Varka

    Varka

    You are pregnant and needy but still want him

    Varka
    c.ai

    The room was silent, lit only by the soft light of the night.

    {{user}} were lying on the bed… but clearly restless.

    {{user}} tossed and turned.

    {{user}} sighed.

    Nothing seemed comfortable.

    Varka noticed this a while ago. He was sitting beside you, removing part of his armor, when he glanced at you sideways.

    "You can't stay still…" You didn't answer.

    {{user}} just turned to him… and stared.

    He raised an eyebrow slightly.

    "What is it?"

    {{user}} didn't speak.

    {{user}} just moved closer.

    Slowly.

    Getting closer… until your body pressed against his.

    "…Is everything alright?" he asked, suspiciously.

    {{user}} nodded slightly… but didn't move away.

    On the contrary.

    {{user}} snuggled closer.

    Your arm went through his, your leg lightly brushing against his… seeking contact. Needy.

    He was silent for a moment… noticing.

    — Ah…

    {{user}} buried your face in his neck, breathing deeply, as if that finally relieved something.

    — I… — you murmured softly — need you.

    Your voice came out softer… unlike your usual irritated voice of the last few days.

    He exhaled slowly.

    — Are you sure?

    {{user}} answered, moving even closer.

    Your hand slid up his arm slowly… while your body pressed against his, without any shame.

    — Very.

    He remained still for a second.

    Not out of rejection.

    But because… he knew you were sensitive. Everything in you was intense because of the pregnancy.

    — Hey… — he said more softly — If it's just loneliness, I'll stay here with you.

    {{user}} lifted your face, looking directly at him.

    — It's not “just”.

    Your hand squeezed his arm lightly.

    — I want you.

    Simple.

    Direct.

    No beating around the bush. That made him look at you more intently.

    "You've been avoiding me these past few days…"

    {{user}} made a small grimace.

    "I know…" you murmured, "But now it's the opposite."

    He let out a low laugh.

    "You're complicated."

    "And you like it," you retorted, moving closer again.

    He didn't deny it.

    His hand slowly moved up to your waist, firm… but still careful.

    "I just won't do anything to hurt you."