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Against the Wind - Chapter 7 - Zasha fic

Please be warned this chapter contains NC17 stuff.

Rasha sighed and looked down at her paper.  They were going to make a list of their top 5 girls names and top 5 boys names and she watched as Zoe started scribbling down names.  She wanted names with MEANING and refused to give any hipster names to their child.  Carefully she wrote three boys names that were Arabic and three English names before doing the same for girls.  Turning to Zoe, she smiled and nodded.  Zoe flipped her paper over and they compared their names.  “How about we do for boys an English first name and an Arabic middle name and the reverse for the girls.”  Zoe suggested.  Smiling, Rasha nodded as they compared the names and circled two on the boy’s list and two on the girl’s.  One thing done.  Sighing, Rasha leaned back against the couch and rested her head on Zoe’s shoulder.  At times she felt completely ready for their adventure into parenthood, but other times she felt terrified and totally unprepared.  Zoe’s hand drew nonsensical designs on her leg as they cuddled on the couch watching TV.

“Zo?”  Rasha asked softly, her voice catching in her throat.

“Mmm hmm?”  Zoe turned and looked at Rasha, softly brushed away a few stray curls.  “What’s wrong?”

Reaching over, Rasha paused their show before looking at Zoe.  “Do you think that our child will be made fun of?  Because they have two moms?  What if the donor lied and he’s actually a serial killer?  What if I’m a terrible mother?  What if -”  She was cut off by Zoe’s lips who kissed her until she stopped talking.

“Rasha,”  Zoe said softly, pulling away with a smile.  “Our child is wanted and loved, which already gives them a head start in life.”  Taking Rasha’s hands, she squeezed them gently.  “And you will be an incredible mother.  You already are.”

Rasha frowned and shifted so she could look at her wife.  “And so are you.  Do not put yourself down, Zoe.  You will be an incredible mother.”  She took Zoe’s hands and placed them on her abdomen and smiled.  The kicks were getting stronger, and they were able to start to decipher some of the movements.  “Our baby will be lucky to have you as a mom.”  Rasha leaned over and kissed Zoe gently before sitting back.  Now that she was in her second trimester, Rasha could see what other women were talking about when they talked about feeling sexy and beautiful.  She had energy, she had stopped feeling sick and the hormones rushing through her veins made her more and more aroused.  Sitting up, Rasha moved so she was straddling Zoe’s lap and she leaned forward, pressing her body against her wife’s.  Leaning forward as best she could, Rasha captured Zoe’s lips in hers.  She rocked softly, her hands on her wife’s sides until she pulled away.  Looking down at her wife, she swallowed a grin seeing the look on Zoe’s face.  The other woman was leaning back against the couch, a silly smile on her lips, her dark eyes closed.  “Okay, well...I think I am going to go up to our room…”  Rasha said climbing off of Zoe and and straightening her shirt.

“But…”  Zoe’s eyes flew open and she watched her wife.  “I was ENJOYING that.”  

Eyebrows arching, Rasha glanced over her shoulder at Zoe and smiled.  “You can join me.”

Zoe sat and watched Rasha walk and she grinned as her wife sauntered away.  She was quickly on her feet following Rasha up the stairs.  There was a gentle playfulness between Zoe and Rasha, there always had been.  From the time they got together, their first planned date, there was a softness.  Zoe remembered their “scheme” that happened with Goldi for their first date.  The laughing, the touching, the hand holding.  They still had that, after all their years of being a couple and being married.

“You’re hot.”

Rasha laughed softly and spun around, arms wrapping around Zoe’s neck.  “You should see my wife, she is hotter.”

“Not possible.”  Zoe replied as they tumbled to the bed, making sure that she held herself up as they fell.  “Because you are the hottest person I know.” 

 Sitting up on her knees, Zoe smiled down at Rasha.  “Are you in the mood for the strap on?”  Zoe asked running her fingers down Rasha’s side.  Zoe knew that penetration wasn’t Rasha’s favourite way to get off, so it wasn’t an every time thing that they did, but Rasha also knew how much Zoe enjoyed it.  While it wasn’t Rasha’s favourite thing, she loved the closeness it brought the two of them, and they hadn’t gotten the chance to use their new strap on - with attachments.

“Mmm hmmm.”  Rasha hummed.  “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight tomorrow.”  She said stripping off her shirt.  Zoe swallowed hard and stared at her wife before moving off the bed to their closet.  Rasha couldn’t help but giggle as Zoe stumbled in her haste.  Removing her bra, Rasha exhaled softly in relief as her breasts were freed.  Since the beginning of her pregnancy her breasts had almost doubled in size and while she understood the purpose, she now also understood the complaining Yael did.  Her yoga pants got tossed to the side but she left her underwear on as she watched her wife.

  Zoe opened the box and pulled out the strap on, the dildo, and the attachment.  Walking back to the bed, she gave Rasha a grin and reached out, gently caressing her wife’s breast.  

“I think you are a little overdressed.”  Rasha commented with a smirk as Zoe was still wearing her clothes from work.  Reaching around, Rasha pulled Zoe’s shirt over her head and gently unclipped her bra.  God, her wife was beautiful.  Rasha smiled and leaned forward, kissing Zoe gently.  They had ordered the strapon from their favourite store but still hadn’t had the chance to use it.  Zoe shimmied out of her pants and panties and looked at Rasha with a thinly veiled desire.  

“You’re SURE?”  Zoe asked as she sat down on the bed and started pulling out the pieces.  “And like...it won’t hurt the baby or anything?”

Crawling over, Rasha gave Zoe a deep kiss, her hands cupping Zoe’s face.  “I am positive, darling.  I want this.  And the baby is safe, he or she will think that they’re on a rollercoaster or a waterbed.”  She smiled and pressed Zoe’s hands to her abdomen.  “But right now, I want you.”  Wrapping her arms around her wife, Rasha lowered them to the bed, their lips connected.  She sat back and started to kiss down Zoe’s body, leaving a path of fire in their wake.  Encircling her nipples, Rasha bit down gently, illicting a soft moan from Zoe.  She kissed under her breasts across her ribcage and down her flat stomach, her tongue dipping into Zoe’s naval.  Rasha pressed her lips over Zoe’s hips, her fingers softly trailing behind her lips.  Kissing over Zoe’s pubic bone, she glanced up at her wife.  God, she was beautiful.  Zoe’s eyes were half closed, her dark eyes shining with lust, hands reaching down and tangling in her wife’s curls.  Resuming her earlier exploration, Rasha spread her wife with her fingers, kissing over her mound.  They had other strapons, but this one was different because it had an internal attachment, a dildo for the wearer as well.  They had experimented enough to know that this was something they both wanted.  Kissing softly over Zoe’s clit, Rasha slid a finger inside her wife softly as she moved her tongue gently.  Zoe’s body arched and writhed as Rasha’s tongue and fingers sped up, soft moans spilling from Zoe’s lips, tangling her fingers in Rasha’s hair and tugging softly.  Rasha ignored her and gently took her wife’s clit between her lips and sucked, her fingers pistoning in and out of Zoe’s tight channel.  It didn’t take long before Zoe’s body clenched tightly and her juices spilled out.  Rasha licked her down softly from her orgasm and gave her a soft smile.  Sitting up, Rasha crawled up beside Zoe and kissed her softly.  Zoe opened her eyes and gave Rasha a grin.  “You’re incorrigible.”

Rasha shrugged and licked her fingers clean with a smirk.

Once her heart rate went back to normal, Zoe got up on her knees and grabbed the harness and looked down at Rasha.  Rasha greedily grabbed the smaller dildo and stuck it in her mouth, glancing at Zoe through thick lashes.  That woman was going to be the death of her, watching as her wife’s beautiful lips moved over the latex cock.  Once the cock was dripping, Rasha handed it back to Zoe with an innocent smile and helped her attach it to the harness.  Holding the harness, Rasha rubbed the cock gently against Zoe’s opening, her eyes glued to her wife’s face.  She pushed gently, watching as her wife’s body swallowed the toy.  Pushing until it was snug with Zoe’s body, she grinned and kissed her deeply.  “That is so sexy.”  She whispered against Zoe’s mouth.  Pulling away she helped Zoe into the harness, making sure to connect the internal dildo before clipping the other one in place.  Zoe wearing the strap on wasn’t her playing a role of a man.  She wasn’t replacing something missing in their relationship.  Sex with the strap on was something that they both enjoyed, Zoe enjoyed pleasuring Rasha, knowing that she was the only one to do that.  She enjoyed the power she felt wearing the strap on.  Rasha enjoyed the penetration, but she also enjoyed wild abandon and freedom Zoe had when she wore the strap on.  

Rasha sat back on her knees and stared at Zoe who was adjusting the straps.  Her wife was the most beautiful woman on the planet, hands down.  Zoe reached over and grabbed the lube and squirted some on before looking back at Rasha.  Rasha pressed her hands against Zoe’s shoulders and pushed her back against the bed gently before straddling her wife.  

“Go slow.”  Zoe warned as she watched Rasha reach behind herself and rub the dildo against her entrance.  Her warning fell on deaf ears as Rasha lowered herself down with a quick and heavy thud.  Her eyes closed and she stilled momentarily, allowing her body a chance to adjust.  Rasha started to move her body slowly, bracing herself on Zoe’s hips.  A low moan slipped from her lips as she started to bounce.  Zoe watched her wife, her eyes huge as her hips raised with each thrust.  Every downward motion of her wife against her body moved the toy inside her body.  Reaching up, Zoe toyed with her wife’s heavy breasts, her thumbs rubbing over her nipples.  She still couldn’t believe the changes that were happening to her wife’s body.  Her straight hips had filled out, her breasts had swelled and grown, her abdomen was round and still growing.  She was so beautiful.  

Zoe’s speed picked up, Rasha leaning forward as best she could to kiss her wife.  The kiss was short and Rasha pulled away with the sound of frustration and she quickened her pace.  “Baby in the way.”  She complained.

“I wish I could feel you around me.”  Zoe moaned, one hand snaking down between Rasha’s legs and toying with her clit.  She watched her wife as her rhythm faltered and a groan erupted from her lips.  Zoes fingers were already wet with Rasha’s juices as she rubbed against her wife’s clit.  Rasha bounced, her speed increasing as she desperately reached for her finish.  Zoe’s hips met Rasha’s movements and she watched the second her wife fell apart.  Rasha’s body tensed, her head thrown back, a primal moan torn from her chest.  Zoe pulled her fingers away, knowing that her wife would be ultra sensitive, moving her hands to Rasha’s hips to make sure she didn’t fall.  

Rasha rocked and quaked, her legs shaking as her orgasm washed through her body.  Panting, she leaned forward and tried to catch her breath, her body still clenching around the rubber toy.  After a few long minutes, Zoe squeezed Rasha’s hips gently and gave her a smile.  “You okay?” A smile crossed Rasha’s face and she blinked a few times before nodding.  “Mmm hmm.”  Leaning down, she kissed Zoe softly before sitting back up slowly.  “I am great,”  She said slowly moving off of Zoe.  “But you did not cum.”  She accused Zoe, sitting up.  “And I am feeling greedy.”  Getting on her knees, she readjusted some pillows underneath herself and looked at Zoe.  “You did promise to fuck me into the mattress.”Sentences like that should not come out of someone that looked like Rasha.  She was so sweet and innocent looking, but Zoe knew the truth about her wife.  Yes, she was beautiful, yes she was sweet, but innocent was not an adjective that Rasha would use to describe her anymore.  The woman was a beautiful specimen with a wonderful heart and soul, but she was debauched and kinky as all hell.  Not that Zoe had a problem with it.

“ I guess  I can oblige.”  Zoe said with a laugh as she got to her knees behind her wife and pressed a few kisses along her spine.  “Let me know when you’re ready, beautiful.”  She reached down and rubbed her wife’s belly softly before reaching over to toy with her breasts.  

Rasha leaned forward on her elbows and spread her legs, giving Zoe more room.  After a few moments, Zoe moved her hands back to Rasha’s hips, though her fingers came back sticky.  Zoe knew that Rasha was still somewhat self conscious about the changes in her body, despite Zoe telling her otherwise so she didn’t say anything about it. “Ready whenever you are.”  Rasha said glancing over her shoulder with a smile that fell as soon as she felt the blunt head rub against her entrance.  Zoe pressed into her wife until she was flush against her thighs and pressed a few soft kisses against her shoulder.  Her thrusts were strong and calculated, the hilt of the strapon hitting her clit with every movement and sending the toy in and out of her body.  She watched as Rasha’s arms gave out and she rested heavily on her forearms.  “Fuck.”  Her wife hissed, her hips shaking under Zoe’s touch.  It didn’t take long, a few more thrusts, before Zoe felt her orgasm approach.  Reaching under Rasha, she rubbed her swollen clit furiously feeling her wife’s body tense and shake.  Zoe gave another few feeble thrusts before her orgasm washed over her.  Her body clenched over and over again around the toy, the fire running through her veins.  Rasha shuddered, her body bucking along with her wife.  Finally, Zoe laid against Rasha’s back, panting hard.  “W-Was that good enough?”  She stammered, pressing kisses to Rasha’s back. All she got back was a loud giggle and a bright smile shot over her wife’s shoulder.

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Against the Wind - Chapter 5 - Zasha fic

Well here is chapter 5.   CHapter 6 is in the works!

It felt like a flutter, barely even a twinge that made Rasha’s stomach flip.  Her heart stopped in her chest and she stared down at her abdomen.  Zoe glanced over at her wife and slid closer, wrapping her arm around her shoulders.  “What’s wrong?”  She asked softly, watching her wife. Frowning, Rasha slid her hands under her shirt and stared at her abdomen as she felt the same flutter.  “I think … I just felt the baby move.”  She said softly.  Grabbing Zoe’s hand, she placed it on her abdomen and moved it around softly until she felt the motion again.  She looked expectantly at Zoe, feeling her fingers tighten slightly.  “Do you feel it?” Zoe nodded and kept her hand glued to her wife’s abdomen.  “Yeah.  Are you sure it’s the baby kicking and not just gas?”   Rasha raised her eyebrows and pushed Zoe’s hand away.  “It’s whatever, Zo.”  Sitting cross legged on the couch, she grabbed her laptop and started to type.  Feeling Zoe shift towards her, she moved her away with her leg.  “Stop.  I’m reading.”  She muttered.  “And we have an appointment tomorrow at the OB.”  Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, but she staunchly avoided her wife’s stare and advances.   “Rasha,”  Zoe coaxed softly.  “I’m sorry.  I’ve never done this before.  I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.” “Neither have I.”  Rasha snapped, shutting her laptop and looking at her wife.  “But I would appreciate it if you would respect my instincts on this.”  She said wiping her eyes roughly.   Zoe sighed heavily and slowly reached out and took her wife’s hands.  “I’m sorry.”  She whispered.  Her fingers gently reached out and brushed over Rasha’s abdomen.  She felt a few other small twitches before looking back at her wife.  “And I know you have an appointment tomorrow ...I’d like to come if I’m still allowed.” Frowning, Rasha looked down at Zoe’s hand and then back at her wife. “Of course.”  She whispered softly.  A sigh fell from her lips and she took her wife’s hand and kissed her palm . “I am going to go swimming.”  Feeling Zoe start to rise, she shook her head.  “Alone.  I need some space to clear my thoughts, okay Zo?  I will be back in a few hours, I promise.”  She gave Zoe a small smile.  “Remember how we said we would never go to bed angry?  Right now, I need to work out my thoughts.”  Heading upstairs, Rasha tossed her stuff into a bag before leaving for the gym.  The pool was her safe space.  Changing into her black one piece, she pulled on a swimming cap, her goggles and her waterproof ipod and headed to the water.  Swimming was soothing, the rhythm in the water calmed her as she did 30 laps, then 40, then 50.  Once she hit 1500 m she stopped and pulled herself to the edge.  She wasn’t angry anymore, that emotion replaced with exhaustion.  Taking a quick shower, she changed back to her clothes and drove home.  She was unsurprised, seeing the driveway empty.  They rarely fought, but when they did it was usually a battle.  Both her and Zoe were emotional people and they learned that they needed their space in arguments.  English, no matter how well she spoke it, was still Rasha’s third language, and having oceans of hormones running through her veins didn’t help the matter. Opening the door, Rasha spotted a note on the island in Zoe’s scrawl.  Getting food.  Be back soon.  Happy that she didn’t have to cook, Rasha hung up her towel and swimsuit before heading down the stairs  She almost reached the landing when a wave of lightheadedness washed over her. She stumbled -- catching herself before she crashed to the floor, she felt her feet hit the hardwood before her body crumpled.

Despite being so tiny, Zoe knew that food was a usual way to Rasha’s heart.  Picking up some Chinese food, she headed back, relieved to see Rasha’s car in the driveway.  Her keys jingled as she made her way up the driveway and up the three steps into their home.  Rasha’s shoes were there, but she didn’t see her wife curled up on her normal armchair.  Shrugging, she headed to the kitchen and placed their food on the counter.  It wasn’t until she turned that she caught a glimpse of Rasha’s leg in the corner of her eye.  Zoe rushed to her wife, falling to her knees in front of her.  The other woman’s chest was rising and falling and once Zoe touched her, she heard a soft moan spill from Rasha’s lips.   “Rasha, baby, are you okay?”  Zoe whispered, watching as Rasha gingerly sat up and rubbed her elbow.   “Yeah.”  Rasha mumbled softly.  “I...I got very dizzy.”  She noticed Zoe’s concerned look and gave her a gentle smile.  “I was not far from the ground.  I was on the bottom stair when I…”  Frustration furrowed her brow and she looked to Zoe.  It was something she did unconsciously, look towards her wife when she couldn’t find the words she needed.   “Passed out.”  Zoe filled in, helping Rasha to her feet.  “Come.  Sit.”  She ordered gently, leading Rasha to the family room and helping her into her chair.  “When was the last time you ate?”  Zoe sat on the footstool in front of Rasha, taking her hands.   Rasha’s forehead crinkled as she thought back and her face started to flush.  Zoe felt a wave of relief that was followed quickly by anger.  “You didn’t eat today?”  She asked, her voice steady and calm, though her hands started to shake. “I did.  I had breakfast with you and I had some lunch at work.”  Rasha replied stretching out her body.  “And we were planning on having supper, correct?”  Leaning forward, Rasha rested her elbows on her knees and looked at her wife.  “I am fine, Zo.  All I have is a bump on my elbow.”  Her eyes searched Zoe’s face and gave her a small half smile.  “Okay?” “Fine.”  Zoe exhaled, her breath shaky.  “I got us burrito bowls from Chipotle.  Sofritas, brown rice, black beans, extra veggies, three salsas and guacamole for you.”  Leaning forward, Zoe pressed a soft kiss on Rasha’s lips.  “Come on.  Let’s go eat.” Getting up, Rasha gave Zoe a smile and tucked herself against her wife’s side.  They walked back to the kitchen and Rasha opened her burrito bowl.  Instead of moving the food around on her plate like she was prone to do, Rasha took a forkful and brought it to her lips.  “See, eating.”  She tried to reassure her wife.   Zoe nodded and opened her own meal.  “Sorry, I’m just...scared.  I don’t want to screw up our baby like I was screwed up.” “I know.”  Rasha shrugged and nudged Zoe’s leg with her foot.  “It is terrifying, thinking of everything that could go wrong, instead, we should just think of everything that is going to be right.”  She waited for Zoe to look at her.  “Once we are done, I want to show you something.”  They ate in silence, something that was normal and comforting.  There was no need for unnecessary chatter, the silence dotted with smiles and heavy looks.  Rasha finished most of her meal and headed to the family room and pulled out her laptop and waited.  Once Zoe came over, she moved and made space for her wife. “I am almost 18 weeks pregnant.”  She said seriously.  “Your fetus is the size of a pomegranate.”  She read slowly.  Looking up at Zoe she smiled.  “Maybe we should find a filler name for the baby instead of calling it...it.  Or the baby.”  Pressing her lips to Zoe’s temple, she wrapped her arms around her wife.  “Right now we are on track.  And see - right here - it talks about dizziness.”  It also talked about other things that made Rasha blush, like increased body fluids and other pains.  She watched as Zoe relaxed and she gave her wife a smile.  “See, normal.” After listening to their OBGYN’s instructions, they had booked numerous ultrasounds because of Rasha’s history, but everything so far was moving along as it should.  “We can ask about it tomorrow if it will make you feel better.” Zoe shook her head and wrapped her arms around Rasha’s neck.  “No, I believe you.”  She exhaled loudly and just rested against her wife.  “I’m sorry.” “It is fine.  We are both new to this, Zo.  We will have to learn together, but I am sure that you will have to calm me down...a lot.”  Rasha said with a soft smile.  “This is new, and we are going to make mistakes, but the biggest thing is that we...we make sure that we work together.”  She gave Zoe a half smile and cuddled against her.  Taking Zoe’s hand, she pressed it against her abdomen.  The flutters were back and Rasha smiled.  “See, the baby is fine.”  She stared at Zoe who seemed to be lost in her own world. “Peanut.” Blinking repeatedly, Rasha tried to figure out where the word fit into their conversation, but she quickly gave up.  “Peanut?” Zoe grinned and nodded.  “For the baby.  Peanut, until we figure out names.” Looking down at her abdomen, Rasha nodded.  “Peanut.”