sollux/feferi mpreg drabble fluff thing

She's soft. Maybe not fat, though she was certainly curvaceous and had a definite heft to her whenever she lay against him, but everything about her practically radiated warmth and comfort; her wide hips, smooth skin...her entire figure, from her enormous plume of hair to her fuschia-painted toes, was one solid testament to the very concept of snug softness.

She's soft, he thought to himself, even though it was a realization he had gone through tens of times before. Even though, with his matesprit leaning against him and gently stroking her - their - bounty, it should have logically been the last thing on his mind. But he knew that if he let logic take over, that niggling voice in the back of his divided mind would threaten to ruin the moment again, that part of him that noticed just how much his bare body contrasted with hers. He was sharp and angular, and even with the weight he had put on in the past months, his elbows and knees felt like jagged spikes next to her soft, billowing frame.

Of course, she knew him well enough to catch the signs of when he was becoming too introspective. She knew him, inside and out (and he had the marks to prove it), and her eyes turning up to meet his own dully discolored visage was enough to snap him out of the thoughts clouding his mind. Seeing her kneeling in front of him filled him with worth, not because the most important girl to their species' empire was below him, but because she had chosen him, because she wanted to lower herself.

A smile spread across her face (and it wasn't patronizing, or reassuring, it was sincere and honest and loving), and her hand slid up to rest on the side of his stomach. By most standards, he was huge, and by his own standards he was absolutely colossal; ever since she had laid (bred, some would say, but she never used anything that could be called derogatory) with him, he had gone from a scrawny, wiry mass of limbs and points to what some would call respectfully sized.

It was a slow process, and he knew he would be bulking up somewhat - she had gone over everything, explained everything to him, and even when he would have irritably brushed anybody else off after a night of quiet murmuring and descriptions, he knew how important it was to her that he fully understood what he was doing. Still, he had agreed, not purely to make her happy, but because the concept of bearing for her was...important, somehow. It made him something, and she took every moment she could to prove that his actions hadn't defined him. He wasn't "her carrier" or "her matesprit", he was a troll, a person, something more than just a belly taut and heavy with young. She knew it threatened to overshadow him, the boy she pitied and who pitied her back just as much, and she made sure that it would never happen.

Her hand moved in gentle circles, fingers lightly ghosting over the tight skin of his abdomen, and he eagerly leaned into her touch. He was slowly approaching the end of his term, and it was as clear as day; standing up, his midriff bulged out far enough to make walking a hassle. The last week or two had been him sitting on his ass while his tireless matesprit kept him comfortable and content, and while guilt crept up his protein chute at making her dote on him, not once did she ever seem displeased or frustrated. The palm stroking his side came to rest on the swell of his stomach, and she leaned closer, the contrast of her cool cheek pressing against the warm, heavy mass sending electric sparks up from the base of his spine.

"They're moving." She spoke softly, a far cry from her usual excited pitch, but one that made him feel something pleasurable in his chest. Her head lolled against him, not hard enough to cause him any discomfort but enough that he felt the tiniest bit of strain on his already overtaxed tummy, and one of her arms snaked around as much of his abdomen as it could reach. "They'll still be mostly immobile when they come out, but they're moving."

There it was, that giddiness in her voice that accompanied a lot of things in her life, but none quite so as intimately as her brood and her matesprit. Her fingers continued rubbing against the ashen surface of his belly, and a soft hiss escaped from his mouth, tongue pressing against his awkward teeth as he relaxed in her touch. He could feel himself squirming slightly beneath his own middle, the hot and immovable boulder in the pit of his enormous stomach and the hormones flooding and numbing his bifurcated mind mingling to push him into a state of perpetual arousal, but he wasn't going to let his bulge threaten his - their - clutch. Besides, just having her there to stroke and sooth his aching body was all he needed.

One particularly sharp motion sent a cramp through his side, and a mumble escaped his lips, far too used to such unpleasant sensations to react harshly. Almost instantly she reacted, leaning in to nuzzle the offending spot on his tummy, and giggling softly at the unborn child within, she gently planted a kiss on the taut surface. Her lips were cold, but his toes curled at the feeling; he was a hot, squirming mess, inside and out, and she was the cool, calming antidote to his woes. Careful to not agitate her - their - offspring any further, she shifted slightly, trailing kisses up and down his bare torso, pecking in various spots he could only assume represented the young within, and occasionally leaning up to teasingly nip at his ribs. The scent of saltwater travelled up with her, and he leaned down to nuzzle her voluminous mane, sliding a hand to her lower back.

They stayed like that for a time, her head sandwiched between his chin and his stomach, both of her hands still stroking circles in his back and midriff, and he let his mind blank out as she gently slid him towards a lying position to curl up against him properly. He knew they would both be sore in the evening if they slept like that, him on his back belly-up and her awkwardly draped over him, but he couldn't bring himself to care, and it wasn't likely that she could either. They had both gotten through their trials and challenges together, and as he wrapped an arm around her and felt her face return to his tight middle, he knew it was entirely worth it.