"Prove it," he counters with a playful nip to her lower lip, "You got time. S'not like we're having a kid now." And even when they did, finally, he'd happily sacrifice his two favorite things for their baby. [Breastfeeding would make them bigger, right? And he could totally use them as squirt guns.] "We could take them out or something. I bet chicks do it all the time."

"Think about how good it's gonna be when we're together again," he promises. "We're gonna go and get our ink done and be all badass together, babe, and then come back here... I swear I'll have the place clean and everything. S'gonna be so good when you come back, baby." He gasps out the last word as she squeezes him, and he arches into her grasp. "Fuck, Rach," his fingers move, hands cupping and kneading at her breasts once more, "I don't want you to go."