Wheel of Maternity: 1d8 ⇒ 3 Scent sensitivity...well that's unfortunate. After a while, Amélie awakens to a familiar smell. Opening her eyes she sits up to realize that while she definitely recognized the scent of cooking bacon, something that normally got her mouth-watering, today it made her queasy. Which wasn't at all fair since Gerard was probably being a total bien-aimé and making her breakfast.
Gerard of Greenwood wrote: Gerard gives Amélie a tender peck on the cheek. "How are you doing today?" Amélie leans her head against Gerard for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Je serais bien, except for the fact that the little one has decided not to like the smell of leather today." she says wrinkling her nose as her hand unconsciously passes over her belly. "At least neither of our armor is mostly that."
Getting up for the second time, Amelie drowsily shuffles to use the facilities, muttering to herself as she washes her hands. Rubbing the slight swell of her belly she yawns."Allons petit. Maman needs her sleep." Looking at the water clock she sighs. She could manage a couple more hours before they needed to get up....if her bladder allowed. Walking out into the living room she bends to scratch Milo's head before sleepily shuffling back into the bedroom and climbing into bed.
Amélie finishes using the facilities, wahing her hands and making her way back to the office where Gerard was finishing the paperwork from the end of their shift. She groans inwardly, having had days like this before. Her sleep today would be interrupted multiple times by her bladder. "Déjà réveiller mama up à toute heure petite?" she mutters with a chuckle, her hand rubbing her belly over her armor. So far she's been able to manage without having to have the breastplate hammered out, just adjusting the straps but that wouldn't last.
AD: Her entire body beginning to tremble, Amélie locks eyes with Gerard in a frozen perfect moment before she crashes through the threshold of her orgasm, erupting into incoherent cries of pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body, clinging to the man who brings her physical and emotional pleasure beyond description. Her hips roll wildly beneath him, her muscles gripping his shaft, caressing him, coaxing him over the edge, needing to feel him erupt within her, yielding to their overwhelming need for each other.
Gerard of Greenwood wrote: ** spoiler omitted ** AD: Feeling his rigid member slipping insider her draws a moan of deep satisfaction from Amélie, her body eagerly responding as she hungrily takes all of him, the agonizing slowness of his thrusting a delectable torture. Wrapping her legs around Gerard’s waist she reaches up, her hands roaming his body, her eyes filled with a heady mixture of love and unbridled lust as she holds onto him, gripping his muscular buttocks.
AD: Gerard’s expression sends a shiver of excitement through Amélie, as her body yields to his touch, a low hum of arousal sounding in her throat as she reaches down to begin slowly stroking his growing hardness as it presses against her thigh, savoring the heat of his skin, the primal maleness of him that made her tingle all over.
Afternoon delight: Amélie smiles as she watches him, quickly stripping out of her armor and clothing, her eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of his body as she lays back on the bed, her nipples already hard with arousal and the slight chill in the air. ”I’ve needed you since I got out of bed.” she purrs
"Well that was very.....to the point." Amelie says with a yawn as the assembly begins to scatter. As quite a few people head towards the fort to sign up, she notes the red haired paladin, Clara among them walking alongside Charity. "Bon pour elle." she says smiling. "She’s a strong one, stronger than that cochon Bashir could break. "
Gerard of Greenwood wrote: "Sounds good to me," Gerard says, taking Amélie's hand. "How about you, mon cher?" Amélie cocks her head to the side considering the combination. "That actually does sound good....at least it does today." she says with a chuckle, happy that today she was just tired rather than nauseous.
"Merci mon chere." Amélie says with a smile as she sits. Internally she found it a marvelous thing that Gerard with all his rugged ways made her feel more like a Lady than anyone in the gilded cage she grew up in. Her wolf was definitely one of a kind. With that thought her hand unconsciously moves to her belly, as yet barely noticable, bringing a smile to her lips.
Gerard of Greenwood wrote: Gerard takes Amélie's arm and heads on over to the Old Fish for some breakfast. Arm in arm with Gerard, Amélie heads to the Old Fish, noting the sense of relief in the streets after yesterday's chaos. Compared to ancient towers and giant monsters rising out of the sea, snow wasn't really much of a concern. Besides, it made the growing town rather beautiful.
"Mmm..I love you too mon loup." Amelie replies leaning into Gerard and kissing him softly before beginning to put on clothes, selecting a woolen split skirt over a pair of leggings, and a thick blouse with a warmer jacket over it. She walks back over to Gerard for help with her armor, glad she’d had it adjusted a bit a few days ago.
Amélie groans, pulling the blanket over her head for another couple minutes. She could already feel it, today was going to be another day of being tired the whole time. With another disgruntled groan she looks out from under the covers at Gerard. "Oui, I refuse to leave this bed for anything less that thé vert." she says with a mock pout.
Quote: Gerard hurries back home. "Okay, Pandi is out on the beach. I have no idea what we should do right now." ”Be a presence. The people look to us to keep them calm. The sight of u on the streets will help, even if only a nominal reassurance.” Amelie says holstering her pistol. ”And we would also discourage those few who would take advantage of the chaos to perhaps help themselves.”
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