"I can." No leap of logic there when she keeps feeding him and rubbing his stomach, the once slender middle starting bud into a bump with how much she's been shoving into him. And continues too as cookies are pushed into his mouth leaving him little room to talk; or tease.

"Hey-- slow down." Heine mutters swallowing the last mouthful. "Full. Warm. How about you?" Warm too he thinks as he runs fingers down the side of her leg.