Hope and Seth sat in front of a blazing fire… the fireplace lighting the dark room. Not a word had been spoken, and beyond the wind blowing outside, and the crack of the flames; silence hung in the air. Hope leaned onto Seth's shoulder, and his arm was raised onto the couch behind her. They barely touched, as they sat.

It was almost awkward… this kind of date wasn’t their thing normally. Off to the side, their toys and vials and ropes sat, unused. Put away and starting to gather dust. Save for the longing reminiscing they both did when the other wasn't around. They both longed for the primal passionate play that led them to this.

Neither of them would have wanted to spend an evening cuddling on the couch.

But as Hope's stomach swelled with life, it brought out new parts of both of them they hadn't expected.

She nuzzled into Seth's shoulder, sniffing in his masculine musk and the leathery smell of his vest. Releasing a happy sigh. “Thank you Seth… I know this isn’t your idea of a good time…”

He turned his gaze to her, slowly tracing his gloved hand down her figure to the swollen midsection pushing out from her tiny lithe frame. A smile didn't cross his lips, that sadistic grin of his becoming a memory. But he finally lowered his arm to touch her. Wrapping a protective arm around her waist, gingerly rubbing the swollen middle. “Whatever…”

She couldn’t help but smile…. it wasn’t much…. but it was more than she expected of her sadistic boyfriend.

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A different sort of fluffy piece.

What would it take for Seth and Hope to stop being crazy sadomasochists? Becoming parents I think!

Even if they didn't keep the baby, it'd change some part of them. And in some universes... for the better!