Bunnate
That first time, just after their reunion, the possibility of conception had been the furthest thing from Bunny’s thoughts. She’d weighed the situation since and knew her own mind on the subject, but it was a conversation that needed two sides. The pair of them needed to discuss it and probably sooner rather than later, or else nature would decide the matter for them.
For now, though, this had been pushed aside again by the combination of moonshine and the heat between them. Of course, that second one was always with them, simmering beneath the surface and just waiting to break into a boil when the opportunity presented itself.
Skin flushed warmer now than it had been even by the fire, Bunny moaned in the back of her throat as Nate kissed her. Even just the smallest shift of her hips had her seeing stars, and no matter what she'd read on the freenet, it didn't look like a single one of them was missing.
But Bunny was greedy too, pressing every inch of them together that she could as her hands continued their path along the plane of Nate's back. The moan became a whimper, a plead. She needed more.