Just... go for it

Just... go for it
ROMANY

I'm not sure who reached for who first, but one minute I'm watching Mickey along the flat black of the powered down television screen and the next I am in his arms with my legs wrapped around his hips and my nose buried in the side of his throat.
I can feel him. I can feel all of him and I'm so goddamned happy I don't know what to do with myself.
"Doll," he whispers, his lips grazing my ear as he makes his way around the sofa telling me I must have jumped over the back of it just to fall into his embrace. "Thank fuck. You have no idea how crazy I've been. I left everything behind to search for you. Everything."
"I thought you were dead," I whimper into his neck before biting him and then kissing him there, making my mark as greedily as possible. The feel of his smooth skin beneath my wet tongue, the taste of his warm flesh... it's all so real. He is real! He is here! Here for me! "They told me you were gone. Oh my God, you're really here."
"They lied, baby. That fucken cousin of yours... she hates me, but I don't give a fuck," he growls into the room and I can feel his muscles flex in anger. Fury radiates from every bulge and pull of sinew and flesh, every ripple of strength. "They lied to me too... but I... I refused to believe what they said. Not that it would have mattered. Even if you didn't want me any more, I wanted you, and I was going to have you back no matter what."
He takes a seat on the sofa and I straddle the solid girth of him, the hot pulse that burns through my shorts liquefying my insides. That ridge beneath me spurns forward urges that have lain dormant since that day four months ago when my entire world went from vibrant color to folded gray. Euphoria sluices through my veins and with it the sharp tipped blade of fear that barely slips across my flesh, tracing over skin with the ability to cut me open and leave me to bleed. Because suddenly there are things I'll have to tell him. Suddenly there is the possibility of his rejection riding atop this wave of our rejoining.
What if the baby is not his?
How will he feel about me then?
Shake it off, Ro, now's not the time.
Do not ruin this, brain, you asshole! Do not!
He smells as delicious as he ever did. Like salt and sea and rain fog over cedar trees. Like sunrise and sundown and midnight all rolled into ine. He is everything for me right now and I'm on the verge of another breakdown just feeling the flex of his biceps against my back. His large, eager hands cup and squeeze my buttocks so roughly that I melt like brown sugar in butter across his lap, my back arching and my breasts pushing into the packed muscle of his chest.
"Jesus Christ, doll," he breathes out, "you feel amazing. I want to be inside you so badly. I've done nothing but dream about you every goddamned night."
Leaning back with a bite of my lip, I grind myself on his erection, watching as the bright green of his emerald gaze darkens, his pupils blowing out as his hips rock upward to tease me. His hair is slightly longer now, almost sloppy. The rich brown strands unstyled and falling naturally over his brow. He could almost tie it back, it's so long. The heat of his gaze and the almost smile of his lips enthrall me, dispensing a wash of molten honey from my core.
He's wearing a black dress shirt and slacks, wrinkled and unbuttoned at the top and before he can stop me or say anything else, I grip the collar in two hands and tear it completely open, buttons popping in harmony one after the next as my hands dive inside to stroke over the hard planes of his muscled chest and dig into the shift of his shoulders. God, he is superbly toned and ripped with muscle. He's bulkier than I remember, yet still exquisitely cut.
"Did you get bigger?" I ask, stroking my hands over his bare flesh and moaning at the feel of him. "God, you feel good."
He hisses, his hips bucking and eyelids drooping as his hands close over my hips and he begins to work my core along the sweet thickness of his shaft. "I don't know," he groans. "Maybe. Probably. I have a sandbag that I've been taking with me everywhere, so that everytime I felt like hitting something, I could do it without getting arrested. It was all I could do to take the edge off of every failed search."
My eyes drag over his powerful shoulders as I tug him forward by the collar of his shirt and press my forehead against his, leaving our mouths only centimeters apart. "I have something to tell you," I murmur, sucking, just barely, on the tip of his bottom lip and causing him to curse and his hands to clamp more tightly over my ass. "But first... I have a question."
Mickey's eyes close, his hands dropping down toward the open hemline of my knee length shorts, then dragging them upward as his fingers sear underneath and fire over my bare thighs to dip into the back of my panties. "Ask it," he growls, his hands kneading and squeezing as he cups the cleft of my rear and draws me into a rhythmic tenor that has my clit pulsing in my fucking knees.
Here goes nothing.
"Is there anything in this world that would make you leave me? Anything that-"
"Nothing!" he rasps, attempting to nip my lips with his teeth and failing when I smile and draw away from him. He tries again, growling in frustration as I continue to dodge his kiss. "There's a box-" again he chases my lips "-on the table-" again he misses "-open it," he commands, the corner of his lips twitching upward as he feigns left and finally catches my mouth in his.
I moan as he sucks my tongue back, my eyes falling closed when he pushes forward with his own, plundering my mouth and breathing me in. Licking the seam of his lips, I speak into his mouth, asking him, "Are you absolutely sure... there's nothing... nothing at all?"
His muscles tense beneath me, his hands leaving my shorts to grasp my face as he pulls away from my kiss to stare back into my eyes. "What is it, doll?" he asks me, a line of worry darkening the space between his eyebrows. "Just... tell me. What's got you so worried?"
My gaze flickers back and forth between his eyes and I draw in a deep, empowering breath.
The time is now, Ro. Just... go for it.
I whisper, "I'm... pregnant."