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He was patient, as ever, but somehow you running late for days like this always tested that in him. He crossed his arms, leaned against the still warm grill of his truck and stared across the empty lot just as the sun streaked through the limited cracks of Night City.

Joss was cooking dinner, and he could hear her now talking about you. He didn't want to, but it was unavoidable when he still lived with her. When she was the only other parent he knew in all of this new age of fucked up.

You pulled into the parking lot carefully, parking hapzardly into a row of empty parking lines. River raised his brows as you flew out of the car and rushed to the back passenger door.

Never had he expected you to trade your two-door hot rods for a four-door hatchback. But here you were, throwing open the back door to grab a squirming baby then rounding the back to the hatch area.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," You offered, setting the infant in the empty trunk of your car.

River pushed off of his truck, meeting you at the back of your car to watch you change the baby. "You okay?"

It was a mild enough question to ask; it posed open-ended enough to be directed to you and the little extension of you. An extension of both you, your son.

"I'm fine," you bit out softly as you hastily tugged down the baby's pants then unfastened his onesie. "Him on the other hand," you blew a stray hair away then reached into the diaper bag to produce a fresh diaper.

You tucked it under your chin as you undid the tabs on your son's diaper. "He was so hungry this morning, then I couldn't get him to stop to take a nap. By the time we were supposed to get ready, he was fussing and I ended up taking too long to feed him again so he wouldn't cry on your way to Joss's..."

River watched as you rambled a mile a minute, your chin tucked hard to your chest and making your words sound off as you expertly lifted your son's bottom from his dirty diaper then reach for his wipes.

He leaned against the back quarter of your car, lightly jostling it and staring through the window at his boy; the kid was busy reaching after the toy clipped onto the diaper bag to acknowledge him. River returned his attention to you again as you finally disposed the dirty diaper to the concrete of the parking lot then slid the fresh one under Vedder's clean butt.

"And he made a mess on his way here and I couldn't stop any decent place between here and my apartment," you said after tabbing his fresh diaper shut and allowing yourself to pause for a moment.

River's brows lightened as he witnessed you drop your head back to your shoulders, releasing a deep sigh in the stilled silence of the moment. He stared at you: your hair mussed unevenly and your haphazardly wrangled top stained previously from your leaking nipples.

He blinked, once...twice, before standing upright. Of course it was still there. It wasn't like it left. River exhaled a deep breath then moved to pick up Vedder.

"It's no sweat, V, at least you guys made it in one piece," he opted, hoisting his son in one arm.

The youngling yawned and stretched his tiny toes before turning to tuck his face into River's pectoral. He looked at you from him, remembering how you'd once done the same thing.

River swallowed as you bent to pick up the soiled diaper. You blew out another harsh air as you bundled the trash up and tossed it into the trunk for later disposal.

"Yeah, but I can only imagine what Joss has to say about it," you said, reaching for the diaper bag then closing the trunk of the hatchback.

River couldn't help but watch you, he was now wrangled with baby. But no matter how often you told him how undone you were, how chaotic you felt or looked, he still stared in awe of you.

Your shirt rode up slightly on your stomach, revealing a patch of skin he hadn't seen in a while. It was softer now, stretched lean as you worked hard to bounce back.

"Fuck what Joss has to say, she hasn't had a baby in 12 years," River said, defensively.

Your eyebrows raised in response before cracking a smile. "Okay, okay but still. I don't have an excuse. I should've been here on time."

River nodded once. He wanted to lie that he wasn't keeping time, but he was. Less time spent in front of you was less time thinking of you.

And not by his own choice.

He was just trying to keep it as seamless as possible; you didn't want speed bumps in being platonic co-parents, so he would have to cope and swallow it down.

"I guess I'll see you on Sunday, then," you offered as you handed over Vedder's bag.

River grabbed it and slung it over his empty shoulder. Another sunday dinner that he'd have to stomach through, feeling as he did.

He managed another half-nod, his eye barely blinking as he met yours. "You wanna come over for the weekend? Keep you from having to drive home. I'll make up the couch for you."

River watched you consider it, already expecting you to decline. He would understand if you wanted the peace away from Vedder, sometimes he felt like he should've opted more time to keep him just for you to be your own.

"Actually," you began, your tone uplifting as you nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to do that."

River withheld his shock, mustering a menial nod before tilting his head towards the truck. "Hop in, I'll drop you back here on Sunday."

You stood on the front porch of River's home, awash with memories you tried your best to forget. Or at least, not remember at first wake.

Staring into the living room, you scoffed as you mentally tallied every place you and River had had sex. It was a little too late to back out now as your foot stepped over the threshold.

But it was the living room floor, the couch, the doorway, the booth table, the kitchen doorway. Every step you took was another flash of it: the kitchen floor, against the fridge, bent over the kitchen counter.

It was surprising you weren't pregnant sooner by him with the way you two went like wild rabbits on a full moon. You stashed a gulp, snapping yourself out of the tainted visions to welcome his niece and nephew with open arms.

"Aunt V!" They exclaimed with Dorian wrapping his thin arms around your neck and Monique going to brace your chest.

"What's up, gremlins?" You said, slowly standing up and grabbing each kid in an arm. They were heavier than the last time you saw them, aware of that as you gave them a quick squeeze, their legs dangling to your shins.

You set them down, watched them run to show you the latest around the house. "You've been gone too long!"

You nodded solemnly, following slowly after them. River stood in the kitchen with Joss as she cleaned up in the kitchen. Being dragged into the kids' room, you passed by River as he mouthed 'sorry'.

You feigned a roll of your eyes as you continued after Monique and Dorian; facing down the hallway, you froze. Staring at the open door of River's room, you couldn't help but smile.

It came back again, the warmth you felt around him. No matter how many times you tried to stamp it down, how long you averted his face, tried to build your walls up, he cracked through and melted your icy interior.

Even now, stood before the kitchen doorway staring at his bed, you felt the cold shell on your heart crack away and become full again.

"Come on!" Dorian and Monique exclaimed in unison, grabbing both hands and tugging you along.

River stared at you, then suddenly you were yanked away by your niblings. He chuckled slightly, only for his sister to clear her throat and turn to him from the sink.

"What?" River asked, holding Vedder against his shoulder while rhythmically bouncing his body.

Joss rested a damp hand on her hip, her eyes darting in your direction then narrowing them at River.

"Don't start," River said, turning to leave the room.

"I'm just wondering why you bring your," Joss tilted her head like she could see around the corner if you were still around, "fucking baby mama around after she broke your heart."

River didn't react, only looked back at his sister. "Don't call her that. It's still V."

Joss cocked her jaw, ready to respond but taking a deep breath through her nose. "Riv, why is she here?"

"I said she could crash on the couch. She's tired, Joss."

"Then why bring her here?" She raised her voice slightly.

River didn't know how to explain it. He just saw it in you, feeling detached from human interaction. You as V, the mercenary, was a purposeful lone wolf.

You as V, the mom, seemed to never find peace in silence anymore.

He said nothing, only continued bouncing Vedder on his shoulder. "We're her family. Why leave her alone if she didn't want to be? I asked, she accepted. If she didn't want to be here, she wouldn't have agreed."

You sat on the floor of the kids' bedroom while Dorian ran around you showing off new toys he'd found around the park. Monique practiced braiding your hair, but you felt her knotting it every third try.

But you kept smiling, raising your eyebrows in surprise at every new treasure Dorian shared.

In the corner of the kids room was a travel crib, the wall behind it decorated with drawings of the kids holding Vedder, of them, Randy, Uncle River, their mom and you all in a convenient line of height.

"Kids, dinner!" Joss shouted while staring unwaveringly at her brother. "Don't fuck this up. Don't run her off."

"I'll do my best," River said, hiding a roll of his eyes as he went to put Vedder down.

His niece and nephew rushed past him down the hall and outside to get Randy. River walked into their room and saw you sat on the floor, untangling your hair with your fingers.

"You okay?" he asked, cradling the back of the baby's head before tilting him away from his shoulder. Carefully, he lowered the sleeping infant into his crib then retracted his hands.

When he was clear of Vedder's crib, River extended his hand to pull you up. Standing, you came close to his chest. You could smell his natural musk, the soft sweat embedded in his red shirt.

You slowly lifted your eyes to meet his gaze, knowing that it was burning in your throat to do so. River waited with baited breath, willing you to look at him.

You finally did it, witnessing his eyes baring down at you. A lump formed in your throat, knowing that you being this close was going to confuse things.

River's hands ghosted to touch yours but he resisted. He so badly wanted to touch you, to hold your hand or grasp your chin.

He was coming off wrong, this was not what he intended by inviting you over. River bit away before you could, choking back his want with a tense of his neck.

You watched as he lifted his chin away from you, turning his face away to the door. You wanted to say something, to pull him back but you didn't want to confuse things.

You were the one that wanted the space. You told him it was too much, you told him you needed to breathe.

But now your body yearned to be suffocated by him. You wanted more, it felt like the piece of him that was still inside you was yearning to return back like a magnet.

You felt like you were going to break him again and again, knowing that you would eventually regain your need for distance.

How could a man like River decide to keep you so permanently to have a child with you?

River took a half step back, ready to remove himself from you. He knew that his sister would send one of the kids to find you both soon. He didn't want to force himself into your space.

He paused as your hand grasped at his; River glanced down at the interaction and then your face, your eyes glistening with the threat of tears.

"Hey, hey hey, what's the matter?" River broke his own boundary and enveloped you in his hold.

His arm curled around your chin, cradling your head against his bicep while his other pulled you tight into his chest. The tears sprung out of nowhere, streaking your cheeks and then River's bicep.

You didn't know what you wanted to say, didn't know what you could say, if anything.

River wasn't expecting anything from the silence. He just held onto you as your arms slowly curved around him.

You mustered a weak, "I'm sorry, Riv," before turning your face into his chest and breathing him in.

You let yourself inhale him, let your body relax in his grasp.

"For what, V?" River asked, tucking his chin to lower his voice at you.

You shook your head. You didn't know if you could continue, if you should. You wanted him, but you wanted independence. It scared you how tight it felt to be with him.

Commitment scared you, like it was a boa taking your pressure points and using them against you. It was not smart to bring in a kid when that was 18 years of commitment.

You'd chastised your parents for shirking the responsibility. You slowly raised your head to meet River's eyes again. You wanted to tell him, the itch of your tongue tempting you to do so.

'I was scared,' you wanted to admit, because it was true. You were scared of what you were with him and Vedder, if it was embedded in you the sins of your parents.

You were scared that you'd eventually make him hate you. That you'd fuck up so bad that he'd look down at you in disgust.

You were scared of not living up to his expectation. Girlfriend V and mom V were two different people. Partner V, wife V....you weren't sure if you'd fit those molds he'd prepared in his mind.

"I..." you began, your throat threatening to close as you tried to muster your next thought.

Dorian ran and braced himself against the doorway, pausing to look in Vedder's crib before smiling at both of you.

"Come on, guys," he whisper-shouted, "Dinner's ready."

You sat in silence across from River, another echo of your past returning. Dorian and Monique sat opposite of Joss while Randy sat at next to you.

"Been a while since you've been back," Randy said as he pushed about his food on the plate with his fork.

You grinned at him, reaching around to grab his head to lean him towards you; you kissed the top of his head then rubbed at his buzz cut.

"Missed you too, kid," you offered as you let him go.

"What've you been up to, V?" Joss asked.

You deflated slightly then looked at River before meeting Joss's eyes. "Not much. I've been taking a break since Vedder was born. I've got contracts lined up but right now..."

You weren't going to admit that you were tired. It was like you could hear Joss's response already. You nodded down at your plate and scooped up a forkful of rice. "Just taking care of Vedder."

River cleared his throat, side-eyeing Joss before picking at his food further. Joss only nodded and set her fork aside.

"You doing okay, V? Like Randy said, it's been a while since we saw you."

You folded your lips together then prodded your tongue between them. "I'm...okay." You offered in response before raising your head. "I've missed you all and I'm sorry I haven't been around."

"You should live with us!" Monique blurted as Dorian reared up in his seat.

"Yeah, we miss you too! Mom even said so."

Joss scoffed and tugged at Dorian's arm to sit him back down. "Of course, I do. We all do. But we can't just make her come back."

You raised your brows at the family, barely looking in River's direction. You already knew that you were breaking internally, wanting that security of him and his loving family back around you. But you didn't deserve it, and you would only make it worse when you eventually left again.

You didn't trust yourself not to, when things got too comfortable or routine, the wild side within you told you hightail out and not look back.

You were sure that was something you'd learned from your parents, their sin once again rearing within you. River noticed your stoic silence and reached across the table to brace your elbow.

"V?" He questioned your silence.

You forced a soft smile in the direction of the kids, then Joss before pulling away from the table. "I should go check on Veddie."

You gathered your empty plate along with your silverware then walked back into the house. River watched Joss look after her then stood up to follow you.

"I'll help you, V."

You scraped your plate in the trash before setting them in the empty sink. Joss did the same, pausing at the counter after she was done.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

You stared down into the kitchen sink then looked over at Joss. "I-I was scared, Joss."

You admitted it, feeling that the soft weight in your stomach lightened but not enough to make you feel better. "I still am."

Joss raised a brow, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter. "Is it River?"

You shook your head, glancing in the direction of the front door. "It's me. I'm scared of who I could be with him. Of how I could hurt him in the future."

Joss furrowed her brow at you, her expression flattening. "You're not a bad person, V. You know that, right?"

You nodded half-heartedly. You knew it as a whole, but intimately... you weren't sure.

"I am," you admitted lowly, looking down at the kitchen floor. "You wouldn't like me if you knew what I wanted to do."

Joss dropped her arms, her face softening. "You're not gonna hurt him again, are you?"

You shook your head, meeting Joss's eyes. "I don't want to. I want the best for him, but half the time I feel like I'm not it."

"V," Joss drew out, her hand reaching to grab yours. In an instant, her arms were wrapped around you in a family squeeze.

Leave it to the Kutcher-Ward family to crack through your icy interior and make you soft. Your arms slowly raised, bracing Joss's shoulders as she smoothed out your hair.

"My brother is so hopelessly devoted to you, and he's not one to do so lightly," Joss said, leaning back to look at your face. "Don't take this personally, but I trust River right now more than you postpartum."

You feigned a grin but tucked your face to Joss's shoulder again. "I feel so lost."

Joss nodded, resting her chin on your head with a deep sigh. "We're both gonna hate to hear this, but I think Riv's right. Maybe...maybe you need more people around."

You scoffed into Joss's shoulder but still agreed. "You're right. I did hate to hear that."

You sat in the corner of River's room, feeding Vedder as River stripped his bed and put down new sheets.

"I'm okay with the couch, Riv, you don't need to do this," you pleaded, brushing Vedder's forehead as his eyes began to lull. "I think he'd do well with a pacifier to fall asleep."

River unraveled a flat sheet over the bed, lining it up to the head of the bed. "Agreed. I see he soothes better at night with a bottle."

You smirked at River's back. "And the original."

River paused with a knee on his bed, flattening the sheets with his hands. He let out a chuckle, "Not far from his dad, then."

You grinned then, snickering as you unlatched your son. "Don't listen to him, Ved."

The baby cooed as you lifted him to rub his back. River looked over his shoulder to you leaned in his computer chair, holding your son. Vedder nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck while you rocked him gently and River watched in silence.

"V," River began, holding his hands out to you. "Give me the baby."

You raised your brows at him, slowly detaching your sleeping son from your shoulder to hand off to River. River settled Vedder in his arm then left the room, before returning.

"Get some rest, okay?" River said, grabbing the tossed away sheets from the floor. "I'll be in the living room if you need me."

You fixed your top and stood up, pausing River in the middle of the room. "Hey Riv?"

River turned carefully, doing is best to not be eager in your presence. It was the instant closeness again, matching up to River's chest as you raised your eyes to meet his.

You cleared your throat, taking a step back. "Can I have a towel for the shower?"

River deflated slightly, smiled politely and nodded. "I'll bring you some. If you give me your clothes, I'll wash them. You can wear whatever's in my closet."

You raised your head at him, your eyes softening. River cleared his throat, "Or I can find you something of Joss's."

You blinked. "N-no, it's okay. I'll manage with your closet."

River's eyes softened on you, opening his mouth to say something before dropping his chin and leaving the room. "Okay."

You stood in the steamy bathroom after your shower, draped in one of River's larger tees. You finger combed through your hair, staring at your steamed reflection in the mirror.

The house had finally settled after hearing Dorian and Monique play around in their room long after Vedder went to sleep. You gripped the damp counter, allowing the silence to creep in.

It was a comfort to have the silence echoed through the rooms of people. It was better than when it was just you and Vedder at home. Nibbles barely kept the house lively enough and ever since Johnny left, it felt like there was a full gap missing.

When you were done soaking in the peace, you opened the door to River. He stood in the doorway, after thinking for a few minutes on what he wanted to say.

He had to say something, there was something left unsaid that you wouldn't bring up and he needed to know. River wanted to bear whatever weight was on your mind because even if you weren't together, he wanted to be a cooperative co-parent.

You felt your chest swell at his presence, reminded once again of the stir he reignited inside you. The metaphorical squeeze his body offered by being in front of you was warranted, and you wanted to be crushed in his hold.

"V," River began, his voice barely warmed above a whisper. "What's wrong?"

Another hardened part of you broke and dropped off of the iceberg of your shell. You stepped slowly towards him, not wanting to move quickly to scare him off.

River was frozen as you inched closer before you curled your arms around his neck. He extended his neck down to accomodate you, still unsure what your next step was.

Then you hiked up onto his waist, and River braced you there. His hands gripped softly at the damp skin of your thighs as you slowly descended from brushing his nose with yours to kiss him.

Your hands instantly gripped at his neck, gaining movement in his kiss as you flattened your chest to him. River's eye lulled close as his hands tenderly slipped further to brace your bare ass.

He minded the cusp of your cheeks, not wanting to be too forward with your action. However, his heart was full enough with this affection. Even without words, River felt he understood.

You began to eat his lips hungrily, waking to the dull fire inside your chest igniting bright. Your tongue tempted into his lips, welcomed by his livening up to the company.

You hummed into his mouth, devolving into a squeaky moan that River ingested with glee. He stumbled slightly backwards, blindly navigating his way back to his room before shutting the door behind him.

You carefully dropped a leg from River's waist, using it to find the edge of his bed. River followed your lead, dropping his knee to the bed and bracing you against the mattress.

He let his hands slip back to your knees, letting you make the next step. Your toes rimmed his sweatpants, suggesting what you wanted from his next.

"V," River said, finally breaking from you to catch himself.

"River, I love you," you whimpered once your mouth was free from his.

It had worked itself from deep within you and, as River braced a hand next to your head to look down at you, he saw your cheeks now damp with tears.

He used his rough thumb to gently dab it away, remembering how soft your face was no matter how hard you tried to be.

"Val," he repeated, a bit quieter. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. He knew it would come, which left him from expecting so much from you.

"I-I made a mistake," you whispered out, raising your hand to touch at the scar from his cybernetic eye. "I've fucked us up."

River's face quirked slightly in anguish, see your face break with your bottom lip quivering.

"N-no, you haven't," he tried, anything to stop you from crying. River felt his chest dampen the same, ready to meet your feelings halfway. "Please, don't cry."

You couldn't help it, turning your face away to wedge his hand to the bed. You readied your mouth to respond, to lie that you weren't going to but River leaned in and kissed your jaw.

His lips lined up your to your ear. "I love you, V. I never stopped," River admitted, dropping his nose to nuzzle your ear.

A shiver trickled down your neck to make your heart jump. Your eyelids fluttered at his warm breath slipping down your neck. You found yourself turning back to him, your nose brushing against his.

"Why would you let me go?" you whispered against his lips, ready for him to shut you up with his kiss.

River stared down at you, your eyes glistening with the threat of tears in the moonlight streaked in the room. Your cheeks were flushed as your lips were damp and puffy from kissing.

"I didn't want you to resent me," River admitted back. "I've already..."

He didn't want to say that he ruined your life, but he was half the reason you drastically changed practically overnight. River was aware that it was all your decision and he was there for support, but River wanted you to know that he wasn't trying to trap you.

You shook your head, tilting your chin up to him. "Don't say it. You didn't. I...I don't resent you for anything."

Your lips ghosted against River's. "Maybe that you didn't tell me to stay."

River shook his head, lulling into your gravitational pull. "You'd have hated that."

You tried a soft nod as River's lips puckered against your cupid's bow. "Yeah, I would've," you groaned as you gave in to River's kiss.

River caught your lips, your chin tilting slightly to accommodate him. You blindly grabbed his free hand and ran it up your bare thigh before bracing your side.

River smiled in your kiss, his fingers wisping over your stomach in silent appreciation. He wanted to pause to praise your body for carrying his son, feeling that he'd missed out on it since you two broke up.

You felt his fingers circle around your bellybutton, how he dragged slower over the invisible stretch marks on your skin. As his tongue slipped into your mouth, his fingers drifted down to pet your pubic fur before tentatively touched your slit.

You shivered, breaking away to moan against his mouth. River felt engorged by the sound, his chest overfilled for a sound he was never sure he'd hear again.

"Riv," you breathed out, spreading your legs and raising on your ankles slightly to have his finger slip between your lips.

River paused himself against your forehead. He didn't want to get ahead of himself. His fingers descended slowly into you, stretching you around his middle and index finger.

It'd been too long since you felt the sensation, since your body felt the most your own. You raised your knee to accommodate River's fingers, feeling him slide and curl them against your g-spot.

"P-please," you pleaded, your eyes welling up once again to just have the sensation of pleasure through your body.

And to have River be the conductor of it. River held his hand before his waist, pulling his fingers out slightly and witnessing the excess wet spilling from you.

His eyesbrows furrowed as you slowly pulled your shirt over your head to reveal your naked body. "V, slow down."

You couldn't, your body alive with electricity. You reached for the back of River's neck to catch his kiss again. "Get inside me, now."

River quivered at your demand, pausing his hand as his cock strained behind his sweats. "L-let me get a condom."

You shook your head, toeing at his waistband to strip him nude. "No. Now."

River's eyes met yours in wild question, your eyes wild with heated desire.

"You'll pull out," you offered to his stare. "I trust you."

River stashed a gulp, his stomach tightening matching the carnal need in your eyes. He trusted you more than himself, he needed the reassurance from himself.

He tried to shake his head, to tell you so but he followed your lead. You whined lowly as he pulled his fingers out of you but eagerly watched him drop his sweats to reveal his beautiful cock at attention.

You edged up onto your elbow, reaching to grasp him. River tenderly swatted your hand away, his teeth grit.

"Don't," he growled, assuming that if you touched him he'd explode before having you.

You smiled nervously, spreading your legs slightly and planting your feet on the bed. He looked bigger than you last saw him, you were unsure if you could take it.

"We'll go slow," River whispered, kneeling onto the bed before descending over you. "Tell me when it's too much."

You shook your head slightly, feeling the heat from River's hips come closer to you. He carefully guided his head between your lips, pushing up to your clit and making you whine softly.

River slowly pushed his head into you, making you melt instantly to the bed. He instantly felt like everything you'd ever need.

You raised your hips to meet him, taking more of him in while keeping his stare. Both of your mouths opened in soft surprise, knowing this was a point of no return.

But you didn't want to go back, you had begged for him. You needed him more than you could explain.

You raised your knee to his waist, whimpering as his cock pushed past your sensitive spot before kissing your cervix.

He felt like home, so comforting and beautiful. River wanted to bow against your body and plead for you to never hurt him again.

But you both were aware that wasn't a definite. But you and him in this instant, and every moment after, was.

"I'm sorry," you offered as River's stomach met yours.

"Shut up," River teased lovingly, taking your mouth in a slow, rapturous kiss as he began to thrust into you.

You held onto his face, keeping his lips to yours as his hands braced your knee at his waist and your hip to the bed, respectively.

He ate your muted moans with soft praise, rolling his hips to meet at your soft thighs. River's lips trailed down your chin as you bit back a low moan with the arch of your back.

River's hands wanted to touch more of you, to revel in you being so close to him again. He slipped his hand up your thigh and over your hip before tenderly cupping your breast.

You waned from his touch with a tender hiss, catching the corner of his mouth. "E-easy, babe."

River smiled at your lips, cupping your breast a bit firmer and wisping hus thumb over your nipple. You broke back with a gasp, your stomach concaving at his touch.

"River, it's sensitive," you tried, your hands slipping from around his broad back to protect your tit in fail.

River chuckled at your effort, dropping his mouth from yours to find your opposite nipple and draw it between his lips.

You arched then, folding both hands over your mouth to stifle your moans. His lips were soft as his tongue folded against it, suctioning and pebbling your nipple in his mouth.

"Quit," you cooed, a hand pulling from your mouth to cradle his head in opposition.

He hummed against your breast, taking more of of it into his mouth as you squirmed under him. By his cock and mouth, you wouldn't recover.

River had already etched into your heart but he was effectively branding you, body and soul. You felt the tingle in your breast by his suction, warning him by tapping your fingers tepidly on the back of his head.

"H-hey, slow down," you pleaded, mewling. He was on the precipice of an unwarranted surprise.

River paused as he felt the warm sweet that suddenly sprinkled in his mouth. He pulled back slowly, licking at your nipple as he did so before meeting your broken face.

Embarrassed, you covered your violated nipple and tried to shield yourself with your forearm. River said nothing, only wormed his way under your arm and kissed your bottom lip.

He kept on, paving through you and wearing you down. River was surprised he didn't explode at your nipple in his mouth, wanting every piece you had to offer him.

He was careful, driving both of you closer until you gripped his shoulder and begged him to slow down. Your walls began to flutter around his cock, wanting to beg him further, keeping him.

River began to reach for himself, ready to retract and cum on your stomach. "Are you getting close, baby?"

You nodded eagerly, your hands reaching for his sides. Your knees inched up his waist, ready to lock around him.

River felt your body pulling him further in, every part of him begging to let go and follow. As your pussy began to pulse in orgasm, he hurriedly pulled out and rested his cock against your clit.

You whined at his sudden leaving, trying to hold a pout as you writhed on the bed in orgasm. River watched you in awe, slowly stroking himself until he finally came on your stomach.

"Why'd you pull out?" You whimpered as River bent over you and decorated your bare stomach and chest with his cum.

"No babies, honey," River coaxed with a tepid kiss to your lips. "At least 'til Ved is six."

You scoffed lightly, bracing River's chin to keep him level with you. "Until he's two."

River lovingly tsked at your effort, rubbing his nose against yours. "Seven."

You pouted, raising up on your elbow to get closer to River's lips, his face, him. "Three."

River pretended to think about it, his eyes looking to the ceiling as his lips pursed in thought. "Five, final offer."

You narrowed your eyes at him, tempting to lick his bottom lip. "Four."

River tried his hardest to keep from smiling at you but failed. He planted his hands outside your body and kissed you. "Fine, but I want to be married by then."