You both have taken a nice long breather after that intense session and Alex was good enough to wipe you down with a rag.
"So..." you say hesitatingly.
"So." he responds coquettishly.
Alex is lying on his back looking at you with one arm tucked under his head and the other idly drawing circles on his washboard abs.
You **** for a few seconds which makes Alex chuckle and turn to face you. "What is it?" he asks, transferring his hand from his abs to your slender belly. You look down at it and feel as if somehow he knows what you want to ask him.
"So... um..."
"You already said that."
Incorrigible. You think to yourself with a smile.
"S... I mean... I was wondering... if..." you hold his hand to your belly, "if... y'know..."
Alex straightens up a bit as he realizes what you are saying, "Are you asking me if you're pregnant?" You nod in response. Suddenly all the flirtatiousness in his voice disappears and he looks almost mournful. "Sorry Aspen, that's... that's not possible." "Oh..." "Yeah. Daniel's injection doesn't just give you a womb, it sterilizes your semen." he reaches around his back and fishes out one of the sodden pieces of cloth and shows it to you. In the bright moonlight you notice that the semen hadn't quite sunk into the silken fabric and as it quivered on soft cloth you saw that it was not the usual cloudy white that you were used to, it was clear as spring water.
It didn't matter whose semen it was since you had both been injected, but the implication was clear - neither one of you could impregnate the other, no matter how much you care each other.
You turn away from the rag dejectedly and stare at the warm bedding. Alex tosses the rag away, resumes caressing your cheek and says, "I'm sorry."
You close your eyes and are about to shed a tear when you feel your Alex's lips on your forehead. Your eyes shoot open just as your head gently, but insistently **** up to make you look at Alex eye to eye.
Your wings quiver slightly ready to spray another cloud of glowing dust. You notice Alex's gaze move from your face to your wings. His eyes narrow. He wants to ask you something.
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