La Petite Mort [M]

[Nolan Walsh]

Nolan was ever so pleased that he was now not entirely ignorant as to what was happening. There was a brief moment of pride in his heart that he could have caused such a thing (not that he hadn't before, but it was always shocking to him) and he gave her a smile that was not entirely innocent in relaying his smugness. He still wasn't entirely certain how that had caused her to faint - he had no idea how such things worked in women aside from the general ideas of what to do to cause it. He was, of course, still quite worried because she had fainted but there was a sigh of relief escaping him.

"Oh...I worried it was something terrible for a moment!" There was a slight nervous chuckle to his voice because if she didn't know what that was then that meant he'd have to fill in the blanks and could he really say in as many words? Probably not. It'd been awkward enough working up the nerves to even have her over to his home, in his bed, doing that. He was certain his face would just explode with the force of his blushed cheeks if he had to tell her what that was that she was feeling!

  

[Cassandra Trelawney I]

The smugly satisfied look on Nolan's face indicated that this was supposed to happen, whatever it was. Still trembling from the sensation, Cass reached up for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and twining her fingers in his hair.

"Does that happen ... often? With ... this?" she asked tentatively. She didn't need a name for it, but she did want to know a little. It seemed that Nolan was pleased with it happening, whatever it was; Cassandra wasn't sure what that meant. She wasn't sure of much, as the only practical knowledge she had of this came from her two experiences giving herself to Nolan.

She already knew which she preferred; apparently this was not something that was ideally hurried.

"I had no idea this could feel so ..." she trailed off and shook her head lightly, unable to really express the way it felt. All she knew was that afterward she felt utterly relaxed, as though her bones had turned to jelly.

  

[Nolan Walsh]

Oh Merlin how did he answer that? Aside from Cassandra herself, he'd only ever been with one woman. So he cleared his throat nervously, trying to think of how to word it even though he also didn't really know if it was typical or anything. "I...suppose? If...things are done properly..." His words were hesitant because really anything at all he knew about it his wife had taught him and he really didn't want to think about her. Not when Cassandra was there with him, looking so beautiful as she always did. Maybe if he just smiled at her she'd let the whole issue drop and they could just lie together and not talk about it.

But that was unfair. For she obviously had never experienced that before. And she deserved to have questions answered but...he couldn't just talk about it! He couldn't! Even worse, it would be too closely related to Elizabeth for him to want to talk about it as she was the person who'd ever told him anything about it. Nolan wondered if he would be granted the reprieve of fainting for a moment but he knew it wouldn't happen. But if it had then it would be so much easier to ignore the topic all together.

  

[Cassandra Trelawney I]

Cassandra just nodded; she wasn't sure she could really process much more about what had occurred than what she'd already been told. She ran her fingers over Nolan's cheeks lightly, then pressed her lips against his.

"I love you," she said softly. In that moment, she was convinced that nothing could go wrong. The divorce would go through and they would be together, married properly, before the baby came. Life looked good.