Neda huffed in mild irritation at Marlon’s lack of response to his comment about Teija. With a sigh the pregnant women nodded. “Yes, him.” She obviously didn’t approve of the match between Ariela and the butcher’s boy. For one, he was younger, and two, he was well, the butcher’s son. Who wanted to be with a husband who dealt with blood and death all day? She supposed it was better than a gravedigger though. Her shoulder’s shrugged as he mentioned speaking with Ariela about it. “Do whatever, she won’t talk to me about it.” The twin sisters were close but there were some things Ariela wouldn’t talk about and her love for pain was one of them.<br/><br/>At the request of herbal tea, Neda nodded and smiled. She would bring the girl some tea. It was obvious, by the state of the house, that Teija did not drink the warm beverage often, or rather make some for herself. Tea was like a hug in a cup while coffee was like a drug. Neda loved coffee and the fact she was pregnant and unable to drink the stuff had turned her to herbal tea. A mock of coffee but better than nothing.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Regret played across Teija’s face as they met eyes, knowing the hit was a mistake as soon as she had done it. Her body fell into his as he wrapped his arms around her, encasing her like a tomb. She could feel his breath running over her face, stale from being up all night. Teija closed her eyes, not wanting to maintain eye contact so close and intimately. It was when her eyes were closed that he pushed her, surprising her in the sudden movement. Her feet hit the hard bottom of the couch, making her fall back onto the couch, the worn cushion bouncing her body. She sat up, watching him carefully for any sign that he would require retribution for the punch. Her eyes followed the flutter of the bills, watching them descend before snapping back up to the small bag he held in his hands. The two pills laid on the clear bottom like beautiful pebbles trapped in a sinister casing. They didn’t deserve to be in there.<br/><br/>Teija shrank back into the couch as he crowded her legs, his closeness forcing her to look up at him, her eyes glancing back between him and the pills within his grasp. It was obvious what she wanted, no amount of silence could deter the meaning of her quick glances. At his words her lips parted, knowing exactly what she wanted and where she wanted him to put it. She had been good after all, she was nice to Neda. That counted, right?”<br/><br/>Teija’s legs stretched out between his as he stood before her. She sucked in her stomach from her sitting position and undid the buttons of her jeans, the material parting to reveal her hairless mound and lack of panties. Her ass lifted as she pulled the rumpled jeans over her buttocks and down her legs. Teija didn’t have to be told twice as she flipped on the couch, her hands laying on the headrest and her ass out. Teija looked over her shoulder at him with a seductive smile, knowing he got joy from touching her. It was the one thing she could count on, his desire for her body. Teija’s hands slid forward, her arms leaning onto the headrest of the couch as her fingers entwined together, dangling over the edge. As she slid, her ass became prone, moving out toward him to urge the insertion.