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It was hard to believe that she'd only known about the pregnancy for a few hours. Already it felt as if her whole life had changed, and already it felt like she'd been waiting eons to tell John the news. She was trying her best not to speculate on what his reaction would be. Burying herself in work provided a measure of temporary distraction, but her mind kept drifting to her unborn child. Eventually she gave up and called up the computer's database on prenatal care, wanting to at least familiarize herself with what she should expect and how she could ensure the child's health. Then she reviewed the regulations regarding pregnant crewmembers; she could continue to perform her duties for the duration of the mission, though her involvement in away missions would drastically decrease. When she really thought about it, the timing could actually have been a lot worse. She'd be on Earth well before she had to deliver.

Towards the end of his shift Nyota sent John a PADD message asking him to come to her quarters when he was free. She took care not to say anything out of the ordinary, because even though part of her wanted to warn him that this wasn't just another evening, she didn't want to worry him with comments like, "We need to talk." Then she made a mug of tea and tried once more to come to terms with what was happening, joy and nerves still warring for control. She was nervous about not being ready, about John's reaction, about how this would affect her career and their relationship, but in spite of everything this was still a dream come true.

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Standing in the middle of the room with the woman's leg wound around him was probably his favorite place to be. That was possibly single track minded, but he hardly cared. Nothing was so perfect as having her wound around him. She nuzzled against him and John decided that was enough of a cue to carry her off to her bed. Her question did stop him momentarily before he continued. He set her down on the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs. Looking up at her, John shrugged while simultaneously sliding his hands up underneath her shirt. "Yes..." he shrugged, "well, no... I don't care what the bloody hell it is, to be honest. I get to be a father." He leaned forward just as that last bit left him, lifting her shirt just enough so he could smile and kiss her stomach.

Nyota agreed wholeheartedly that there was nothing better than being wound around each other. Laughing happily and keeping her eyes fixed on his face as he carried her to bed, she couldn't resist shivering slightly as he slid a hand under her shirt. His touch affected her just as strongly now as it had in the beginning. If anything the way she burned for him was deeper and more all-consuming now that they knew each other so much better. "You get to be a father," she agreed happily, smiling and sighing happily as he kissed her stomach. There was no physical evidence of the life growing inside her, but she imagined the way her stomach would grow as time passed. "I want to know. I want to be able to talk about my son or my daughter. I want to think about what we'll call the baby... It still can barely believe it's real," she added, glancing down at her stomach and running her fingers through his hair.

He tugged her closer to the edge of the bed so he could hold her closer. He shifted, pressing his face to her neck this time as she spoke. He didn't care what it was. He didn't care that it wasn't planned. All he knew was that he was going to have the chance to make up for the life he had to live. He could raise a child and show them all they needed to know because he was their father and he would be there. Nothing would tear him away from that truth.

John kissed her neck, hands sliding under her shirt and smoothing over her skin. With a contented sigh, he kissed across her neck to her jaw, trailing over her skin to her lips. It was then that he took the opportunity to lay his fiance onto her back, hovering over her while he moved one hand to hitch her leg over his hip. He smiled and pulled back only enough to look down at her. "Then we'll find out when we can," he agreed.

When he pulled her closer and kissed her neck she tilted her head to give him better access, one hand sliding down his chest to toy with the hem of his shirt. Maybe the timing was off, but she didn't see how being pregnant with his child was anything but wonderful. They were committed to the child and to each other. They were a family. Nyota had grown up in a caring family, but she'd always wanted to have a husband and children of her own. Now John would have her and the child, and by extension he would have all her relatives as well. Perhaps that would be a little overwhelming, but she had more important things to think about right now, like the fact that John was now her fiance and the father of her unborn child. Like the fact that he was kissing along her jaw to her lips. Kissing him tenderly but deeply, she smiled against his lips as he lay her down on her back and guided her leg around him. "Thank you," she breathed out when he agreed. "Thank you, my darling fiance."

He looked confused at first, tilting his head to the side at her gratitude. "For what?" he asked finally. He couldn't imagine what he deserved a thank you for. He'd done what he had to as a responsible part - though he hardly saw it as a burden. He was doing what he knew was right. It was easier since it was something he wanted instead of something out of his reach or out of his understanding. John was happy and he very rarely felt unadulterated joy.

She laughed softly at the question, looking up at him with eyes full of love and affection. "For being mine," she replied simply, tugging him down so she could kiss him again. She briefly recalled Liz telling her that John would be whatever she need him to be, and that's exactly what he was. That's what he always was. He certainly had his flaws, but for her he was perfect in every way.

He quirked a short lived smile before he was dragged back down to meet her lips with his. He had no problem with that response. He wasn't sure that it was a good reason to thank him, especially because somewhere in the back of his head, he knew it was him that knocked her up. He probably shouldn't have put it that way, even in his own head. He certainly didn't mean it as a negative. Giving up on his own thoughts, John shifted, sliding her further up the bed so he could get comfortable between her legs. The kissing didn't stop and right now he was just happy to be close to her.

She didn't think of the pregnancy as something to blame on anyone, and in any case there was really no one to blame. They'd taken perfectly reasonable precautions against unplanned children. But now this was happening, and knowing that he was on board meant that for the moment she could just be happy, not that it was possible to be anything else when she was in bed with John. Coaxing his tongue into her mouth and trapping it between her teeth to tease it with her own, she slid her hand under his shirt and gently caressed him with the leg she had wrapped around his hip. It floored her a little that she was in bed with her fiance, making her feel almost giddy as she kissed him breathless.

He knew how giddy she could get. He was perfectly happy with having a giddy and pregnant fiance. In fact, he couldn't really think of a happier way to end up in bed. That's why when she deepened the kiss he followed along. Ever the affectionate lover, Nyota brought out the worst and best in him. Or maybe it was just the horny male in him. Whatever it was, he'd never felt this way before with someone. Eli was the player. John was the calm and collected one. Sure, he was charming - who would argue? - but the lover? No, he was too subdued to warrant that name.

With a smile, he pressed close to her, sliding his hand up her hip and under her shirt, his hand caressing skin. His hips moved gently against her, hoping to draw out a moan or whimper from her.

Eli may be more inclined to chase women - though not anymore, of course - but John's quiet charm appealed to her. She liked that he'd never made her feel pressured, that they'd grown close first as friends. It meant she could be comfortable around him without feeling the need to be defensive. With everyone else, Nyota always tried to maintain control over her feelings, but with John it was okay to let go. With John it was okay to be emotional, so right now she didn't try to be anything but giddy and happy that they were engaged and pregnant and tangled up with one another.

Arching into his touch as his hand slid under her clothing, she moaned softly, moving her hand back down to the hem of his shirt to tug up in silent request. She needed all of his skin against hers, needed to melt into him until there was no line remaining between them.

He took the clue and leaned back just enough so he could pull his shirt off over his head. He didn't immediately go back to kissing her, but instead made quick work of her shirt as well. His hands moved over her skin, admiring it inch by inch. John pressed his torso to hers, his lips eventually making their way to his fiance's neck where he nipped gently. Hips rocking against her, he was finding himself accelerating along that same path that got them into this whole pregnancy mess anyway. He smiled against her mouth as he pressed a kiss there, pulling back just after. Slipping his hands behind her, he unclasped her bra to remove it. Once gone, instead of hands returning to their place, his mouth got creative instead.

She grinned when he pulled his shirt off, shifting to make it easier for him to get hers off as well. His hands on her skin elicited soft sighs of pleasure. As always his touch made her feel worshiped, cherished, loved. They still had so much to talk about, but she didn't think she could be blamed for simply melting into his touch after he'd proposed to her like that. The words still echoed in her mind, intensifying her need for him. She shuddered slightly as he kissed her neck, breath hitching when his mouth found her breasts. Her body arched into his touch, her mind full of the fact that he wasn't just her boyfriend anymore. He was her fiance. And most importantly of all, he was hers. As her hands wandered over whatever skin they could reach, she murmured, "Mgodi." Mine.

John continued his journey over her skin until he moved downwards enough to get at her pants. He made quick work of those like he had her shirt, pulling back and moving momentarily so he could get her out of them. Hitching his hands in her panties, he tugged those down, too. First, John met her lips again with his, but with a grin, he wrapped his arms around her naked body and rolled them both over so she was now hovering over him. In this position, his hands wandered more freely, including between her legs briefly.

The sounds she'd been making was more than enough to have him going. John took a second to undo his fly, though they quickly returned to pleasuring her in any way he could.

Nyota lifted her hips to help him get her pants and panties off, smirking up at him once she was fully unclothed. The change in position prompted a soft, pleased laugh, and she kissed him again hard as her own hands started to wander. His touch ensured that she continued to gasp and moan softly, especially when his hands wandered between her legs. But she had other plans for the time being, and they involved getting the rest of his clothes off. Shifting downwards, she kissed her way along his neck and then lavished attention on his chest, lightly tugging on a nipple with her teeth and then laving it with her tongue. Her hands started easing down his pants.

John had to swallow hard to keep from giving a very emasculating whine. He held back and shut his eyes, hands fisting in anticipation. He looked down at her, watching her mouth move over his chest and grinning as he hands made way to his pants. John shifted his hips, helping her tug them off. He took a deep breath and sifted his fingers through her long hair for a moment.

The way his eyes slid shut and his hands fisted in the sheets made her redouble her efforts to drive him crazy with need for her. She managed to divest him of his pants, getting his briefs off at the same time, and though she considered for a moment continuing to move her mouth lower, right now it felt important for them to be joined completely. Kissing her way back up again, she moved her hand between his legs to give him a long, slow stroke.

John's mouth did drop open when her hand took to him, a slow and teasing stroke. He opened his eyes and now with her situated again, he slid his hands over her hips. His finger sought the heat between her legs, pressing into her and thrusting in slow, deep strokes as much as he could from this angle. He watched her face, looking for reactions while he simultaneously rocked his hips into her hand.

Grinning, she stroked him again, swirling her thumb over the head. It took concerted effort to keep stroking him when his finger slid inside her, and she couldn't hold back a moan or keep from pressing her body down onto his finger and swiveling her hips in search of more stimulation. Her head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

This was, if he was honest with himself, one of his favorite things to do. Partially because they always ended up trying to outdo the other. She was very clearly enjoying the motion of his fingers while she was making him lose the ability to think with anything but the erection in her hand. It was no wonder she had him wrapped around her finger. Yes, he loved her more than he could every dare to express, but he also was a puddle in her sexual hands. Pressing a second finger into her, he grinned as she moved with him.

Nyota found it almost strange that she could be so completely comfortable with him - as if she didn't need to prove anything at all - while simultaneously wanting to be better for him. He challenged and inspired her without putting any pressure on her. It was the same here, where she wanted to drive him up the wall with pleasure but still felt completely accepted and cherished. Her hand continued to expertly tease him, her touch just shy of what he needed, while her body rocked against his fingers. She was already wet, and soon she'd be ready to feel him inside her.

He groaned out in frustration. There just wasn't quite enough and though that was good since they weren't quite there yet, he was still feeling the build up of it. John used his thumb to tease her clit simultaneously, hoping to instigate her further. Even just like this, he was going crazy with need to feel her wrapped around him. It was the same every time. All he wanted was to have her and make sure she felt unbelievable pleasure. He bucked against her hand, a point being made at just how he was feeling.

She was a little breathless with pleasure, but managed to smirk down at him when he groaned in frustration. "Patience," she purred, liking the fact that he needed her so badly. It was difficult to hold on to any of her composure, however, when he stroked her clit, the move making her shudder hard against him. It was tempting to keep teasing him, but her own need was too great, and the way he was bucking into her hands had her stomach squirming with desire. She shifted back a little, encouraging him to remove his hand so she could position herself above him.

"I've got very little of that at the moment, love," he teased, still moving his fingers expertly. She shifted though and he took the clue, giving her a few more movements with his fingers before pulling back. His hands slid to her hips and he watched her, waiting to see what her next move would be.

"Then I guess I'll just have to teach you," she teased back, thighs quivering slightly at the attentions of his hand. As she shifted she kept her hand on him, positioning herself to rub teasingly against him, the contact making her moan softly, needfully. It was almost too much of a tease for her, too.

He gritted his teeth, trying to lift his hips towards her. She was doing a bloody perfect job of making this absolutely torturous. Okay, he was the idiot who let her be in charge in the first place. John swallowed hard and groaned, his hands smoothing over her thighs, eyes drifting shut.

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