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"I can help with that you know?"
"Jesus Christ!"
"Nope, try again."
"Vee! How many times!?"
You clutched your chest, retrieving the book that had flown in a graceful arc onto the floor.
Perpetua stood by the door, as silent as he had suddenly appeared. A soft smile on his face, as he observed you wrapped up in your favourite blanket, a cup of hot chocolate next to the burning candle. You had really set yourself up for a night of rest and self love.
"Once more should be enough." he smirked, a little too smug.
"What do you mean you can help? I'm perfectly capable of reading to myself." You replied, rolling your eyes, as you resituated the heating pad over your stomach.
"You're bleeding. I can help with that." He offered again.
"Ugh, Vee, we've been over this. It isn't actually blood."
"Tastes the same to me."
"I'm not in the mood." You turned away pointedly, flicking through the book to find your place again.
The vampire stepped further into the room, the candle barely flickering as he passed by and knelt by you on the sofa.
"I can make it stop, but only for about 9 months." He promised, batting his eyelashes, as he did every month.
"Darling, we've been over this." You started, but where cut off when he shifted and grasped your hand between his own, bringing your wrist to his mouth and pressing a tender kiss to the delicate skin there, an inhale, an exhale.
"I know we said we'd try. I'm just sorry I- I'm sorry I failed you this month."
"Perpetua, love, you didn't, you couldn't fail me. We'll have another chance in two weeks, and I'm sure you will do your very best." You reassured, gripping his chin in your hand.
"We will make a family, be it by blood or otherwise. We have time my love. By my reckoning we have another 15 years to try."
He looked at you, tears flooding his mismatched eyes, unburdened by the silver mask he was forced to wear, inscribed with glamours to hide his true form.
"I just want it so much. I never had family before you. Before this." He gestured to the room as a larger metaphor for the Church.
"Two weeks my love, then we try again. In the meantime... there are perhaps other things we can do." You reassured, passing the book to your husband, and pointing at a particular line.
The blush started at his neck and ended at the tips of his pointed ears.
"If... if you're sure." He acquiesced
"Oh, I am." You nodded, rising from the sofa and heading towards the bedroom, shedding the heating pad, and your jogging bottoms as you went. Perpetua trailed behind you like a loyal hound.
Another candle from your collection was lit, and carefully placed on the bedside table. You pulled open the top drawer of your bedside cabinet, and withdrew a red cherry scented bottle, duly handed to your tamed creature.
"I want you to use this on me." You instructed as you shed your shirt.
"Absolutely my love." He nodded enthusiastically, as you flopped onto the bed in only your underwear and knee high socks. You smiled softly at him from where you lay already anticipating what was to come.
Perpetua popped the top of the bottle, and squeezed a liberal amount to his fingers with an appreciative sniff, and dilated pupils as he viewed you spread out before him.
"You are such a treat Tesoro" he murmured, moving the waistband of your underwear down with the non-oiled hand, before beginning to gently rub the massage oil into your lower tummy. Carefully working in alternating strokes, he used his thumbs to make heart shaped patterns over where your womb cramped and spasmed.
"You know love, I've read orgasms help with the pain."
"Don't push your luck buster. You're lucky I'm letting you touch me at all."