TITLE: Milkshake, Please

CHARACTERS: Raven (Scott Levy), Stevie Richards

PAIRINGS: Raven/Stevie

NOTES: Involves MPreg. And gay marriage.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these people; I just use them to make everyone else happy!


Stevie Richards tried to relax on the couch while waiting for Raven, Scott Levy, to arrive back at their Atlanta home. He started slightly when the door opened, having previously been occupied by the show on their plasma screen television.

Scott was still dressed up from the show in his white suit, black leather face-cover, and black fedora with his face paint slightly smudged. He took off his hat and set it on the table by the front door, unconsciously scratching his bleached blond neck-length hair. He unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it toward the coffee table in front of Stevie. With a groan, Scott pushed the black suspenders off his shoulders and made his way toward the younger man on the couch.

As soon as Scott had taken the seat next to him, Stevie unlaced his face-cover and pried it over the older man's head.

"Thanks, babe." Scott said with a smile, leaning in to claim Stevie's lips gently.

Stevie enthusiastically kissed back, letting out an aggravated whine when Scott pushed him away.

"How's the baby doing?" Scott asked, settling an arm across Stevie's shoulders and placing one hand on the large lump in the younger man's shirt.

"Fine. It's been kicking." Stevie shrugged. "I just want to know whether it's a boy or girl so I can stop calling it, it."

Scott nodded, pulling Stevie closer. The brunette shifted so that his legs were up in his lover's lap, gently twining his arms around the older man's neck. He laid his head on Scott's shoulder and let out a contented sigh.

"No offense," Stevie started, pulling back from Scott's shoulder. "But you smell like sweat, and that's only attractive when we're, y'know, having sex...or wrestling. But when you're holding me on the couch, I would like it if you didn't smell bad."

Scott snorted with laughter, pushing Stevie's legs from his lap. "Fine, lemme go take a shower then, your Highness."

"It would be appreciated, peasant." Stevie said with a nod and proceeded to stretch out on the couch.

Scott stopped dead and turned back to Stevie. "Peasant?"

"Uh, Scotty, baby, I was kidding. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Scotty, I was kidding, please don't hurt me!"

"You're gonna be sorry." Scott replied, leaning over Stevie's cowering form, before proceeding to tickle him.

"Fuck! Stop, Scott! Fuck, seriously! That-That tickles!" Stevie forced out between giggles. He wiggled around, trying to escape his lover's onslaught. "Fine, fine, I give! You win!"

Scott laughed and pulled back. As he walked out of the room, he picked his hat up and forced it back on his head, all the while whistling one song. Singin' in the Rain.

Stevie laughed quietly to himself. Sometimes Scott got way too into his whole 'Clockwork Orange' gimmick. He could hear Scott close the door to the bathroom, and a couple minutes later, the unmistakable sound of water hitting skin.

Stevie wasn't really paying attention to the TV as he gently rubbed his stomach. He was too busy imagining Scott, nude in the shower, his body arching, droplets of water running down his tan, tattooed flesh. He could visualize Scott's dick, half erect as the hot water cascaded down the length of his body.

With a moan, Stevie realized how hard he was. Damn, Stevie thought, I really need to stop doing this to myself. With a groan, he pulled his pregnant body off the couch. He sauntered his way gracefully, well as gracefully as he could while seven months pregnant, into the master bedroom. The young brunette gently pushed against the bathroom door, and was delighted to find that it was unlocked.

Stevie tiptoed into the room, perching himself on the counter to watch Scott through the glass door of the shower.

Scott didn't realize that Stevie had entered the room. He continued to lather his body, walking under the hot stream of water to rinse off the foam. He dipped his head back, and a moan escaped his lips as his bleached hair began to get soaked.

Stevie smiled and watched quietly as Scott shampooed his blond hair, paying special attention to his scalp. Once that was done, he picked up the bottle of conditioner. At that point, he noticed the transfixed Stevie sitting quietly on the countertop, grinning at him.

"Stevie! Damn, just give me a heart attack why don'tcha?!" Scott yelled, turning away from the younger man.

Stevie giggled and gave his lover a wolf whistle. "Damn, Scotty, you's sexy."

Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Shut up, Stevie."

Stevie faked a hurt look. "How can you be so mean, Scotty? I said you were sexy. Why does that make you mad?"

Scott grabbed the towel he had hung over the side of the shower door, turning the knob on the wall of the shower to turn off the cooling stream of water. He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped from the shower. "Aww, babe, c'mere..." The older man said, holding out both of his arms.

Stevie hopped off of the counter and hurried into Scott's waiting arms. "I love you, Scott."

Scott nuzzled Stevie's shoulder length brown hair. "I love you, too, Steve." He pulled back from Stevie. "Lemme get dressed, huh? I'll meet you in the living room in just a bit."

Stevie smiled and agreed, rushing from the room and back to the couch. He settled himself in between the two pillows on the sofa.

Scott re-entered the room with a smirk on his face. He had pulled on a pair of silver and blue work out shorts and a gray wife beater.

"My babe." Scott said, leaning down in front of the brunette to press his lips to his.

Stevie kissed back, leaning into the older man.

When Scott pulled away, he took Stevie's left hand. Gently, he swirled his finger over the diamond set in a thin gold band on the younger man's ring finger. His finger moved slowly to the plain gold band beneath it. "You're amazing." He whispered, sitting down on the couch.

Stevie laughed. "I know, Mr. Scott Levy. You're amazing, too."

"Mr. Steven Richards-Levy." Scott chuckled. "At least that's what our marriage certificate says."

"All my contracts say it, too. But no one really notices." Stevie sighed and leaned heavily against Scott's shoulder, his TV show now just forgotton blurs of light and color.

Scott pressed his lips to Stevie's forehead. "You're gonna have my baby."

Stevie smiled, burying his face in the tattooed skin of Scott's shoulder. "Our baby."

"I hope it has your eyes." Scott said. "You have the prettiest blue eyes."

"And your hair." Steve ruffled the bleached-blond hair on Scott's head. "I miss the curly black hair that you were born with. I want our baby to have curly black hair."

Scott laughed. "That's gonna be a bitch to take care of. I had trouble with all those curls."

"But they were cute!" Stevie protested, smiling. "I really want the baby to have your hair."

"And your nose." Scott said with a chuckle. "But my mouth."

"Yeah, I fuckin' love your big lips. They're so friggin' soft and..." He was cut off when said lips hit his thinner ones. "Utterly...kissable."

Scott chuckled quietly and buried a hand into Stevie's long hair.

"Scotty?"

"Yeah?" Scott asked, distractedly picking up the TV remote to change the channel to a crime show.

"I want a milkshake."

Scott blinked, turning confused brown eyes to Stevie's shining blue ones. "Well...wait; you want me to make you a milkshake? After I get back from a grueling TNA recording, you want me to make you a milkshake?"

Stevie smiled and nodded. "Please?"

Scott sighed and ruffled the wavy brown hair on Stevie's scalp. "You're impossible."

Stevie pouted. "I have cravings. I blame you."

Scott quirked a pierced brow. "Why me?"

Stevie rolled his eyes. "Cause you're the one that got me pregnant in the first place. It's your fault that I have random cravings, and damn it, I want a milkshake!"

Scott held up his palms in defense. "Okay, okay. I'll make you a milkshake, damn."

Stevie smiled. "Thank you, Scotty."

Scott shoved himself away from the couch to go into the kitchen. "Don't change the channel. I'm watching CSI. Maybe Grissom'll finally get some from that chick with the gap in her teeth."

Stevie giggled, turning back to watch the show. He could hear Scott cursing and banging around in the kitchen, searching for the elusive blender. The man let out a relived sound when he found his quarry.

"What kind?"

Stevie blinked in confusion. "What kind what?"

Scott grumbled. "What kind of milkshake do you want?"

"Oh!" Stevie thought for a moment. "Chocolate with marshmallows thrown in, please!"

Scott smiled and shook his head, rummaging through the pantry to find Stevie's beloved mini marshmallows to add to the mix. He pulled the bag out from behind some cans of Campbell’s soup. The blonde turned back to the refrigerator and extracted the carton of chocolate ice cream and tossed both items on the counter. He grabbed his jug of milk and poured a liberal amount into the glass blending canister.

Scott dug through the drawer and found his ice cream scoop. He used it to fling a few cold, gooey, sweet globs into the white milk. With that done, he returned the dairy products to their former places. The man dumped half the contents of the marshmallow bag into the mix, turning to add a couple little scoops of sugar. Stevie loved his sugar.

With a sigh, Scott called "Turning the blender on!" so that Stevie knew to turn up the TV if he wanted to hear anything. He pushed the button, gritting his teeth at the grinding sound the gears made. Scott chuckled quietly when Stevie let out a scream of frustration.

"Damn it, Scotty! They were just getting to the good part! I think that Nick and Greg were finally gonna hook up, but, Noooooo! You had to scare them off with your damn blender!"

Scott shook his head with a giggle. Stevie was so unintelligent sometimes. Well, most of the time. But, hey, Scott still loved him anyway.

"Of course they were!" Scott yelled back, checking to be sure all of the ingredients had blended. They had. "Thank God." The blonde whispered to himself, choosing two goblet-style glasses from the cabinet. He poured the creamy mixture into each and set the used blending canister into the sink.

Stevie smiled and laughed as Scott reentered the room, one glass in each hand. He took the glass he was offered and sipped strongly. "Mmm, thank you, Scotty. Delicious."

Scott rolled his eyes, setting one arm on the couch behind the younger man. "Yeah, yeah. You can make me do anything, can't you?"

Stevie smirked, turning his head to nuzzle Scott's throat. Scott let out a gasp. "That's 'cause you love me." The brunette giggled when Scott affectionately mussed his hair. "Hey!"

Scott just laughed. "Yeah, I love you. Now let me watch my CSI."

Stevie obliged, leaning back into the warmth and comfort of Scott's body. They sat like that for a long time, occasionally sipping at the milkshakes, perfectly content to remain in each others' presence.

By the time CSI was over, Stevie was yawning. His glass was sitting empty on the coffee table. He watched Scott tidy up the room, returning their glasses to the kitchen.

Stevie flicked the television off. He stifled a yawn as Scott re-entered the room. "Aww, you tired?" Scott asked with a smirk.

Stevie nodded, another yawn escaping his slightly parted lips. He reached both arms out to Scott. "Help me?"

Scott chuckled and clasped both of Stevie's hands, pulling the taller man off of the couch. "C'mon, lemme put you to bed."

Stevie nodded, nuzzling Scott's temple. The two men stumbled their way through the dark hallway to the bedroom they shared.

Scott helped Stevie into their bed, removing the younger man's shirt and shorts. Stevie giggled as he watched his lover toss his wife beater across the room. Scott fumbled with his own workout shorts, finally wrenching them off.

"Goddamn fucking sonofabitch..." Scott muttered at the shorts. He turned on one lamp and picked up his glasses. The other hand came up with a well-worn comic book.

“Geek.” Stevie joked.

Scott shrugged, flipping through the color-splashed pages. “I like comics. Sue me.”

Stevie shook his head as another yawn forced its way through his lips. “Can we please turn off the lights, Scotty? I’m tired…”

Scott snorted and shook his head. “Fine. Fine, I’ll just forget everything I’m doing to make you happy.” He joked, turning out the lights. He set his glasses and comic on the nightstand.

Stevie turned on his side and slipped into Scott’s waiting arms. Together, the happy couple fell asleep.