Copyright © 2020 Tessa Void. All rights reserved.
When a college girl who’s several months pregnant shows up on Rory’s doorstep claiming that he’s the one who did the deed—but in the future—he doesn’t see much choice but to let her in and explain herself. He never expected to be entangled in her time travel…
Ma/Fa, Coercion, Consensual, Reluctant, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Science Fiction, Time Travel, First, Lactation, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Safe Sex
Prologue: March 9, 2002
Chapter One: January 10, 2004
Chapter Two: April 3, 2004
Chapter Three: May 24, 2004
Chapter Four: June 17, 2004
Chapter Five: August 22, 2004
Chapter Six: November 20, 2004
Chapter Seven: December 1, 2004
Chapter Eight: February 18, 2006
Chapter Nine: May 13, 2006
Chapter Ten: May 14, 2006
Chapter Eleven: June 1, 2006
Chapter Twelve: June 24, 2006
Chapter Thirteen: July 25, 2006
Chapter Fourteen: August 10, 2006
Chapter Fifteen: January 21, 2012
Chapter Sixteen: February 3, 2012
Chapter Seventeen: June 23, 2012
Chapter Eighteen: August 26, 2012
Chapter Nineteen: October 25, 2002
Epilogue: September 14, 2014
The first time Rory Daniels met Megan Green, he didn’t even realize it at all. It was 2002, his senior year of college, and he was out walking through the streets near campus where various restaurants and shops were populated.
As he was waiting for a traffic signal to change so he could cross the street, he saw a woman walking towards him from the cross-street sidewalk of the block. She was pushing a twin stroller, two young children in it, with other children on either side, at what he gathered were normal age gaps. The oldest was probably about eight or nine.
He kept looking as they grew closer, and he found that something about the children’s faces seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. And the woman—who looked to be in her mid-thirties—looked at him, cocking her head to the side, as though confused at something.
She looked at her watch—a very black affair–and as she did so, Rory turned to check on the status of the signals. When he looked back, she and the kids were gone. He blinked a couple of times, confused. Had he just imagined things?
He looked back, and the traffic signal had changed, so he kept walking, and soon had mostly forgotten about the incident.
It wasn’t until years later when his wife and darling four children—the youngest two twins—got themselves together for a nice stroll through the streets that their outfits triggered his memory, and he finally figured out what had happened.
The next time Rory Daniels met Megan Green was in 2004, after he had graduated and gotten a job near the college campus he had attended. On an early Saturday in January, he had the house to himself, which he took advantage of by making some snacks and settling down to watch some sports.
The game had just gotten started when there was a knock at the door. He ignored it at first, more interested in the action on the screen.
There was another knock, then another. He was dismayed to miss some of the game—wishing whoever it was could wait for a commercial break—but the knocking was insistent, so with a groan he got out of his couch to oblige it.
When he opened the door he was very surprised to see a young woman there, thoroughly incensed and several months pregnant. She appeared to be a college student still—he’d guess probably a few years younger than him—with shoulder-length brown hair. She wore a long-sleeve red shirt and jeans that were unbuttoned with a pregnancy extender. As far as he knew, he’d never seen her before in his life.
“Uh, hello?” he asked, thoroughly confused.
“About time!” she said angrily, stepping up into his face. “What took you so long? I’ve already walked halfway across town and you make me wait on your doorstep?”
He looked at her, thoroughly confused, and taking a step back into the house. “Do I…know you?”
That did very little to reduce the firebrand he had on his hands. “Know me? You’re the one who gave me this!” She pointed at her nicely-developed belly. He guessed four or five months along.
“What?” he asked, taken aback. “I’ve never seen you before in my life!”
That seemed to cut through her fog of rage for just a moment, and her face softened. “Wait a moment,” she said, glancing down at her wrist where there was, in fact, no watch there, before looking back at him. “What’s the date?”
“Uh…” he thought a moment. “January tenth?” What a weird question!
“No, the year!” Even weirder.
“Uh…2004,” he replied, having to think a moment because it had recently changed. He was still baffled. “Is this—“
“Fuck!” she exclaimed loudly, shaking her head as she brought up a hand to rub her forehead. “Okay, sorry, let me back up a moment. I know this is probably weird, but can I come in? I can explain, I promise.”
Rory thought about it for a few moments. On one hand, he seemed to have a crazy college student on his hands, and he really wanted to get back to watching sports. On the other, he wanted to hear her explanation, and knew she wouldn’t leave until he did.
Curiosity won, and he opened the door further, stepping in and gesturing for her to do so. She did, looking around, her gaze lingering for an extra minute on the wall as though expecting something to hang there. “God, I forgot how much this place was a bachelor pad. Hey, does Doctor Williams still live here?”
He blinked. How the hell did she know—
“You know, Doctor Tyrone Williams? Tall black guy you roomed with at one point when he was finishing out his physics doctorate? Ends up being best man at our wedding, possibly even winning a Nobel prize and…” She paused, looking at him, and cocked her head. “Okay, sorry, you haven’t met me yet, have you?”
“Can you…start at the beginning?” he asked, mostly just confused. “If I haven’t met you, how is the baby mine? How are you so sure?”
“It’s yours because you fucked me and knocked me up,” she said, then shook her head. “Okay, from your perspective, you will fuck me and knock me up. Will have fucked me? Oh, I can never keep it straight!”
Rory paused, still feeling utterly steamrolled by this girl who was a full head shorter than him talking a mile a minute and not making any sense. “Uh…”
“Right, first time. There’s a first time for anything. Okay, so, I’m from the future. Or, your future.” She rolled her eyes into her head, as though doing some mental math. “Yeah, definitely your future, and also mine, if it’s January 2004. You haven’t knocked me up yet, physical evidence notwithstanding.”
“Yeah. In—goddess what is it, ten months or so?—in November 2004, there’s going to be an accident at the university where timey-wimey something or the other happens and I become unstuck in time. Wait, sorry, has Doctor Who done the timey-wimey episode yet? That was what, Tennant? He was the best until Whittaker, but this early, I don’t even know if they’ve even done the revival yet aaaaaaaand you have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about at all do you?”
“I don’t think so?” he said, his head spinning. “And wait, accident?”
“I’m getting tired of standing, what with the being all knocked up thanks to you not having had your vasectomy yet, so do you mind if we maybe sit down?” Without waiting for his response, she ambled over and plopped down on the chair, realizing that there was a game on. “Oh hey, is this the one you told me about, where it’s a nail-biter game that goes into like double overtime or something, before the underdog team does an amazing play to win the game that shocks everyone or something like that? Some sort of last-minute interception or something?”
Seeing his continuing-to-be-befuddled expression, she rolled her eyes at herself. “Right, spoilers. And I bet you don’t get that reference yet, either. Goddess! I knew this was coming eventually, I just was hoping it wasn’t quite at this time when I was this horny and…” She shook her head again.
In a bit of a daze, Rory walked over and sat on the couch, sinking into the cushions. “Double overtime?”
“Yeah, just wait and see. Anyways, we’re going to have to have sex before I leave, so take your time.”
That got his attention. “What?”
She rolled her eyes. “Side effect of the accident. Eventually they’ll figure out a thing to stablize me so I don’t time travel as much, but that’ll come once I’m preggo with the twins, I think your future self told me at some point?” Another head shake. “I can never remember.”
“No really,” he said, his voice very small. “Can you please start at the beginning again, and slow down?”
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. “Sorry. Part of the problem with time-traveling is that you start to forget who knows what when.”
He folded his hands together in a tent, and tilted them to point the tent at her. “Yeah, see, that’s where I’m still getting stuck. Time travel?”
“No, unstuck,” she said, grinning at him. “Oof.” She laid a hand on her belly. “He’s kicking right now, do you want to feel?”
“I’ll uh…pass, I think?” He was getting very weirded out by this, and started wondering if this was actually a giant prank. Tyrone wasn’t the sort of guy to do this sort of thing, though.
“No, you don’t get to pass, not with this baby you saddled me with,” she said, pushing herself out of the chair. “Here, let me come to you.” She ambled over to the couch and sat down next to him, leaning into him, like it was a very usual thing for them to cuddle on the couch. “God, no wonder you got rid of—uh, get rid of? Will get rid of? Whatever—this thing; it’s not comfortable at all. Anyways, you need to feel.” Without ceremony she reached over and grabbed one of his hands, and before he could react she had it pressed against her belly.
There were definite kicks, and he felt a shiver go up his spine. She was so warm! “So, unstuck?”
“Yes, okay. From the beginning. You were born on April first, nineteen eighty, so you’re what, going to turn twenty-four this year?”
“Mmhmm,” he said, nodding.
“And I was born on September second, nineteen eighty-three. Right now I’m a sophomore in college, right over there,” she waved in the direction of the college campus. “Well, okay, no.” She pointed at herself. “Right now I am a senior in college, but my past self—which is actually the still-stuck-in-time version of my self—is a sophomore in college right over there. With me so far?”
“No, but keep going,” he said, shaking his head. She let go of his hand, and he pulled it back from her belly.
She laughed. “Some things never change. Anyway, later this year—mid-November, but I can’t tell you the date just in case you try to break causality and avoid it—there’s going to be an accident at the university. Something in a physics lab, but they’ll call it a boiler explosion. From what I understand, it causes some sort of chroniton flux. And I have these things Doctor Williams calls time mites in my body that interact with that flux in some weird way that causes me to sometimes randomly jump around in time. Unstuck.”
“Time mites?” He nodded, still trying to keep up, really trying to determine if this was a giant prank or not. Meanwhile on the TV, the momentum in the game had shifted once again as the two teams continued to play. It looked like an exciting game, but he was only able to halfway pay attention.
She waved her hand. “I’m not the scientist, that’s Doctor Williams’ job. I do know I didn’t have them in high school because in the future I got a period blood sample from my past self—well, okay, I can’t actually meet my past self without causing all of space-time to collapse, so I had to go through the trash which was not fun let me tell you, and is still super gross—and brought it back to the future where they figured that out—but I had them when the Accident happened so I had to get them sometime in-between. Doctor Williams says you gave them to me, probably because I gave them to you.”
“Isn’t that a—“
“Ontological paradox? Yeah, I don’t know, especially as you’re not unstuck in time. Time travel’s weird. Anyway.”
He kept glancing between her and the TV, continuing to watch the game’s momentum shifting. “Uh-huh.”
“So this jumping to some other point in time is really weird, because I can’t control it; I can be in the middle of doing almost anything. Like this time, I was in 2006, looking up some old newspaper articles at the library about a local triple murder, and then was walking back to my dorm during an unseasonably warm day when pop, I got unstuck and here I am in 2004.” She said, snapping her fingers as she described getting unstuck. “And what’s even weirder about the whole thing is that the only way to un-trigger it and for me to go back to my original time is for me to have an orgasm.”
“An orgasm.” He was very skeptical, looking over at her to show it on his face.
“Yeah, I don’t know why—something with how the time mites interact with the brain or something like that. Anyways, after having an orgasm, somewhere between five to sixty minutes later—after the last orgasm if I have several, it turns out—I pop back to my original time, no harm no foul.” She put a hand on his thigh. “So we usually just solve this by having sex, and then I pop back after a while.”
He pulled away from her, sliding into the corner of the couch. “Whoa, what do you mean by ‘usually’?” He really wondered if this was a prank.
“I mean, when I come by at least. I usually get unstuck in the dorms or whatever, and just deal with myself there. Same if I’m out shopping or something—that can get awkward, but I’ve learned to manage. And if I’m on my period, it really sucks, let me tell you.” She smirked, glancing down at her belly. “Hasn’t been a problem for a couple of months, though.”
“And we just…”
“Fuck? Yeah. You’re usually up for a quickie if nothing else.” She smiled at him, pulling a leg onto the couch to sit so she could face him. “This is the most reluctant I’ve ever seen you—but I guess you also just met me from your perspective, so that makes sense.” She sidled over. “But I am so freaking horny, and you always turn me on, so why don’t we just have a little fun?”
Her hand settled on his thigh again, and he wanted to pull back. “Uh…wait, are you sure?”
She laughed. “I mean, I can’t get any more pregnant than I already am, right?” Her hand crept up his thighs, making him tingle as it got to his belt buckle. She knew what she was doing, for sure, and her touch was starting to make him hard.
”But—“ he began.
“Nuh-uhn,” she said, shaking her head, unbuckling him with aplomb. “Usually when I get you it’s when you’re like, forty—and don’t get me wrong, you get really good at some things at that age—but I want to relish you when you’re young, too.” She began to tug at his pants. “Please?”
He wasn’t sure he bought her story in the slightest, but at a certain point he wasn’t going to argue with a girl who was throwing herself at him like this. He didn’t exactly have much luck in that department otherwise, and while he’d never really had a thing for pregnant women, the idea of having sex with one was…arousing. So he lifted himself off the couch just enough for her pulls to work, and his semi-hard cock popped out.
“Mmm,” she said with a smile, immediately reaching for it and beginning to stroke. She seemed to know what she was doing—it was very much the sort of thing he enjoyed, almost as though he’d already told her himself. “That’s a good baby daddy,” she said.
Then she leaned over and slid it into her mouth, and he gasped in surprise and pleasure. Her tongue was working miracles, and he very quickly was harder than he felt like he’d been in months.
She chuckled as she returned to just stroking. “You get hard a whole lot faster at this age; that’s really nice.” Then her mouth again, slobbering over his cock.
“Oh jeeze you’re good at that,” he moaned as her tongue did…something.
“You taught me,” she said as she came up for air. “It’ll be in like, a decade or something from your perspective, but you’ll keep me from cumming until I get it right. Which is fine—a girl’s gotta have skills—but you have no idea how much I needed that orgasm that you finally let me have.” She smiled at him. “Alright, I think you’re ready.”
“I need you in me, and I’m gonna be on top,” she said, climbing off the couch and gesturing for him to move over. He obliged her, sliding to the middle of the couch. She began to undress, pulling off her top, revealing that she definitely was several months pregnant, with breasts that looked maybe a little swollen, and nicely purple stretch marks. “Come on, push your pants down all the way,” she insisted.
He did so as she did the same to herself, taking her jeans off along with her panties, revealing a cute little bush between her legs. He could smell her arousal almost instantly, making his already-hard cock throb in anticipation.
She swung her head and flipped her hair back, then climbed onto him, straddling him on the couch. A hand went to his cock, stroking it a few more times, then aiming it at herself. She moved her hips a little, and suddenly he felt thoroughly enveloped by her, and she slid all the way down him in one smooth stroke. “Ohhhhh goddess yes I needed this,” she groaned.
“Oh wow,” he groaned back, her inner walls massaging him in ways he’d never really experienced. This wasn’t his first fuck, but it was his first good fuck. He let himself sink back in the couch—it worked well enough with her belly—and just enjoy the feeling.
She began to rock her hips, grinding up against him, her need apparent. “You feel so good in me, Rory,” she moaned, picking up the pace.
His hands found her hips, moving his own to match her thrusts, letting him slide in and out of her slick channel.
“No, touch my belly,” she said. “Feel the baby you put in me.” Her eyes were closed, her breathing became faster.
He slid his hands to her pregnant belly. Four months? Five? Six? He really didn’t have a good handle on timeline, but it felt warm and hard and round in his hands. The baby kicked again, which felt just a little weird, but he returned it with thrusting harder into her body. “You’re so sexy,” he told her, rubbing her.
She continued to grind, moaning louder and louder.
“I’m going to enjoy knocking you up,” he said, getting into it. Maybe it was all a prank, but he could play into the time travel aspect. And besides, if she was telling the truth—somehow—then the idea that he was going to get an even younger version of her at some point just turned him on more. And he’d still get to play with her this young even as he grew old?
“You are going to put so many babies in me,” she moaned. “I just can’t get enough of your cock.”
He continued to rub her pregnant belly, enjoying her body, skin against skin.
“Almost…” she breathed. She leaned forward, and he took the hint, pulling himself up—contorting just a little, given the positions—and kissing her. Their first kiss—at least, from his perspective.
She ground harder, and he thrust a few more times, and he felt the bubbling in his balls moments before she broke the kiss and pushed her hips hard onto him, and his hands held tight to her hips as he throbbed over and over again, filling her with cum. “Unnnghhhh!” he grunted as wave after wave of sperm filled her.
It was enough to push her over the edge, and her breath caught for just a moment before she let out a loud groan. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm intense and full.
They both panted as the glow of orgasm faded, and she smiled down at him, happy and content. “Thank you, love,” she said. “You have no idea how much I needed that in general, much less to get back to my time.”
“Uh…anytime,” he said, not really sure what else to say. She stayed on him, rocking gently as he started to go soft. Something started to nag at him, though, if this was all true. “So uh, can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” she said, her hands now on her own distended belly, seemingly enjoying just the feel of herself. “Though you know, time travel rules and all that. I can’t actually tell you anything that would disrupt the timeline, so I can’t tell you who wins any competitions or anything that you could affect.”
“I was more thinking about…us,” he said, hands sliding to his side. “Are we like, boyfriend and girlfriend or something? You mentioned a wedding?”
“Well, yeah, we eventually get married,” she said, finally climbing off of him and quickly grabbing her panties to deal with the globs of cum starting to leak out. “Though I don’t rightly know when that is. You in the future have always been really tight-lipped about that, probably with good reason because we need to avoid poisoning the timeline. But from where I am right now in my own timeline, we haven’t actually met in person in real time, or whatever you want to call it when I’m not unstuck. Stuck time?”
“Wait, what?” He leaned over to start pulling up his own pants as she got dressed.
“Well, okay, neither of us have—neither the me over on campus over there, or the me with you right now.” She rolled her eyes up, thinking. “So wait, we’re definitely pre-Accident, so real-time me definitely hasn’t met you yet—well, okay, that’s not strictly true, but let’s not go there quite yet—but that will happen shortly after the Accident. And then as for me—this me here right now with you—I also haven’t actually met you in real time, though I know when and where that will be. I just can’t really tell you the details.”
“Spoilers,” she said with a laugh, pulling her hair through her shirt and starting to look presentable now that she was fully dressed. “And pretty soon you’re going to end up as confused as I am about who knows what when.”
He settled back on the couch, glancing over at the game, where the nail-biter she had predicted was very much coming true. “So uh…when are you actually from right now?“
“February 2006. ’Fraid I can’t tell you more than that.”
“Time travel, silly. Ontological paradoxes, that sort of thing. Same reason I can’t actually ever interact with my past self.”
She rolled her eyes, and plopped back down on the couch. “Okay, so think about that. Let’s say I’m a freshman in college, sitting alone in my dorm room. With me so far?” She placed her hands on her pregnant belly, rubbing it softly.
“Uh-huh,” he said.
“Now suppose there’s a knock at the door, and I open it, and it’s a me from the future. Any future me, even like, ten minutes later or ten years later. That future me is going to say something to freshman me, right? Probably even hold a conversation.”
“Maybe even ask what number you’re thinking of?”
“Sixty-nine, and yes, that’s a lot of fun. Thank you for the reference, finally.” She grinned at him. “Anyways, so, since future me is actually just freshman me plus time, that means future me remembers that conversation, right?”
“But that means I remember both exactly what I say, and exactly how I say it, and I wouldn’t be able to actually do that—I’d do it just enough differently, but that means what I do would be different from what happened in the past and, well, Doctor Williams thinks it’ll collapse all of space-time.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I believe I mentioned that already?”
He laughed. “It’s…a lot.”
“You’ll get used to it,” she said, waving a hand, and looking back at the TV. “Looks like they’re going into overtime or whatever.”
He glanced over, and she was right. He looked back. “So I know some time travel stories have like, a notebook or something like that where you or I can keep track of everything. Do we have one of those?”
“No, not at all,” she said, shaking her head. “At least, I don’t. I think you might have something eventually to keep track of some things. But you gave me a very long lecture about it the first time I got unstuck—at least, it seemed long. We need to have no records, no physical mementos. Just memories and speech. Again, the fewer points of interaction, the less likely we make everything go kablooie. That’s not just me talking to my past self—that’s also any records, notes, writing, videos, any of that stuff.”
“So you’re saying we don’t ever record ourselves having sex?” he said with a smirk, trying to tease her. Something about her now felt comfortable. Yes, it was weird. It was probably the after-sex bliss talking.
She just rolled her eyes at him and then leaned up against him. The two sat, cuddling on the couch and watching the game for a few minutes. “I gotta pee,” she finally said, pushing herself up. It felt almost cold to him, not having a warm body to cuddle with.
Without asking for directions—he gathered she’d spent time in the house before—she made her way back to the bathroom.
After a bit, he heard the toilet flush, and the bathroom door open and…then silence. Except for the TV, where the team she had predicted would win in a second overtime was celebrating their improbable victory in that second overtime. Fans of the other team were shown crying or simply appearing shocked.
Confused at why she hadn’t returned, he got up and looked. The bathroom door was open, and there was absolutely no trace of her.
That’s when he realized that he’d never actually asked her name.
The next time Rory Daniels met Megan Green, it was still 2004. He wasn’t sure what to make of his last experience with her, and wondered if it had just been a dream. There wasn’t any evidence that it had happened, and he didn’t even tell Tyrone.
He pushed it out of his mind, and continued living his life.
At least, until the first Saturday of April. He and Tyrone were hanging around, playing video games, when there was a knock at the door. They looked at each other, confused—who would be wanting to come see them?
“I’ll get it,” Tyrone said, pausing the game and getting up. He unlocked the door and opened it, and there was a young woman, diaper bag slung over one shoulder, and a newborn wrapped in a baby carrier strapped to her chest. “Uh…hello?” he asked, peering at her.
“Hi Doctor Williams,” she said nonchalantly. “Is Rory in?”
Tyrone glanced over at Rory, thoroughly confused. “You know her?”
Rory was frozen. He recognized her, of course. It was the woman who had shown up at the door—pregnant—three months earlier, claiming to be a time traveler. He couldn’t tell how much older she looked, and he didn’t know enough about babies to guess to age of the one strapped to her. He finally nodded. “Yeah, uh…let her in.”
Tyrone gestured grandiosely in Rory’s direction, and she smiled at him and waltzed in, sitting on the couch next to him like she owned the place. “Long time no see, baby daddy,” she said. He noticed her eyes went to the wall for just a moment, like she expected something to be hanging there.
“I missed your name last time we met,” Rory said, really wanting to at least have some better frame of reference for her.
“Megan,” she said, undoing the carrier and freeing the baby, who was sleeping with a pacifier in its mouth. “Right now, Megan Green, but eventually Megan Daniels.” She smirked. “It’ll make things easier when I take your name, as I understand it.”
Tyrone had closed the door, but was still standing there in the same place, looking at the two of them, incredulous. “Uh, Rory, you want to explain yourself?”
Megan looked at Rory, equally incredulous. “You haven’t told him about me yet?”
“No I uh…” he replied, looking back and forth between the two of them. “It was only the one time and—“
“What do you mean one time?” she asked, glancing at Tyrone, then back to him, cradling the baby in the crook of her arm. He seemed to be waking up, and with a sigh she reached up to pull down a panel of her purple shirt, her hand on the clasp. “What’s the date?”
“April third,” Tyrone said, folding his arms in front of his chest. “What the hell is going on?”
“The year is 2004,” Rory added. “Since that’s important.”
Her eyes rolled up into her head as she thought. “April third, 2004. Hm…” Her eyes went wide and she looked over at Tyrone. “Oh shit, we’re doing that today. Tyrone, you need to go take a walk—you know exactly where you need to go, it’s where you always go to think that no one else knows about. Someone will be there, and she’ll explain everything to you.”
Tyrone was not impressed. “Uh-huh. The fuck is she babbling about, Rory?”
Rory glanced at Megan, the baby in her arm starting to wake up and make fussy noises. “Look, man, I suggest you do as she says. The whole space-time continuum might be in jeopardy.”
“He’s right. Total chronitonic reversal or something like that,” Megan said. “And here, take your son for a few moments while I get myself arranged. He’s hungry again.” Without waiting for his response, she pushed her arms out to him, and he awkwardly took the baby. “Remember to support the head—goddess, how many times do I have to remind you?”
“Alright, if it’s going to be like that, I’m taking a walk.” Tyrone rolled his eyes and walked back to his room for a moment.
Rory looked down at the baby in his arms. He wasn’t sure he could really see the resemblance, though it was the first time in his living memory he had held one. The baby—he, it seemed—continued to fuss, kicking out and putting his hand to his mouth. Rory brought down a finger, and the baby grabbed it, holding tightly. Rory wasn’t sure what to feel; was this really his kid?
Meanwhile, Megan was undoing her purple shirt and nursing bra, revealing one engorged, lactating breast. “Here we go, little milk vampire,” she cooed, gesturing for Rory to return the child. He did so—more reluctantly than he thought he would—and very quickly, the baby was suckling at her breast.
Tyrone came back through. “I’ll be back,” he said, slipping his shoes on, and heading outside without waiting for a reply.
“Is there something important about today?” Rory asked.
“Yeah. He’s going to run into my future self, and she’ll explain some things to him. It’ll all be fine.”
“How…how do you know that?”
She tilted her head at him, confused. “You told me. Or at least, I guess you will tell me, but not me-me, my other me, over there,” she waved in the direction of campus. “This seriously doesn’t get any easier.” She looked down at the baby, using a hand to adjust his position. “Now now, sweetie, actually suck instead of just gumming me. There we go.” She looked back at Rory. “Or it might have been a future-you. It’s hard to keep track sometimes. It’s all a mishmash of dates and faces and sex and trying to keep straight who knows what when is really hard.” With her spare hand she made little explosion gestures in the air as she enumerated things.
“Uh, speaking of sex…” he began, feeling a little nervous. He found it hard not to watch her as she breastfed the baby.
“Yes, of course we will. I’m still breastfeeding so you won’t get me pregnant—“
“—I thought it didn’t work that way—“
“—and also time travel so I know how far apart our kids are in me-time so you don’t need to worry. This little guy’s only about two months, so it’ll be a while—and I’ve gotten the all-clear from the doctor.”
“Yeah, but uh…while breastfeeding?”
She laughed, shaking her head, making her brown hair rustle like leaves. “No, I’m not that horny right now. Not like I was when pregnant—jeeze, you are gonna love that!” She giggled. “I mean, I guess you already have, but you also will, and do you see why this is a little confusing?”
He decided to leave that be for the moment. “Also, he’s two months? I last saw you three months ago, and you weren’t in your third trimester yet!”
“Really?” she rolled her eyes back up into her head, thinking. “Okay, yeah, I guess that computes. Goddess, that’s really fuzzy for me now—it’s been longer than three months for me, obvs, and I’ve also spent some time farther in the future.” She looked at him, laughter in her eyes. “Do you know how hard it is to track how old your baby is when you haven’t been able to really track your own age well?”
“So wait, where—I mean, when—did you get uhm…unstuck? from?”
“July 2006. Hey!” she looked down at the baby. “Be careful down there! That hurt!” She spent a few moments continuing to coo with the baby before he latched again. “Anyways, where were we?” she asked, looking back up at Rory.
“So if you’re not here to have sex…”
“Let’s just hang out. You know, like the boyfriend and girlfriend we are?”
He blinked. That’s right; she had mentioned marriage before. “Wait, we’re dating?”
“Yep, and eventually we get married, apparently, but you haven’t exactly put a ring on it yet.” She raised a hand and waggled an empty finger. “Though I’ve given you enough hints that sooner or later you’re absolutely gonna have to do it.”
“What if I do it before you have the kid, since I guess we’ll see each other again around then?”
“Space-time continuum,” she sang with a giggle. “Alright, this guy is done. You take him for a moment, dear.” She wiped the baby’s face, then handed him back over to Rory, where he immediately started being active, wiggling and stretching and kicking. Megan started cleaning herself up. “Which I guess is probably why you haven’t actually proposed in me-time yet, anyway, so let’s just drop it and I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
“Uh, sure,” he said, looking back down at the baby. “So this is my kid?”
“Yep. I haven’t had sex with anyone else.”
“Don’t act so surprised. It’ll be fun, and you’ll enjoy it more when they’re all older.”
“All?” His head jerked up.
“What, you think this is the first?” She laughed.
“Have you…met all of them?”
“Of course, though it’s a little weird, because sometimes they also get unstuck with me and, well, keeping that straight is apparently going to be a lot of fun.”
“I was wondering about that,” he said, rocking the baby back and forth, feeling very awkward and not at all like a father. “I thought it was just you who was unstuck—but also the kids?”
She finished with her cleanup and stood up, stretching. He noticed that she hadn’t quite lost the baby weight yet, and her breasts were plump, but he still thought she looked attractive. “Apparently when I get unstuck, it puts eddies in the time-space continuum that people close to me can also travel through. Since I spend so much time with the kids, that includes them.”
“And me?” he wondered, considering what that would be like.
She paused a moment, thinking, then shook her head. “I have not been told that that ever happens,” she said, as though picking her words carefully. Then a smile appeared on her lips again, and her face seemed brighter. “Though it will all work out in the end, so you probably shouldn’t worry too much about it.” She pulled a cloth out of the diaper bag. “Why don’t you burp him while I pee?”
“Uh…” he looked at it, uncertain of what to do.
She sighed, rolling her eyes, and stepped over, picking it up and putting it on his shoulder. “Now put Xavier here, and pat gently on his back.”
She looked contrite. “Shit, I don’t think you were supposed to know that. Uhm, why don’t you endeavor to forget that, and I will be back in just a few moments.” With an awkward grin, she walked out of the living room, and he heard the bathroom door close.
He was able to successfully burp the baby, and cleaned up the mess a little. To try to clear his head, he stood up and started pacing around the living room, little Xavier clinging to his shoulder.
After a few minutes, Megan emerged, and she paused, leaning against the door frame to the room, and smiled. “Aww,” she said. “You’re so adorable, both of you. I mean, you’re still awkward, but in that adorable dad way where you don’t know what you’re doing yet.” She laughed. “Look at it this way: you’ll have plenty of practice by the time you’re actually a father in real time.”
“This is all still very weird,” Rory admitted. “I really didn’t know if I’d even dreamed that first time or not.”
“Oh, I understand completely,” she replied, stepping forward and taking the baby. “You’ll get used to it, though, just like I did.” She hefted the baby a little. “Actually, it’s probably time for some tummy time. Why don’t you get out the blanket—in the big pocket—and lay it out?”
He obliged, and the two of them spent a little bit of time playing with Xavier. Megan talked Rory through some things they could do, giving the baby some tummy time and interaction in general.
Once Xavier seemed to get bored of that, Megan suggested they watch some TV, and the two of them plopped on the couch, baby nestled in Rory’s arms. Megan snuggled up next to him and put her head on his shoulder.
Rory turned it on, one of the various learning channels up, with a documentary. “Looks like something about uh…” he read the words at the bottom. “Palimpsests? What a weird word.” The researcher on screen had what looked like an old and faded parchment they were talking about.
“Those are documents on things like animal hide, where they’d write something, then erase it, and write something else over and over again to save paper,” Megan explained. “But we’re able to use x-rays and things to read the older writing, which can be really cool.”
He turned his head to try to look at her. “How do you…know that?”
“The pastor talked about it once or twice at church,” she replied. “Because monks and stuff would write over other stuff with Bible verses and sermons.” She seemed almost uncomfortable. “Do you mind if we…watch something else?”
“Sure,” he said, changing the channel. “Sports okay?”
“Very,” she replied, settling into the couch, leaning against his body as he flipped channels. They watched quietly together while Xavier drifted in and out of a nap.
“This is weird,” Rory commented during a commercial break. “Five months ago I was single. Hell, yesterday I thought I was single. But now I apparently have a girlfriend and a kid?”
“Just for a couple of hours. Once he goes to sleep again, let’s fuck, and I’ll get back to my time.”
“Uh, sure,” he said, feeling a hardness growing. He hadn’t had sex since she’d showed up a few months earlier, and the idea of doing that again sounded fun, mostly because he wanted to have sex.
About ten minutes later, there was a sound at the door; Megan grabbed the controller and turned the TV off, just in time for Tyrone to step inside. He looked shell-shocked, and became even more so when he looked over and saw the three of them cuddling on the couch. “You…” he said, his voice trailing off as he looked at Megan.
She pulled away from Rory and nodded. “Yep.”
“Yeeeeeep,” she said, then giggled. “Sorry, I usually think of you as being unflappable, and it’s funny seeing you like this for once.”
“But she was…and you are…” he gestured wildly at the door, then at her.
“That’s what I’ve been told, at least,” she confirmed. “Though since she’s an older me, I don’t have those memories, but she undoubtedly remembers being me here seeing you like this.”
“She told me that—“
“Whoa!” she said loudly, raising a hand. “No spoilers, not even for me.”
“Space-time continuum something something,” Rory confirmed. He wasn’t sure he believed it, but Megan did, and despite the paucity of times they’d been together, he was developing a bit of a liking for the girl.
“I’m gonna need a drink,” Tyrone said, shaking his head, slipping his shoes off and walking into the kitchen.
“Me too,” Rory added, wanting to get a moment to talk with Tyrone alone. He knew they’d be able to later, of course, but it seemed appropriate in the moment. He handed Xavier back to Megan, who nodded at him.
“Have fun, and you probably ought to figure out dinner soon. I’m thinking Chinese?”
“I’ll think about it,” he said before walking into the kitchen, where Tyrone had already gotten out the vodka and cola and was pouring himself a very large amount of vodka. “Hey there.”
“Hey,” Tyrone said, practically choking it out.
“Yeah, I mean, just. Time travel?” He got down another glass. “Let me guess, you want one, too?”
“Please, and yeah, I’m just as weirded out by it as you are,” Rory said.
Tyrone quickly finished the drinks and handed one over. “So this isn’t your first time with her?”
“Just the second. She showed up a couple of months ago while you were out, pregnant with that baby and talking a mile a minute.” He sipped from the drink, appreciating its strength. “Claiming she needed to have sex with me to go back to her right time.”
“And you did it?” He looked incredulous.
“What other choice did I have?” Rory protested. “She practically threw herself at me. I knew pregnancy could get girls horny, but…” He shook his head. “That was something!”
“But yes, apparently you get all fancy in the future or something—though I don’t know if I should tell you that?”
“The woman I talked with mentioned a few things, but vaguely,” he confirmed. “Said that spoilers were a problem, and that I was the one who explained it to her eventually. Convenient how you can’t nail down a real answer.”
“I’m not willing to gamble with the space-time continuum.” Rory shrugged.
“Me either.” His voice got softer, and he gestured for Rory to get closer. “So I can’t tell her this,” he nodded in the direction of the living room. “And you can’t either, but she wasn’t alone.”
“Oh?” he kept his voice quiet, too.
“She had one of her kids with her. Uh, one of your kids. A boy. The resemblance is…uncanny. I don’t know that I would have believed her if not for that. He didn’t say much, though. It was mostly her talking, explaining her whole unstuck-in-time thing. Told me not to panic if I saw her again.”
“I get the impression that’s going to happen whether we like it or not,” Rory drawled, staying quiet.
“Oh, and she also said there was something I needed to tell you. Sometime tonight, I am going to tell her in there that when she gets back to her time, she needs to tell you the phrase ‘absent all evidence’. You will apparently know what that means when she does.”
“Probably means it’s time to propose to her,” Rory replied thoughtfully. “She just hinted at it right now, but I would need a way to know when to do it so that I didn’t break the timeline and—“
Tyrone was staring at him. “You’re sounding like her now.”
Rory shrugged. “I guess she’s rubbing off on me? The way I see it, we can either be along for the ride, or we can fight it. Might as well be along for the ride.”
“Easy for you to say; you’re the one who’s apparently going to reap all the benefits.”
“I wouldn’t call knowing that I’m going to marry a time traveler exactly a benefit,” he said with a grimace. “But the way I hear it, you’re going to end up pretty okay, too. Just think of the research possibilities!”
Tyrone scratched his chin a few times, then downed the rest of his drink. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “Sounds fine for now. It’ll just take me a bit to get my mind wrapped around it.”
“Same,” Rory replied, also downing the rest of his drink. “But, she asked for dinner, so I’m going to run and get some Chinese. You in?”
“You going to Bamboo Wok? Then hell yeah, especially if you’re paying.” He laughed.
“Sounds good. Let me get my stuff. Megan’ll be around for a while, then, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all; I’d like to get a chance to talk with her, myself,” he replied. “Well, this one of her.” He screwed up his face. “How the hell are we going to keep it all straight?”
“Doesn’t sound like she’s figured out how, yet,” Rory said with a laugh. “Just go with the flow.”
“Yeah, okay,” Tyrone said, putting his glass by the sink and heading back into the living room.
Rory paused a moment, looking at his own empty glass, contemplating things. It was kind of nice knowing that he didn’t actually have to worry about the romance department—on the other hand, sooner or later she probably would want flowers and to actually go on dates and do the whole set of romance things like that instead of just having lots of sex. But at least he’d have some time to take notes.
It didn’t seem quite so bad.
He wandered back into the living room, where Tyrone was playing with Xavier on the blanket. He indicated he was going to get some Chinese from Bamboo Wok, which excited Megan an inordinate degree, and she indicated that it was her favorite restaurant, and would also close in the future.
He walked out into the spring air, thinking as he got in the car to drive there. A part of him worried about leaving her alone with Tyrone—what if actually she was going to cheat on him to bounce back to her time?
No, that didn’t seem right. Megan seemed to be head-over-heels for him, though he hadn’t yet met an even older version of her, so she might just not have known…
He also wondered what the two of them were talking about, back at the house. It seemed like you could learn spoilers about other people, just not tell them—were they swapping details about his future that he couldn’t know, out of worry for breaking the time-space continuum?
It was making his head dizzy.
It was still making his head dizzy as he walked into Bamboo Wok, where the person behind the counter was just appearing with a big bag of food for two other people standing there, who appeared to be mother and daughter.
“Sorry about your wait,” the person behind the counter said, handing over another bag. “Here’s an extra order of hot braised pork for your trouble.”
The woman at the counter seemed to pause a moment. “No, I don’t need it,” she said, and Rory’s thought process suddenly ground to a screeching halt. It was different—older, of course—but he knew that voice. That was Megan.
She turned, and he recognized the features. Much older—maybe by a decade or more. He tried to put on a smile, thoroughly uncertain of how to react to his future wife and one of his…kids?
She smiled at him, then turned back to the person behind the counter. “Why don’t you let this gentleman have it? I have a feeling he knows someone whose favorite dish is hot braised pork.”
The person looked at Rory, skeptical. “Uh, sure, I don’t mind,” he said.
Megan smiled at the person behind the counter and took her bag. “Thank you very much. Have a good day!”
The child turned around as Megan did, and he could absolutely see the resemblance. She looked like a girl, maybe about five or six. And she smiled at Rory and mouthed, “Hi daddy!” before the two of them started walking out.
Rory considered the possibilities. Tyrone had mentioned that Xavier—as an older child—was there, so was that a lie, and this was the same Megan, or were there actually three Megans running around on this day? Would he have to have sex with each of them to get them to go back?
The older Megan didn’t look too bad, either; she’d filled into her maternal body quite well.
But there were two other things Rory noticed as she swept out of the restaurant, daughter in tow. The first was that she definitely had a wedding ring on. The second was that she had a very black watch on her wrist.
Then they were gone, the charade maintained. Rory wondered if they would wait for him or what. Either way, he stepped forward and gave his order to the person behind the counter. Once he got the food and paid for it—giving an extra-big tip for the free hot braised pork—he grabbed the bags and made his way back outside.
Tucked under the wiper blade of his car was a folded piece of paper. Curious, he put the food in the car then got the paper and unfolded it. The handwriting was loopy and unfamiliar, but the first line stuck out to him:
Put this information in your phone and destroy this note. Do not let me ever see it!
It was obviously from (older) Megan, but what the hell did she mean by putting the information in his phone? His RAZR had a camera, but it was really bad, and he wasn’t about to type things out with T9.
Wait, did this mean that phones got significantly better? He figured they would, but was this spoilers territory?
He shook his head, instead glancing through the rest of the note. It was a list of things, like
Chinese - Hot Braised Anything, especially Pork
But it listed a handful of other things: candy, pizza toppings, and so on. And at the bottom it said:
Love you! - Megan
He wondered how she had dashed it out so quickly—or had she known about the meeting and had therefore written it beforehand? His head swam again with the possibilities.
No matter. He could keep the paper where (younger, post-partum) Megan wouldn’t find it, and he could figure out what to do with the information after she left. He folded it back up and slipped it into his wallet, then got in his car and returned home.
When he arrived, the TV was still off. Tyrone was sitting in the chair in the living room, his fingers tented in thought, while Megan sat on the floor nearby, playing with the baby.
“Welcome back sweetie!” she said with a smile.
“Hey,” Tyrone said, barely looking up.
“Everything okay?” Rory asked, arching an eyebrow as he kicked off his shoes.
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
“He’s just processing it all,” Megan added cheerfully. Then she frowned a moment. “Oh, you don’t have the high chair yet, do you?”
“Should I get one?” Rory figured he knew the answer to that question, based on how she had worded hers.
“Yeeeeeeeees,” she said carefully. “But I can’t tell you anything about it.”
“But you already said that ontological paradoxes are part of time travel,” Tyrone said. “Like with the names of your children. He already knows Xavier’s, so when he meets you and you decide to have a child, you’ll already have the name picked out!”
“Ugh, I don’t know,” she whined. “Why don’t you just figure it out and tell me? All I know is that you warned me—will warn me, whatever—to avoid them as much as possible! Don’t you trust yourself?”
“Look,” Rory said, hefting the bags. “I think everyone’s hungry, so why don’t we eat something?” He began to wander into the kitchen.
After a few moments, Tyrone followed, along with Megan, baby very awake and on her shoulder. “What did you get?” she asked.
Rory considered that for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to explain it. How much could he tell her about the times he ran into her while unstuck in time? He decided to play it safe. “So the woman in front of me in line had an issue with her order, and they tried to give her an order of hot braised pork—she didn’t want it, so she gave it to me, instead.”
Megan’s face lit up. “How lucky! That’s the only thing I’ve ever had from there, really—I tried it the day they opened and was hooked.”
“Quite lucky indeed,” he said, wanting to slide past it. “And then I got the usual for us two.” He began pulling things out of the bag and distributing them to the makeshift dining room table they had. “Uh…how are you going to eat?” he asked Megan.
“Glad you asked. Why don’t you hold the son you very kindly knocked me up with while I get a chance to stuff my face. It was almost lunchtime when I got unstuck, so I’m starving!”
Rory awkwardly took the transfer of the baby, standing in the kitchen while Megan and Tyrone sat down to scarf down the meal.
“So you don’t always travel to the same time of day,” Tyrone said thoughtfully.
“You didn’t cover this while I was out?” Rory wondered.
“No, we had other business,” Megan snapped back, then looked at Tyrone. “No, which can be pretty damn inconvenient. Not the same season, not the same time, not a lot of things.” She took a bite, and talked through it. “The fact of the matter is that I seriously don’t know how old I really am because it’s really hard to track time when you’re traveling in it.”
“I can imagine,” Tyrone said with a nod. “What about place?”
“Generally it’s the same place, yeah,” she said, still talking with food in her mouth. “I’ll be walking or something, and then suddenly realize that I’m in a different time. There’s a sort of feeling that goes along with it that I’ve gotten pretty good at sensing, but it’s usually that the light will suddenly be different, or the temperature will rapidly change.” A small laugh. “Local weather systems not withstanding.”
“Interesting,” he said, nodding some more, leaning back to scratch his chin thoughtfully. “I wonder how that works, since the Earth doesn’t exactly stay in the same place.”
“Time travel’s weird,” Rory supplied with a shrug, knowing he was less than helpful.
“It’s still part of physics, so it’s got to have rules, even if it breaks half of the rules we know about,” Tyrone said. “I’ll want to see if I can get some equipment, run some tests. You’re okay being an experimental subject?”
“I don’t think I have much choice,” Megan said, shoveling more food in her mouth.
“You always have—“ Tyrone started, but she shook her head and he stopped.
“Spoilers,” Rory added. “Remember what I said about going with the flow?”
Megan looked over and smirked at him. “Going with the flow is what got me knocked up, love.”
“Speaking of which, are you done eating yet, because I’m also starving!” He laughed, hoping to make it clear he was joking.
“Just give me a minute,” she retorted, then looked at Tyrone. “Don’t worry, you’ll have more questions for me, and I’ll always answer them as best I can, unless they’re spoilers.”
“So no lottery numbers, then?” he asked as she shoveled more food into her mouth.
“Mm-mmn,” she mumbled as she shook her head, then talked with food in her mouth. “I have enough trouble remembering all the dates I need to.”
That brought about a laugh, the Tyrone returned to eating his dinner. Soon enough, Megan was done and took the baby while Rory ate his own dinner. They talked of more normal things, though Megan largely kept her mouth shut about TV shows and sports.
After they were all done, Rory cleaned up and they all returned to the living room, where Megan changed Xavier’s diaper, then started to collect all of his stuff together while he played on the blanket. “Are you leaving?” Rory asked, surprised.
“Eventually, yeah,” she replied. “And I don’t exactly want to accidentally leave anything here because who knows what sort of damage that would do to the time stream. He’s going to be hungry soon, and I’ll feed him, and then he’ll probably go to sleep with how active he’s been recently. That’ll give us time.” She glanced over at Tyrone. “Sorry. In case you haven’t figured it out—“
“Oh, I have,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ll leave you two alone when you need it. It was nice to meet you, Megan.”
“I would say likewise, but you’ll hear that from me in, well, let’s just say I met—“ She paused, biting her lip.
“You were about to say either my kid or one of my kids, but you don’t want to give away whether I have one or several,” he said.
“I’ll take the knowledge for what it is. Right now, I have some schoolwork to get to, so I’m going to put in some earbuds and get that done. You three have fun.”
“Let’s go to your room,” Megan suggested to Rory. He grimaced, and she continued. “Please, I know how messy it is already with the number of times I’ve had sex in there. Will have sex in there. You know what I mean.” She shook her head. “Just. You know. Privacy.”
“Sure,” he said, picking up the baby while she got the blanket put away. Tyrone did as he suggested, returning to his own room to study. Rory, Megan, and Xavier went into his room, which was a significantly more messy space than he wanted it to be with a girl in it.
“Okay, so, this is probably the messiest I’ve seen it in a while,” she said with a nod. “Let me get set up to feed this guy in your chair,” she nodded her head at it. “And then while I’m doing that you can tidy up just a smidge.”
“Sure,” he obliged, taking further directions from her in terms of getting all the breastfeeding things ready. She also directed him to lay out one of his blankets on the floor for Xavier to sleep on while they indulged themselves. “Won’t that be weird, with him in the room?”
“Look, unless you want me to disappear and leave you with a baby on your hands, I suggest he stay close,” she argued. “And we won’t be the first couple to fuck with a baby in the room. He’ll be fine.”
“Uh, sure, okay,” he said, going to get an additional blanket.
Soon enough, Xavier had eaten his fill and—as predicted—had fallen asleep. Megan gently laid him on the blanket, and moved to close her top up, then smiled at Rory.
“He didn’t really eat much this time around,” she said, remaining topless as she got out of the chair and stepped over to where he sat awkwardly on the bed. “Would you like a taste?” She climbed onto the bed with him, crawling on her knees over to him.
“Uh…” he said, a little taken aback at the suggestion.
She laughed. “I’ll leave it up to you.” Her crawling got to him and she leaned in and kissed him, this time more gently than the last one he’d gotten from her. There was something more tender there, this time around, as her hands came up to gently settle on his body.
He returned the kiss, and the two of them made out for a while, hands starting to roam just a little. But not too much; she seemed perfectly content for a while to just kiss.
“Make me feel good, Rory,” she finally encouraged as they broke a kiss. “It’s been soooo long…”
“What do you mean?” he asked, kissing down her jaw, then neck, his hands pulling at her pants.
“I mean I literally got the all-clear from the doctor today, and I’ve been looking forward to what was going to be our time together tonight, so I am horny as hell.”
He smiled at her. “Alright.” He leaned in and kissed her neck again, starting to make his way down her body.
“Mmm,” she moaned softly, running her fingers through his hair.
He got down to her breasts, which he kissed, and decided to give suckling a try. “Oh!” she gasped, and the taste of her milk touched his tongue. It was sweeter than he expected, and not too bad, overall. He took some time, suckling at one, massaging the other, then switching.
She laughed nervously at him for a while. “Okay, I think that’s enough,” she said. “There are other things for you to taste down there.”
He got the hint and kept kissing down her body, finishing his task of freeing her from the confines of her jeans and underwear. A relatively unshaved bush presented itself to him, but he knew better than to comment, and instead dove right in, his tongue snaking out to find her clit.
“Mmm, yes, right there,” she gasped as he found it, and started sucking gently. Her fingers tightened their grips on his skull, and he played with her labia with a finger before sliding it in. She was wet, and he crooked his finger up, looking for her G-spot. He was met with moans of approval.
He fingered her a little more before she started tugging at him. “I need more than a finger in me.”
Rory took the hint and pulled away a moment, starting to undress himself. She watched him, a smile on her face. “I always enjoy watching you undress,” she said.
“I’m sure I’ll feel the same for you,” he replied, eliciting a laugh from her. “What’s so funny?”
“I think you enjoy burying that dick in me more than watching me undress,” she replied, crooking her finger at him. “Come here and let me taste it. I’m wet, but a little more won’t hurt.”
He obliged, kicking off the last of his clothes, his cock already hard and springing away from him. If not for her suggestion, he would have tried doing just what she said he’d enjoy—burying it in her. Instead, he straddled her, walking his knees up slowly, stopping for a moment at her breasts.
She looked down and laughed. “I guess I might be big enough to try that, now.” She pushed her breasts together, and he stroked a few times between them. “Alright, that’s enough,” she said, sticking her tongue out a moment. “You’ve had your fun.” She giggled. “Maybe I should run my mouth some more so you’re encouraged to shut me up.”
He continued walking up her body on his knees, eventually dangling himself in her face. With a smile, she pushed her body up enough to kiss it; he thrust, and she took it into her mouth, sucking gently. He moaned gently as one of her hands came up, stroking to wet the entire thing.
After a few moments, she pulled back, settling back on the bed, a come-hither smile on her face. Again, he got the hint, and was soon above her, cock positioned right at her entrance. A hand was down there, guiding. “Fuck me,” she breathed. “Make me cum, baby daddy.”
He could barely control himself from thrusting all the way in, but he was able to find her channel and slowly start pushing, giving small thrusts to ease his way into her. She wasn’t quite as tight as last time, he thought—but it still felt heavenly being wrapped up in her velvety folds.
“Ohhhh yes,” she moaned. “All the way. Fill me up.”
“Are you…always like this?” he wondered with a chuckle as he sank deeper into her, eventually hitting her depths.
Her legs came up, wrapping themselves around him; her arms did the same, embracing him, holding him close. “Only when I’m horny for you,” she replied, her hips starting to move under him.
“I can’t wait until I knock you up,” he growled, matching her thrusts, then leaning in to kiss her.
Her tongue met his, and her body got more urgent; his thrusts continued. It had been so long since he’d had sex—since she last showed up, in fact—and his body demanded satisfaction. Hers eagerly lept to the challenge, opening up to him as he thrust again and again into her depths.
“Oh god, Rory, yes, I’ve needed this so much,” she moaned, pulling his head beside her. He began to kiss her ear, which only seemed to drive her faster.
He pounded into her, the pressure in his loins building. “I’m not gonna be able to hold on for much longer,” he said.
“Just let me cum,” she replied. “Just…oh yes…right there…fuck me hard right there, Rory…” He obliged, slowing his pace just a little to try to touch her just right. “Oh goddess yes. I just can’t get…uhn…enough of your cock…”
He couldn’t handle going slow anymore, and began to thrust hard and fast, his body deeply needing to fill her. She had said she couldn’t get pregnant, but he was absolutely going to try.
“Oh yes, oh yes,” she moaned. “Make me—“ she gasped, her pussy walls contracting on his cock.
His own body had gotten too close. He grunted with effort, pushing himself as deep into her as he could as his balls gave up their load. He filled her over and over again with sperm, holding himself deep inside of her as she also came.
“Holy fuck, I needed that,” she said finally, panting as their orgasms subsided.
“You’re telling me,” he laughed, pulling off of her a bit, his rapidly-deflating cock still in her.
“Hand me the sex towel.”
She rolled her eyes, practically sinking deeper into the bed. “I guess that hasn’t happened yet. Pick out a towel—no, I can’t tell you anything about it—that we can keep nearby, because you tend to make a big mess in me, if you haven’t noticed.”
He shook his head, and looked around for something useful. He settled on his underwear, and pulled out, grabbing it, and handing it to her.
“I guess this will do,” she said, rolling her eyes again, using his underwear to clean the cum leaking from her.
“I uh…hadn’t really noticed,” he said. “Since we haven’t exactly done it often.”
She frowned a little. “What about with other girls? Or was I your first when I showed up last time?”
He shook his head, sitting back on his haunches. “No, I had a girlfriend before, but I don’t really remember what she did about it.”
“Hm.” Her tone was more thoughtful than he would have expected. “You’re the only guy I’ve ever fucked, and will ever fuck, as far as I know.”
He tilted his head. “Wait, so I get your cherry, too?”
“I wasn’t going to put it so crudely, but yes.” She sat up, continuing to clean herself up before getting out of bed. “But that’s a story for another time.”
He grinned at her. “Another thing for me to look forward to!”
A frown touched her face, and he wondered if there was a bad memory there. Or something else she knew that he didn’t. “I keep forgetting that you-right-now is still really new at this. I guess I don’t visit much before the Accident, because of how it caused the chroniton flux—but after that, you’re going to start having trouble keeping it straight.”
“I already am,” he replied, sitting there naked while she got dressed. There was an awkward silence for a moment. “I’m sorry for the asymmetry, though. If I had known, I wouldn’t have—“
“It’s fine,” she replied in that tone that indicated it might not have actually been fine. She brushed her hair a few times with her fingers. “That’s just the way it goes sometimes.” After straightening her clothes a little, she smiled at him. “How do I look?”
“Like we just had sex, but I guess presentable,” he replied.
That got an eye-roll. “Don’t worry, you get used to it. You can take pleasure in knowing that it’s always you.” Then she smirked. “And I’m told it’ll be nice for me eventually, since I’ll get you twice in a row, and you’ll be at full strength for both of them.”
“You’re making me a little jealous,” he replied, frowning. “Will that also happen for me? Like, how will this even work when we’re living together.” That made him remember another question he’d had: “Will we like, live together here or something?”
She nodded, grabbing the baby carrier and starting to ease Xavier into it. “Help me with this,” she said; he got up—still naked—to do so, and she continued, “Yes. Like I said, I almost always get unstuck in time, but not in space relative to earth. So in order to avoid problems with me for instance appearing naked among a group of strangers, you stay in this house for…” She rolled her eyes up, thinking. “For a long time. Anyways, Doctor Williams moves out eventually, of course, but not far.”
With the baby secure, Rory stepped back, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Huh. Naked?”
“I’m told it’ll happen a couple of times. I mostly just have to endeavor to go back the same way I came—which is why I’m hurrying with the baby and stuff, because I need to get out of the house sooner rather than later—but yeah. In the middle of getting ready for bed, and bam, I’m suddenly a decade in the future, and you’re more than happy to get me in your bedroom like that.”
“And you never run into yourself like that? If we’re living together, wouldn’t that—”
“Time travel is weird,” she replied. “You didn’t ask it, but I don’t usually return back to the same instant I left. Sometimes it’s short, sometimes it’s long—no correlation with how much time I spend unstuck—and apparently other time periods of me can show up during that time.” A smirk. “In other words, while I’m gone right now—as much as that phrase even makes sense since it’s not for a couple of years—there’s a pretty good chance another me is actually getting her brains fucked out by you, as well. You’ve had much more luck these last few weeks than I have because of it.”
Feeling a little awkward naked—and trying to wrap his head around the time travel rules—he grabbed his shirt and began to put it on. “So you always go back roughly to where you came from, right? Like, it’s just a short borrowing sort of thing?”
“Yes, almost always, except for the times I don’t.” She shook her head. “It’s sometimes quite an adventure, and you’ll forgive me if I never know when I am anymore.” She laughed. “It goes in spurts, too. Sometimes I’ll go a week without getting unstuck…sometimes it’s a whole week that I’m gone, either which way.” She glanced at her wrist, even though there wasn’t a watch there. “Aaaand, I probably should be getting out of here. I’d love to cuddle, but honestly, that’s probably what I’m going to do once I get back. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” he said, half-dressed. She looked sad for just a moment, and he got off the bed to give her a kiss. It felt weird—according to her they were a romantic couple, but he didn’t actually really feel that way for her at all. How would he stoke that? Or was it always going to be pretend, to appease what the timeline had already deigned?
“Love you,” she said, smiling at him. “And you don’t have to say that yet. Just enjoy my body for now; there’ll be time for more later.”
“That seems unfair.”
“I’m a time traveler,” she said with a shrug. “Life’s always—“
One moment she was there, talking; the next, she was gone, her words hanging in the air silent.
He wasn’t even sure what he saw, and he blinked a few times. Was it a dream? Again?
But he remembered the taste of milk on his lips, and looking down, he was still half-naked, the sticky remnants of their time together still obvious.
Exhausted, his head swimming, he got ready for bed and crashed, still trying to figure out how he felt about the whole damn thing. Fatherhood? Romance? Time travel?
What was it going to be like when he was no longer always the visited, but the one being left behind?
The next time Rory Daniels met Megan Green, it was May 2004, at the drugstore. He had gone to pick up a new bottle of shampoo and other things—a routine trip.
Once he had his things, however, he found himself wandering into the candy aisle, an array of chocolates and other sweets on display. The note the older Megan had left him was on his mind—he had gotten a list of her preferences, with the obvious indication that he should use that knowledge, presumably to make her younger self happy. He wasn’t usually one much for candy bars, but he was willing to have some on hand for her.
As he browsed through, looking for the one he knew to be her favorite, his mind wandered. It was weird how attached he felt to her after only having really talked with her twice, and then a third encounter at a restaurant. Was it destiny? Or was the fact that she had been pregnant with his child—that he had held his own son before he’d even had the requisite fun to conceive him—that got to him?
He hadn’t fallen in love, but he wanted to make her happy.
“Oh, excuse me!” the chirping voice pulled him out of his thoughts, as he was about to reach for a package of her favorite ones.
He also recognized that voice.
He looked up, and there she was. Megan Green. But thinner and younger-looking than he’d seen before. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, and her breasts seemed almost small under the forest green shirt she was wearing. “Uh, sorry,” he said, confused.
This was before the accident. This was the real-time Megan, the one who was still a sophomore in college, thoroughly unaware of the interactions she would have with him eventually.
Was this where they “met”?
She smiled at him, then as her eyes slid over him, the smile started to turn into a frown. She tilted her head, obviously confused. Almost like she recognized him. “I’m sorry, do I…” She shook her head. “Never mind.”
While he tried to figure out what to do, she grabbed a package of the candy bars, and turned and hastily walked out of the aisle.
He felt the weight of the space-time continuum on him. What if this is where they were supposed to meet? What if this was where they were supposed to start dating? If he didn’t go talk with her, it would break everything!
But what if it wasn’t? What if this was just a chance encounter, and later they would know for sure? After the accident?
That he didn’t feel things tearing apart or anything else he imagined would happen if caused all of reality to collapse made him feel better.
A chance encounter.
But then, how had she possibly recognized him?
He let it be, wandering back into the store, to give her plenty of time to pay and leave. He wandered through the aisles, and came to the condoms. While the first Megan had complained about the pregnancy—apparently he would get a vasectomy—he had no idea if he’d come across a Megan who didn’t want to get pregnant at some time. Just in case, he grabbed a pack of condoms and ambled through the freezer aisle. She had listed her favorite kind of ice cream, and he got a pint of that, then went back to the candy aisle, got a package of her favorite candy bar, and checked the front of the store.
She was gone.
So he paid for his stuff, went home, and wondered if he had actually just undone everything.
The next time Rory Daniels met Megan Green, it was in June 2004. He was in his room one afternoon, reading one of his usual forums, generally relaxing on a day off work. Tyrone was out, on campus teaching a class and working on his research.
Suddenly her voice came from the bathroom. “Goddess damn it!”
Rory jumped, startled at the sudden noise, then his brain processed what he had heard. He quickly pulled away from the desk and opened the door to his room. The bathroom door stood open, Megan’s voice coming from within.
“I set down the thing for one moment and what happens?”
Cautiously, Rory stepped down the hall, peeking into the bathroom. She was standing there, naked and wet. “What thing?”
She spun around, surprised, and he got a good view of her naked body. She was older, now, with a bit of paunch to her filled-out body. Not that she was fat or anything, but the stretch marks on her abdomen spoke to why. Her figure was much more hourglass-like than it had been in her youth. Her hair was cut shorter, and she had a gravitas to how she held herself.
This was Megan the MILF.
“Oh, hey, Rory,” she replied nonchalantly, then tilted her head. “Wow, I forgot how young you used to look. It’s been a while since I’ve jumped back this far.” She smiled at him. “You’re looking good. Anyway, when is it and can I get a towel?”
“June something or other, 2004,” he said, before ducking out of the doorway to grab a towel from the linen closet in the hall. He handed it to her, and she began to towel herself off. “I can find out the exact date if you—“
“No, it’s fine.” She began to pat down her hair. “I’m not going to be here for long, just after I dry off I’m going to—“ she paused, glancing at the sink. “Ah fuck, that’s right.” She looked back at him. “Okay, so it might be a little longer than I expected.” She frowned a moment. “Wait a moment, June 2004? That’s pre-Accident, isn’t it?”
Her eyes rolled back into her head as she thought. “Okay, so that means it’s also pre-vasectomy and—ah, well, that makes sense now. I’d always wondered how this was going to happen, especially with the Anchor and—“ Her gaze flipped back to him. “Right, you were asking about that.” She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom, heading to his bedroom, taking a moment to peek into the living room. “Goddess, what a bachelor pad! Okay, so the Anchor,” she closed the door to his room—he had followed her, of course–and sat down, naked, in his chair, looking over at his computer. “Tsk tsk, looking at Facebook?”
“What’s Facebook?” he asked, confused.
“Oh, right, spoilers. It’s just been around so long that I forgot it showed up when I was in college. It’s just this website that’s going to completely—actually, no, spoilers, and I can’t even tell you about the movie I guess. And I was talking about the Anchor, so you probably want to know about that instead, right?”
“Uh, sure.” He sat down on the edge of his bed, his cock growing hard from looking at her naked form, despite there being nothing sexual in the topic at hand.
She folded her legs up, crossing them, displaying her pubic bush prominently. “Okay, so eventually Tyrone figured out—will figure out? Something like that—the instability in my time mites and the chronitons flux in the local area, and finds a way to stabilize it. It’s still a prototype device right now, but when I wear it, it cuts down on my getting unstuck—and also has a thing that lets me jump back without the requisite orgasm.”
He nodded. “Like a very black watch?” She blinked a few times, as though confused he’d know that, and he continued. “I uh…encountered a future-you that had one on her wrist.”
“Hm,” she said, nodding thoughtfully. “Okay, that’s probably spoilers, but at least I don’t have any actual control over it so we should be okay. But yes, that’s about what it is. I took it off to shower, and, well,” she gestured at her naked body in his chair. “And we’re early enough in time that I won’t have any outfits hanging around to put on.”
“Is this a usual thing?” he wondered. “You popping in naked?”
“It’s not like I walk around naked, usually,” she replied with a shrug. “But this isn’t the first time this has happened, no. Damned inconvenient is what it is. But hey, I’ll take a bit of time away from the kids for a while; you have no idea how quiet this house sounds to me right about now.”
She laughed. “Kids are noisy, love. You’ll learn soon enough.” She sighed, smiling, her eyes closed. “Goddess, I almost want to bask in this for a while and just hang out with you. We don’t get as much time together now as I’d like, and doing a Netflix and chill night—wait, that’s probably not the right slang right now is it?”
“Netflix? Isn’t that the DVD mailing service?” he wondered.
She laughed again. “Oh there’s so much to come in your future! Do you have anything rented with them or whatever?”
He shook his head. “There’s a Blockbuster I could go rent one from if you were interested…”
“There’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. No, actually, I’m going to be hungry soon, so maybe we could get some food or something or—hey! Is Bamboo Wok still around?” Her face lit up.
“Yeah, but you’re naked.”
“That doesn’t keep me from eating. I’ll just borrow some of your clothes, if that’s okay. You’ll get them back; I’m definitely not getting out of here without you taking them off me first.”
The twinkle in her eye made him just a little uncomfortable. He wanted to have sex with her, of course, but there was a difference to her aggressive edge this time around. This Megan was much older than any other Megan he’d encountered; what was their relationship like that late in time?
She seemed to sense his hesitation. “Why don’t you go pick some food up? I can entertain myself around here for a while, get myself re-acquainted with what you were like before we met.”
“Uh, sure, I guess,” he said, getting off the bed and starting to collect his things. It was a little early for dinner, but who knows what time of day it was for her. Actually, it made him wonder. “So if you get unstuck before breakfast or something, do you look for breakfast food, or do you just eat whatever’s available?”
“Whatever’s available,” she replied. “I had to learn not to be too picky, especially once we entered the Spaghetti Years.”
“Spaghetti Years?” He patted his pockets, making sure his wallet, keys, and cell phone were secure in them.
“Not because we ate a lot of it, but because—well, okay, there’s a reason Doctor Williams—sorry, you think of him as Tyrone, don’t you?—there’s a reason he tried making the Anchor for me, because I was really getting loose and floating around in time a lot, and it was getting to be too much for me, for you, and especially for the kids. No one had any idea if I’d be around for anything–or if I was, which me it would be, because I would like, okay, it’s Monday morning. I jump out of time, but five minutes later your time, me from a week later would show up and we’d have a day then when the kids are taking naps or otherwise occupied we have a quickie in the afternoon and I pop back and then an hour later your-time me from a week earlier will show up and spend the night and we’ll have nice morning sex and I’ll go back then the me from the actual time will arrive, and we just start doing this all the time and…well, there’s a reason I never get a job.”
“You have no idea. At least you get linear time. I’m stuck bouncing around in time like a pinball. The Anchor smooths that out, and then as the chroniton flux slowly reduces in magnitude in general, it’s less and less of an issue. I’m a little unstuck the rest of my life, of course, but I can at least be a little more normal.”
“You wanted food?” he asked, smirking at her.
She waved a hand at him. “Go, my gorgeous little boy toy, and fetch me a meal. You’ve figured out what I like, right?”
“Yeah, you told me—“ he started, then blanched.
“Oh, that explains a lot!” she said cheerfully. “Probably for a lot of things?”
Her eyes rolled back. “Okay, that’s very good to know.” Back to looking at him, waving her hand again. “Go. I’ll be fine.”
Not wanting to get involved in another conversation with her before she got too hungry and therefore temperamental, he quickly excused himself and disappeared out the front door to get food. Hot braised pork for her, of course.
He was back quickly with food—the restaurant wasn’t very busy in the mid-afternoon—and when he got back, she was wearing one of his older t-shirts and some shorts, sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through channels on the TV. “Welcome back!” she said, smiling at him. She turned off the TV and stood up. “I am starving—so you’re back just in time.”
He smiled at her, kicked off his shoes, and brought the steaming food to the kitchen. She followed, getting plates, silverware, and drinks—just waters—as he unpacked the bag. Once she sat down and opened her to-go boxes, she took a big sniff in. “Oh goddess, I forgot how good this smelled. I swear, every time I come back this early, I make sure to get some of this. Still the best Chinese food I’ve ever had.” Without further ado, she served herself and began stuffing her face.
“I’m going to miss them when they’re gone,” he said, opening his own to-go boxes and plating the food. “You at least can keep going back.”
“You’ll reap the benefits of that as well. Not every time I jumped back did I run into you,” she said. “Anyways, enough about time travel—I have spent waaay too much time lately explaining it and going over it over and and over again with Tyrone. Let’s have a normal married parent conversation, like about how your son recently told me that he wants—actually, that’s probably spoilers, isn’t it?”
He shrugged, his mouth full of food.
“Okay, then why don’t you tell me how work is these days?”
He swallowed, and started discussing it. He actually kind of relished having someone listen to him—Tyrone was never that interested—even though she mostly just nodded along and agreed with him.
From there, the conversation moved a bit more naturally. She was genuinely interested in his thoughts and ideas, asking lots of questions about himself, focusing a lot on the sort of person he was while so young.
And he returned the favor, starting to build a picture in his head of what this woman was actually like as a person, and not just someone who would show up occasionally to have sex or whatever. There were plenty of things she declined to talk about, but there were still plenty of broad strokes, and plenty of television and movies she could talk about in the same way that one would talk about anything someone had never seen.
After they were done with their early dinner, they returned to the living room, where she insisted on snuggling up with him on the couch—it was weird with her wearing his clothes, baggy on her body, but also kind of sexy, in a way—while they watched a movie from his collection that she hadn’t (somehow) seen.
It felt all very normal, even though by actual ages, she was probably a decade older than him.
As they finished the movie, and she got up to stretch, he wondered. “So, whenabouts are you from? If you can tell me that.”
“Hm,” she said, rolling her eyes up as she thought. “No, I know the year easily, I’m just trying to figure out if I can tell you, and I think I can, so long as you don’t remind me to keep the Anchor on always.” She looked down at him, smiling. “I’m from 2012.”
“You’re younger than I thought.”
“Keep in mind that I’m unstuck in time. I’m probably older than the year would suggest.” She glanced at a clock on the wall. “Say, any idea when Tyrone’ll be home? Maybe text him and ask him to maybe get home pretty late or something?”
She rubbed her forehead. “Sorry. You’ll get it, eventually. Eh, don’t worry about it; I wouldn’t mind seeing him looking young, either.” She wandered out of the room to use the bathroom.
As she was in there, the front door opened and Tyrone came in. “Hey,” he said, his voice heavy with defeat.
“Hey there,” Rory said, waving. “Uh, fair warning, Megan dropped in.”
“Thanks for letting me know,” he said. “You eat yet?”
“Yeah, she wanted Bamboo Wok, and I got you some.”
“I’m not going to complain about that!” he laughed, though still a little under the weather.
“Hey, everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just can’t make the equations work out.” He shrugged. “Like, I know they have to—I have living, breathing proof that’s stopped by a couple of times. But they just can’t add up all the way.”
Megan walked back into the living room at that point. “Oh, hey Doctor Williams. Goddess, you also look so young.”
“Doctor?” he asked, confused for a moment, then shook his head. “Never mind. Hi again, Megan. When are you from this time?”
“Late 2012,” she replied, obviously tensing up a bit. “I can’t tell you more.”
“Total chronitonic reversal, I get it.” He nodded. “Anyway, there’s an order of Bamboo Wok in there with my name on it, and I am hungry.”
“Hard day at the lab?”
“Nothing seems to work out. It’s really frustrating, because I know it will sooner or later.” He shook his head. “Food,” he said, then began walking to the kitchen.
She folded her arms and followed him. Curious, Rory got up to also follow. “You told me about this problem,” she said, walking into the kitchen as he got his food from the fridge, plated it, and put it in the microwave. “Not this one specifically, but that it was one of the problems with the whole Sphere Protocol, and if it weren’t for how entwined you are in the entire thing—you’re the key to one of the Pivots, after all—it’d be better to keep you in the dark and not have to invoke it.” She paused. “The fact that you recognized me means that I have invoked it, right?” She rolled her eyes into her head. “Because you first met me when I had Xavier with me, but I still haven’t actually done the invocation for that, so that checks out.” She looked back at him.
He nodded, plate in hand, standing while eating. “Yeah, though this is the first I’ve heard of a Pivot.”
“Don’t worry about it, then. That’s my past, obviously your future,” she said, almost a little too fast.
“Sphere Protocol?” Rory wondered.
She glanced at him. “That’s how he knew I was a time traveler. Will know. His future self gave me a message that only he would recognize as being from himself, which I will give to him in your past.”
“Ow,” Rory said, bringing a hand to his forehead.
“Time travel’s a bitch, ain’t it?” Tyrone said with a laugh. “Didn’t Douglas Adams have a few jokes about that, with different tenses and whatever?”
“Don’t know; I’ve never read it,” Megan replied. “Horrible gap, I know, but I just couldn’t get into the books after the movie was so bad.”
“Movie?” both Tyrone and Rory said at the same time.
She rubbed her forehead. “The problem with going back this far. I guess it hasn’t come out yet. Next thing I know I’m going to give away how many X-Men movies they’ve made.”
“We were just discussing that earlier, I thought?” Rory wondered.
“There are different things I can talk about with each of you,” she replied, shaking her head. “Anyways, Tyrone, we’re in June 2004, right?”
He finished chewing and swallowed. “Yes. Why?”
She looked at him, her voice low. “Aluminum.”
“What?” His eyes danced around as he thought about it. “Wait. Aluminum?” Back to looking at her. “There’s…”
“That’s all I know,” she replied with a shrug. “Cryptic message-passing through time.”
“An ontological paradox,” he said with a sigh. “How the hell does that even work? Also, what the hell is up with aluminum, and why would it—oh.” His eyes widened. “That. That actually might make sense. The photoconductivity just—“
“Spoilers,” she said with a laugh, holding up a hand to ward him off. “And even though I can remember a lot of these random things, I still don’t get what’s up with time travel. I leave that to you.”
“Yeah, I just.” He glanced between the two of them, then nodded. “Alright. After I’m done eating I’m going to head back to the lab and run some numbers. It’ll be a couple of hours, and I’m guessing you’ll be gone, Megan?”
“That’s the plan,” she said with a laugh, glancing back at Rory. “I’ve mostly been basking in not being pestered by kids all day. I think this was the first time I watched a movie without interruption and without falling asleep in months.”
Tyrone raised an eyebrow. “Not when you get unstuck normally?”
Megan drew in a sharp breath, and Rory figured it was probably too close to spoilers about the Anchor. He decided to step in to the conversation again. “Watching movies isn’t the only thing we like to do together.”
He nodded, finishing his dinner. “Okay, I get it.” He placed the plate on the counter and wiped his lips with a spare napkin. “Speaking of, I’ll get out of your way. Give you privacy and all.” He glanced at Megan. “And I’m guessing there’s a reason you’re wearing his clothes?”
“I popped in naked,” she said with a shrug. “Happens sometimes.”
“Hilarious. Rory, you should get your girlfriend some clothes, just in case that happens again.”
“And a high chair,” Megan added, glancing around the kitchen. “If I haven’t mentioned that one yet.”
“You have,” Rory said, rolling his eyes. “I’m just lazy.” He glanced over at Tyrone. “I hope it doesn’t bother you that we—“
“Nah, though I’d like more warning in general. You both need privacy, whatever. Megan gave me—will give me—the scoop on that.” He smiled, and walked out of the kitchen. “You lovebirds have fun. I have a time travel equation to solve.”
Within a few minutes, he was gone, and Rory found himself with Megan in his arms. “Lovebirds sounds like a whole lot of fun, to be honest. What say we head back to your bedroom and solve the clothing problem?”
She smiled up at him in such a winsome way, he decided to go for it, and kissed her. They melted into each other’s arms, then, and he was taken aback at just how good of a kisser she was. Practice, obviously, but it was a different experience from kissing her younger self.
They made out in the kitchen for several minutes, hands roaming each other’s bodies as they just enjoyed each other. But his need was getting too urgent, his hardness too obvious, and he smiled at her. “The bedroom sounds like a good idea.”
“You young people and your quick reaction times,” she said with a laugh, pulling away from him, looking at him enticingly, making her way back to his bedroom.
He followed her, closing the door behind him. She took no time in taking off her clothes, tossing them in the dirty clothes. He followed suit—grabbing the sex towel and putting it within easy reach on the floor—and they both climbed into the bed naked. “Please tell me you have lube, right?” she asked. “I…I don’t get quite as wet as I used to.”
“I have condoms,” he supplied, less than helpfully.
“We’re not using those,” she replied quickly, shaking her head.
“But I haven’t had a vasectomy yet!”
“That’s the point. I’m probably ovulating in the next day or two, by my count.”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “You’re going to get me pregnant tonight. At least, I’m pretty sure. The math checks out, though, with when the twins are born.”
She smirked. “Obviously, you have to cum in me twice to make that happen.”
“I’d uh…be happy to oblige,” he said with a laugh, leaning in to kiss her.
“I’m sure you will, and a young stallion like you will be able to,” she laughed back. Then a quick frown. “So…no lube.”