Sluts In Love Deeper Still Pt 01

I always meant to write this at some point in the series. I envisioned it would be one long entry, explaining how Heather and Liam had explored their romance and gotten to know each other better during the early days of their relationship. However, today I was so inspired, I knocked this out in three hours, and decided I would start a slow-drip of these little side-stories.

While still a part of the 'Sluts in Love' series, it is not a part of the main 'One-Year Anniversary' arc, as I've been calling it in my head. Consider this my idea of a 'filler' chapter, though it's much more important to character development than any filler would usually be.

'Deeper Still' will be kind of episodic, and every installment will be all about Heather and Liam. It'll be interlaced within the larger story, and is to be read according to release date(s).

Enjoy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Heather and Liam had stepped into their relationship like children would chase a ball across the street - without looking both ways. They were both keenly aware of this. Despite their acknowledgement of that fact, they made a conscious decision to forgo both their common sense, and a decade's worth of cautiously guarding their hearts.

For all their experience with sex, they were woefully unprepared for romance. However, no matter how overeager they may have been at the start, they were hardly stupid. They knew there would inevitably be instances where they disagreed or saw something in one another's habits or personalities which would give them pause. In order to be successful, relationships require constant work and maintenance, in the form of thoughtful communication and consideration of one another.

They didn't feel nearly as scared as they thought they would. After their second night together, when they hastily said 'I love you' for the first time, they each expected to feel overwhelmed by how quickly things had gone from a hook-up to a committed relationship. Some imagined 'moment of clarity' would certainly come and snap them out of the reverie, no? But that never came. Their feelings for each other could not be mistaken for simple attraction trumping their better judgement. It was genuine and every minute apart made them feel the truth of that, just as every minute spent together deepened those feelings.

'Let's be cautious' Liam had said, immediately after their declaration of love.

'Let's be ourselves' Heather had countered, without hesitation.

They managed to do both. They expected their fervent passions to at least simmer down eventually but, after nearly a year, there was no sign that would be any time soon. Their 'honeymoon' phase seemed endless.

The couple were ravenous and had developed an insatiable hunger for each other. Both had a sweet-tooth and romancing each other seemed to have become their favourite treat. Like any acquired taste, they didn't appreciate romance until, suddenly, they did. Their understanding of its subtleties, just like the subtleties of wine, seemed to just... click.

Since they'd rushed headlong into love, they also wanted to get the big, important things out of the way as soon as possible. After all, why not maintain the breakneck speed they'd set? Both were happy to keep the pace and, so, very soon after they made things official, they were talking about some of the most formative events of their lives, as well as their visions for the future.

For their first date as a real couple, Heather took Liam to a billiard hall.

"I'm going to teach you to respect how I handle really big, long and hard objects in a whole new way." She'd said. One of her qualities which had most charmed Liam was her proficient use of innuendo.

Suffice it to say, Heather commanded his respect on the cloth table just as she did in the bedroom. Unlike the bedroom however, Liam realized he was completely outclassed after only two games of 8-ball. When he asked Heather who'd taught her to play, she explained her father had been an aspiring pro in his early 20s and she and her sister had grown up hearing the satisfying sound of billiard balls colliding every weekend.

As he racked up the table again, he posed her a question somewhat casually, but his heart was beating a bit fast, anxious about asking it.

"When do you think we should meet each other's family?" He asked her as casually as possible. It was a ploy to broach the topic of family, which they hadn't touched on until then. Usually those two subjects would be inverted, and one would ask about family before they considered meeting them. Heather and Liam, however, seemed to do everything unconventionally.

"Whenever you're up for it, love. Me old man's a sweetheart, he likes everybody. I've haven't brought someone home to meet the family since I was a teenager, so he'll probably just be glad to know I'm capable of keeping a man. My sister will interrogate you, though. Might really turn the screws on you. Be ready for that. Esther's very protective of me."

"Hah, that'll be my mum, too. My dad's a bit of a wild card. I have no idea how he'll behave around a girlfriend."

"You've never brought one home?" Heather asked, surprised. "You break." She motioned and gave him space at the end of the table.

"Ah, I guess we never talked about it, huh? My step-father wasn't around when I was dating. Mum married him when I was 19 and, by then, I was already done with relationships." He lined up his shot.

"I see." She slapped him on the ass as he was about to strike the white ball, making his shot go wide, bounce twice off the sides and strike the rack from the rear with laughable momentum. He looked up at her with a frown.

"That's poor sportsmanship."

"I'm going to win anyway. You're no competition, so I gotta have my fun some other way." She gave him a teasing smile.

"Now, that's REALLY poor sportsmanship." He scoffed.

"Feel free to call if sportswomanship, if I've wounded your fragile male ego." She replied, knowing full well he was not burdened with such a thing.

"Fuck off, Heather." He chuckled.

"So,..." Heather aimed and sunk one of the solids. "... your biological father?"

"Not around. Left us when I was 14."

"And you're an only child?" she asked, not trying to change the subject, but giving him room if he needed to.

"That's right." He took another shot and didn't sink anything.

"So it was just you and your mum for a few years. You called you step-father 'dad', so I'm guessing you two are close?"

"Love'im. He's a good bloke. Taught me a lot. Kept me on the straight and narrow. If I ever... if I ever become a father, I'll be happy if I prove to be half the man he was for me." Liam said, unable to look directly into Heather's eyes.

"That's sweet." She stared and smiled at him. He smiled back sheepishly, before raising his eyebrows and gesturing at the table for her to take her turn.

"In a hurry to lose again?" She winked.

"No, take as long as you need. I like it when you take your time with me." He flirted.

"Now, now. Don't try to turn me on just to throw me off my game. It's not gonna work. I get even better when I'm wet... top right corner." She lined up her shot, sinking another ball.

"You're calling your shots now? Why are you trying to humiliate me?"

"Because you're so sexy when you're put in your place." She grinned at him devilishly. "Tell me about your mum?"

"What about her?" He asked with a dopey smile on his face, suddenly distracted by the thought of putting his face between Heather's legs.

"What would she think of me? You reckon she'll see me for the slut I am?"

"Oh. She's going to love you, slut and all. My mom's going to interrogate you just like your sister's going to do to me but, whatever you tell her, she's still going to love you. She's all bark, no bite. I will suggest, however, that you don't give her your number, unless you want to be harassed with French cuisine recipes and really terrible Facebook memes. I get them all the time, and I can only imagine how much worse it'd be for you."

"Well, I gotta try and make friends with her, Liam. How else am I supposed to hear about all the embarrassing childhood stories you won't tell me?"

"Fuck." He muttered as he missed another shot. "Heather, if you want to hear embarrassing childhood stories, you'll be disappointed. I was an impossibly cool kid."

"Hah! I very much doubt that. I'll begin with asking her about your first day in school. I'll bet you cried."

"Hey, now..." He pointed a warning finger at her. "... don't make fun of me. I'm a very sensitive boy."

"Awe, duck!" She squeaked. "I bet you were such a cutie!"

"Of course... the most handsome kid in kindergarten. Still handsome now, even when I cry."

"Hah. Well, I know for a fact you look good with tears running down your handsome face. Want me to make you cry, tonight?" She said, cocking an eyebrow at him and licking her cue.

"That's so gross. They don't disinfect these things." He frowned.

"I am. I'm so, so gross." she moaned lustily.

"I hope you got chalk in your mouth." He nearly blushed and moved on so she wouldn't begin teasing him about it. "What about your mum?"

"She passed away when I was 2. Me dad's never remarried." She responded casually. He immediately felt bad for bringing back the subject.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Heather. That must've been hard." He looked at her with concern.

"Naw, don't be, darling. Me dad made sure we had a great childhood."

"Why do you think he never remarried?"

"Too much grief, I think." She sighed. "My sister and I also took all his attention away from any relationships he could've built for himself. Raising two children alone is hard for anyone. I think it was doubly hard for him, considering he was dealing with two girls. Our aunts and grandmothers took on a lot of the responsibilities of explaining what being a woman meant, when Esther and I came of age."

"Esther's older, or younger?"

"Older by two years. She had a much harder time without our mum than I did."

"I can't even imagine." He said morosely.

"You didn't struggle much with your dad leaving?"

"Well, it's different, right? My father's still around, not that I care to find out where. Him leaving felt more like a weight off my shoulders than anything."

"Was he... abusive?" She asked tentatively, and readied herself for any answer.

"Mhmm. To my mum, mainly. I got slapped around, too, though. Him leaving felt like the first favour he ever did for us." He spoke as he aimed his shot carefully. She studied him as he answered her question. He seemed detached, and she sensed quite a bit of anxiety coming from him. She decided she wanted him alone immediately. First, to make love to him. Second, to get him to open up even more. Heather stayed silent, simply watching as he took a shot and finally sank one of his stripes.

"Fuck yes. Back in the game." He beamed at her. She smiled at him tenderly, then moved in to kiss him passionately.

"Good shot. I forfeit." She smiled up at him lovingly.

"What? Why?" He asked.

"I'm just trying to convince you to leave the bar and take me back home." She looked at him with seductive eyes.

"Done. Let's go. We're gone." He spoke hurriedly as he pulled her away from the table. She giggled the whole way out. They were in that billiard hall for only 45 minutes.

They made love again that evening. It was only the second time they'd done so. 'Making love' was still something both had very little experience with - an extension of romance they had never quite figured out, but they felt a desperate need to explore. They said 'I love you' several times throughout, as if they thought the words would take on a deeper meaning the more they were spoken. In a way, that's exactly what happened. The lovers said those words as if feeling they were inadequate, or ill-adapted to speak them, but loving every utterance of it. The more each heard it, the more each said it. It became a feedback loop of 'I love you' spoken through every orgasm, and every few kisses in between.

It was near the end of their first round, with Heather riding on top of him, that she leaned in to whisper into Liam's ear.

"Liam... do you want kids someday?" she asked breathily. She leaned back to look down at his face. She slowed her movements but didn't stop. He looked up at her, almost bewildered. Then, she felt him throb inside of her and broke out into a smile. "Yes?" She asked, as if his body's answer hadn't been enough for her. She wanted to hear the words.

"Yes. S-someday." He nearly blushed.

"I'd like that, too." She picked up the pace again. "How many do you picture yourself having?"

"Two or three?" He tried to say seriously, but then moaned as she slowly moved up and down his length. She eased up and looked down at him again.

"Two sounds good to me. I don't know about three. Definitely not just one. They end up being weird." She winked at him.

"You like how weird I am." He smiled back.

"I love it." She corrected him "I love you."

"And I love you." He smiled, breathing hard. "Anyway... I agree. I'll be... more than happy... with two." He managed to say between moaning breaths as he felt Heather squeeze around him. "Fuck... you're so tight."

"And I feel so full with you inside me. Good thing you make me so damn wet." She leaned down to kiss him. Their tongues intertwined as she bounced on his lap vigorously.

They continued breathlessly for a few more seconds while Liam worked up the courage to ask his question, before the moment slipped away.

"Do you... do you want to have my babies? Someday, I mean." He saw her open her eyes and look at him, her lustful smile falling away into a serious expression. His gaze faltered, but thankfully he had plenty of other things to stare at other than her eyes.

"I thought that was implied, lover." She caressed his face.

"I didn't want to assume..." he said, sheepishly, while leaning into her hand. She hadn't expected to see such a lack of confidence in him all of a sudden. Her heart melted.

"Yes, I'll have your babies. Someday. But first you'll have to put a ring on my finger. Then we can make a baby on our honeymoon. Promise." She said without hesitation. They stared at each other like that, and she began to move her hips even quicker.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck-fuck-fuck... I'm-- OH! GOD!" He said, as she expertly worked an orgasm out of him.

"Yes! YES! CUM INSIDE!" She yelled before leaning down to whisper into his ear. The words were shaken out of her in whimpering breaths by to his continued upwards thrusts. "Give me every drop, lover. I need it. Fill. Me. Up. Please."

Liam moaned, then screamed. "Heather... oh, God. OH MY, GOD! HEATHER!" Finally, he groaned and hissed through to the end of his orgasm. Heather remained in place, lips right next to his hear as she gave out low moans of appreciation.

When Liam's orgasm ended, Heather kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you..." She whispered, as if his load were a gift she loved to carry.

After, Heather teased Liam about cumming as hard as he did, asking if talking about babies had pushed him over the edge. He reluctantly admitted that, yes, his orgasm was particularly powerful because of it and mused that perhaps he had an insemination fetish. He joked that Heather was even better at sinking him into her pocket than she was at sinking billiard balls. She readily admitted that she'd had much more practice with cocks than cues and joked back that at least Liam was better at making her cum than he was at 8-ball.

For a few minutes afterward, they just chatted about date ideas for later in the week, settling on a movie. They tried to outdo each other with dirty jokes, eventually turning to the internet to find more, and laughing hysterically at some of the ones they came across.

Their pillow talk got rather serious after that. They cuddled facing each other, arms and legs entwined as if they needed every inch of skin contact in order to speak candidly. Heather admitted that she felt slightly apprehensive about becoming a mother, only because she was scared she wouldn't be able to do the job which all the women in her life had to do in her late mother's stead.

She explained how her father's mom had been a very doting woman, whilst her maternal grandmother had been overprotective and strict. She said that her grandmothers passed a few years apart. Her paternal grandmother died when Heather was 17, and it broke her. She had grieved not only for her, but also for her mother. She realized she had bottled up her feelings. Then, when her maternal grandmother passed, Heather had felt a more pure, unadultered grief. She'd had made peace with death itself, and her grief was focused on her grandmother only.

She spoke about her aunts, too. Her father had an older and younger sister. The oldest was a demure workaholic who had instilled a lot of knowledge and ethic in Heather. The youngest was carefree spinster, and taught her to enjoy the little things, as well as not take life too seriously. Her mother also had a sister, a military woman who was emotionally distant but had her own way of loving her nieces, teaching them to work together and be each other's best friends.

"Esther and I had such a wide spectrum of motherly personalities from all these women. All of them were strong in their own way. The one thing I missed, was an example of how to combine all that into one." She spoke the words softly and was expressionless. She seemed more pensive than withholding of her feelings, and Liam felt comfortable replying to her without platitudes.

"Well, a person can't be everything all at once, right? Heather, you're fantastic. You're very loving, funny, you don't judge... but I know you won't tolerate small-mindedness or immaturity. I think you'd make a good mother, and shouldn't worry about 'combining' all of the traits you spoke of, because that's already who you are. You took all those pieces and made it into a collage. So I think the best thing you can do is be the beautiful person you already are, instead of worrying about some hypothetical 'mom Heather' version of yourself."

Heather beamed at him, seeming to find some inner peace. Liam thought it was because she'd settled this turmoil within, even if temporarily. In reality, Heather had found comfort in feeling like Liam saw her for who she was.

Then, Liam volunteered his own struggle with fatherhood, citing that he had a lot of conflicting feelings concerning the idea of raising kids. On one hand, he wanted very badly to be a father but, on the other, much like Heather, he was unsure whether he was prepared for it. He spoke of his father and his dad, two men who had played distinctly different roles during his upbringing. He mentioned how his father saddled him with the anxiety of trying to be a better person, while his dad set an example of what a better person looks like. However, Liam had a fear beyond that. He divided his life into two parts: his terrible childhood, and the later half of his youth, when his step-father came into his life. Liam was afraid he wouldn't know how what a young child needs from a father, being that his step-father wasn't around for those formative years... he only had his abusive father growing up.

"The man who raised me by the belt and the man who raised me with love were very different. I wonder what kind of person I'd be if my dad had raised me from the start. My father was a bastard, and it makes me afraid that... that I wouldn't be a good dad. That I wouldn't know how to handle a young child. The only good examples I have came from a man who had to love me as a teenager, dealing through all my trauma. What does a healthy, well-loved child need? How do I raise a kid without knowing what kind of father can provide a good childhood?" Liam, proving yet again that he was always ready to bare his soul, let the tears flow out of him. Heather consoled him until he was well enough to listen.