[C] Shit Day

"Awe, I'll try not to break your hand. You need that."

She winked.

Mads was good with them. She didn't plan on crushing it any time soon.

"Mmm." Mads licked his knife. "Suppose I'm not gonna get lucky in a few months, when the babys messing with you. I'll definitely need it then."

Where would he be without his hand when Nicola was so on edge because of the pregnancy?

"Enjoy it, because the months after that you'll probably be too exhausted to use it."

Or at least that seemed to be what they were saying at the office. The majority of them had kids and the majority weren't getting it.

"Yeah, totally looking forward to that," he muttered, slumping further into the couch.

He was not looking forward to no sleep.

But what was there to do about it?

It was one of the many joys of parenthood.

Nicola hummed again.

"My parents would be up for babysitting from time to time. We could have," she lifted her hand in the air to make quotation marks, "date nights. How much fucking is done during then, I don't know. Could just be a good opportunity to sleep."

"I'd say mine, too, but really, let's not even think about it."

He hadn't seen his dad since he was four, and had one (1) hazy memory of him, and his mother shouldn't be around children at all. Ever. She already fucked up with her own children. She didn't need to fuck up her grandchildren too.

"If date nights become nap nights, we can raincheck sex nights for when we have some semblance of shit together."

Honestly, she would be happy if her kid would never know who their other Grandma is. But that was up to Mads, as long as he never left them in a room with her.

"I'll be worried my clit would fall off from disuse, or what if you forget where it is?"

She gasped in mocked horror.

"If I haven't forgotten in the past fourteen years, no matter how long my dry stints were, I don't think I'll forget after a few months."

Mads was pretty damned sure Nicola's worry over that one was completely unfounded.

She would be safe.

"But if I do, you're well within your rights to give me a crash course on pleasuring you." He dropped her a wink.

She laughed easily.

"Hey, you don't know what the stress of the baby will bring." 

Her mother always tells the story about how she accidentally left her younger brother at a party and not realising until they were home.

"And I can promise you there will be nothing crash about it. There will be homework. There will be tests. Maybe even an essay."

"Long, intensive course. I dig it."

His lips quirked upwards as he set his plate aside and stretched out, content to fall into a mini food coma for now.

"Can I get extra credit?"

"You can get all the extra credit you want. Maybe even an after-school class? Are you free on weekends, too, for some tutoring?"

Was she taking this gag too far now? 

Nah.

She set her own plate aside and laid down along the couch, content in her own food coma.

"For a course this important? I'll make time."

He dropped her a wink and blew a kiss.

She laughed again.

"I'll start ordering those biology books in preparation then. Maybe even record a video while I don't look like a human balloon."

"Visual stimulus, too."

His brows wagged suggestively. "Very thorough, teacher."

The tease cleary ignited something in him, because his eyes widened and so did the grin on his face.

"Everybody screamed," he sang, grin widening even further.

"Please don't," she moaned, kicking his thigh and covering her ears.

Why, why did ABBA have to make a musical?

"When I kissed the teacher!"

Did he just start singing louder?

You bet your ass he did.

"And they must have thought they dreamed
When I kissed the teacher
All my friends at school
They had never seen my teacher blush
She looked like a fool
Nearly Petrified
Cause she was taken by surprise
When I kissed the teacher!"

She groaned, louder, in a weak attempt to drown him out.

"You're the worst."

She leaned forward and covered his mouth with both hands.

He fell silent when she pressed her hands against his mouth.

He sat silently, just looking back at her, waiting for her next move.

Nicola narrowed her eyes as he sat silently. She didn't trust the silence.

But he did look gosh darn cute. 

She removed her hands and dove in to kiss him before he could sing again.

His eyes twinkled when her hands moved and he surged forwards at the same time.

The resulting kiss was rough, but that didn't bother Mads at all. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer, trying to guide her to straddle him.

She followed his guidance. Her hands roamed his chest, then the back of his head. She cupped it as she moved to kiss down his neck.

His hands stroked over her thighs when she settled in his lap, running over and around them so he could grasp her ass, squeezing firmly.

His head tipped back to give her access to his neck and throat.

She rocked her hips. The pyjama shorts she was wearing were thin and she could feel his jeans beneath her. It sparked heat. 

Lightly, she bit his neck. Teasingly she scraped the top row of teeth over sensitive skin.

His muscles jumped when her teeth scraped gently over his skin, a shiver running through him.

He knew how hard those teeth could bite, and a part of him anticipated that sharp pain, wanted it. The gentle way her teeth were teasing his skin now set his skin alight with sensation.

A low noise sounded in his throat as his hands moved upwards, slipping under the waistband of her shorts and dragging them down slowly.