Maybe he should have thought about it, that so much time had passed and she probably wasn’t on birth control or even thinking about getting pregnant before today but that was far from his mind too. This was a part of their past, of nights and lazy mornings and it didn’t even occur to him that when the time came he should’ve been more cautious. Instead his hold on her tightens , he’s kissing her hard and deeply as he finishes, still joined with her, inside of her.
After he lay there for a long time silently, twitching and comfortable. He was in no rush to separate but just fallen down, spent on top of her. He kisses her lazily, trailing wet and sloppy stamps along her neck and jaw, down over where her bra was still on. In his impatience he had failed to get her completely naked. He lifted himself off finally, smiling down at her and pecking at her face a few times before rolling over, leaning over the mattress and barely getting his jeans back over with the very tips of his fingers so he could dig out a pack of cigarettes. It was a ritual with her specifically. It was a drink with anyone else. A smoke in his mouth and he had to search his shirt pocket for a lighter. He sat back, bunching a pillow behind them and looking down where she was as he lit it. It was a deep inhale.
“We should get married.” He said suddenly with the exhale of a giant tobacco cloud. “I don’t want to wait. I want you to be my wife.” The hand that wasn’t tending to the cigarette languidly trailed over her shoulder, down where the strap of her bra had eased off the bright moon of her shoulder during their love making and his finger hooked into her bra and he took a peek at what it was holding. He was regretting being in such a hurry now.