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"That's what you said last time we had this discussion."

"I – I mean it though, Minari, I promise – after this next book gets published, we'll talk about it again."

"No, Chaeyoung, I don't want to 'talk about it' any more, I want to have a baby! I want to have your baby," Mina couldn't believe they were having this conversation – again. Chaeyoung always said they weren't ready, it wasn't a good time, they needed more financial security, it might rain next year... it seemed like any excuse would do to cover for the blonde's fear of committing to a child.

"But your show –"

"Is ending in four months."

"Well, then you'll need to find another project – you know you don't like not working –"

"I already have the voice acting project, and a tentative album deal, Chaeyoung, you know that."

"A-and... we'll need a bigger place, there isn't room for a baby here!"

"Chaeyoung, we have a guest bedroom, your office, and an exercise room with nothing in it but a few weights and my elliptical."

The writer's jaw tightened, and Mina could see the wheels turning, spinning, trying to find an excuse – any excuse – to delay this step in their relationship.

"Mina, please, be reasonable about this –"

"Reasonable? Chaeyoung, I've let you set the pace on this for years, but we haven't moved forward at all. I'm ready. You're scared, I get it, but Chaeyoung, if we wait for you to not be scared, we'll never do this. I... don't you want a family with me?"

"Yes – Mina, of course I want a family with you. I just think it's too soon, we should wait until – "

"I'm done waiting. I've just finished my period and I'm not starting the pill again. I'm sorry to have to do this, but consider this an ultimatum – no baby, no sex."

"Oh now you're just being ridiculous – you aren't going to punish both of us over this," Chaeyoung smirked, certain the diva wouldn't be able to stick to her plan. Mina's libido was high maintenance just like the rest of her, and she initiated sex just as often (if not more) than Chaeyoung. There was a reason Chaeyoung had worked on her PC muscle and had a low – sometimes non-existent – recharge time. Mina was virtually insatiable at times and there was no way she'd be able to withhold sex for any length of time.

"Watch me, Chaeyoung," Mina was deadly serious; she was tired of her wife's excuses.

Chaeyoung contemplated the diva's backside as she stormed away; her wife really was sexy when she was pissed. The blonde felt her cock twitch and sighed, knowing that Mina would stick to her promise at least for tonight. She hated denying the raven anything, but this was just such a big change. She loved her wife, of course, and there was a part of her that loved the idea of having a mini-Mina running around, but had to admit she was selfish and didn't want to share the woman with anyone.

This will blow over soon enough; something will come up to distract her or she'll just get too horny to hold out, and things will go back to normal, I'm sure of it.

Mina knew Chaeyoung thought she didn't have the fortitude to stick to her ultimatum, but she was serious – Chaeyoung had waffled and delayed for too many years and they weren't getting any younger. Mina wanted a family with Chaeyoung and she was willing to do whatever it would take to make that happen. God blessed her with two hands and someone brilliant enough to invent dildos, she'd be fine. It wouldn't be quite the same, but she was going to outlast Chaeyoung on this. It was only a matter of time before the blonde cracked. Mina was going to make sure of that.

She carried on for a full week, freezing her wife out and refusing physical contact. Chaeyoung had made her passive statement rather early on with a gold and black box of condoms conspicuously placed on the nightstand, and Mina wasn't about to let her think that using them was an option. Mina awakened every morning with her wife curled up behind her, morning wood pressing firmly into her backside, nimble fingers caressing her stomach, hips, thighs, breasts... each time, she'd sprung out of bed and hopped on her elliptical – she'd moved it into the living room in preparation for turning the exercise room into a nursery – leaving the blonde alone in bed for the first time in the eight years they'd lived together.

Chaeyoung couldn't believe it; Mina had never even managed to get all the way through her three-to-five-day menstrual cycle without sex, and here it had been an entire week and the raven was still giving her the cold shoulder. It was about time to remind her wife of what she was missing.

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"Mmn, baby...," Mina moaned, eyes fluttering open to see a blonde's head between her legs. A glance at the clock showed it was just barely 7:00 a.m. on Tuesday, and she was receiving the best wakeup call ever.

Chaeyoung smirked at the sound of her wife's moans and sucked a little harder on her rapidly swelling clit, using her tongue to tease the sensitive nub. Bringing her hand up, she swirled her fingertips at her lover's entrance, gathering wetness before sliding two fingers slowly into the her core.

"Oh fuck, mm, yeah," Mina wrapped one hand in unruly blonde hair, moving the other to tweak and pull at her own breast. Her hips bucked rhythmically against her wife's perfect face, pleasure quickly building to incredible heights.

Chaeyoung pushed her fingers as deep as she could get them, withdrawing mere millimetres and pushing back in hard at a rapid pace. Her tongue never stilled, battering the engorged clit, lips sucking and pulling at delicate flesh. She could feel her wife tightening around her fingers already, moans rising in pitch as her climax neared – it was no surprise she was going to come so quickly, really, given how long it had been. Chaeyoung pushed in hard and pressed her fingertips up, pulsing them against a hot, rough patch as she bit down lightly on her lover's clit. She was rewarded with a gush of wetness across her hand, Mina's back bowing to push her soaked pussy against Chaeyoung's face, insides fluttering and clenching around Chaeyoung's still-pulsing fingers.

As soon as the last tremors had passed, Chaeyoung reached for the box of condoms on the nightstand and quickly tore into a foil package. She was rolling the rubber onto her painfully-hard cock when her wife suddenly sat up, smiling beatifically.

"Thank you baby, that was a wonderful way to wake up," Mina beamed at her wife.

The raven leant over to press a chaste kiss against glistening lips, tasting herself. She cast a narrowed gaze at the condom rolled halfway down Chaeyoung's rigid member, smile turning into a slight smirk.

"I'm going to have a shower and then start on breakfast – what do you think about pancakes and fruit?" Mina bounced up, her voice trailing off as she headed into the en suite bathroom, leaving her dumbfounded wife sitting on the bed staring after her.

Chaeyoung blinked, staring at the open doorway, hands frozen on her throbbing cock. She was oozing pre-come into the condom and even though she hated the feeling of the rubber, she had wanted nothing more than to sink her dick into her wife's tight heat. Things had seemed back to normal last night; it was Mina's night off, they'd been out with friends, had a couple drinks, Mina had treated her like usual – affectionate and friendly – and sure, they'd gotten home late and crashed out, but all the signs were there. What the hell just happened?

Mina almost felt guilty when she exited the bathroom to find her wife still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into space, the condom still clinging to her half-hard cock. Chaeyoung's eyes flickered over, watching her dress, and her mouth opened as if to voice the question that was obvious in her bewildered expression.

"Come on baby, you should hurry and get your shower – you don't want cold pancakes do you?" Mina teased. Chaeyoung's jaw snapped shut and she shot Mina a half-hearted glare, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. Mina just smirked; it seemed her little game this morning was having more of an affect than she anticipated.

Chaeyoung took a very cold, very quick shower – she had no intention of letting her wife know how worked up she was, of giving the other woman the satisfaction of knowing she'd resorted to masturbation. Two could play Mina's little game and this time she was just going to wait the diva out, until the raven was begging to ride her cock, regardless of the condom.

Her plan lasted all of a few days; she'd tried turning the tables by ignoring the diva completely, going about her day as if she wasn't even in the room, but Mina had carried on normally, not appearing affected in the slightest. Chaeyoung supposed her plan might have been more successful if she hadn't migrated to her wife's side of the bed whilst asleep every night, waking up curled around the other woman. Her grand scheme an obvious failure, Chaeyoung decided to behave as normally as possible; they were usually a very affectionate pair and she was sure that after a couple days of fleeting caresses and chaste kisses, her wife would cave.

Unfortunately for Chaeyoung, Mina was apparently a lot more serious about having a baby than she ever anticipated. The diva was sending increasingly graphic erotic text messages before shows and during intermissions; they'd started out innocuous enough – love you baby, can't wait to see you later – but the latest were enough to have Chaeyoung blushing – so wet, if I didn't have to get back on stage, I'd be fucking myself, thinking of your hard cock inside me – even as she fought to keep her hands out of her pants. She'd meet her wife at the door each night, kiss her passionately, strip them both naked on the way to the bedroom, reach for a condom and then... then Mina would pull away with a bright smile and a chaste kiss and head in for a shower, leaving Chaeyoung so painfully hard she was starting to rethink her moratorium on masturbation. Her body ached, it seemed like she was half-hard most of the day, and her writing was really starting to suffer; what was supposed to be a post-apocalyptic steam-punk espionage thriller had started reading like a steamy romance novel. Really, the protagonist was not supposed to be screwing her way through the story!

On the third Monday of the silent battle of wills, Chaeyoung left to her publisher's meeting, smirking to herself – Mina was about mid-cycle, which meant she was ovulating, and there was no way her wife would be able to continue withholding sex through the hormonal spike. The woman would cave and Chaeyoung would graciously acquiesce to her pleas, roll a condom on, and finally slide her cock into her wife's tight pussy. She was very glad she was carrying her annotated draft in a messenger bag so she could cover the rather obvious semi she was sporting when her car arrived at the publisher's office. Fortunately, she'd had this draft prepared in advance and had been trying to get ahead of schedule, else she wouldn't have anything to deliver, thanks to her wife's distracting tactics.

After a relatively successful meeting, Chaeyoung arrived home to an oddly quiet apartment; Mina was supposed to be home, but the other girl was nowhere to be seen. As she hung up her coat, she heard the distant, distinct sound of her wife's voice... moaning? Following the sound to the closed bedroom door – why is the door closed? – Chaeyoung paused, heart pounding, ears attuned for further sound.

"Mm, fuck... nngh, so good," Mina's voice was thick with passion, unmistakable even through the wood door.

Oh god... that's... that's why she hasn't wanted to have sex with me? She's... oh god. Chaeyoung felt tears spring to her eyes, her stomach knotting and twisting with the realisation that her beloved wife had wanted a baby badly enough to find someone else to parent it. I just didn't want to share her, and now...

"Unnh, fuck, mmn... Chae..."

Chaeyoung was snapped out of her despair by the sound of Mina moaning her name... what on earth... She'd hesitated opening the door earlier, afraid of what she'd see, but now... she felt her cock stirring. Is she... Chaeyoung cautiously opened the door to confirm her suspicion and was instantly hard at the sight that greeted her: Mina, naked, spread-eagled on their bed, working a thick dildo in and out of her stretched pussy. Chaeyoung could hear the wet slurping sounds that accompanied the movements of her wife's hands; one rubbing frantically at her clit, the other wrapped around the base of the fat silicone shaft, plunging it into her core. Her own hand wandered unconsciously to her crotch and she rubbed her stiff member through her slacks while she watched the purple silicone split her wife, emerging glistening with wetness in the low light.

"Chaeyoung..."

The blonde tore her gaze from between her wife's thighs to find nearly-black eyes boring intensely into hers. The diva's movements seemed to pick up, her fingers rubbing tighter, faster circles, the dildo making shorter, harder thrusts.

"Baby... I want you in me... mmn, god, Chaeyoung..."

Chaeyoung's free hand hovered at her belt, the other still rubbing her cock, hard and oozing pre-come into her boxer-briefs. Her eyes flickered to the box of condoms on the nightstand, and Mina's head turned to follow her gaze.

"No baby... just, nngh, fuck, just you... raw and wet, please baby," Mina panted, her hands never slowing their movement.

Chaeyoung's jaw tightened as she realised her darling wife had set her up; she'd known about when Chaeeyoung would be home and had planned to get caught, hoping to push Chaeyoung past rational thinking. It almost worked... Chaeyoung looked away, shaking her head slowly and Mina groaned, knowing she'd lost this particular battle in the war. She wasn't about to quit though; this might not be as good as having her wife fuck her, but she was way too aroused to stop. She could feel her climax begin to crash over her at the sight of her wife's pants tenting, her strong, delicate hand still slowly rubbing and squeezing her hard-on.

"Oh god...Chae, Chaeyoung, nngh," Mina's walls began to flutter and collapse around the dildo, holding it in place while her fingers continued to slip across her engorged clit. She cried out as her body convulsed around the thick silicone; masturbation wasn't usually quite this satisfying, but there was something about knowing her wife was right there, watching her, hearing her, that made everything seem so much more intense.

Chaeyoung just watched her, biting her lip softly, trying so hard to hold on to control; her ardour had been dampened a bit at the realisation of her wife's manipulation, but still – Mina was incredibly sexy, and watching her come had Chaeyoung squeezing the base of her shaft through her pants, trying not to follow her wife into orgasm. She was starting to lose sight of why she was resisting so much, and kept having to remind herself she didn't want to share Mina with anyone – not even their own child – and that masturbating or giving in would just prove that Mina's tactics were working. Forcing herself to remove her hand from her raging hard-on, Chaeyoung steeled herself and went for yet another cold shower. Even the cold shower couldn't quite banish the visions of her wife sprawled on their bed, legs spread wide, sopping wet pussy split by thick silicone, breasts heaving and glistening in the aftermath of her climax... Chaeyoung ducked her head under the icy water, willing her hard-on to go away.

The month that followed was pure torture. Mina didn't give up; if anything, her teasing worsened, the sexting now augmented by pictures – fingers rolling a nipple, parting wet folds, stretching her tight core. Chaeyoung gave up and started writing pure smut in earnest once the voicemail started; Mina would lock herself in her dressing room after a show and record timed delivery voicemail while she talked her way through an orgasm. The diva's voice was like liquid sex as she described what she was doing to herself – what she wanted Chaeyoung to be doing to her. As her passion mounted, her voice would grow shaky, sentences broken by breathy gasps and quiet moans that overlay the wet sound of her fingers working at her own sex, playing with her clit, thrusting into herself.

The arrival of the voicemail would sometimes coincide with a new set of pictures – all carefully taken to ensure there were no identifiable features in case someone got hold of them. She couldn't just ignore her phone – what if it was an emergency? – but never knew when to expect a "smut bomb", and had a rather... distracting interruption during a Monday afternoon book signing. Fortunately, she was seated at a draped table, so her unavoidable physical reaction was hidden, but she knew this needed to end, soon.

Should I try talking to her again? Is it doing me any good to keep her to myself when I can't even have her anyway? God, why does she have to be so stubborn!

Chaeyoung was near to breaking; she wasn't quite ready to start trying to get pregnant, but maybe if she gave her wife a concrete timeline, instead of vague promises, things could get back to normal and they could start sorting things out. They could work on the nursery, figure out finances and budgeting, talk to their agents about planning the break... sort of build up to it, get used to the idea, make some progress without having to actively start trying yet. That could work; she could buy some time, they could have protected sex a while longer, and maybe Mina would get distracted again...

Mina was out running errands when Chaeyoung returned from her book signing; since it was theatre dark day, Chaeyoung decided to set up a surprise romantic evening as a precursor to the more serious conversation. They'd have a nice dinner, sip some wine, curl up in the living room with a movie – a musical, of course, for Mina – have a real talk, and then make their way to the bedroom to put those condoms to use. Surely Mina would agree, once she saw how good Chaeyoung was being about the whole idea, that she was willing to take real steps forward. Things seemed to be going as planned; they had a nice meal, didn't argue, moved into the living room with their wine, cuddled up with a movie, and then... Mina dropped a bomb in Chaeyoung's lap, literally.

"I had lunch with Tao today," Mina opened, a sharp eye watching for her wife's reaction.

"Oh? I haven't seen Tao for a while, how's he doing?"

"He's doing well, business is up with the economy and he's looking at splitting off to start his own architectural firm soon."

"Mm, good for him."

It was obvious that Chaeyoung wasn't particularly invested in this line of conversation, being more interested in the movie, so Mina decided to up the ante.

"I told him I'm trying to get pregnant," Mina bit back a smirk at the sudden sharp glint in her wife's eyes. "In fact, I'm ovulating and the next few days are ideal for fertilisation."

"Is that so?" Chaeyoung's inquiry was deliberately light, which made it all-the-more obvious to Mina that she was intensely interested in this conversation. Or more to the point, why Mina had such a conversation with Tao.