Taste in music

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mira-starling:

ulric-on-the-strings:

mira-starling:

Snorting, Mira pat his chest and drew away from him. “Fine.” She turned to open the passenger door, but was already having some trouble getting in. That was the joy of having a growing belly - everything got that much harder.

About to head around to the driver’s side, Ulric pauses before heading back to help Mira inside.

“Rrgh…” There went her back again. She so was looking forward to a good massage later. The farther along in her pregnancy, the more drained and achey she was feeling. It was an odd combination of feelings all wrapped in one. To be drained, horny, tired, emotional at times, and craving food of all sorts. 

Mira turned around seeing that Ulric was offering help. She passed a thankful smile. “Thanks, babe.” Slowly, she eased herself into the seat and sighed. “Y’don’t even know how excited I am for that massage.”

Pressing his fingers lightly against Mira’s back, trying to make things easier, Ulric doesn’t move away until she’s up into the seat. “I can guess at least,” he teases lightly, one hand on the outside of the door.

“Mm…hmhm.” she hummed a chuckle, leaning her head back and relaxing. Even getting herself comfortable in the front seat of the truck felt good after a hard day in the garage. She shifted her head against the seat to look down at Ulric. “Lets just say…I’m more excited than any kid in a candy store.”

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Taste in music

ulric-on-the-strings:

mira-starling:

ulric-on-the-strings:

Laughing softly to himself, Ulric finally lets go. “Alright. But I’m driving.” He’s more teasing than anything, reaching for his keys.

Snorting, Mira pat his chest and drew away from him. “Fine.” She turned to open the passenger door, but was already having some trouble getting in. That was the joy of having a growing belly - everything got that much harder.

About to head around to the driver’s side, Ulric pauses before heading back to help Mira inside.

“Rrgh…” There went her back again. She so was looking forward to a good massage later. The farther along in her pregnancy, the more drained and achey she was feeling. It was an odd combination of feelings all wrapped in one. To be drained, horny, tired, emotional at times, and craving food of all sorts. 

Mira turned around seeing that Ulric was offering help. She passed a thankful smile. “Thanks, babe.” Slowly, she eased herself into the seat and sighed. “Y’don’t even know how excited I am for that massage.”

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Taste in music

ulric-on-the-strings:

mira-starling:

ulric-on-the-strings:

mira-starling:

Mira glanced down at his hands just for a moment. “Could say the same for you.” She answered, quirking her brow with a grin on her face.

“Oh, really?” He’s not about to let go, though, until Mira is sure she wants him to.

“Uh, yeah, really.” Mira chuckled, smoothing her hands over Ulric’s rear until she finally let go. “C’mon, lets get our kid home.” She gestured her head back to where Joey was. Just then she felt a slight nudge coming from her belly. Mira looked down and laughed. “Oh, sorry. Kids.”

Laughing softly to himself, Ulric finally lets go. “Alright. But I’m driving.” He’s more teasing than anything, reaching for his keys.

Snorting, Mira pat his chest and drew away from him. “Fine.” She turned to open the passenger door, but was already having some trouble getting in. That was the joy of having a growing belly - everything got that much harder.

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Looking for a job

wildthingonthebike:

mira-starling:

wildthingonthebike:

He nodded, kind of relieved that they changed the topic. He grinned widely. 

“Just one. How fast, can she go to a hundred? he asked, directing his attention to the bike. Yeah, safer topic. Much better.

He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. Such a beautiful bike

Mira grinned, nodding at Thomas. “Yes, she can.” Mira pointed to the gas gauge, noting that the top speed was 110 MPH. “More than that. Not that driving at top speed is ever okay. Still gotta be smart.” She turned back to Tom and cocked a little grin. “Even though I do like the rev it up from time to time. Don’t tell anyone, yeah?” 

Laughing, Mira scooted herself forward just a bit to get a better grip on the handle bars. Once she got the motorcycle running, Tom was free to sit on it. God, she missed this. 

With the keys in ignition, Mira gripped the bars tight, stood up to give the machine a kickstart, sat back down and opened the throttle.

The engine rumbled to a start. 

“The secret’s safe with me!” he chuckled. He waited patiently until she started it up and stood up giving him the handle’s. He sat down, checking everything. He was as excited as 5 years old on Christmas Eve.

“I really can drive her? I mean is it really okay with you?” he asked just to make sure. “Where’s helmet?”

He looked around. He couldn’t really ride a bike in wielding goggles. Well, technically he could…

Cradle and All

veraincarnate:

ulric-on-the-strings:

mira-starling:

And then she wanted to vomit again.

Trying to shut herself up as best she could, Mira kept sputtering out some sobs as she looked at their baby boy. Her hand twitched, wanting to reach out for him. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t or else…or else he could possibly die right there in front of them.

One moment she was watching him play and making him breakfast; the next, she was watching him be held captive in the arms of a stranger. Mira was suppose to protect him. How could she let something like this happen?

Mira’s legs were starting to feel weak, but she tried to ignore the feeling. She needed to be strong. 

Trembling, Mira sniffled and slowly looked at the ground. “W…we’re clear.” she answered lowly and quietly.

Pulling away when her hair started moving like that, Ulric’s eyes narrow. As much as he didn’t want to, Joey’s safety mattered. So much.

Trying to force himself to relax, it doesn’t work despite the effort. “Yes.”

“Wonderful!” The black limbs backed off a notch and she repositioned the child in her arms as he attempted to squirm out. Her eyes locked onto Ulric’s with unblinking conviction.

“Now, Mr. Maple. I know your family has many connections. I’ve been watching you two. And I’ve seen the watch. Who made it for you? Because I know you sir did not make it.”

Wiping her hand beneath her nose, Mira sniffled a second time as she continued to look at the ground. How were they going to get to Joey? If they moved, who knew what she would do! Mira just wanted to break down on the floor and cry. The mother looked up again, watery eyes focused on their son.

Her eyes were quick to turn wide again at the woman’s question. So she had been watching them…and wanted the watch? “W-What?” she managed to stutter, now looking at Ulric.

Cradle and All

veraincarnate:

ulric-on-the-strings:

mira-starling:

Despite her tears, Mira’s anger was boiling hot. She kept glancing back at Joey…his face. His terrified little face was something she never hoped to see. This was something she never wanted to see. And who would?

Mira’s breaths became angry, quickening as she looked around trying to find some sort of object to throw at the woman. Sadly, the nearest suitable one was a lamp beside the intruder. 

Fuck! Mira kept repeating over in her head. And then her eyes widened as full as they could. A child’s limb? For a split second, Mira wanted to vomit. More tears fell from her eyes as she looked at her helpless baby in the arms of this woman. 

She was suppose to be a mother and protect him. Yet…she herself felt helpless.

Then…Mira looked back with such anger in her eyes. “You disgusting bi––” Mira stopped and glanced at Joey, remembering to mind her words around him. “––piece of trash! I’d run you over in a second!” She balled her fists until her knuckles turned white and took a single step forward.

Child’s limb. That more than anything else has Ulric reacting, taking a step closer when Mira does.

Right now the only thought he can manage is of keeping his son safe, something he couldn’t do at this distance.

“We both would,” he promises, words hissed out between clenched teeth.

Visibly bristling at their approach, she stood her ground and wagged a finger at them. The pair were confronted by snapping jaws and rolling red slitted eyes at the ends of her lengthy pigtails.

“Naughtyyy. You see that’s how you end up with a baby with no legs. Now you will be quiet and answer my questions. Make your acts of bravado on your own time. Are we clear? Or do you want to test me further?”

And then she wanted to vomit again.

Trying to shut herself up as best she could, Mira kept sputtering out some sobs as she looked at their baby boy. Her hand twitched, wanting to reach out for him. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t or else…or else he could possibly die right there in front of them.

One moment she was watching him play and making him breakfast; the next, she was watching him be held captive in the arms of a stranger. Mira was suppose to protect him. How could she let something like this happen?

Mira’s legs were starting to feel weak, but she tried to ignore the feeling. She needed to be strong. 

Trembling, Mira sniffled and slowly looked at the ground. “W…we’re clear.” she answered lowly and quietly.