Sage had known she'd take it as far as she could. Her face told him all he needed to know...she'd push him further than she'd pushed him before. The last few times they'd done this sort of thing it had been figuring each other out. A desperate attempt to connect them - to entertwine their very souls in the way only this could. But now? Now was different.

He held on as long as he could, knowing she was enjoying this. But that damn smile of hers, that knowing twinkle in her eye. It sent him spiraling. And when she spoke, he knew it was over, even as she opened her mouth. His eyes widened slightly at her words, a throaty chuckle emerging.

He let himself go after that, a noise he couldn't quite explain escaping his lips and he wriggled underneath her, mind knowing nothing except the emotions she was giving him. She watched him, he knew that, but she met him again soon enough, and all he knew was the absolute delight that was. The desires twisting all around them and merging them into one.

Once Jora had moved off of him, letting the belt slide off his hands and giving him his freedomm back, he stay on the floor, simply catching his breath and letting his heart calm down a little bit as the heat of the moment faded.

When she spoke up, he glanced over at her, cocking his head in resposne to her question. "A family," he hummed after a moment. "I think it would be nice," he agreed softly, propping himself up on his arm and looking over in her direction. "Though I would insist on going somewhere less dangerous to actually give birth at," he added, raising his eyebrows at her. That wouldn't be negotibale. If something happened and they needed a doctor, he wasn't going to lose her or the baby, or both, over something as stupid as not going to Tortuga or something the weeks before her due date.

Then he chuckled softly. "Besides, if we keep going like this, we're bound to get one sooner or later," he joked, though it was sort of serious.

Jora glanced at him, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips as he caught his breath on the floor. He was still catching up, but she liked seeing him in this way—vulnerable, just for a moment. The intensity was starting to ebb, and as he answered her question, she couldn’t help but feel a little warmer inside.

His words made her laugh, though, the chuckle escaping her almost involuntarily. She met his eyes when he looked up, raising an eyebrow at his insistence on safety. She could appreciate that part of him, the part that wanted to protect her, that wanted things to go right. She just wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to trust a hospital or anything that was too structured.

"I suppose you’re right about the hospital," she said, the lightness of the moment fading just a little as she considered the practicality of it. "Tortuga’s probably a bit too far, though." She shrugged, her fingers brushing against the floor idly as she thought about it.

"And as for getting one sooner or later..." Her lips quirked into a smirk. "You are pretty good at making things happen when you put your mind to it."

Her gaze flicked over him, still sprawled out on the floor, a little too amused by the situation to let it go entirely. "Don’t worry," she added, her tone low and teasing, "I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Eventually."

Sage hummed lightly as she considered the hospital, and nodded and he moved to sit up with a grunt. "I can do art, not deliver a baby that's not facing the right direction," he noted with a small chuckle. He'd love to tell her things wouldn't go wrong in labor and all that, but that simply wasn't how the world worked. Mother nature could be vicious, he knew that better than most. The truth was, things went wrong all the time. People died giving birth. And he didn't want that to be the case here.

"We'll figure it out," he noted softly. "Hell, you could probably get a better one than what tortuga has to offer back at home," he added pointedly. If she contacted her father, she'd get the best care they had to offer. Especially if she claimed she'd been trying to get home. She'd found a man who'd been killed, or Sage could go in disguise. He didn't know. They'd figure it out later.

At her next comments, he couldn't help but laugh and give her a grin. "I suppose so," he mused. "Though I'd prefer it if we got the house together and figured everything about this island out first," he noted, moving to reach for their clothes, sorting through the pile and tossing hers after a moment.

Sage grunted and nodded in response to her comment. "Have you ever been to Tortuga," he asked, raising an eyebrow. "We're poor. They have a hospital, but it's not great," he admitted. "The whole place is dirty and drunk, and it's not a great environment to be unable to fight in." And after giving birth...she wouldn't be able to fight. Her dad could get her somewhere much safer, with better doctors. They could make up a story. They had time.

At her next comments, he offered her a smile and a nod. "We'll finish the house soon," he hummed. "And go exploring this island, and then the ones around this one," he mused lightly, admittedly excited just thinking about it. "And I'll make sure we have a good life here," he added softly, meeting her gaze before tugging his shirt on and finishing dressing. He'd do everything he could to make her happy and healthy here. Give her whatever she wanted in life.