It was a complete surprise, but the two made it two years. No one was more surprised the Virginia at the prospect. Francis had been perfect to her and had treated her since their first date. The man's patience wasn't any better then it had been before they started dating, but his anger had cooled some since they got together. His mother, May, loved her and always welcomed her warmly into her home, mothering her in a way she hadn't had in a long time. It made her feel special. Francis wasn't so lucky with her father then she was with his mother. Robert had done the typical 'you hurt her no one will find the body' thing when they first started dating, so did Richie, and had been pleasant to the man in-spite of his criminal back-round. It all went to hell when the two had thought they had been alone at Virginia's house and had sex with her door unlocked. Robert had walked in right when Hotstreak had been shooting his seed into her unprotected. Virginia had been grounded for three weeks and they couldn't see each other for four weeks. It had been a bitch to explain that she was on Richie's special made birth control, specifically designed for meta's. The two still had sex, just not at Robert's house.

Now, Robert couldn't say or do anything because Virginia just turned eighteen three days ago. Francis had gotten her a promise ring, claiming her as his for the world to see, Richie got her three comic books and a rare video game she'd been looking for, Sharon got her a box of condoms that they honestly didn't use, and Adam got her a note book. The note book was the cheapest thing that she had gotten, but she loved it as much as the jade ring wrapped around her ring finger. Currently, she was over at Francis's apartment, the one he moved into, bent over his couch as pounded into her. The pyro was hitting all the right spots as pounded into her, hitting her cervix repeatedly.

"Harder, Frankie, harder," Virginia screamed out, clawing the couch as he fucked her.

"God, you feel so good," Francis replied, slamming into the tight heat that was his lover. One hand clutched at her hip while the other gripped one of her shoulders tightly. The grip was completely bruising and would leave a mark on the dark beauty that was being fucked. In minutes, he shot his seed deep within her, filling her womb and making her climax, gushing their juices down her legs.

"God, Francis, we gotta stop usin' the back of yer couch, people sit here," Virginia panted out, leaving heavily on the couch.

"Not my fault the stupid thing is the perfect size to fuck you over," Francis replied pulling out of her with a wet squelch. Virginia blushed at the sound before standing up. She let loose a sigh and turned the lights back on with her powers. Francis had found out two months into their relationship that she was 'Static' and had kept the secret almost religiously.

"Yeah, yeah, spazoid, not like we have a bed or a table to fuck on or anything," Virginia grumbled before walking over to a towel conveniently left near by to whip away their juices. Virginia had always been a gusher, which Francis found completely sexy. The hero whipped up before moving around the couch to sit on it.

"Pfft, you bitch about fuckin' on it and you sit on it naked, hypocrite," Francis said before moving to sit next to her.

"Shut up hothead," Virginia replied, sticking her tongue out at him. Francis leaned down and kissed her, one hand going to cup one of her breasts. He squeezed gently, rubbing a thumb over the nipple. Virginia moaned into his mouth, her pussy twitching with interest.

"Wanna 'nother round sparky?" Francis asked when they pulled away from each other.

"Always hothead," Virginia said, one hand going over to jerk his half raised length to full mast.

"Come ride me, pretty girl," Francis said, leaning back onto couch. Virginia grinned and scooted over before throwing one leg over the red head. Her hand guided the twitching length back into her slicked tunnel before she sat down on him. Virginia moaned in pleasure, pressing her breasts against his broad, strong, chest. Francis grinned, grabbing her hips before he started bouncing the deceptively delicate girl on his cock. Virginia moaned louder, her hands wondering to his shoulders to hold on as she was bounced widely on Francis's overly large length. Virginia hadn't really known the normal length of one until Richie explained it to her. When the blond had asked how big Francis was, Virginia had shrugged and said about eleven inches. Richie had gaped and said that wasn't normal. Virginia had shrugged again as if it was no big deal.

"So good," Virginia moaned out, helping Francis slam her on his cock.

"Still a wonder I fit all up in that tight little pussy of yers," Francis grunted out before latching onto one of her breasts, sucking the nipple hungrily. Idly he wondered how her breasts would look if milk leaked out. That thought led him to the thought of Virginia all big with his baby. The thought struck him from mind to cock and made him start thrusting faster and harder into the tight body riding him.

"Nngh," Virginia grunted out, her dark eyes rolling in her head as the thrusting increased. He pulled off of her to speak.

"Gonna fill you up 'till you pop," Francis moaned out, his hips pounding into the body slamming onto him.

"Oh, oh, OH!" Virginia screamed out, clawing at his back while pleasure coursed through her. Francis slammed her down harshly several more times before she came so hard her back bowed back, exposing her throat and breasts to the air. Francis grunted himself before shooting up into her, the thought of her getting pregnant making him shot more then normal. The pyro wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her in place on his cock as he leaned into her chest, nuzzling her perfect breasts unconsciously. Virginia slouched on him, her cheek resting on his head as her body twitched in pleasure. Silently, she wondered what had happened to make that particular session so intense.

A few days later, she went to hang out with Richie, they had already graduated from Dakota high, and explained the situation to him. Richie, who had finally moved in with Luke right after he told his father he was gay, had a contemplative look on his face. He was just as curious as she was as to Francis's thought process.

"I swear, its like he want's me pregnant or something," Virginia huffed out. It took a second, but both of their eyes lit up at the thought.

"Naw, he couldn't be, he knows you don't want to be a statistic, Virg," Richie said.

"Yeah, but it would explain why he want's to have sex at every opportunity available and why he gets this weird look in his eyes when he's suckling at my breasts," Virginia said. Richie made a slight face at the image of breasts, specifically the thought of his best friends.

"You might be right. Do you want to get pregnant?" Richie asked. Virginia thought about it for a few long moments.

"Yes, but not now, I'm too young and I don't really have a job yet. Plus, we're starting college soon," Virginia said.

"Soon as in winter term Virg, you and I decided to take a brake remember?" Richie said.

"I know, Rich, I know. I just don't know about all that is all," Virginia said, looking put out.

"It'll be okay Virg, you'll see," Richie said, rubbing the girls back gently.

"Thanks Rich," Virginia replied. When the dark haired girl wasn't looking, Richie made a very, very, ugly face, not liking the thought process his mind was going down. It wasn't like he could stop it either, with how computer like his brain was. Virg had always been pretty insistent on having a job and being married before popping out a couple of kids. In-spite of her views on her gender fluidity, the one thing she had always wanted was kids, and a lot of them. She hadn't told anyone about how many she wanted, baring Richie of course, she wanted at least five. Hotstreak wanting them now just made Virginia's own desires come forth more dramatically. Virginia wouldn't of course, in-spite of how much she wanted one, Robert, her father, would kill her before that happened.

Virginia left two hours later, after both of them gorged themselves on video-games and left over pizza. Both had some pent up aggression that they needed to get ride of and video games seemed to be the safest way to go without accidentally hurting someone. Patrol's usually helped as well, but they'd been on a dry spell for the last week and a half. It probably had something to do with Adam and Sharon's up coming wedding and Ebon wanting to make sure it went smoothly for his baby brother. Ebon got rather pyschotic when it came to two people, Adam and Shiv, nothing would ruin Adam's day or the week's leading up to it. Though they actually wedding wasn't for another two months.

Virginia idly thought on her sister's wedding as she made her way back to Hotstreak's apartment, wondering if she should be nice and actually wear the dress her sister had picked out, as she was the maid of honor or whatever. It was a frilly little thing in white that stopped just above the knees and had five inch heels that went with it. None of the other bridesmaid's dresses looked like hers, and Virginia had been rather miffed with it. The other dresses came to the knees as well but were all simple and a nice shade of medium dark blue. Sometimes, the hero hated her sister for wanting things she was unwilling to give. It didn't take long for Virginia to show back up at her boyfriend's apartment. When she got there, the place was empty of her boyfriend, which wasn't that odd considering he had work in the afternoons. Without really caring, Virginia stripped down to her under shirt and boy short panties on her way to the bed room, wanting to take a good look at her self in the full length mirror there.

Virginia ended up staring at her self for several long minutes, imagining what a dress would look like on her, having not worn one since she was really little. The picture in her head morphed into one where she was very pregnant. The image was a little off, so VIrginia went to the bed and grabbed a small pillow before mashing it as small as it would go to fit under her shirt. The hero looked long and hard at the image before pulling the pillow back out with a sigh. Virginia walked back to the bed and curled up on it, cuddling it to her medium sized chest. Everyone wanted her to do things she either didn't want or wasn't ready for. Sharon wanted her to be a pretty little girl, while simultaneously wanting her to go be an independent women who was highly educated. Her pops wanted her to be highly educated as well, but mostly happy. Richie wanted her to be herself but if she was, she'd be screwed, and Hotstreak wanted her filled with babies.

Tears weld up in Virginia's eyes as the thought really struck her. Silently, she wondered if the only reason Hotstreak was with her was because he wanted a safe person to pop out his babies. Normally, Hotstreak wasn't that cruel, at least not to her, but it was rather obvious that he wanted her all bare foot and pregnant. The thought ended up haunting the poor hero for a solid twenty minutes, making her wallow in doubt and self pity. The two had been together for two years, yes, but most of that time was spent having sex. The pyro did take Virginia out and about, but usually suffered through it with loud complaints or disgusted grunts. He really didn't like the Sifi stuff she did, preferring action or horror. When neither of them had money, Virginia preferred video games or, if the weather permitted, spending time out doors. Hotstreak wanted to fuck her into oblivion. Virginia did like having sex with Francis, he was really good and usually managed to get her off multiple times, but it was getting a little old.

In that moment, Virginia's tears fell, soaking her dried cheeks and chin. She pressed her face into her pillow, sobbing as quietly as she could. It was a technique she taught herself after mother died, sobbing into a pillow to muffle her sobs. Not that anyone in the house would hear her, considering that no one was home besides her. In that moment, Virginia really wished she had a puppy to snuggle with, particularly that little beagle puppy she saw at the pet-store a while ago. As her tears continued, other thoughts flooded her mind, making her sob a little bit harder. The harshness of being a female super hero, being in her relationship, the stresses she was facing in the future, particularly with collage and with finding a job. The girl had been working on and off, but because of her super hero duties, she got fired. Not that anyone outside family knew who she was. It was just getting hard.

Richie actually had fun with being a hero, thinking of it as more of a game than anything else. He was a good person and did want to help the city, but the problem was that he didn't have a reason for being a hero outside of Virginia being one. Virginia didn't want anyone to know the pain of loosing a parent to violence, which is why Robert kept letting her fight, he knew that pain. Richie wasn't a fighter either, Virginia was. The majority of her family was, and so could hold their own, even if they weren't good at fist fighting. It scared her that Richie was going out there so unprepared, even more so then she was. Virginia felt a fresh wave of tears pour out of her eyes at the thought of Richie dying cause she couldn't save him. Of course, the thought of death made her think of her family dying because of her own inaction to do anything.

Virginia ended up crying for an hour before falling asleep, her body exhausted from the release she rarely aloud herself. Francis found her like that, curled around a pillow with dried tear tracks on her pretty face. The pyro instantly got mad, thinking that someone made her cry before the more logical side of his brain pointed out that his girlfriend wouldn't cry over something as trivial as name calling or bullying. It took a lot to make Virginia let loose and cry, usually something horrible that happened to her or a loved one. Francis hoped it wasn't her family or her friends, cause honestly, he really couldn't handle a crying women well. His mother didn't count. The fact that Virginia was so straight forward with her feelings and wants, plus being pretty low maintenance made her the perfect girlfriend for the pyro. He honestly didn't think she wanted to go anywhere or do anything because she really didn't voice it.

Or he thought until his mother called earlier to ask what was wrong with her. Mary had told him that she saw Virginia earlier looking ready to burst into tears and asked him if they had a fight. In the last two years of them being together, they had never really fought. Oh, they had some minor skirmishes, but not enough to warrant sever enough problems to make Virginia cry. He told his mother such, confusion clear in his voice. Then Mary asked if they were actually going on dates at all, knowing her son was one of the most unromantic people she knew. Francis confirmed her fears by saying no. The disappointed sigh she gave him, made the pyro frown, an uncomfortable feeling lodging in his stomach. Mary had to then explain to her idiot son that in-spite of Virginia not voicing her opinions on going out every once in a while, she did want it to happen. Sex wasn't a cure all end all, especially considering that Virginia grew up in a home that were really strong on good morals.

Guilt had flooded the pyro then and on his way home from work he got some take out from her favorite place and three red roses. The tear's on his women's face only made his guilt flair up even worse. He wasn't quit sure why, but he would find out so he could fix it. Hotstreak slipped of his own cloths, aside from his boxers, and curled up with Virginia on the bed. One of his large hands slid over her hip, landing on her abdomen for several long moments, his thumb unconsciously rubbing right below her navel, before sliding down to the mattress, holding her to him. His other hand slid under Virginia's body to cross over her chest, the hand landing on the highest breast in the air, squeezing it softly through the bra. The hero's nipple pebbled under the gentle squeeze, making Hotstreak smirk.

The pyro was startled when Virginia moved around in his arms, so they were face to face. The women's dark chocolate eyes staring at him for a few long moments. Her eyes didn't give anything away, though the gaze did hold a sense of giving up to them. Virginia's hands slid between them and she pushed him on to his back. Francis grinned as he rolled to his scarred back, liking where this was going. Virginia reached into his boxers, squeezing his length with one delicate hand. Her own calloused fingers rubbed underneath his sensitive head, delicately rubbing the shaft to get him hard. It wasn't long before she started moving her hand, jerking his cock to get it hard. Francis finished hardening in her hand almost instantly, moaning softly as her calloused thumb rubbed his head, smearing pre-cum over the tip.

Virginia's other hand helped her up so she could straddle her larger, more, brutish lover. The same hand moved the crotch of her panties to the side before she slid herself onto his now throbbing cock. Without saying a word, Virginia grabbed both of his hands, lacing them with hers before she started moving, rocking her hips in slow, rhythmic movements. In moments she started bouncing, gasping in pleasure as she did so. Her panting breaths were light and rhythmic as she rode her larger lover. Virginia knew what she was doing, especially now. She had meant to talk to Richie about this earlier, meant to call, but she was wrapped up in her own self pity to remember such things. Silently, she wondered if this was the right decision, having a child was a lot of work. Her father, Sharon, Adam and Richie would be pissed that she didn't get her birth control pills today, though the affects would wear off around one o'clock in the afternoon. She had meant to get more from Richie, the special little pills that were so exact that they wore off the day and hour the box said they did. Richie was a genius after all and Virginia had been using his little experimental pills for the last two years. Well, they were experimental up until six months ago when Richie got them pattoned and started selling them.

The hero was planning a long session with her boyfriend, hopefully for a possible pregnancy. It wasn't ideal, but she would get more help if she was expecting a child, especially from the local college that she was planning to go too. Before her thoughts could go any further, Francis unlaced one of their hands to reach up and pull her bra down. He re-laced their hands as soon as he could clearly watch her dark breasts bounce. Virginia let loose a sigh, pausing in her movements briefly so she could unhook her bra. Francis had a weird obsession with watching and fondling her breasts while they had sex. Plus, he would always suckle them, even if they weren't fucking like crazy. The girl looked down at her lover, giving him a questioning look. Hotstreak grinned before burning off her panties, loving when she let him do that. When they got back into their rhythm, Virginia started thrusting a little harder, bouncing her hips a little faster, tightening her insides in all the ways Francis loved.

Francis moaned in appreciation, bucking his hips up to thrust in deep, wanting her pleasure as well. However, a niggling sensation started bombarding the back of his mind, warning him that it was a trap. It was a trap Virginia used regularly, a trap he could necessarily get out of. When Virginia wanted something, like truthful answers, she'd roll on top of him, tightening and squeezing her body just right, fucking him at a pace that drove him crazy before getting all the answers she wanted from him. It worked time and time again and Francis would do nothing to stop it, loving the feeling of her bouncing on top of him, squeezing the life out of his cock with her perfect pussy. It angered him, but he liked being fucked so hard and well a lot more than his anger. He'd pour out more seed when she was like this, filling her up so full that she would twitch for hours after words.

"So, how many children do you want?" Virginia asked, breaking his thoughts. Francis green eyes snapped to her, widening at her question. Before he could make a snappy comeback, she slammed herself onto his cock several times, making the head slam into her cervix entrance repeatedly. Francis moaned loudly, squeezing her hands tightly before answering.

"Seven," Francis grunted out, moving his hips to get deeper again. Virginia smiled.

"Is that why we only have sex?" Virginia asked, slamming down on him repeatedly. Francis moaned, though his eyes widened.

"I, uh, I take you out," Francis replied breathlessly. Virginia had a lot more control over her breathing then he thought, her voice not shaking as she fucked him hard. Pants still came from her full lips, but they seemed almost delicate.

"Only when I, or Richie, prompt you. I don't mind going out a lot, oooohhhh, you need money to pay yer bills, along with helping your mom. Oooohhhh, but when we are, yeeessss, are just hangin' out, all you want to do is fuck. Its like yer tryin' to get me pregnant now," Virginia said, quickening her pace.

"You don't want to have babies?" Hotstreak asked breathlessly, his hips moving along with Virginia's quickening pace.

"I do, I want five. Ooooohhhhh, but, but I wanna wait a little, at least so I can get a job, maybe get, yeeeessss, married first," Virginia said between breathless moans.

"I can, *grunt* take care of you and a baby. I'll, *grunt* work full time," Francis called out, trying to unlace their hands so he could grip her wide hips. Virginia's eyes rolled as she let him grip her hips. Her own hands found perches on Francis's broad chest. They moved together for several long moments, pleasure coursing through them in harsh waves.

"W-what if I s-still want to w-work? W-will you stop me f-from it? From going to school?" Virginia asked, her hips slapping down on Francis's slender hips.

"I'll let ya, c-cause it'll make ya h-happy. Yer goin' to school, e-even if I have to drag ya there kickin' and screamin,'" Francis snarled out. His own hips thrust into her so hard, that the tip of his length pressed into her cervix so hard it slid in. Virginia let loose a scream, her body tightening automatically. Francis yelled right after her, his back arching into a bow. They paused for a moment, looking at each other in panting breaths. Virginia started slamming down, her pleasure skyrocketing. Francis grunted in his own pleasure, bouncing his women harshly onto him.

"YES, YES, YES, YES!" Virginia screamed out, her hands digging into Francis broad chest, leaving red lines where her nails had dug in. Francis continued slamming her onto him, his throbbing cock sliding harshly in and out of her cervix, his tip kissing the entrance of her womb repeatedly.

"HARDER, HARDER!" Virginia called out, as Francis grunted, loudly, in pleasure, his length slamming into her at bruising strength. Before anything could happen, Francis rolled them so he was on top, getting a deeper angle into her entrance. Virginia screamed again, her legs wrapping tightly around Francis as he fucked her like an animal.

"OH, OH, OH, OOOOOHHHHHH," Virginia screamed as she climaxed, harder then she had in a long time. The tightening of her entrance was too much for Francis and he shot ropes upon ropes of his boiling seed into her, pouring it all into her womb.

"Yeess," Francis hissed out, shoving himself as deep as possible into her, his tip plugging up her cervix. It helped that he collapsed on-top of her, pressing their pelvis together tightly. His hands were gripping so hard, it was hurting her, but Virginia didn't care, her legs loosened from around his waist, flopping down to frame his hips and legs. Both were panting heavily, twitching from the pleasure they both just experienced.

"Wow," Virgil said.

"Yeah. So, you want five kids?" Francis asked.

"Yeah, I do," Virgil replied, tightening her inner muscles to try and milk more out of his soften cock.

"But you want to wait a little bit?" Francis asked before burring his face into Virginia's neck, kissing and biting so he could leave his marks along her slender neck.

"I just, I don't want them to not have anything, like food or cloths. If either of us don't have a steady job, how are we going to take care of that? I can't go to school, look after a kid, work and do hero work, I'm not that strong Francis, even if I pretend to be," Virginia said, turning her head, giving Francis better access and to avoid looking him in the eyes. Francis pulled back slightly, putting his hands under him to look into her face. The position pushed his large length further into Virginia's tunnel, making her grunt in return.

"What makes you think I can't take care o' you and the baby? You know I would, plus I'll be there to help with them as well. You wont be alone with raising our babies. And as for gettin' married, what the hell do you think that rings fer? Decoration?" Francis said, grabbing Virginia's chin to look her in the eyes.

"You want to get married?" Virginia asked.

"Of course," Francis replied.

"T-to me?" Virginia asked quietly. While Virginia was confidant in her looks and how she perceived herself, she had a low esteem when it came to thinking that people wanted her. Francis gave her an odd look.

"Who else would I fuckin' marry? Yer the only one good enough," Francis replied. Virginia smiled up her lover before leaning up to kiss him. The pyro kissed back, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tangling with her own. Virginia made a happy sound into the kiss, loving how their mouths fit together so well. They pulled back.

"Sharon's gonna be pleased, she's wanted to get me into a dress for years," Virginia said with a laugh.

"Ain't ya wearin' a dress at her weddin'?" Francis asked.

"Unfortunately, stupid things all pouffy and frilly, and completely unlike the other bridesmaids dresses. Which are all a simple medium dark blue," Virginia said with a scowl.

"Oh yeah, that ugly white thing that looks likes a dolls dress. We'll get ya a white tux for the event, make her steam," Francis said.

"Heh, she'll be pissed and it's her day, not mine. I'll talk to her about it, so no worries," Virginia said, wrapping one leg around Francis's leg.

"Good, we have to talk more to, babe and be more honest with each other. I should've told ya I wanted kids right away, my family's always had kids a little early and I really want to see ya pregnant with my kid," Francis confessed to his lover before he nipped at her neck.

"I have a confession too," Virgil said quietly.

"Hmm?" Francis asked out, nibbling on her neck.

"I've been off birth control for the last three days. The effects of them have worn off at around one PM today," Virginia said sheepishly. Francis paused in his nibbling before pulling back, giving her a wide eyed look. Virginia had been off her birth control before, but only so she could regulate herself. She usually got off of it the week during her 'heat period'. It was the period of time right before her menstruation happened.

"Yer off yer stuff?" Francis asked.

"More like the fact that I ran out and I forgot to talk to Richie about getting more," Virginia replied, her sheepish look deepened. She wasn't really expecting Francis to harden inside of her, filling out her tunnel with his hardening flesh.

"Yer gonna get pregnant," Francis said, his voice gruff with lust.

"Maybe?" Virginia replied, one brow quirked challengingly. Francis started thrusting into her wildly, the thought of her filled with his child made him somewhat crazy. Virginia wrapped her legs around him and let him pound into her throbbing body, her hands clawing at his back as he thrusted. She let loose several loud moans as he pumped into her, pleasure rivaling the dull throb of pain her groin was giving her. She had gotten used to slightly rough sex with Francis, and discovered awhile back that it would have uncomfortable anyway, considering the shear size of Francis's cock. But it still felt so good, especially when he hit the entrance of her womb in the way that she liked.

"You feel so good, wrapped around my cock," Francis grunted into her ear. ' "Nngh," Virginia replied, bucking into him.

"Yer so perfectly tight," Francis grunted out, slamming into her, the tip of his length hitting the entrance of her womb pleasantly.

"It's only cause yer big," Virginia grunted back, her legs untangling from his waist to hike themselves higher to let him get a better angle.

"Yer beautiful," Francis murmured back as he grasped her hips, lifting them up to try and get deeper.

"Can't fit more," Virginia mumbled as he slammed in as deep as he could go several times, effectively shutting her up. As their second round continued, Virginia climaxed three more times, gushing out and onto the bed. The extra slick help Francis slam into her easier, helping him fit all the way into the root. Francis came after Virginia's seventh orgasm, once again filling her womb with his seed. Her pussy milked him for all it was worth, her womb desperate for the life giving seed. They ended up spending the night fucking as much as possibly, some on the kitchen table, some on the couch, a lot on the bed, and more in the shower. Hotstreak's two favorite positions, so far, was Virginia lying on her side as he slammed into her or Virginia pressed flat against her front, her legs laid down flat as he supported himself on her shoulders while pounding into her. The pressure of the bed added to Virginia's tightness while Francis pounded into her.

By the time morning came, Virginia was completely hoarse and utterly wrecked from the harsh fucking that Francis had given her throughout the night. The thought of him filling her with his child fueled both of them to keep at it for a long period of time. Knowing the red head, he'd probably call off work for the next few days so he could fuck her until she was pregnant. He'd probably fuck her more when she did come up pregnant. Virginia let out a ragged scream of pleasure as her insides were flooded again with the pyro's seed, slicking her tunnel with it. Francis collapsed on top of her, squishing her down before rolling them both to the side for some rest.

"Rest sexy, you need it," Francis said, wrapping his arms around her possessively. Virginia was out before he even finished his sentence. Hours later, Virginia woke up alone, completely soar and reeking of sweet, cum and Francis. The black women pondered to where her lover was before slowly and carefully getting up. It hurt, but Virginia managed to get to the bathroom by herself and into a very hot shower. The boiling spray helped relax her body before she wondered back out, wrapped in a towel in search of water and food. The kitchen is where she found Francis, the pyro was completely naked cooking some fried eggs and bacon.

"That smells good," Virginia said hoarsely as she walked over to him. Francis turned to look at her, noticing every bite and scratch. Not that he didn't have those too, but he hadn't bottomed the night before.

"Yer supposed to stay in bed," Francis gruffed out.

"Well, the sheets are soaked with your semen and my juices, so there all nasty now. Plus I wanted a nice hot shower," Virginia said, unfurling her towel to rub through her growing dreads. Francis felt his cock begin to harden again at the site of her naked body, the bruises he placed there highlighting their pleasure.

"Fine, but go sit down, it's done," Francis replied.

"Nope, not until you do," Virginia replied, being a smart ass. Francis grunted at her before putting the food down on two plates he had already grabbed from the cupboard. The coffee was already on the table, steaming and fresh, along with several glasses of water and some aspirin. He placed the plates down for the two of them, expecting Virginia to join him. She did, but not in the place he thought. She plopped down in his lap after carefully maneuvering his cock so it would slide into her abused hole. They both grunted, but were glad that there was still enough slick at her entrance for him to slide in easily. Virginia grabbed her plate as she inhaled her food and water, taking the pills along with it, before she went to her coffee. Coffee was always last, so she could savor it more. Francis swallowed heavily, trying to get his food. Virginia through him a look over her shoulder before folding herself forward, allowing him to use her back as a table. He did so, and quickly, wanting to start moving her. It didn't help that Virginia kept tightening her muscles around him, making him want to fuck her.

When the plate got removed, Virginia set her coffee down before putting her hands between her legs. Her slender legs, that were spread so widely so they ended up framing his legs, wrapped around the chair legs, giving her something to hold onto. As soon as she was anchored to the chair, she moved, slamming her hips widely against Francis and the chair. Francis grunted in pleasure, grabbing her hips as leverage. With the added fuel, caffeine and sleep, the two went at it like rabbits, fucking with wild abandon.

"You are gonna continue fuckin' me 'til I get all fat with child, ya hear me, Frankie? We're gonna have lotsa babies," Virginia moaned out.

"I hear ya, Vi, I hear ya," Francis moaned back, the thought of her all round with their baby growing in her womb made his throbbing meat throb in pleasure.

"Do ya mind if we have more'n seven?" Virginia asked, looking over her shoulder at him. Francis's nostril's flaired at the thought of having more kids then seven. Hopefully they'd both have money to support them, but he had always wanted a large family. It seemed obvious that Virginia did too.

They ended up spending most of their day either fucking on the table or on the chair it started on. Virginia once again had her womb filled to the brim, making it swell a little as they continued their tirade of having children. God above would their parents be pissed, but it'd be worth it. As the two climaxed the last time, many hours later, they tiredly discussed their wedding plans. Both deciding a quick trip to the local church with their family present. It would be a simple affair in three weeks time, a week after Sharon's so they wouldn't steal her thunder. The reception would be another simple affair, just them going out to eat afterwords. They spent, in total, a half hour on their wedding plans, deciding on a quick email to everyone invited. Virginia planned to wear her mothers dress and Francis would wear his grandfather's on his mom's side. There would be no frills or exceedingly cheesy affairs, just simple.

Three weeks later, they got married, with Richie as Virginia's maid of honor and Ebon as Hotstreak's best man. The pyro didn't have any friends outside Ebon's gang, so Ebon got to be his best man. It was a little later that the two discovered Virginia's pregnancy, though they had suspected when she had skipped. It wasn't surprising that she did, considering how much she worked out for hero work. Both were happy, both were in love, and both of them were planning on being the best parents they could be.