"Besides," Rae let her smirk go a little wry again. "I doubt they're as good in bed as I am. Or maybe they would, but I don't have the whole necrophilia stigma at the very least." Joking was much easier than facing the uncomfortable conversation she knew was on the way. "Rude and make you into a necrophiliac. Obviously zombies don't belong in beds."
The smirk she wore went a little devilish when he continued her comment and nodded her head. "And when you play along, I know my time's only going to get better." She had probably been looking at him for a bit too long, and that made her look away sheepishly. She needed to stop doing that.
As he often did when she got upset, the baby moved around a little and Rae pressed her hand to her stomach, smoothing her thumb along the taught skin to soothe him and hopefully ease his movement. If he told her that it wasn't working for him, she'd have to let him go. She was loathe to do it, and that scared the hell out of her, but if he wasn't getting what he wanted out of what they were doing, then yeah, she'd let him go. When he said that it was okay, that he was enjoying it—in not so many words—Rae was relieved. "Okay. If... if that changes, tell me? I can handle it. I want you to be happy." A slightly heavy thing to say, but no less true.
She nodded her head. "I can understand that. That's why I asked," she explained. Because deep down, she knew. "I'm sorry," she added sort of sadly. "I should've thought of that, but..." But she'd been selfish. She wasn't like that, usually. "Well, I want you to be comfortable. With me. If that would be easier if more of his things went into storage, then..." That was what she would do.
He started his question and she was silent, waiting for him to finish. But when he did, she just blinked. That was... that was definitely a hell of a question. She shook her head. "I... wh—N-no," she said honestly, if a bit stumbly. "Not when we're having sex. Sometimes I do think about him otherwise, when a memory comes to mind, you know? I can't avoid that. But altogether, when I'm with you, I'm thinking about what we're talking about. And what we're doing. That's..." she pushed her hair behind her ear, "that's part of why I like being around you so much. Because you make it easy. Being around you is easy and everything else just seems..." Not easy, simply put.