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A smile drifted across Casey’s face as he told her she was beautiful, a red flush creeping up her neck of it’s own accord, she’d never been someone to take physical compliments to mean much but from him they made her entire body turn into goo. Was this what it was like to have genuine feelings for someone else? Not burying your head in the sand, or in her case the work, in order to avoid allowing herself to feel anything genuine in her heart. It was a big shift from the woman she’d been even a few days ago, because if you’d have asked her if she was going to end up with Elias she’d have fervently denied it. Yet here she was laying in his arms, wanting to hear him tell her she was beautiful again, wanting to feel his lips brush against hers with the delicacy he’d only just started showing her. “No I’m not, I have morning again and…morning everything, you’re just saying that because you want to keep me happy because of the twins.” Soft denial from the lawyer because she might have changed but it wasn’t so drastic that she’d completely lost all sense of who she was. Which showed even more when she talked about the way she was segregated at work just for what she had between her legs, something that infuriated her as everyone knew. “I love that you were going to argue that with me but gave up before you even started because you knew I was right, I love being right.” Her laugh was a soft giggle as she moved in to press her lips against his infuriating little smirk that she loved so much for some unknown reason. “They would say I was weak and my workload should be edited because I clearly can’t handle it, which is a complete lie. I can’t exactly tell them I’m cancelling my meeting because my boyfriend wants to spend the morning with his head between my legs.” The word boyfriend tasted odd on her tongue, rolling off it without the ease most people would probably have, because for her it was a big shift. It would take Casey a while to get used to it that was for sure.
Casey could tell the man was proud of himself as the pads of her fingers drifted across his rippling muscles, feeding into his ego for a few moments, reaching forwards and pressing her lips to one of his pectoral muscles. She might be a workaholic but she wasn’t an idiot, she could tell when someone was attractive, and he was on another level. Their topic of conversation was so farcical she couldn’t hold back her laughter, talking about what he’d called her in a sordid encounter in a bathroom stall but in the same breath chatting about their unborn children, only Elias Morgan could have caused her to do that without even realising it was happening. “However you want to spin it to make you feel better, Elias. I don’t know if you should be talking about being inside me in front of our twins you know? The hight of hypocrisy.” Letting him slide his hand over her bulging stomach she smiled softly, letting the sensation of his caress ripple through her, allowing herself to enjoy it even if it wasn’t what she was used to. Or even what she’d seen for herself when she’d thought of her future in the past. “Daddy’s girls? Oh so you mean they’re pains in the ass who are going to turn out to be spoiled little brats? Probably, but hopefully they’ll get my brain, then they will at least be smart.” She teased, hand reaching out again to brush through his curls, pulling her legs up slightly in the cool sheets so they were curled to the right underneath the man, her boyfriend, god it was still weird. “No, you’re not allowed to call them goblins, you’re not carrying them inside your body. When you do that then you can call them what you like.” The look on his face when he cupped her chin made the lawyer’s heart stop dead in her chest, because she honestly had no idea what was coming next. It was a look she’d never seen in his eyes before which scared her just as much as it excited her. In fact she was about to interrupt when his lips were pressing against hers filling her mouth with the taste of whisky and cigarettes he had indulged in the night before, hand going to the back of his neck to hold him there that extra big longer. “I love them too…” Casey muttered against his mouth, unable to stop her smile. “They’re still kicking me, I blame you.” Pulling away she looked into his eyes silently, trying to see if he still had the same look they had a second ago, still wondering what it had meant. But for once she was at a complete loss. “We haven’t talked about names or anything…” The lawyer suddenly bursted out with.
Elias noted the way Casey’s face heated up red from his compliment, and he couldn’t help but smile wide at her. She had to know how beautiful she was, had to see the stares from everyone when she walked into a room, but still here she was flushed red from him saying it so casually. It him, of course, that just meant he’d have to tell her more often, so she could get used to hearing it. He would compliment her, tell her she’s beautiful every day for the rest of his life it meant she’d feel beautiful if even for that moment. He knows that it’s cheesy and romantic and that him thinking about being with her for that long is too much, but he looks at her and it doesn’t feel so off base. “You’re absolutely breathtaking” he tells her, brushing her hair out of her face and pressing his hand to her cheek, eyes soft as he looks her over, “morning everything included. I quite like you first thing in the morning, actually. I like waking up with you here and well, I like that the mussed hair is partly because of me” he teases gently, leans in to brush his lips over hers softly. He likes the morning hair and the way her cheeks are red and the lines of his pillows are faintly imprinted on the side of her face. He knows he looks a wreck, curls come undone from the night previous gel, he didn’t take off his eye liner so he’s sure it’s smudged. But he feels happy in this moment and so he doesn’t really care “and no, I’m not trying to keep you happy because of the twins. I’m just trying to keep you happy in general for as long as you’ll let me.” He admits, and that sure sounds like the commitment he’s been running from for years. “I know you love being right. It’s annoyingly adorable,” and for good measure he presses a kiss to the tip of her nose, because he knows it’ll piss her off just the tiniest bit. “You can handle much more than any of those insufferable wankers could, and, if they ever try to make you feel inferior because of your gender or your pregnancy I will tear their limbs off,” he says, and his eyes darkened for a moment for a completely different reason before he took a breath and gave her a look “I think your boyfriend wanting to spend the morning with his head between your legs is a valid reason to cancel” he begins, smirking at her “I do quite like you referring to me as your boyfriend, by the way.”
Caseys gaze, her hands on him was always confidence boost. He of course knew he was good looking, and being told by random strangers and hookups was always nice, but knowing Casey, who was always focused on work took note of it, found him attractive, appreciated his effort was something more, it felt more real coming from her. He laughs though, and gives her a look “I don’t think I should be talking about being inside you at all right now, as it only just makes me want to be inside you more than usual,” he tells her, something between a lewd smirk and a playful smile falling on his lips. “They’re absolutely going to be spoiled little monsters, but whip smart, like their mum I agree” he then makes a face “I’m going to let that jibe about my intellect slide because I really want to keep kissing you right now and that’ll be sullied” he tells her, leaning in to kiss her to prove his point. Her hand found his curls again and it took all of him not to push further into her touch, though he did practically purr at the sensation. God he was weak and far too open for his liking right now, but he could get used to being surrounded by the warmth of her body, her fingers running through his hair. ‘That doesn’t seem very fair, they’re little monsters and deserve to be called as such,” he whispers and there’s no heart behind it, because he’s too focused on how kiss swollen her lips are. He feels like his heart might explode when he looks at her, chin in his hand so he can kiss her properly, and her lips are red from being kissed all morning and her eyes are lighter and she’s smiling, genuinely. She is wrapped in his sheets and she’s carrying his children and god, he thinks he’s in love with her and that’s terrifying. He’s so scared of falling for someone and letting it break him again, but he also wants to. But instead of saying all of that, he lets her kiss him again, feels her smile against his lips and laughs against hers when she blames him for the fluttering of baby feet against her growing stomach “they are pains in the ass like me I imagine” he sympathizes. When she brings up names, he stops, pulls back and furrows his brows. She’s right, they haven’t and well, truthfully they’re nearly three months out from these babies being born. He kisses her quickly one last time before rolling back onto his side of the bed, pulling himself to sit on his side and face her “you’re right, we haven’t” he agrees, “so lets.”
