So, people have been asking for another chapter of this story, which is why I've written this! This will probably be the last chapter, but no worries, because...

I'm planning to write a multi-chaptered M-rated story with Yahiro/Megumi! I am looking forward to writing it hehe.

So here's the final chapter of "No Words"!

WARNING: Pregnant sex. Don't say I didn't warn you!

By the way, Megumi might seem sort of OOC here, but pregnant women act strange, so it makes sense... I hope!

Enjoy!

"Ne, Yahiro?"

Yahiro let out a grunt to let her know he was listening. Megumi bit her lip as she twisted her hands.

"Do you want to watch a movie with me tonight?" she asked, her eyes pleading for him to say yes. He cast her a single glance, before turning away.

"I'm busy."

"But Yahiro, you're almost never free," Megumi moved towards him and put a hand on his arm. "And besides-"

She let out a quiet gasp as he tore his arm out of her soft touch.

"I have some work to do," he muttered before throwing the newspaper down and running out of the living room. Megumi stood alone, hurt visible on her pretty face.

Yahiro stood on the other side of the door and took a deep breath.

I'm sorry, Megumi. This is for your own good.

Megumi sighed in frustration as she laid in bed, her small pink lips twisted downwards into an unsatisfied frown.

Lately, what with the baby in her stomach and all, Yahiro had been so distant. It was beginning to affect Megumi emotionally. She missed cuddling and getting hugs and… getting more than that. Quite frankly, she was starting to feel unloved… and fat. She sighed as she took a peek at her swelling belly and gently rubbed it.

…maybe Yahiro finds me disgusting now.

The shocking revelation had never hit her until now… but it made sense!

Yahiro had recently refused to touch her. At all. Normally, it was understandable that the Saiga heir didn't want to do mushy things like hold hands in public, but even when Megumi asked for a massage, he went out and bought a whole massage chair.

When she asked for a backrub, he hired the best masseuse to come in and give it to her.

When she wanted to snuggle with him on the couch, he abruptly stood and said he had to shower.

When she guided his hand to her stomach, his other hand 'accidentally' spilled some water on himself and had to go change.

Suddenly, all of these little details seemed very clear to Megumi.

Maybe… Maybe Yahiro won't do those things anymore with me because… because I'm too fat and gross now.

Tears began to fill Megumi's eyes and soon, she began to sob.

Yahiro was looking over a document, when the sounds of his wife crying reached his ears. He immediately panicked, and dropping his document, ran to the bedroom.

"Megumi!" he ran to her. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Does your stomach hurt?"

"Why?"

Yahiro blinked as Megumi looked up at him, eyes watering.

"Why don't you want to do it with me anymore?" Megumi bawled. "Is it because I've gotten fat?"

Yahiro could only stare, gulping as he saw those large, innocent brown eyes filled with tears, begging for something not so innocent.

"N- Now… Megumi…" he licked his dry lips. "Just… Just calm down, have some rest, and you'll-"

"I don't want rest," her voice lowered, and Yahiro could have sworn he heard a seductive tone in her voice. "I just want…"

On the floor, Megumi began to crawl towards him, her button-up shirt starting to get undone by her slender fingers, one by one.

"I just want you, Yahiro," she begged, hands reaching for his shirt as well.

Yahiro swiftly backed away. "Stop this, Megumi. It's… It's just the hormones talking. You don't actually want this."

Megumi simply stared… then lowered her hands. She bowed her head, then scooted her knees to herself (well, as best as she could, since her stomach was getting in the way). Yahiro hesitated as he saw her crouched into a ball, refusing to look him in the eye.

"…Megumi?" he coughed and cleared his throat; his voice had come out huskier than he would have liked.

"You can say it," she said bitterly. "You just find me disgusting now."

"That is not true-"

"You already thought I was pretty overweight, even when we first started dating," she snorted. "I'm an idiot."

"No, Megumi, I-"

"Am I that undesirable now?" she whimpered, eyes filling with tears as she buried her face between her knees. "I thought-"

"No, listen, Megumi, I do want-"

"Sorry I couldn't stay in maid uniforms forever," she murmured softly, pressing a palm against her eyes. "I guess I wouldn't mind if you had to go out and buy a woman to satisf-"

"Would you listen to me for a minute, woman?! I want to have sex with you!"

The room was so quiet, one could have heard a pin drop. Megumi blinked.

Okay… that had been completely unexpected. But…

Megumi wearily turned to him, looking downcast. "You don't need to lie for my sake, Yahiro, I-"

"I…" Yahiro swiftly interrupted, then lowered his head, flushed. "I should probably be honest. Megumi… there's a reason I'm too afraid to get near you."

"What? What reason could possibly-?"

"I'm disgusting, Megumi!"

Yahiro's fist flew through the air, into the wall next to him. Megumi let out a tiny 'eep!' before staring at him in confusion. He collapsed, squatting on the ground, his head hidden in his hands.

"What… What do you… mean?"

Yahiro looked away, ashamed.

"Yahiro?"

She won't judge you. Remember? This is Megumi.

"I… I…" Yahiro mumbled something under his breath and she crawled closer to the squatting man, gently taking his wrists. He flinched, but this time, Megumi knew better than to back away.

"Yahiro…" she murmured, relishing in the fact that she was able to touch him, but soon, he pushed her away again.

"D- Don't come near me," he begged. "I'm disgusting, Megumi."

"What are you saying?" she shook her head. "You could never be, Yahiro. You're Yahiro, the one I love."

"Don't say that…" he lowered his head. "I… you can't…"

"…Yahiro…?"

"I…" he struggled to speak.

"Say it, Yahiro," Megumi whispered, grasping his hand. He bit his lower lip, unable to open his mouth.

"Yahiro…. Yahiro, please-"

"N- No… I… you don't want…"

"Yahiro…"

"Stop… I'm going to…"

"Yahiro, please tell me, I-"

"I have a pregnancy fetish, dammit!"

Megumi could only blink rather owlishly… and then something surprising happened.

Saiga Megumi got angry.

"You idiot!" she smacked him over the head with her tiny fist. He looked up in surprise.

"You… You!" she shrieked.

"Megumi, your voice, your voice!" he snapped back. "Careful!"

"I have never been so offended!" she retorted, clearly not caring at the moment. "I'm pregnant and I want to make love, and you even have a pregnancy fetish… and you refuse to touch me?! How does this make sense, Saiga Yahiro?!"

"You don't understand!" he yelled back, looking very flushed; he clearly never expected having to reveal his secret. "I… I… I have a lot of… a lot of weird thoughts, okay?!"

"…eh?" Megumi blinked in confusion. Yahiro was almost turning purple.

"I want… I want to do a lot of inappropriate things that would… that would probably scare you!" he grabbed his hair, hiding his face between his knees. "Oh, God… don't look at me."

Megumi, however, couldn't obey him. She simply stared at him, then finally tilted her head.

"How…?"

He refused to look up.

"How what?" came his muffled voice.

"How could you have this… this desire, and never act on it?" she asked quietly. "Weren't… Didn't it… I mean, wasn't it painful?"

Yahiro finally raised his head to look into his wife's very serious eyes.

Megumi… You've really grown into a woman…

"…excruciating," he finally admitted. "But, uh… there are ways, Megumi."

Her eyes immediately widened, saddening. Yahiro's eyes widened as well as he realized what it looked like he had implied.

"Not like that!" he burst out. "I didn't do it with anyone else! I just… um… I had to… rely on myself."

Megumi continued to stare in confusion.

…well, maybe not completely into a woman…

Yahiro sighed.

"Look… those… those times when I said I had to shower… and… uh, change and stuff… uh… I had to go… relieve myself… you know… on my own."

And then it dawned on Megumi, who turned magenta.

"O- Oh!"

"So… So stop tempting me," he begged, refusing to look her in the eye. "Please."

"Why shouldn't I?"

I did not just hear her say that.

"But, Megumi-"

The small woman gave him a fierce glare. "You're my husband! What's wrong with sleeping with you?"

Yahiro had to lower his head and take some deep breaths.

"D- Don't," he warned. "You're going to tempt me into doing things you'll hate me for. I- I've been having some really strange fantasies, Megumi, you don't want-"

Megumi shut him up with a kiss and began to fumble with his shirt. Yahiro's eyes dilated slightly.

"Megumi…" his voice lowered as he gently held her away. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Please," she begged. "Don't make me keep waiting."

Secretly, Yahiro wouldn't have been able to stop anyways, and hearing Megumi's answer only encouraged him.

Megumi, rather shockingly, put her small hand over the pulsing bulge in Yahiro's pants. Normally, she would never be so bold, but she missed sleeping with Yahiro so much, she was starting to ache for that certain part of his anatomy. He grasped her slender shoulders, forcing himself to keep breathing. It had been so long since he had felt Megumi's feathery touch near his sensitive area.

"Do you feel it?" he hissed, grinding himself into Megumi's hand. "This is what you do to me, Megumi."

She continued to boldly press her hand against him as he rocked himself into her palm.

"Yahiro…" she murmured, cheeks turning pink. He ceased his rocking and hungrily took her lips in his own. Megumi let out a small whimper as his tongue skillfully stroked her own, inciting pleasure in a way she hadn't felt before.

Yahiro wasn't sure if this was one of his fantasies again or not, but damn, Megumi's mouth felt good against his own. It had been so long.

He encased her small body within his own, desperately kissing her more. He needed to have her… he needed to own her.

His hands slowly traveled down… Megumi broke away, gasping.

"W- Wait…" she begged. "Be careful… please, Yahiro… I'm… I'm a little sensitive now…"

Yahiro swiftly picked up the short woman before laying her on the bed, gently setting her down like the princess she was to him. He drank in her beautiful image. Her lips were swollen, her eyes slightly starry, her long, honey-colored hair was messily in disarray before him.

She was a goddess… and he would take her, or he would surely die.

Yahiro seriously wondered how he had been able to go on this long without touching Megumi. Now, every caress, every embrace seemed so necessary in his life.

He finished undoing the buttons on Megumi's shirt, and his eyes widened.

"Th- They grew a little… didn't they?" Megumi couldn't help but to look embarrassed. Yahiro's eyes darkened and he hovered over her, trying to force his breathing to slow down.

"H- Hold on."

Megumi blinked in surprise as Yahiro shakily got off the bed.

"Yahiro? What's wrong?"

"…my pants are going to end up killing me at this rate."

Megumi's eyes widened and she turned even redder. "Oh!"

Yahiro practically tore his slacks off before he returned and pinned Megumi to the bed. A secret thrill ran through the woman as she saw the hungry gaze he gave to her breasts. He shakily touched one, relishing how the C-cup felt in his hand.

"Itadakimasu," he murmured. Her eyes shot open.

"Yahiro, what are you-? Oh!"

Megumi immediately clutched his head as he began to gently lick her nipple… then take it into his mouth and suck on it firmly.

"W- Wait, Yahiro!" she cried. "If you do that… If you do that… I'm going to…!"

Yahiro continued to eagerly suck, his tongue finding elaborate ways to stimulate her nipple, until finally…

Megumi let out a cry as white liquid began to dribble out. Yahiro lapped it up, his breath hot and heavy on her chest. The next few minutes, Megumi continued to let out mewls and cries of pleasure as Yahiro continued to stimulate her breasts, his mouth eagerly searching for the warm milk from her teat.

Yahiro suddenly paused, eyes widening. The shame filling his eyes was staring to become evident, but Megumi, immediately catching on, fiercely grabbed him.

"That felt good!" she blurted out. Yahiro stared in shock as Megumi turned scarlet.

"I mean… just… please don't stop, Yahiro," she whimpered. "I've been so lonely… I want to feel one with you again."

"Megumi…" Yahiro almost began to sob as he kissed her again. "Megumi… Megumi…"

Suddenly, a forbidden thought crept into his mind again, and he swallowed.

"Can… Can I…?"

"Yes!" she said quickly. He took a deep breath.

"All right…" he managed out, and gently slid her skirt down her legs. Megumi instinctively tightened her legs together.

"M- Megumi?"

"Wait… I'll do it."

Yahiro had to bite down a smile as she hesitantly lowered her panties, revealing herself to him.

"D- Don't stare," she begged. Yahiro reluctantly tore his eyes away from her secret area and simply smiled at her. He held out his hand, which she accepted. He gently helped her up so that they were kneeling, facing each other.

"Megumi?"

She blinked and looked at him.

"…thank you," he whispered softly, and she smiled back at him. Her slender fingers came to his waistband… and slowly slid his boxers down too.

It was amazing how much the couple had progressed; when they had first connected as one, it had been shy, awkward… this time, they were more willing, more open to each other. She raised her eyes and gave him a brave look.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Could you… turn around?"

Megumi gave him a surprise glance, but obediently did as she was asked, her back to him as she continued to stay kneeling on the bed. Yahiro took a deep breath, then slowly slid his arms around her from behind.

"Y- Yahiro?"

"Shhh… let's just stay like this for a little."

Megumi willingly relished how it felt in his embrace, their bodies nakedly pressed against each other, his skin warm and smooth against hers.

He gently rocked her… and soon, this intimate, gentle dance caused even more blood flow in his groin area. He took a deep breath, before he lined himself up to her secret wetness. Her eyes widened when his hands gently spread her thighs.

"Yahi-!"

She was cut off with a moan of surprise as she felt him penetrate her from behind. Her eyes popped open in surprise.

There were positions like this? How strange… she had never seen nor experienced it before and yet… she was starting to enjoy the way his arms came around, one of them fondling her left breast… while the other…

Megumi couldn't explain why, but both she and Yahiro were starting to get aroused with the way he was rubbing her swollen belly. He soothingly cupped it, his palm rubbing circles over the widened expanse of skin. He continued to thrust into her slowly, his hands protectively keeping her stomach safe.

"Y- Yahiro!" she cried out finally, her head flung back onto his shoulder. He took the opportunity to capture his lips within his own, his hands continuing to desperately seek out the warmth of her stomach. Megumi continued to arch, the orgasm streaking through her body. She finally subsided, limp, as she breathed heavily.

Yahiro's hand gently tilted her forward, and Megumi blinked in surprise when she found herself on all fours. Megumi struggled to look behind her in confusion.

Wait… what is he…

Her next thought died as he continued to gently move in and out of her, his hands still lovingly cupping her stomach.

"Yahiro!" she cried out, her hands fisting on their bed. He bent his body over her, pressing himself in deeper.

"Shh… focus on me," he murmured. "Just on me."

How could she focus on anything else? Her world now was just her and Yahiro… just them.

She squealed as he grunted and finally, holding himself in her, still stroking her stomach, the two of them came together this time. She cried out his name as she felt herself letting go, her arms finally collapsing. He easily caught her before her stomach touched the bed, and slowly withdrew from her. He gently laid her down on her back, and crawled up next to her so that they were eye to eye.

"Are you okay?" his voice was low, worried. He clearly expected the worst from her. She simply smiled at him.

"I love you, Yahiro," she smiled at him reassuringly. "All of you."

"But one part in particular, right?" he smirked devilishly. Her eyes widened and she quickly hid her face in the pillow.

"Stupid Yahiro," she mumbled. He laughed, gently kissed her temple, and clutching her hand, the two began to drift to sleep.