magmaticflamberge | Locked to wouldbeground. Post-marriage.

Locked to wouldbeground. Post-marriage.

How long had he wanted this?

Edmond's lifelong dream was now a band of gold around his finger, a small, round ruby encrusted on the smooth surface. Metal shining like sunshine, stone burning like lava. Nothing else could be such a glorious synthesis of both Team Magma's goals and what Edmond and Maxie shared.

He was now married to Mother Earth's only hope. The single most beautiful, brilliant and powerful man on the planet. For many years, nothing could stop Edmond's love for him, and now their bond was sacred, set in stone... Literally, he thought, moving his hand slightly to make the ruby on his wedding ring twinkle in the light.

For Maxie, he had given everything, and he was ready to give more, so much more. Together, they had smiled and loved. Up to now, they had been free. But now things had changed. And Edmond hoped that his husband understood that a bond was primarily that - a bond. A set of duties, beautifully mutual.

Sitting on a red velvet chair, before the fire he had just lit in the fireplace, Edmond let his thoughts drift. Had his first marriage failed because he had let his wife do whatever she wanted? Were they driven to divorce because Edmond hadn't been strict with her?

Well. He did not yet know exactly what mistake he had made then, but, whatever it was, he was determined not to make it now.

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"Yes, Edmond. Thank you for reminding me."

Maxie sighed, and opened the door, looking around carefully, before stepping outside and towards the bedroom. He expected Edmond to keep his promise. He was expecting Edmond not to even talk about sex. He didn't know if he should keep his hopes up or just... simply give up. He entered the bedroom, and looked towards the bed... letting out a small sigh.

Edmond already sat in the bed, smiling and patting the covers next to him, inviting Maxie to join him.

"Do you know what matters the most to me, Maxie?"

"What is it, Edmond?"

He sighs, and moved closer to the bed. Placing a hand on it to help him keep his balance. He was rather large, and he felt like he'd fall over at any moment.

"You, Maxie."

Edmond slipped out of the covers, moved on the bed to sit on his knees in front of Maxie, and gently helped him onto the bed.

"You are what is most important to me. All the riches in the world are nowhere as precious as a single moment spent with you. Nothing else can bring me such joy and fullness. I am the richest and most fortunate of all men, because I have you by my side."

Maxie reached forward to touch his hands, looking Edmond in his beautiful eyes, moving into him to plant a kiss on his lips.

"...I would give up summoning Groundon for you. I have never been happier than when I'm with you. Just like this."

He looked at him carefully, slowly climbing into bed with him.

Edmond blushed deeply at the kiss, and delicately laid his hands on Maxie's shoulders.

"R-really? Sometimes... I can't help but get the feeling that you're not happy with me, and that... " He closed his eyes gravely. "That hurts me to the core. I could never live with myself, knowing that I cannot make you as infinitely happy as you make me."

Maxie sighed, and looked at him.

"...You simply frustrate me, Edmond." He moves to try and get comfortable on the bed. "I don't think you understand me completely. What I'm comfortable with... you've been more forceful. And I don't want that..."

He looked at him, hand over his stomach, whimpering lightly. He just wanted Edmond to treat him like an equal. He was tired, and it was pretty written all over his face.

Edmond reclined on the bed, next to Maxie. He brushed his thumb lightly against the back of one of Maxie's hands.

"I'm sorry, my love... I will try to be more respectful of you, then. But you will let me know when I'm crossing the line, won't you?"

He moved in to briefly kiss Maxie's cheek. "Now sleep, my love. If there really are three of you, you must sleep at least three times as much as I do."

Of course, Edmond's rhetoric was as over-the-top as always. Still, even that seemed like a good idea right now, didn't it?

He sighs, wrapping his hand in Edmond,'s and moving to get more comfortable on the bed.

"It only truly works if you listen, Edmond. You cannot disregard what I say for your own needs." Shaking his head, he moves to crawl under the covers.

"Then I'll be sleeping for a good long while." And Edmond should know better than to try and wake him up before he wanted to be woken up. He looks up to him, and nods.

"Good night..."

"Good night, my love." He planted a brief kiss on Maxie's forehead and adjusted his hair on the pillow for a moment, before lying down next to him again. "May your sleep be restful, and your dreams be sweet."

He remained awake for a while, watching lovingly as Maxie fell asleep. Only after Maxie was safely consigned to Morpheus' embrace, could Edmond finally fall asleep in turn.

And while Maxie had slept well that night, a few months later, he wouldn't be as fortunate.

Or maybe it was Edmond who wouldn't be so fortunate.

Maxie was around the six month mark of the pregnancy, and the hormones had gone completely out of control. Except most of the time, he was angry. Servants never really wanted to get close to him, so Maxie went after the one who was always close to him.

"Edmond! EDMOND!" Through out the house.

The only time Edmond would leave Maxie's side then, was when he had to cook. After making sure that the only pot left on the fire won't be needing attention anytime for a while - he's making soup - and quickly instructing one of the maids on when to remove it, he flies, almost literally, to where Maxie is.

"Tell me, my love! Tell me everything! What is it that causes you such trouble?"

Over his usual dress shirt and slacks, he was still wearing a frilly white apron.

Maxie was now sitting, and clearly unhappy. Crossing his arms over his now rather large stomach. That would be him being unhappy with being pregnant in general. And seeing as Edmond was the one who could have gotten him knocked up as well...

"Where the hell did you go?! I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Edmond's unleashed the beast inside of him without even really trying.

"I was cooking, my love."

Edmond answered promptly, getting on his knees before Maxie's chair and smiling up at him. Didn't the apron make it obvious enough...?

"You know I don't trust anyone else, not even my loyal servants, to make food for you. Especially when you are in such a delicate state as this one. I am sure you'll love what I made for lunch today."

Perhaps, if Maxie saw him smile, he'd calm down...?

However, it was clear that answer wasn't going to hold water for Maxie today. He was glaring at Edmond.

"The servants aren't helping me, so I have to rely on you for everything! I want you by my side at all times, Edmond! No matter what! And that's that!"

He crossed his legs over, as if that was truly the end of that.

When he addressed Maxie again, Edmond was shaking a little. Maxie's anger was one of the few things he truly feared.

"B-but then... how am I supposed to make you food? Unless you can follow me to the kitchen..."

"Do you not have servants that you can trust?"

Maxie seemed to calm down a bit, but it was clear that he still held a lot of anger in his body.

"Maxie... this is about your health, realize. My servants are excellent, but there is nobody I can trust to do as good a job as I, your husband and lover."

He nuzzled a bit against Maxie's leg, like a loyal pet.

"In any case... what do you require my presence for, my love?"

"I don't want you to keep leaving me to go cook! You should be right here by my side!"

Maxie sighed, looking towards him. Still upset. Very upset.

"...I don't even remember! That's the problem with you not being here all the time!"

"Well, I am here now, am I not? So there is no harm done. Now, let's try to jog your memory. What could you possibly have wanted?"

Edmond quickly moved behind Maxie's chair, lightly setting his long fingers on the redhead's shoulders.

"A back massage, perhaps?"

"I don't think that was it..."

However, when he was actually getting it, maybe this would be a better solution.

"And my feet too."

Edmond hummed quietly in Maxie's ear as he got to work. Since things often tended to go wrong whenever he opened his mouth, perhaps this moment needed no words at all.

He began kneading Maxie's back lovingly, his palms transferring heat to skin and muscle. Edmond was excellent at massages, having learned a lot at a course he had taken at one of Lavaridge's many spas.

The silence was probably the thing Maxie needed most. He stopped yelling, the servants weren't really moving, and all Edmond was doing was rubbing his back. And some humming, but that was very relaxing.

And the sounds he were making were clear that Edmond was doing a damn good job on his back. He bit his lip a bit. "Lower... a little lower..."

Edmond's humming stopped entirely, so he could better hear his husband's vocalizations. Even something so simple was like music to his ears, and he was happy to comply with his request, moving his hands a little lower along Maxie's spine.

Even if Edmond was trying to keep quiet, he could not help but feel... a certain presence within Maxie's body, once his hands were roughly at the height of Maxie's kidneys. And if there was somebody, of course, it was polite to greet, though Edmond's voice was a soft, intimate whisper near Maxie's ear.

"Hello, sweethearts! How are you doing today?"

Maxie felt relaxed for the first time in months. He didn't have to worry about if the children would be fine, if he would be okay going into labor... he had to worry about nothing at all. He could focus on actually relaxing with his husband. Shutting his eyes and sighing lightly.

He only opened them again when Edmond decided to whisper in his ear. He blinked and looked around before looking down... ah yes, those sweethearts. He sighed again. "They're a little restless today... it's very hard to keep moving around with them both being so restless..."

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