Chapter 13: July 25, 2006

Tyrone was able to find a house a block from Rory’s house, and Megan was more than thrilled to have another place to spend some time that was—apparently—reasonably safe in terms of her being unstuck. And she was apparently comfortable doing it during the purchasing process, so she would sometimes go with him during inspections and the like.

Xavier grew, and Rory became more and more adept at handling him when Megan would suddenly disappear—though half the time, she took the baby with her, since he was strapped to her so often. It was a nice reprieve, and he had plenty of visits from Megan from other times in her life that he wasn’t particularly upset about having to wait to have sex with his Megan.

But then she called him at work on a Tuesday in July, letting him know that she had gotten the all-clear from the doctor to start sexual relations again.

He was happy, of course, but he also remembered that his past self would actually be that person. He found himself jealous of his past self for that—which was an unsettlingly weird feeling, and he suddenly sympathized even more with Megan’s plight, knowing her own past and future sex lives. At least he didn’t consider it cheating in any sense: it was always with each other, just in a different order for her than for him.

Still, he didn’t hurry to get home, and was also unsurprised when it was empty upon his arrival. She’d been out taking a walk anyway, right? Maybe she was going home from another inspection at Tyrone’s presumptive house, or maybe she and Cassandra had spent some time together. Either way, he had the house to himself.

He immediately turned around, and drove to Bamboo Wok to pick up dinner for the family; she would undoubtedly appreciate it.

When he got home this time, Megan was already waiting for him, though he quickly noticed that it wasn’t real-time Megan; this one was older. “July 2006,” he said.

“March 2009,” she replied. “And is that Bamboo Wok?”

“As you like to say, got it in one,” he said with a laugh, lifting the bag.

“Goddess! They closed like, two months ago and you have no idea how much I’ve had a craving!” She followed him into the kitchen where he started laying out their food.

“Haven’t gotten unstuck back in time in order to get your fix?”

“I’ve gotten unstuck less as time has gone on,” she explained. “Though it’s still annoying. Anyways, I know what, two months ago, I got knocked up with Heather here,” she patted her belly, and he realized that she was maybe starting to show a little? It was hard to tell. “But I was in a hurry that day, as I recall, and none of the times I’ve popped back in time have been good for eating, soooooo this is my fix.” She grinned at him and popped some hot braised pork into her mouth. “Mmm, soooooo good!”

“I’m just glad I always know what to order for you,” he commented.

“Same,” she replied, her mouth filled with food. “Also, it’s nice to have a quiet house for once. Xavier is loud like you wouldn’t believe!”

“That hasn’t changed with him being younger,” he replied. “And your past self is back with me a couple years before now.” He smiled. “She just got the all-clear from the doctor after the pregnancy.”

“Ooooooh, that’s exciting,” she said with a laugh, then looked thoughtful. “If I remember correctly—and it’s been a few years, so I’m probably wrong—you wondered what was going on in 2006 while I was gone, and I suggested you were getting your brains screwed out.”

“How right were you?” Rory smirked.

“Food first. Then cuddles in the quiet. Then slow sex.”

“Aren’t you worried that—”

She shook her head. “I won’t pop back until tomorrow morning. I suggest you take it easy getting in to work, because my sleep schedule is going to be as fucked as you want to be.” Another thoughtful face. “Before kids, that was a lot easier to manage; it got a lot harder, especially once Xavier was sometimes with me. I can’t imagine how much more spaghetti that’s going to get once Heather’s in the picture. Thankfully, I’m pretty sure I have the Anchor by the time the twins come around.”

Rory nodded. “Spoilers, but you’re not exactly wrong.”

She smirked at him. “Haven’t you yet learned that I’m always right when it comes to the timeline?”

“Go ahead and finish your food so we can bask in the stillness of a quiet house, and you can spoil whatever we decide to watch.”

“I think I can manage that,” she replied with a laugh before digging back in to her dinner.

After dinner, they quickly cleaned up the kitchen, and then retired to the living room, where they cuddled up together on the couch and watched a movie quietly before retiring to the bedroom.

Once in bed, she cuddled up close to him, mint on her breath—she’d used her younger self’s toothbrush, of course—and nude.

They kissed, slowly, her hands sliding beneath his shirt. Their tongues played with each other—it was always an adventure for him, seeing how her kissing technique changed over time—and their lips smacked. She bit his lip softly, sucking on it, her hands enjoying his skin.

Back and forth, they made out, kissing and feeling, hands to bodies, and she eventually got his clothes, too. But they laid there on their sides, continuing to kiss and feel, even as his hardness pushed up between them. Yes, they both wanted it, but they both had time. And with how Megan had been feeling with caring for Xavier, he was more than willing to take his time.

“I’m already pregnant,” she murmured eventually, her lips at his ear. “So don’t worry about a condom.” Their lips met again, their hips shifting. He slid against her labia, a mimicry of the act their bodies demanded.

“As you wish,” he whispered, hands on her sides, exploring every inch of her skin. He kissed her cheeks, her neck, and she soon returned the favor.

As they sawed, soon it became unbearable, and she reached down, grabbed him, and guided him into her. He continued to saw, this time piercing deeper into her, slowly burying himself in her. She gasped, and he groaned into her. He had needed to feel her around him so much.