My Fallen Angel

Ashlandil actually pinned the picture to the fridge.
It was just a little gray blip that didnt look like anything yet, I didn't see why he had to pin it where we would have to look at it every single day.
"So, do you really think its a boy?" I mused, laying on my back on the couch, gazing up at the ceiling, the TV playing vaguely in the background. "You seem pretty set on it."
Ashlandil merely shrugged, and snuggled closer to me, his face pressed between my breasts. His hand rested on my stomach, lightly stroking the bare skin, my shirt pulled up along my ribs. He was overly affectionate ever since we'd gone to the doctor, and incredibly protective any time we went out now.
I let my fingers run through his dark hair as I waited for a response, knowing he liked it when I did; it seemed to relax him when someone played with his hair, but I wasn't sure why it was such a calming gesture to him.
"I don't know," he sighed after a few seconds, his fingers warm against my bare kin. "It doesnt matter. I'll be fine with whichever. Do you want a girl or something?"
"I dont care either," I sighed. "I just want it to be healthy. Happy. I dont want it to suffer like so many of us have had to do. I want it to be okay."
"It won't suffer," he murmured in response, frowning. "You're going to be a great mother. It'll be the happiest little mortal child to ever roam the earth."
If I dont lose the baby first.
I grimaced at the thought, and pressed my hands against my face with a sigh.
I hated those awful thoughts that kept entering my mind, despite the doctor had assured us the baby was healthy and everything looked good so far.
I just had this awful fear now.
"I have to be at the theatre tomorrow morning for rehearsal," I said after a few moments, needing to break the silence and distract myself from my thoughts before it took a dark turn. "Around nine AM. Francis was very serious about that."
"Then you'll be there, love. He does know not to do any stunts with you, right ---?"
"Yes, Ashlan. You've warned him every single time you've been around not to do any stunts," I rolled my eyes. "I'm fairly sure he understands."
"Good." he grunted. "Because I'll rip out his spine otherwise."
Ugh.
We glanced over at the coffee table as his phone lit up, and he sighed as he hefted himself onto his elbows, reaching across me and snagging it quickly. He squinted at the caller ID, then brightened, answering the call.
"Hey, Bryan!"
"Hey, man, what's up? I just arrived in L.A. for Andys show," I could hear the mortals high voice say brightly, a lot of crackling in the background. "You said to call you as soon as I landed, so I did. What's going on?"
"I just want to give you an exclusive interview while you're in town," Ashlan told him, kissing my stomach fondly, and I chuckled as he nuzzled closer. "Me and Kenna have something to announce, and you're the one I want to tell it."
"Ah..... are you two getting married or something?" Bryan's voice was suddenly wary and disappointed, and Ashlandil chuckled in amusement.
"Or something. The band's all meeting up here tomorrow, you cool to come? After you get done filming with Andy and Joe, of course."
Filming?
What was he talking about?
"Yeah, sure, no biggie. I'm down."
"Cool, thanks man. And no, none of the guys are going to tell you anything," Ashlandil suddenly laughed. "Don't even think about asking. I want you to be surprised."
"Oh, trust me, I'm already surprised," Bryan sighed in response. "And here I kept hoping I'd sweep her off her feet when I got to see her again. You really keep her hidden from the public, yknow?"
"I do my best. I dont need a lot of people fawning over my woman." Ashlan let himself rest against me again, and I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying our closeness.
I think becoming pregnant had made me more affectionate then ever before, and I wasn't sure why.
"I think it's too late for that. How is she feeling, anyway? I heard she went into the hospital while you guys were overseas. The replacement guitarist was nowhere near as good as you, I saw some clips of the concerts he had to fill in for."
Ashlan grimaced, his arms a fraction tighter around me now. I pressed my lips into his hair, not wanting him to think or worry about it any longer.
"She's feeling a lot better. It's just good to have her home again. We'll talk about it during the interview. See you then?"
"Yep! Oh, dude!" Bryan sounded like he wanted to say something else, and I heard him inhale to speak.
Ashlan hung up quickly.
Well, I guess Bryan was going to have to ask later then.
"What's filming?" I asked, he snuggling up to me again after tossing his phone onto the coffee table, nuzzling my collarbone.
"Andy and his cousin have a little webisode thing they do."
"What's a webisode?"
"It's ---- basically a TV show. On the Internet."
Oh.
He had a TV show?
"Internet?"
"Google."
Oh.
I yawned, and I stretched my arms above my head, feeling my muscles start to ache from laying down so long. We'd been here a little while, and now I was growing stiff.
"Mhmph, what do you want to eat?" I sighed after a moment, my mind racing towards food almost immediately as I felt the growing pang.
"Do I get you as an option?" He murmured, kissing my jaw, and I chuckled as he rose on his elbows above me.
"Only If you ask nicely."
I felt him grin.
"Coy, are we?" He kissed my nose. "You must be feeling better."
I rolled my eyes, and turned my head, capturing his lips quickly. I let my fingers tangle in his hair as I held him against me, my thighs parting automatically to make room for his hips as he moved.
I didn't think about anything as I ran my fingers down his chest, tugging his shirt quickly over his shoulders and behind us, needing to feel his bare skin against mine.
I could taste his sin as it started to take over, that tart, harsh taste intensifying as his hands ran down my body, slowly ridding me of my clothes.
I lifted my hips, feeling the cool air rush across my skin as it became bare, and it didn't take me but a few seconds to do the same to him until we were both completely naked.
He was being so easy with me, his movements soft and careful, as if I was made of fragile glass. He kissed my neck, suckling the skin but never breaking it, his fingers ghosting down my stomach and between my thighs, barely brushing my skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he touched me, my eyes closing in immediate pleasure as he slipped his digits inside, curling them towards him.
I loved it when he did that.
I could feel my face flush, my skin warming and becoming sensitive, the heat between my thighs intensifying to a point I could barely breathe!
"Cum for me, Kenali," Ashlandil breathed in my ear, pressing deeper inside. "Cum for me!"
Oh how I wanted too!
I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, his thumb pinching and needing the tender bud, and it wasn't long until I was writhing under him, clenching my arms and legs around his body and practically begging for relief.
His lips pressed against mine, and I whimpered, arching my hips against his palm, needing just a little more pressure, a little more, more ---.
I gasped, my thighs clamping around his wrist as my climax finally hit, my back arching off the couch. Ashlandil groaned, crushing his lips against mine, letting my juices coat his palm.
I felt the intense heat start to evaporate from my skin, and I gasped for breath as my body relaxed against the cushions again, still shifting and squirming.
"Ashlandil ---."
He forced my thighs apart, and in one movement he was forcing himself in side of me, my body having no choice but to accept him, my muscles squeezing automatically.
His fingers curled through mine, forcing them by my head as his tongue conquered mine, his body rubbing against my dampening skin, each thrust making that fire build in my stomach at an almost overwhelming speed.
"I love you," Ashlandil suddenly groaned, fingers clenching, his thrusts more rough and sloppy.
"I love you too," I gasped, hips rising to meet his as my body started to burn. I whimpered, closing my eyes in pleasure, my lips parting on another moan as we fucked, my entire body feeling like it was in cased in flames.
There!
I gave a cry as my second orgasm hit, and I felt his fangs sink into my throat, blood rushing into his mouth --- and then his hips were crashing so hard against mine I thought they would break, his harsh thrusts coming to one as he came down with me, his arms clenching tight against my damp skin, the pain in my neck only adding to the pleasure between my thighs.
Oh.
I could barely breathe.
"Damn," Ashlandil whispered, his chest moving heavily on top of mine as we laid there, struggling to breathe. I felt his tongue run along the bleeding wounds in my neck, and I gave a breathless chuckle.
My entire body was quivering.
I think our sex was only getting better.
I felt him nuzzle my shoulder, a content sigh leaving his lips.
"I love you," he whispered again. "So much."
And he meant it, wholeheartedly.
And I think I was starting to mean it too.

Notes

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