The press of his mates body against his own never failed to incite a more sensual response from him. The need to hold her closer was always there and when his arms and torso had exceeded their capabilities of holding her just a fraction of an inch closer, it was really up to more vital organs to help achieve the closeness he was looking for. And as yet, she'd been as response as he'd loved to see. Lilin wasn't usually one to reveal anything more about herself than was absolutely necessary, but it was in these moments of sexual closeness that a more sensual, fluid Lilin came out. He couldn't help the grin as he remembered her dirty mouth when he'd been unable to stop himself from lapping at her. Lust filled his body at these thoughts and his tug became a touch more insistent.
It was then that the realisation kicked in, her tense body and the rigid hold she had on her pareo. He paused, green eyes darkened with lust looking up to spot the uncomfortable look in his mates own blues. When her own hand came up, little fingers wrapping around his wrist to halt his movements, confusion crumpled his features. Lili...? Whats wrong? He questioned quietly, before her own quite answer to his previous words caused a gentle nod to dip his head. His mind on the other hand was racing, trying to think of possible reasons for her halting movements.
He didn't know why he did it, perhaps it was an instinctual movement. But he slipped his hand out from Lilin's grasp in one quick movement, his other hand coming up in an attempt to hold her still. In a practised movement, he made to roll his hand over the flat of her stomach, feeling the choked gasp more than hearing it. He'd examined Colibri a day prior and he knew what he was looking for. The hardening of his mates stomach, not a bump but the beginnings of something. You're pregnant? It was supposed to be a statement, but the higher intonation at the end turned it more into a question than anything. Rearing up and onto his knees, Saul hovered over his mate, green eyes wavering between hope, joy and fear.
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