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For a few precious months Juliette Barnes was actually happy. This was a newsworthy event. Literally. All the gossip magazines and shows had picked up on it, some even correctly guessing the reason for this was a new lover.
However none of them guessed it was her female assistant, and Juliette should know as she spent an embarrassing amount of time checking everything said and written about her just in case there was one piece of evidence about her lesbian affair, or even just a guess at it.
But there was nothing, which was mostly just as disconcerting. Because whenever Juliette found happiness something inevitably went wrong.
Given the amount of times she had been burnt Juliette deserve to be a little paranoid, but thanks to her pregnancy hormones doubling and strengthening her already temperamental mood swings she knew for a fact she gave poor Emily more grief than she deserved, always giving her the third degree whenever they were apart for more than five seconds before bursting into tears and apologising.
It was embarrassing really. At least she had the excuse of being pregnant, and once she got through the worst of the morning sickness Juliette almost didn't mind it. Although only because she had Emily around to make her feel wanted as parts of her body swelled to a ridiculous proportion considering her size.
When her due date arrived Juliette was almost sorry to see her pregnancy ending. Mostly because it was a good excuse to fuck Emily, and while she knew it was ridiculous part of Juliette was still afraid that this whole lesbian thing was going to turn out to be a phase for her.
Just a really weird pregnancy craving, and when she finally gave birth she wouldn't find Emily attractive any more, condemning her to the unfulfilling sex she'd been having before her pregnancy.
But no. Juliette wouldn't let that happen. She would get this thing out of her, and then she would face her sexual identity crisis discreetly, and ideally end up dating Emily.
Of course then her due date came and went and Juliette felt like she would do anything to get this nightmare over with. She'd try anything. And she did. She tried everything, from laying in difficult positions, to uncomfortable exercises, and of course plenty of sex with Emily.
Nothing seemed to work. Then Juliette stumbled across a particularly wicked idea on the Internet, and while it did initially freak her the fuck out she was so very, very desperate.
And seeing how Emily had sworn she would do anything for her, and had proven time and time again she would, it seemed only natural Juliette would once again push her luck.
So the next time they were alone and naked together Juliette bought it up, although she waited until they had kissed for like an hour so that Emily would be properly be in the mood.
"Babe, could we try something new?" Juliette asked nervously.
Raising an eyebrow Emily replied, "What exactly?"
Unable to stop herself from smirking Juliette pointed out, "What happened to yes Juliette, anything you want."
Emily blushed slightly, and admitted, "Well... yeah, I'd do just about anything for you. You know that. But we've done so many new things lately I'm not sure there's anything else to do."
"Fisting?" Juliette pointed out.
"Okay, there's that." Emily conceded, before realisation hit. "Wait, is that what you want?"
"Yeah..." Juliette said nervously, and then seeing the apprehension on Emily's face quickly added, "It's supposed to be good for triggerin' labour, and I feel like this thing has been inside of me forever, and I just want it to be over. Please Emily, I'm beggin' you. I'm willing to try anythin' at this point. Do anything. I'll, I'll pay you whatever you want. I just-"
"It's not about money!" Emily snapped, "You and me, has never been about money. You hear?"
Sadly it wasn't that simple, but Juliette didn't want to argue about it, so she simply smiled softly and said, "I know. I'm sorry it's just, I want this to be over. The pregnancy! To be clear, I want the pregnancy to be over so I can get on with my life. I, I need your help to do that Emily. Please? We can ease into it however you want, just please, fist me."
There was a long pause and then Emily grumbled, "Well, I suppose if we ease into it."
Juliette smiled widely, relief filling her system as she leaned in for another kiss, "Thank you thank you thank you."
Emily might have rolled her eyes a little, but Juliette didn't complain about it as she was too busy pressing her lips to hers, while Emily's annoyance at being manipulated into yet another kinky act faded away as soon as Juliette's lips pressed against her own.
Oh God, did Emily love kissing Juliette Barnes. Kissing her boss. Which shouldn't be a turn on, but after all this time Emily figured she might as well embrace it.
It wasn't like anyone else would ever let her forget it if the truth about them became public, and at this point she actually hoped it would, because as exciting as the sneaking around was Emily would gladly give it up, and her job, if it meant being with Juliette.
