B!Reader frowned and looked back at her dad, thinking he was someone else. 

“What?”

“Come on,” he reached for the door handle and took a quick glance at his watch, “this is your big day. My daughter is getting married, and no stupid reporter will ruin this day. I will not allow it!” 

It might have been the bubbling up of emotions, or the nerves of the day, she did not know what it was, but she knew she wanted to burst into tears at that moment.

Her parents had never been too excited about her relationship with Brian, and her father had certainly never been shy about it… those words, although did not mention Brian, did show that he wanted her to be happy. That she mattered.

He stepped out of the car and looked around, people had gathered outside the small church to watch from a distance as the wedding took place. 

B!Reader and Brian kept the guest list quite limited to their closest friends and family. Regretfully, Brian would not be able to have his own parents there, but he hoped somewhere in the universe they would see it and be happy for him; instead, he only had his son and daughters there, along with the grandchildren. He invited his closest family, some friends from college, scientists who were for sure going to speak to B!Reader and as always make her feel more than ignorant… she did not mind, it gave her and Brian something to talk about later when she asked why in the world were his friends talking about sonoluminescence.

On her side, she invited her sisters and her brother, her parents, a few aunts and cousins, and her small group of closest friends. The two decided to, of course, have their respective agents there as well. The only person she accepted to invite with a frown was R!Reader. 

“She gets on my nerves, Brian!” She discussed with him once. 

“She is Rog’s girlfriend…we have to invite her.” Brian reminded her. 

“Yeah, yeah… he got himself a real piece of work with that one…”

Regardless, here they were, probably sitting near the front too. 

B!Reader picked up her bouquet and handed it to her father before taking his free hand and pulling up her dress to step out of the car. Brian’s little grandchildren stood on the side with their mother, Louisa, who waited patiently. The little ones were soon instructed on how to hold the train of the bride’s white dress. The skirt that opened at the waist flew around her figure and she smiled at the kids, lifting her veil just for a second she winked at them and put the see-through piece back on its place as she intertwined her arm with that of her father. 

It was another emotional moment that day. She suspected Brian had felt many emotions just a moment before when he walked to the altar accompanied by his youngest daughter Emily. With her dad handing her the bouquet again he tapped her hand that emerged from under his arm and gave her a soft smile. 

They could all only hope for a bright future ahead. Mr. Y/L/N did not intend on giving up his daughter at the altar more than once, and B!Reader had never even pictured things going wring with Brian. They were both mature, and they understood each other even when they did not agree. The arguments were fierce, but both came back to each other a minute after. With so many different interests, they were usually taking part in something outside of their comfort zone. When one of them needed it, they would both stay home and have a break from the world. Brian sometimes needed someone to take care of him, and B!Reader never felt like he took her for granted. Nothing could go wrong, anyone could see how perfect for each other they were - even if the papers tried to bash them for the age gap. 

Sticking her head up high, she straightened up and walked inside with her dad as they both shared the moment when the guests all turned to her as she approached the aisle. It turned out that although she smiled at everyone there, she could not focus on any face the one of the man waiting for her at the altar. 

Brian stood there as tall as he was, in his blue suit, a rose on his jacket. He even looked odd with his white shirt buttoned all the way up. His eyes showed a strange gleam, tears? But he was smiling. Yes. There was a small smile on his face, lips in a tight curve, chin tilted down. She watched as Jimmy patted his father’s shoulder. 

The whole thing was a blur, at least to her. After her father put her hand on Brian’s with a rather stern look at the man becoming her husband, everything happened too fast. It all seemed a little meaningless…a wedding in a minuscule part of the universe, B!Reader knew Brian would never see it like that, still; she could not help it but smile at him when they said their vows. If there was anyone she would jump into the void with, it was him. 

At last, upon hearing that it was done and they were officially men and wife, she turned to Brian and the world appeared to spin at its usual speed now. It fell into place and for the first time, she turned to look at her husband. 

“Doctor May,” she said slowly, with caution.

Her grey husband smiled down at her and they held one another to give each other their first kiss as a married couple. 

“Mrs. May…” he chuckled to himself in glee. 

Their guests all cheered and clapped, but really, they could not care much for it as they ended the kiss before it became something vulgar and uncomfortable to watch. 

The couple was all smiles as they turned to leave down the aisle, smiling at their friends gathered there to celebrate them. 

“I was a little nervous this morning. There were reporters outside the house.” She admitted once they were sitting inside the car taking them to the reception. 

Brian held her hand in his, the two of them almost squeezed together in the backseat while there was plenty of space on the back the 1933 Bentley. 

“That is usually how it is…” Brian sighed, “I thought it didn’t bother you anymore…?” 

B!Reader leant her head on his shoulder and turned her eyes to his face. 

“I don’t. It’s just…well, I wasn’t ready for all of that happening today. I guess I…forgot you are more than an astrophysicist…”

“Ah…” He turned his head to kiss the top of her head. “But they didn’t follow me today! It was you who they wanted to see…”

B!Reader put her free hand on Brian’s chest and giggled with a sense of guilt at her husband’s subtle compliment. 

“You know what? I am not fighting you on this one. I am cute.” She stretched her neck to kiss Brian’s cheek. “And all yours now!” 

Brian wrapped his arms around her and smiled. When in a thousand years could he ever imagine that he would have the chance to find the right person at his age! The right woman, young and mature. Pretty and smart. Adventurous and caring. Loving and curious. He just could not help it, when they had that conversation about marriage and she looked away at his words. He had said he would never marry again after Anita, and it did not help that she tried her best to hide it…she was heartbroken. Brian knew if he did not make a move at some point, he would just keep hurting her and eventually he would push her away, so he did what any sane man would do. He bought her a ring and proposed. Almost exactly ten months ago that day. 

“Hey, Bri?” She suddenly asked, “have you heard Adam singing the song?” 

“Oh, love!” Brian chuckled nonchalantly as he reassured his wife. “Adam’s blessed with that voice, don’t worry about it!”

B!Reader shifted in her seat to fix Brian’s collar, she spoke as she did so. 

“It’s just…I was listening to it earlier and…well, this is just a warning, Bri.” 

Brian looked at his wife through narrowed eyes. 

“I might cry during our first dance.” 

It was a perfect warning, as soon as the song began and Adam, in his beautiful pink suit, started singing with the band behind him, B!Reader in Brian’s arms let out the first few tears. With Brian singing on her ear she then decided to spend that first dance with her head on his chest as they swayed in the middle of the dancefloor to one of their favourite songs, in fact, he first song they ever danced to together. Doris Day’s “if I give my heart to you” in the voice of Adam Lambert. 

“…And will you sigh with me when I’m sad Smile with me when I’m glad And always be as you are with me tonight

Brian was a wonderful grandpa, and as you watched him kneel to help the little girl you could not stop yourself from chuckling at the little girl’s hands that cupped her granddad’s cheeks when he tied her shoelaces, his eyes turned up to her and he gave her a warm smile that awarded him of a peck on the tip of the nose, his granddaughter a complete sweetheart with dark blond locks that made her look the perfect combination of her parents. Placing a hand on your chest to the response your husband gave her, you sighed. Brian laughed and held the little girl’s chin softly, saying something to her before slipping his hand to the back of her head and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Emily had a hard time coming to grips with your relationship with Brian, to some extent you knew she did not like you. And you could not blame her, she had made it clear that all she could manage to have with you was a formal relationship. Brian was a little oblivious of these small female matters.

And while you wanted so badly to just come outside into the garden and yell at him that you were pregnant, you decided to wait and do it in a more private environment. Though entertaining, you were tired and craving for your bed already; a symptom of your current state.

Finishing up with the drying of the dishes, Louisa stepped to your side and took a glance at the window, looking at the same thing you were so lovingly looking at.

“I can’t get used to seeing him so calm.” You heard her say.

Turning your head to your oldest step-daughter you smiled at her, blinking away the various thoughts swimming around in your head.

“Sorry?” You tilted your head as if this would help make sense of her words.

Louisa smiled down at her hands holding a glass and a rag, making sure it was dry on the inside before setting it on the counter.

“Dad is always anxious - he used to be.” She cocked a brow and pointed at you for a brief second, “until you came along. I think he is more organized, in his head, you know? Mum used to say that he needed to clear his mind. As a child, you don’t notice these things… but you know… he can be…well…all of us!” She frowned at herself. “We are his kids after all.”

You felt your brows raise in an involuntary movement.

Louisa smiled at your confusion. “We get anxious. Dad used to a lot.”

She looked out the window, the kids now sat with Brian in the grass, watching some small insect crawl on their grandpa’s hand.

“He doesn’t mean to. He is a sensitive man, I learned some time ago. When my sister was born I remember thinking “why is dad so nervous?” and I think you’ve helped him with that a lot.”

You were surprised to hear that from Louisa, she was always nice to you, and at least now you thought you had a better idea of why.

“Oh, believe me, that hasn’t changed.” You shook your head, smiling, “your father is very complicated, but you have to understand passion is often mistaken for obsession. Brian is a dreamer. A fighter.” You looked down at your wedding band around your finger and then at Louisa whose mouth had fallen agape. “He really doesn’t look the part does he?”

With Louisa shaking her head you laughed.

“It is what it takes to do the things your father has done! He has done difficult things in times when men often wouldn’t even talk about it.”

Louisa turned and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She smiled at you and narrowed her eyes at you with a playfulness that was straight up inherited from her father.

“Aren’t you cut from the same cloth?” She joked.

You were surprised by the sudden outburst of giggles that came from the back door as the kids came in to rush to Louisa’s side, telling her everything about a tiny ladybird they found in the garden.

Brian came in a minute later, finding you quickly he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and looking at his daughter and grandchildren as you tilted your head back to look at his face. Taking in the shape of his long nose, you felt your stomach float inside your body as it had done the first few times you went out. With a soft laugh, you cupped his chin and kissed his cheek.

“We have to go now,” Brian said in a soft voice, “got a big long day tomorrow.”

You nodded toward the kids with a side smile. “Grandpa’s visiting some children tomorrow to teach them about animals.”

Brian nodded at the kids.

Making sure that you had said goodbye to everyone, you left the kids with a soft peck in the top of the head and hugged Louisa before holding on to Brian’s hand and stepping out to get to the car.

The drive back home went by quickly while you chatted with Brian about what the kids had been up to, the children telling you both different sides of the stories so now you had to make it all out from the pieces you had.

Smiling at Brian you kissed his knuckles and after a minute he turned his head to look at you for a second before returning his gaze at the road.

“What was that for?” He looked like he was close to laughing.

With a shrug you turned to look at the houses being left behind, you were now only a few meters away from your place.

“I felt like it.” You admitted. “You know, love, I really think we need to redecorate that spare room…”

Brian hummed and frowned, stopping the car outside your modest home. He opened the door and let go of your hand to step outside. As old fashioned as he was, he walked around the car and opened the door for you, offering you his hand to help you out of the vehicle.

Thanking him you took it and after he pushed the car door closed he asked.

“Why? I thought you liked the space for reading.”

Nodding you could not help but think of the place where you would have to go to read now. Most of your books were in the spare room down the hall; you had put a wooden bookcase in there and a couple of armchairs with a coffee table in the middle and a beautiful painting on the wall. The room was lit perfectly by the window and during the nights you could turn a couple of bright lights on to keep reading.

And now, you would have to move the bookcase to Brian’s studio, the armchairs were probably too big to fit there so you would have to get rid of them to make room for the nursery. This was the part that you were excited to mention, the thing that made the loss of this space worth it and not a loss at all.

“I love that room!” You pulled on his hand as you walked inside the house, Brian turned the lights on and you two started taking your coats off. “I just think there are better ways to use it.”

“Care to elaborate, dear?”

Brian put his hands on his hair and brushed his curls around a bit, the gesture too inviting to resist, you reached up to his hair and messed it too to a joyful Brian staring back at you.

“Well…” you let your hands fall away from his him and he watched you carefully.

As you play dumb, Brian tilts his head down and picks up his glasses and puts them on his face, suddenly he sees a thought run past his mind and he inspected you from head to toes. His hands go to your waist making you wonder what he is doing.

“Ah!” He let out after a minute staring into your eyes.

Your hands held onto his elbows and his eyes opened wide. He knew you too well to ignore the slight blush on your face, the brightness of your hair and the overflowing bras you’d been wearing lately.

“Have we gotten any luck, Y/N?” He asked, almost certain that you would give him a positive answer.

When the corners of your mouth curled up and your eyes showed a new gleam Brian knew. He simply wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close to him, laughing on your shoulder as you nuzzled his neck.

“I’m pregnant, Bri!” You mumbled onto the collar of his t-shirt. “I’m pregnant and - oh, my God, you won’t believe me…”

Brian loosened up his grip and leant back to look at your face, one of his hands coming to cup your cheek, the gesture sweet and soft. He gave you time to explain, his eyes full of curiosity for what you had to say.

Rolling your eyes you stood on your tiptoes, sliding his glasses off the bridge of his nose with your hand, and kissed your husband. He kissed you back, your lips connected in a slow and delicate kiss that lasted a moment too long with no one’s concern.

“The doctor didn’t want to give me many hopes, because you know…sometimes stuff happens…” You blabbered on while Brian waited patiently. “We might have…” you put your index and middle fingers up next to your face, a pouty smile on your face, “twins.”

For a second you stared at each other.

“I knew you were trouble!” Brian joked, his eyes opened wide but a large smile appeared on his face and some treacherous tears accumulated on his eyes. “That’s wonderful!”

Brian pulled you closer again and you laughed against his face, your noses touching.

“That’s wonderful news.” He mumbled.

Somehow you were not crying but he was so you wiped his face dry with your thumbs.

“Safe to say, we got very lucky!” You made him laugh again. “I love you.”

Taking in a deep breath you feel your lungs grow with the morning air of your room, while it often smells like Roger you smile to yourself and perceived a hand pulling your hair away from your shoulder and face.

If it wasn’t for the tickling on your back you could have gone back to sleep. It was undoubtedly your boyfriend playing with your body, not like you minded it. In fact, you welcomed the little cold on your skin when the covers were pulled away from you, instead Roger’s fingers grazed along your back. Humming at the touch, you felt his beard on your side, and lips pressed short wet kisses along your spine.

You had the whole day to yourself since Roger was going to rehearsal with the band before going on tour next month, a sad Sunday for you… It did not occur to you that Roger would want to start of the day like this.

“Rog…” you tilt your head back once his lips reached your shoulder blade.

“Morning, love!” he mumbled near your ear.

You let yourself moan to the simple grasp of his hand on your hip as he pulled you onto him, clearly, he had a massive boner already.

Without saying anything else you reached behind you and put your hand on his head, throwing your head to kiss him. You had already slept in nothing but a pair of panties and Roger was as usual sleeping in a shirt and his boxers. With a loud moan you allowed his hand to dive into the sensitive space between your thighs and you let your head fall against the pillow as Roger looked down at his fingers getting lost in your folds, working you up slowly as he circled your clit with his fingers, playing with you until you were wet enough to finger fuck you. But of course, Roger was a tease and he pulled away from you just as you felt yourself edging closer to release. He rid himself of all clothes and kissed your arm and neck as he pulled your legs apart, both of you on your sides as Roger remained behind you.

“Not even waiting till breakfast? Okay…” You teased, feeling his cock already leaking with pre-cum come closer to your core.

You put your hand on top of his on your hip and stuck your butt out as he pulled you into him, his cock filling you up slowly, stretching you to accommodate him. Calling out his name you squeezed his hand once he started grinding his hips against you, going balls deep and reaching your most sensitive part with every stroke of his cock inside you. Roger’s hand traveled up to tease your breasts and as he rolled your aching nipples in his fingers you cried out in complete and unadulterated pleasure, feeling every inch of his length tear you apart and bring you back together in every single move. You failed to hold back and whined as you edged closer to your orgasm. Roger groaned and moaned against your ear, his hot breath fanning over your shoulder as he fucked into you, kissing your exposed skin from time to time. He refused to slow down even when your walls started to give in around him, your orgasm hit you in waves of electric bliss that had you whimpering and arching your back against Roger; he brought his fingers to your clit again before you were even done and stimulated you right back that beautiful high, way too soon after the first one. Your eyes watered and you reached back, cupping his chin as you called out his name.

“Cum inside me, Rog, please!” You begged as your second orgasm blossomed and your walls tightened around Roger’s throbbing cock.

“You want my cum, kitten?” He nibbled on the skin right under your ear, listening to your whiny response, “take it, love.”

Your breath seemed to stutter as you felt Roger cum, at last, his milky cum warm and coming in spurts, filling you up nice and well.

Your boyfriend pulled away softly, his fingers still lazily circling your clit as he watched his body disconnect from yours, a mixture of your fluids coating his cock and oozing out of your pussy.

“Rog, I can’t-” you let your hand find his arm and pulled his fingers away from your overstimulated nub.

“Sorry, babe.” He kissed your back and slid his arm on your grasp until he intertwined your fingers. “Will you tag along today?”

You closed your eyes and squeezed his hand, pulling your knees together you could tell there was cum leaking out of you. Preferring to rush on your Sunday morning to make it to Roger’s rehearsal over spending the day alone, you tilted your head back and looked up into his eyes, already a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“But please, let me shower first.”

Brian proved to be a wonderful man, and you trusted him to watch your son when you knew his own father would not. It broke your heart, but Danny was so young he could not yet realise how much his father rejected any type of contact with his son. You were just happy to have such an amazing man as Brian in your life who would listen to your son’s rambles and respond with some of his own, somehow Brian still kept up with the childish games, making your son laugh and more than often surprising him with incredible tales.

You were impressed a few days before when you arrived at your boyfriend’s place to pick up your child and found Brian holding a sleeping Danny.

“I showed him to make a stereoscope,” Brian had whispered with Danny fast asleep on his shoulder, Brian’s hand on your boy’s back.

Of course, when you arrived this morning at Brian’s place you were not exactly expecting him to have fox cubs curled up in his kitchen. Danny ran right up to Brian as he usually did, he also looked forward to seeing your boyfriend - at age four he was already on his way to learn how to play the piano, so meeting Brian made him realise he could also play the guitar. You were not too enthused by the prospect of loud evenings at home when he turned thirteen and “you just don’t get it, mom!” became a thing.

For now, Danny held a small furry cub in his small hands, cupping them, too scared of squeezing the animal too hard. This was something else that Brian had started teaching your son; animals are friends. And one must always watch out for his friends. Therefore, Dan was over the moon about the prospect of 1. being able to help save some cute animals, and 2. see something considered more of a baby than himself.

Brian brought a pair of bottles and handed you one of them while helping Danny feed his cub.

“You said they were red,” Danny accused your boyfriend, looking up at him.

With a side smile you looked up at him only for long enough to see him smile with that sort of satisfaction that seemed more personal than shared, he nodded and his curls bounced, he tilted his head to see Danny’s y/e/c eyes.

“They really don’t look it, do they?” Brian paused to watch Danny shake his head, “well, that’s because they are cubs, too young, Dan, to even open their eyes...but they will turn this beautiful ginger colour!”

“Their hair changes?” Danny stared down at the cub in his hands, then turned to look at Brian, “did your hair change too?”

You felt slightly embarrassed listening to the girly voice of your only son, too young to see how that could potentially be offensive. And still, Brian knew how children were and he enjoyed this dynamic with your little one, always curious he sometimes made odd deductions, trying to make sense of the world on his own - mostly getting it wrong but never failing to try.

“Yes!” Brian laughed, your red face turned to look at both males, you watched Dan’s face show an obvious shock while Brian laughed at the peculiar question. “It used to be so dark, almost black!”

Danny, whose hair was a dark shade of blond, just like his father turned to you.

“Mama, is my hair going to be white like Brian’s?” He asked you, his neck bending a funny way.

You shook your head and smiled up at Brian before turning back to your son.

“No,” you played a little bit with your son, “it will be red - like the cubs’!” You insisted.

Brian laughed with you at the expression of pure despair that located on your son’s face. It might have been a bit cruel but your son was so sweet and positive he immediately turned his frown upside down and turned to Brian.

“That means I will get a crown! Like, like...Harry!” He nodded enthusiastically, now excited about the prospect of getting ginger hair.

“I think this one has had enough, Danny...let’s feed one of his sisters, shall we?”

For the better part of the afternoon the three of you sat in Brian’s kitchen to babysit the cubs while Anne got there to pick them up, she was supposed to take them for the night and then pay a visit to the vet in the morning to make sure they were all alright, you could already tell that Danny would not take it well when he had to say goodbye to his sisters and brothers future gingers.

You offered to make dinner while Brian finished feeding the cubs with the willing help of your little boy, although he did not want you to do it on your own you had no problem finding your way around his kitchen. Placing pans on the stove and finding everything you needed in the fridge you stole glances at the two sitting on the floor with the furry animals.

“Why not, Brian?” You thought, “as if I wasn’t already in love: you’re good to Danny too!”

For Brian it was not intentional, he genuinely enjoyed the company of your son; seeing the little boy understand him more and more every time they met.

By the time Anne came and picked up the little fox cubs, Danny was ready to turn in for the night; after having dinner all three of you, the day seemed to have drained his young body of all energy.

As Brian’s friend left, you sat back at the dinner table with your son, pulling him on your lap and allowing for his little arms to wrap around your neck as he cuddled with you, nuzzled in your hair on your shoulder, he fell asleep quickly after proclaiming his admiration for Brian.

“I like Bri, can we hang out tomorrow too?”

This made you laugh, so you nodded and kissed his forehead. “You’ll have to ask him, but I think he would love to!”

The sweet boy pouted and searched for your cheek, kissing you loudly before settling in your arms, feeling loved and safe.

Danny often reminded you of his father, but it was days like this when you saw him as the different person he was; the man he would someday become. You could see him growing closer to Brian, looking up to him and learning with him. You liked this warmth that spread through your chest when Brian came back in and you had your hand on Danny’s messy hair, your cheek against his forehead.

“Is he out?” Your boyfriend wondered.

Smiling you mouthed a yes, not daring to move yet.

“A sweet kid,” Brian praised.

Your boyfriend started picking up the plates and taking them to the kitchen. After he put everything away he came back and leant down to press a soft kiss against your temple, his hand squeezing your shoulder with a tender touch.

“We should go,” you whispered, reaching up and placing your hand on his still on your shoulder.

Brian sighed and looked back at the hall leading to the door. “I’ll just get my jacket.”

“That’s okay, I’ll take an uber.”

“No.”

He stood his ground and left you to get his black jacket on; coming back holding both yours and Danny’s. He watched you get up from the chair and wrapped your jacket around your shoulders and covered part of Danny’s body with it as well.

“Thanks,” you mumbled at him, giving him a toothy grin.

Brian rarely drove his car, so you took it this was a sort of special occasion. You had to sit Danny in the backseat to secure the seat belt around his body, much to your surprise he did not wake up. Riding in the front next to Brian you picked up a light conversation, joking and laughing together while he drove.

“Alright, alright, next time you have to cook!” You teased him after he told you about his mother’s cooking skills.

“No, no...I wouldn’t do her any justice, love.” Brian patted your knee.

As his fingers lingered on your exposed skin, you brought your hand on top of his and giggled.

“Should’ve thought of that before telling me!”

Brian turned his hand around so your fingers could intertwine and you looked back at Danny for a moment, checking on him.

“He wants to hang out with you tomorrow.” You wiggled your brows at Brian and heard him chuckle. “Maybe you could come at...let’s say six?”

“Yes, of course.” Brian smiled, trying to hide his enthusiasm and failing to do so.

Arriving at your place Brian picked Danny out from the seat and carried him inside while you opened and held the door open for him. Closing it carefully behind him, you pointed the way to his room. At last, Brian placed your son on his own bed and you took off his size two sneakers, placing them on the ground before pulling his pjs out of one of the drawers with Brian watching you, helping as he could. Your boyfriend picked up the dinosaurs pjs and warmed them up in his hands while you got Danny out of his little jeans and jumper.

“Thanks,” you said to Brian as he handed you a warmed up pair of pants.

“You know, I am a parent too.” He reminded you.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, it was not like you could forget with all what was being said on the press about how you were younger than his youngest daughter and all…

Kissing your son’s cheek you pulled the covers over his body and wished him sweet dreams. Brian watched your every move, admiring you and taking you in. It had not been long that he was presented to this side of you: the motherly one. He was completely lost in the tenderness of your eyes when you looked at your baby boy; the boy was bright as a red light. Brian was taken aback by some of his reasonings, he was not a bad kid only a curious confident one; which was not always easy to deal with...but entertaining for sure.

When you stood from the side of Danny's bed Brian kissed his palm and pressed it gently on the kid’s forehead. How could he not? The boy was making it hard for him not to spend the entire day by your side.

Stepping out of the dark child’s room, you waited for Brian. Opening your arms you invited your boyfriend in for a hug once he closed the door behind himself. With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I think you have made a little friend, Dr. May,” you squeezed your lips together to stop from laughing.

“I think I have!” He pecked the tip of your nose. “Goodnight.”

Brian kissed you again, his arms still wrapped around your waist, although this time you felt attached to him, refusing to let him go, heat spreading from within your stomach as you felt lips move against yours ever so slowly. Following his lead you slid your hands down his neck and followed the line provided by his unbuttoned shirt, tickling him with the tips of your fingers.

Recognising the need in your kiss, Brian pulled you closer, sneaking his hands down your back until he reached your butt and squeezed you against him, making you whine.

“Don’t leave,” you mumbled against his lips, barely opening your eyes with your nose grazing his as you felt your heartbeat quicken.

Unable to resist, Brian tilted his head and captured your lips in a new hard kiss. He slid his tongue inside your mouth and made you weak in the knees.

Stepping back in the direction of your room down the hall, you slipped from his grasp with swollen lips.

“You coming?” You asked him playfully.

Brian followed as you turned around and made your way to your own room, throwing your jacket away on the floor as Brian closed the door behind you, locking it just in case. You went to your dresser to take your earrings off and step out of your shoes, only for Brian to come up behind you. His hand pulls your hair to the side and he starts kissing your neck, now touching your sides and pushing his body on yours, his growing erection pressed against your arse. You tilt your head to the side and finish taking the earrings and bracelets off in time for his hands to come up and squeeze your breasts. You had only slept together a couple of times, but you already knew that he could get quite dominant if he meant to. Seemingly, tonight he was going for it.

“You’re so soft,” he spoke on your ear and you were left with nothing to do but let him feel you up in front of your dresser mirror.

You gasped at his touch once his calloused hands went under your skirt and squeezed your butt, reaching up you tangled your hands on his hair and arched your back against him. Brian’s hands followed the line of your panties and then he sneaked his hand inside them, his fingers brushing right over your clit, your legs almost giving out as he went further and slid two fingers inside your wet pussy, pumping them rather harshly as he watched you in the mirror. Eyes closed and mouth hanging open.

“Brian…” you felt your own juices coating his fingers as his fingers fucked you.

Brian kissed your shoulder and you touched his cheek, a miserable moan escaping your lips as you tried to stand on your feet the whole time.

“Feels good?” Brian bit your shoulder. “Does it feel good, love?”

“Yes…” you had to support yourself on the dresser when he slid his thumb across your clit, his fingers still working your pussy. “Brian-yes!” You felt yourself edging closer as he curled his fingers inside you, playing with you a little rough. “I want you, I want you so bad...Bri…” You admitted.

“Show me.”

Brian watched in ecstasy as you started to come undone under his touch. You opened your eyes and found him staring, you stared back into his dark eyes as he brought you closer to the edge, and finally, you bit your lip as you came, aware that you could not get too loud with Danny in the house.

Brian took in a deep breath as you clenched around his fingers and he loved the feeling, knowing he was making you feel this good. He let go of you and watched as you turned around in wobbly legs; you kissed him and sucked on his bottom lip.

“Can I make you feel good too, Bri?” You started undoing a couple of buttons Brian actually buttoned that morning.

With a smile you pushed his shirt off and pushed your dress off, letting it fall to the ground and pool around you as you took off your bra and watched Brian take his pants off. You climbed on the bed and pulled the covers away so at least those would be at the feet of the bed and wouldn’t be stained with your body fluids by morning. Brian dropped his underwear along with the rest of your clothes and climbed on top of you, kissing your back and leaving a trail up your body with his lips. You turned and faced him, eager to take off your panties, you kissed his cheek and neck as you wiggled out of the little pink underwear, now soaked by your previous orgasm. You watched Brian lick his lips before kissing you, returning the gesture he bit your lip and made you moan when he pulled your legs apart and teased you by sliding his cock along your slit. You wrapped your legs around his waist and put your arms under his, brushing his back with your fingertips as you arched your back, giving him good access to your neck and breasts. Brian gave your neck small playful bites and left open-mouthed kisses along the valley of your breasts before taking his cock in his hand, driving it right into your wetness, he pressed his nose against your cheek and reveled in the feeling of your tight pussy around him as he sank inside you in a single hard thrust, your moan lost in a gasp as you felt him fill you up. With little time to adjust you dug your nails on his back and kissed his cheek and chin as he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting his hips right back into yours, picking up a steady pace soon, leaving you moaning and gasping for air, your hips jerking up to meet his, your body felt hot and his skin on yours was the sweetest burn of them all… You hooked your leg to his hip and felt your toes curl in pure pleasure as his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot, somewhere so deep inside you your first instinct was to clench around him. Brian moaned along with you, feeling close, encouraged by the quiet sounds leaving your mouth, you just felt so good wrapped around him. So warm and welcoming.

“Bri, don’t stop, I-” you slid your hands down his back and tried your best to pull him closer to you, wanting nothing more than to have him buried inside you, fucking you so well, you threw your head, “‘m cumming…”

“Yeah?” Brian remained relentless in his ministrations, “cum for me, love.”

Brian breathed heavily against your neck, his hips losing their regular pace as he too neared his own orgasm; he kissed your collarbone and pulled your hips forward as he fucked you through your high, feeling your walls clench and release and clench again around him. So perfect he could not help himself, he emptied his seed inside you.

Your hand dragged up to his shoulders and you cupped his face with one hand, watching his face as he came, his cock twitching inside you still; his eyes were closed and his mouth pouted the form of a little “o”. You kissed the corner of his lips and felt his lips look for yours, letting him find them you kissed again, your bodies brushing against each other for a moment longer before Brian pulled away and rolled away from you on his back so he would not crush you under his weight when he collapsed, exhausted as he was.

After a few minutes catching your breaths, Brian rolled on his side and kissed your shoulder, seeing some marks left by himself all over your body.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, getting up and going into your bathroom.

Brian helped you clean up and after throwing the paper towel away, he came back to bed, holding you in his arms as you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so glad I didn’t give up birth control…” you mumbled half-jokingly.

“That’ll be two of us.” Brian agreed, his thumb caressing your skin as it went back and forth.

“Only two,” you tilt your head back and look up at him, “Danny has been wondering if I’ll “get him” a brother soon.”

Brian simply chuckled. “What have you told him?”

“I offered to take him to the movies instead,” you smile and laugh, covering your face for a moment, “he forgot everything about it!”