not learned a single thing

You let the comforting silence sit for a moment longer, then clarify the obvious consequence out loud.

*“So… that means I’ve been breeding you in earnest this whole time. No protection at all. I could have already gotten you pregnant by now.”** The words hang in the quiet bedroom.

Sandra doesn’t answer right away. Her eyes search your face, uncertain, caught between residual guilt and the sudden, sharp weight of what those sentences actually mean. She opens her mouth once, closes it again, and simply stares at you while the reality settles over both of you like a thick blanket.

Then your hand moves.

You reach down and take a firm, deliberate handful of her bare ass, kneading the soft flesh in a slow, possessive grip. The touch is unmistakable in its intent. Sandra’s breath catches. Whatever uncertainty was on her face is replaced by a dark, answering heat. You feel it in the way her body softens against you, in the way her thighs shift open just a little, in the sudden rise and fall of her chest.

You stare at each other.

Breathing grows heavier on both sides. The air between you charges with the absolute, mutual recognition of how hot the situation is—how long you have been doing this on purpose without protection, how real the chance already is, how little either of you wants to stop. The serious conversation of the last half hour evaporates under the fresh wave of need.

You catch her mouth in a deep kiss at the same moment she surges up to meet you.

The two of you fall straight back into it as if the recovery day, the soft confessions, and the quiet cuddling never taught you a single lesson. Hands push and pull, legs spread, and you sink into her in one smooth, urgent thrust. Sandra moans into the kiss and wraps around you immediately, heels digging into your back to keep you deep. There is no pretence left of anything casual or careful. You are both fully aware of what you are doing this time—breeding her deliberately, openly, while the possibility that it has already taken sits hot and shared between every stroke.

The morning light spills across the bed while you start the next round of baby-making.

You both did not learn a single thing.

The confession, the comfort, the quiet “what does this make us” talk—all of it evaporates the moment your mouth is on hers and your cock is back inside her. What follows is the most focused, deliberate stretch of the entire holiday. You fuck with renewed vigor from the moment the conversation ends until well past noon, as if the last few days of recovery and tenderness were only a brief intermission.

The confirmation sits between every thrust: you both wanted this on an animal level. Combined with the hormonal cocktail already running through her—the new-relationship flood, the breeding talk that stopped being talk, the quiet fact of her body primed for having your seed—it is a perfect storm. If she had not been pregnant when she woke up, the next several hours would have finished the job without mercy.

There is no embarrassment left in it. She is openly coaxing you on to breed her more and you are gladly doing it. Every time you swell and start to empty she moans like the desire is paying off in real time, clenching around you and whispering more of what she wants—stay deep, don’t pull out, give it another minute, again. By late morning you have lost track of how many times you have filled her. The sheets are wrecked. Her thighs are shiny. She is flushed, radiant, and completely single-minded, using her own desperate body to make desire come true.

Noon arrives and you are still inside her, still moving, still following the last quiet instruction she gave you while her legs stay wrapped high around your back. The contaception again forgotten, drowned out by the desire for eachother.

Neither of you has any intention of stopping just because the clock says you should have eaten hours ago.

Just like that, and the both of you already compleatly forgot about the contraception, or the talk earlier. You litterally fucked eachother stupid enough to erase it from your mind entirely... Again.