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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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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.

Perhaps she shouldn't drive him crazy like this, but sometimes she just needed to see need on his face, needed to make him all but desperate to have her. But she decided she'd tortured them both long enough - mostly, anyway - and slowly sunk down on to him, moaning loudly at finally feeling him inside her.

That made him groan, pressing his hips upwards and she moved down. He didn't want to go faster than she wanted, but he was getting to the point where it was completely driving him crazy. Finally to have himself engulfed by her, he exhaled heavily, holding her hips as an anchor to it and looked up at her face, knowing it felt just as good for her.

The sounds he made just heightened her arousal, making her body all but thrum with need. His grip on her hips steadied her, and she looked down at him, eyes full of love and desire. Slowly, too slowly, she started to rock her hips against him, moaning unrepentantly. "Gods, you feel perfect," she whispered in Swahili as her pace increased.

He couldn't say anything in reply, because he was having a hard time focusing on anything but how she felt. He watched her face, eyes trailing down her body and back up, scanning all that was his fiance. Every inch of her made him want her more and thank God she decided to start a quicker pace or he'd have to completely take over. Not quite yet, he wouldn't.. eventually.

The slow buildup had been torture for her as well, and now she was rolling her hips swiftly against his, chasing after the pleasure she so desperately needed. It felt so right to move with him like this, to belong to him and know that he belonged to her. Her grip on Standard was lost all together, and she murmured out soft pleas and encouragements in Swahili.

It was a good thing he'd been learning Swahili. When they were first together and she pulled that, he had no idea what she was saying. Now he could at least keep up and take directions if she had any suggestions. Right now, the only one he had was to push himself up, his mouth moving to her neck and down to her breasts, arms wrapped around her tightly.

His mouth on her body drove a needy, keening noise from her lips, and she might have lost her balance if it hadn't been for his arms tight around her. She loved being tangled up with him like this. The rest of the world ceased to exist, and she simply felt free and happy and so very good. Swahili words continued to tumble from her lips, interspersed with his name.

He continued his journey over her skin with his lips, grinning at how much of a talker she was during sex. Maybe he was amused by it for no reason, but it was what it was. He took a moment to roll them over, laying her back to the bed and posing himself above her. Leaning in he kissed her lips, deepening it immediately and began to rock his hips against her, starting slow and building quickly.

One of the main reasons Nyota had never liked being intimate with people she didn't love was that she always felt open and exposed during sex. All her walls came tumbling down and she couldn't hold back her sounds or her words. The feel of his body and his lips were making it very difficult to hold on to her coherency, however, and soon there were more moans and needy whimpers than words. When he flipped them over she gasped slightly, arching against him and moaning into his kiss as she rolled her hips up to meet him.

Slipping his hand between them, John used the aid of his fingers to further her along. He wanted to feel her let go just as badly as he needed it. Nuzzling in against her neck, he groaned, moving his hips hard against her, making sure to angle it just right. They'd done this enough time for him to know what she liked and what she needed and right now, that was his only focus.

The touch of his fingers combined with the angling of his hips drove all remaining thoughts from her mind. There was nothing but his touch and his voice and shared love and need. Her body moved with him, shuddering around him as he brought her closer and closer to the brink. "Naku penda," she moaned out. I love you. Every muscle was drawn taut, but she held out just a moment longer before she let herself tumble over, crying out his name.

His goal was easily reached. Maybe it was egotistical that he took pride or maybe he was just being a man. Either way, she moaned her affection just before her body shuddered beneath him. Holding a steady pace, John continued thrusting, nearly there himself before releasing, his own pleasure racing up his spine with a low groan deep in his chest.

She felt him tumble over after her and sighed happily. Her eyes drifted closed for a long moment as she floated in the afterglow, then slowly blinked open. She smiled up at him, one hand gently carding through his hair. "Kamili," she whispered. Perfect. And it was. Not just the sex, but everything. The road ahead of them wouldn't always be easy, but as long as she had this, as long as she had him with her, she felt like she could handle anything.

John caught his breath, moving so that he could lie down beside her, arms wrapped around her back. He nuzzled in against her hair, breathing deeply and exhaling slowly. His eyes drifted shut and he waited, hearing her words, but not meeting them with his own. He had already said all he could that evening and though just now there was probably something he should say, he couldn't exactly find words for it. For now, living in the silence of it all was good enough. The news of the pregnancy, the proposal... it was all very sudden and it was hard to truly grasp what could be in store for them. He didn't doubt it would be different and difficult, but rather that it would be some kind of adventure.

Sighing contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her, Nyota cuddled against him, wanting to be as close as she possibly could. She felt warm and sated, the challenges of their future all tinged with pleasant afterglow and the knowledge that they would face everything together, side by side. Even though she was tempted to let herself drift off to sleep, there was still so much to think about and process. Today had started as an ordinary day, but now she was pregnant and engaged. Things had changed so quickly, and the only reason she wasn't panicking a little was the incredible man lying beside her. "If that baby is a boy," she whispered, "How about we name him John?"

Now, John wasn't one to show a lot of emotion. He didn't really do an excessive amount of smiling and he never cheered with glee. There was mostly him being solemn and the quiet type. Once Nyota spoke, offering up using his name for the baby if it was a boy, a smile broke out on his face. He pressed his lips to head, eyes shut, still smiling after he kissed her and hugged her. "I'd like that," he said softly in response, having a sudden moment where itw ould feel like he was actually a part of a family.

More even than the smile and the kiss, his tone of voice let her know just how much the gesture meant to him. Smiling and nuzzling against him, she murmured happily, "Me too." From Nyota's perspective, if they weren't a family yet they'd certainly be one soon. This thought led to another realization, a happy albeit potentially more troubling one. Given that they'd been out here in space, John still hadn't met her family, and while she had no doubt that they'd love him she also knew just how overwhelming they could be. "When were you thinking of getting married? My dad's going to throw a fit if he doesn't get to walk me down the aisle."

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