Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Black Velvet ❯ Why Do The Sex Gods Hate Me? ( Chapter 17 )

 

 

Aurora flopped down next to Aya on the back porch swing and let out an exhausted sigh.

 

“I swear one of these kids is a soccer player in training and the other is a drummer,” she said, shifting restlessly as she tried in vain to get comfortable.

 

“You'll have to send the soccer player to one of our teammates. He loves teaching soccer to kids.”

 

“So I've heard,” Aurora said with a laugh. “You want to feel them?”

 

“I don't know . . .” he began.

 

Aurora simply rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, placing it palm down on the swell of her stomach. At first all he felt was a little flutter of movement, then it became stronger, forceful and very active.

 

“That's so amazing,” he said in awe. “I'm not used to feeling life in my hands.”

 

“None of us are, really,” she said. “Except for maybe Granny Po and Madame Belle since they deliver babies all the time. The rest of us are more used to removing life from the world instead of bringing it in. Funny how the girls in the family went into law enforcement and the only boy went completely the opposite direction,” she said shaking her head and laughing. “Life is certainly strange.”

 

“It certainly is,” Aya said, still feeling the movement of the babies under his palm. “I have more questions for your husband.”

 

“I would imagine you do. But I can answer at least one for you right now.”

 

“What's that?”

 

“You aren't pregnant, Aya.”

 

Aya hadn't realized he was tense until all the muscles in his back and neck suddenly relaxed at once. “Was I broadcasting that loudly?”

 

“Not really. You were just worried and I caught the random thought. Now, if I might make a suggestion, there's a lovely little clearing just the other side of those trees. You follow the path along and it will lead you right to it. Have Belle pack you and Yohji a lunch tomorrow afternoon before the Ball starts and take him up there to ask him what you want to. I highly recommend the spot.”

 

“Why?” Aya asked, though he thought he knew the answer.

 

“It's where Ben proposed for the second time,” she said smiling.

 

“Second?”

 

“Yes. The first time was right after Brad sold him my underwear.”

 

Aya laughed himself close to tears then told her about Star making Crawford rattle off his childhood horrors, that being one of the things he was forced to recall.

 

“I knew I loved her for some reason.”

 

 

 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Schuldig shouted as Crawford dragged him out of the club and into the parking lot. Schuldig swayed a little and tried to focus.

 

“You're drunk and I'm taking you back to the house, if that means I'm out of my mind then so be it.”

 

“Thash not what I meant,” Schuldig slurred, again trying to bring the other man's face into focus. “I meant wiggling around on the stage, oh rock god in training. And sinsh when the fuck do you have a tattoo? Don't deny it, I can see it since the pants you're wearing are scho damn low that your ass is almost showing. Gods damn it, thash my ass. I've been chasing it for the last five years!”

 

Crawford wavered between being annoyed and amused then decided on amused after a moment.

 

“Then . . . then there's having to listen to all the little sluts in the bar talk about how they wanna take you home and screw you stupid. Which would take a hell of a long time. And gods damn it I wo . . . hmn?”

 

Crawford had managed to shut Schuldig up in the fastest and most logical way possible considering it was nearly impossible to talk when someone else's tongue was in your mouth. He pulled back to find Schuldig staring at him in openmouthed shock.

 

“One, it's my ass and I'll show it off to anyone I damn well please. Two, I've had the tattoo since before we ever met. It was my twenty first birthday gift to myself. Three, the only person I had any intention of letting screw me senseless tonight is you. Now, will you get in the damn car so I can get you back to the house and we can go about doing that?”

 

Crawford was startled but not terribly surprised to find himself thumped down on the nearest car hood and straddled by a certain redhead. Schuldig was placing sloppy wet kisses all over his face, neck, shoulders, wherever there was bare skin and his hands seemed to be everywhere all at once. He was, however, surprised when all movement from Schuldig ceased and he slumped forward onto his chest. Snoring. He sighed and shook his head. Then carefully eased them both to a semi sitting position, picked Schuldig up and put him into Ben's car then stood looking at him for a moment.

 

“Why do the sex gods hate me?” he wondered aloud.