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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Dean Winchester: Miracle and Simon

Pairing: Dean W. x Wife!Reader Pov: Dean Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, Dean, dogs, talk of infertility, sadness, overall fluff, comforting Dean, Sam is mention. Summary: Y/n and Dean learn after a long time of trying for children that Y/n is unable to bare a child. With this news, they decide to wait. When Dean comes across two very cute pups how can Dean pass it up? Word Count: 2.3k A/N: Written for band-psychos 1.5 followers writing bingo challenge. This is sad, but good at the same time. By the way, I have absolutely no clue what it's like to be told that I won't be able to have children, so what I may say may be wrong. Also, I'm sorry if this is something that affects you. Square: First Pet

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Month, turned into years of trying for a baby. It was okay in the beginning, but it turned into constant disappointment. Not disappointed in Y/n or myself. Just overall disappointment in the situation.

How we had been stripped of the ability to have kids. Y/n being stripped of the chance of being the best mother I know she can be. I felt more hopeless, and helpless than I had in any other part of my life.

My darling wife unable to bare a child, unable to be the most gifted thing in life. Unable to become a mother. That day was horrific, She cried in my arms and spent the drive back home in silence.

She stayed away, she had moved back into her old room. Forcing everything that we had built to be crushed. She pushed everything and everyone away.

It was horrible, she wore her ring still. Years of marriage, years of trying. Years of our life being shut out. Being put behind a wall because she felt as if she wasn't enough, wasn't worth being with.

There were nights of course I'd try and make conversation with her, but it always ended in silence, or in me talking enough for the both of us.

The few months that she pushed me away were the hardest, hearing the loud sobs echo through the halls. Not hearing her voice at all was the worst of it all, not being able to see the bright smile that used to blossom on her face was horrible.

So many things that I wish that I could change for her, so many things that I wish that I could make better. Better for her, better for me, but most importantly better for our relationship.

Finally one night.

Hearing a soft knock on my door, even with it being ajar. "Dean.. Can I come in?" Y/n asked, barely poking her head into my, our room. I was still a little confused on that one.

"Of course honey," I said pulling the bedspread back so if she wished she could climb into bed with me. She walked in slowly, not bothering to shut the door behind her.

She wore an old shirt of mine, sleep shorts, and her slippers. She looked just like she has always looked comfortable, but the look on her face was a displacement of how she looked. Her voice was white, heavy purple and black circles under her eyes, her face even looked a little bit too skinny.

Y/n say slipping her slippers off before climbing to the bed with me. "Hey." She said timidly like, "Hey baby," I said. During the time she had taken to be by herself, I had done more than enough research about what happened when women learned that they were infertile.

How they need space, or how they didn't like to be touched, how they could have outbursts of many different emotions. It's been five months and now Y/n's back in our bed. I'm hesitant to touch her, I think she can tell.

"Let me first say that"

"I missed you"

We spoke at the same time, speaking at the same was something that we always tended to do... God to hear her voice was amazing, like cutting butter so smooth and calming. She was so perfect to me no matter what was going on outside of this moment right now.

I smiled, and Y/n smiled back at me. It wasn't a full smile, but it was true and halfway there. "Do you want me to go first?" I asked not wanting to push her if she wasn't fully comfortable with it.

But if she wasn't comfortable with it then she wouldn't have come to my... our room and sat down next to her husband. Right? 'Stop asking so many questions.'

"If you want to Dean." She said her voice starting to waver. She's going to start crying, start talking Dean.

"I'm going, to be honest with you here. I don't know what to say.' Smiling afterward, ' I... I want you to know that you aren't alone in this, I know now that you needed your space, I want you to know that no matter what you think I don't blame you at all, not once. Because I'll forever love you. I've also been reading a lot,' Y/n was smiling now, raising her eyebrows at my reading comment. 'Anything for you Y/n you know that, but regardless I've been doing some reading on this situation, how this may affect us, you and myself. I just want you to know that I'm here for you." I said finally shutting my mouth.

She didn't look like she was going to cry anymore. Y/n was smiling a bright tooth-grinning smile. "You know Dean even when you don't know what to say you always manage to say the right thing, every single fuckin' time," She said through her smile.

Is it weird to say, but I know when Y/n is at her most happy because she curses. She spouts out every single bad curse word there is known to man. Just to tell you how happy she truly is.

God, I missed her smile. You don't realize just how much you miss something or even need it until it stops coming into your life and then comes back into your life a bullet.

I reached out to touch her, but I'm still hesitant. Very hesitant she most definitely saw that. When I went to take my hand back to my lap, she reached out grabbing my hand.

She's so soft, and her hands god how I've forgotten how much smaller her hands are to mine. Look at her hands, look at that ring, still shiny and glistening under the light of our room. That ring I think is what brought her back to me, no scratch that I think our love for each other is brought her back to me.

I had been looking for weeks after Y/n finally came back. Everything needs to settle down before I can even prompt the question to her. I want her to feel safe, I don't her to feel pressured or like I might be trying to replace the idea of children.

I again dived in and did the research for my idea. Sam even helped me, helped me to try and find the right one for her and me. Sam knows a lot of things but he especially knows this about me. When I do something I do it all the way, no half-assing anything and that only becomes ten times more when Y/n is thrown into the situation.

Doing the best research I could with the help of my brother of course. I found the best thing, not something I necessarily like the idea of but anything to help Y/n.

Anything for her.

They passed my screen, and before I knew it I was scrolling back up to them. In the loud and bold letter, it read.

These two come together, a pit bull and a golden retriever. Price is free, just come and pick them up today.

It just clicked, you ever have those types of moments. Where you can feel deep down in your mind, and body. Gosh, I'm really starting to get more and more like Sam.

I shouldn't say that because honestly, that's how it was for me when I first met Y/n. But that is most definitely a story for another time. I jumped from my seat sending the library chair to slide and then fall against the tile floor.

"Are you okay?" I heard Y/n's sweet voice ringing from behind me. 'Shit I forgot' "Yeah I'm fine, I just remember that I forgot to grab something when I was out earlier," I said, turning jamming my phone in my back pocket, calmly walking over to her, and kissing her temple saying bye.

I rushed, driving down the gravel road that leads to home sweet home. If nobody knew what I was doing they'd probably all think I was trying to get away from a murder that I just committed.

The drive to pups was silent. I'd driven baby so many times alone, but this time it just felt different. My impala was the first one parked, a few people close behind me. I rushed up to the fairly older man. He looked over my shoulder, he huffed before waving the other people off.

"Now listen heree son, I'm given' you 2 pups for nothing, so I don't want to hear anything." He said stepping down the porch and walking in front of me to the red broke down barn.

"They're in here. All yours." He said pulling back the door and then walking back to his barn house. Pointing in a very general area, there were 2 pups as the old man called them. Curled up into each other, 'cute' I thought to myself.

'I've already been gone for too long, hurry up Dean.' I said to myself. "Do they respond to commands? Like come, or no?" I asked as I slouched down to the height or near height of them. He hummed and said a few things under his breath.

"Come here," I said gently, just like if I were talking to Y/n. I know that as husband and wife you're supposed to talk about things before you just go outright and do them, but I kind of figured that Y/n wouldn't have any cons to having some furry children. It would most definitely take her mind somewhere else for the moment.

Waking them up from their shallow sleep, they were both wary at first, but grow to be giving me kisses had me rolling around on the dirty ground.

"Come on son!" The old man said. I jumped up from the ground dusting my clothes off and whistling for the dog's attention. "Let's go" They followed us out of the barn and chased after each other. There was no need for a transaction seeing as he just wanted them gone.

I whistled again, both chasing each other and coming to a fast stop in front of me. I was hesitant to let these pups in my baby, but anything for my girl, for her happiness, anything for her.

Both jumping up and finding a comfy spot and laying down. I speed back home, I'd already been gone for much longer than I originally wanted.

I once again speed down the gravel road heading to my home sweet home. Parking in the garage caused the pups to raise their heads. That being the first time, at least they don't complain about my driving like Sam does. That's rather nice.

I opened the back door and let both of them slip out. Yes at that moment I had realized that I had in fact told nobody of my plans, and I also had nothing to give them food-wise.

Letting them into the bunker they seemed to feel at home, but the more odd thing was that they didn't seem to care about anything other than finding Y/n.

An odd moment, it's like Sam said years ago sometimes animals can sense evil, so why can't they sense happiness or even sadness. I wonder?

The two of them led their own ways to the door of our bedroom. "Sit," I said quietly. They looked at each other and sat down, well actually they laid down.

I knocked and then came in seeing at it was also my room. "When'd you get back?" Y/n's honey slick voiced asked. "Just a few moments ago, love...." There was a comfortable silence between us, but Y/n always knows.

"What are you hiding Winchester?" She asked, pulling the sheets from her body. 'No don't get out of bed' "I need you to stay in bed for this surprise if you will." I said gesturing her to lay back down. " Be ready okay?" I said opening the door,

There sat a golden retriever and a pit bull. I heard her gasp "Dean?!". Behind me I saw the two dogs slowly sit up fully, they looked over at me, then over at Y/n.

I nodded and whistled. The pitbull was the first one to reach Y/n his nose nudging her arm. "Dean?" I heard again, so I turned I was smiling, the dog has already made a way onto her lap. "We.. are.. you." Y/n was most definitely stumbling over her words.

"Yes, they're ours. I thought that if we y'know. We could find a way to take care of something. I think he likes you, baby." I said walking all the way into the room having the golden following close behind me. "Yeah and I think she likes you, Dean." She said, patting the pits head.

"They need names," I said nodding to let the golden know that it was okay for her to jump up on the bed. I want my bed to remember them too, cause my bed is memory foam.

"Miracle and Simon. What do you think." Y/n said resting her hand on top of the pits head. "Whos who?" I asked, Y/n pointed at the dog taking up most of my lap, "That's Miracle" then moving and pointing over the sleeping pup in her lap snoring "This, sweet boy is Simon." She said a single tear falling down her cheek.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked "I know that I didn't even ask you if this was okay," I said worrying as more tears fall down her soft warm-toned cheeks.

"Nothing is wrong Dean, I just remembered that I wanted to maybe name our son Simon when we finally got pregnant." She said, I wiped her stray tears and said, "We've got our son and daughter just in fur version. And being together is enough for me." Kissing her forehead. A whispered, "Thank you Deanie Beanie." I rolled my eyes and kissed her forehead again.

Completed on: 05/24/2021

Posted on 05/25/2021

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cocomaxley · 6 years ago

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In Sickness In Health

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 and yours truly. Catch up HERE.

Summary: Genevieve and Liam are home sick while Anitah and Rashad have fun in NYC. This was a prompt request from @speedyoperarascalparty: For Genevieve and whoever you want You have cold, you’re not dying.

Rating: Mature, bad language and awful decisions. And this turned out much longer than I intended.

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Before the alarm clock went off, Genevieve woke up coughing. Rashad stirred next to her and turned. Looking at her concerned, he asked, “Are you alright, Gen?” She nodded her head still coughing. He got out of bed and brought back a glass of water. She took a sip and smiled at her husband, “Thank you, honey. I guess I caught that cold that’s going around. I feel fine other than this cough.” Rashad sighed, “Sweetheart, I really think you should go to the doctor. You’ve been tired the past week and this cough doesn’t sound good. What if you have bronchitis?”

“Baby, I’m fine...besides, I have too much work to do to be sick. Don’t worry,” she smiled at him trying to convince him that she was in fact alright. Just then, Rashad’s cell phone rang, “What’s up Liam? It’s early.” He heard a pitiful whimper on the other end of the phone, “Rashad, I'm dying!" Genevieve then started hacking again. She left the room so she wouldn’t interrupt the phone call. He heard Anitah laughing in the background before the phone was removed from Liam’s hand. “Hello, Rashad. The King is not on his deathbed, I promise. Is Gen alright? She sounds awful!”

Rashad replied, "He kinda sounds like he's dying, Anitah...Gen says she's fine and refuses to go the doctor. She said it's just a cold." Anitah tried to control her laughter as Liam continued to groan in the background like a wounded animal. She lowered her voice to a whisper, “Liam just has the man flu. Sounds like they need to switch places.” Rashad let out a heavy sigh,"Well they're both stubborn. So good luck trying to convince them. What does this mean for our trip to New York for the Climate Action Summit? Will your dying husband be able to make it?"

“No, he will not be going. Hope you don’t mind the Queen taking his place...”

"These trips are always fun when you're there. Hopefully no international disasters this time..."

“That was ONE time Rashad....but I won’t make any promises,” Anitah laughed. Rashad chuckled, "We're set to leave at 4:30. Maybe Gen should stay at the palace with Liam while we're gone. I don't want her to be by herself. My father is also traveling, and she’s not going to call the staff if she needs something. Plus, Liam probably shouldn’t be alone right now." Anitah agreed, “That will be more than fine. I will let staff know she’ll be staying.”

The two hung up the phone, and Rashad started packing a bag for his wife. He knew she would protest, so he was preparing himself mentally. He recited what he was going to say so that she would agree to go to the palace while he was out of town. He heard her phone chirp with a message, and he glanced at the screen. A smile formed on his lips after he read it.

She came back into the room freshly showered. “What are you doing, Rashad?” She motioned towards the packed bag. He took a deep breath already forgetting his prepared speech, “Before you say no, hear me out...Liam is sick, so Anitah is going to New York with me instead. Since you're sick, I thought you and Liam could keep each other company.”

She rolled her eyes, “So you're asking me to babysit Liam? I told you I feel fine. And I have to go to work, honey. I'll just check on him before and after work. Have Drake watch him during the day.” She grumbled under her breath, “He's such a baby.”

Rashad cleared his throat, trying not to laugh, “Sweetie, Pam already texted and said to stay home. Check your phone.” Sure enough, when she looked at her phone, there was a text from Pam that read, ‘Keep your sick ass at home. I don't want your cooties.’

“You guys are ridiculous!” She said loudly which caused her to have another coughing fit. He raised his brow at her. “Fine!” she stomped off to her closet to get dressed.

Meanwhile at the palace, Anitah was packing her suitcase for the trip. “Anitah!” Liam yelled. “Love, can you just stay home and take care of me? Rashad can go to the summit by himself…” Anitah tried to keep her face serious, “My King, one of us has to represent Cordonia along with Rashad, so they know we take climate issues seriously. Gen is coming to stay with you.” Liam looked relieved, “Gen’s staying with me? Ok, I feel better now. She can take care of me. And she cooks really good food.” Anitah giggled, “She's sick too, and Pam banned her from the clinic until she feels better. So you guys can take care of each other. She is in denial of being sick so she probably will cook for you. Now, can I get you anything before I leave? Orange juice? Soup? Your balls maybe?”

“Ha ha ha...you're so funny,” Liam replied. “I'd like some orange juice though.” Anitah brought Liam a glass of juice and kissed his forehead. Then she resumed packing her bag. “Good luck, Gen,” she murmured while she packed.

That afternoon, Genevieve and Rashad entered the royal quarters. Liam was laying on the couch covered with a blanket. He looked at his two friends, “Hey, guys. Sorry I didn't answer the door, my entire body hurts.” Rashad covered his mouth to hide the smile on his face, “I hope you feel better, Li. Gen will take care you of while we’re gone.”

“Thanks, Rashad. Make sure to keep an eye on my Queen. I don't want to have to clean up another international...achoo!” Liam pulled the covers up to his chin and whimpered. Rashad chuckled, “She will be fine. If not, I'll just pretend I don't know her.”

He looked at his wife who was working on her laptop at the dining room table. “Sweetheart, you need to rest. I know you're ‘fine’ but that can wait.” She turned to him and smiled, “I won't be on long. Just have to respond to some emails. Then I have to take care of...that.” She pointed to Liam who had fallen asleep on the couch with his mouth open.

Anitah tiptoed towards the door, “Alright let’s go before he wakes up and starts whining again! Gen, I know you're not sick, but I'm still not hugging you.” She giggled and waved to her friend as Brad grabbed her bag and they both left. Rashad turned to his wife, “I'll be back in a couple of days. Please try to go to the doctor while I'm gone. I'm sure Bastien wouldn't mind taking you.” She rolled her eyes at him, “Well if I'm so sick, I'm sure I won't get a goodbye kiss from my husband…” He pulled her up so she was standing in front of him. Rashad leaned down and kissed her sweetly, “I'll always kiss you, sick or not. I love you, Gen.”

“Have a good trip, honey. I love you too.”

After Rashad left, Liam woke up from his nap. “Gen…I don't feel good. I think I have a fever.” Genevieve walked up to him and put her hand against his forehead. “Liam, you don't feel warm. Have you taken your temperature?” He shook his head no. She walked into the bathroom to get the thermometer. She stuck it in his mouth and went into the kitchen, pulling out a large pot. She perused through the items in the royal couple’s fridge and pantry, grabbing the ingredients she needed to make dinner. When she heard the thermometer beep, she went back to the living room.

Genevieve removed the thermometer from Liam’s mouth, “As I suspected…” Liam looked at her with puppy dog eyes. “I told you! I'm sick.” She started laughing showing him the 98.6 temperature on the screen. This made her start coughing. “Don't make me laugh, Liam! This cough hurts. I’m going to make you some chicken noodle soup. If that doesn't make you feel better...seriously...nothing will, because you're fine.”

The royal jet landed in New York. Anitah and Rashad checked into The Surrey. “Let's meet for dinner in a half hour, Rashad. Then I think we should go for drinks at Kismet.” Rashad looked at her, “A nightclub, seriously?”

“Why not? It's the hottest club in the city. The first night I met Liam I was going to take him there, but I took him to the beach instead.” The two went their separate ways to get ready for dinner. Rashad pulled out his phone and called his wife. “Hi, sweetie. How is everything?”

“He's finally sleeping! Every little sound wakes him up, and he starts whimpering. I'm going to smother him with his pillow. Too bad Bas keeps checking on us.” Rashad chuckled, “We just checked in. We're going to have dinner and go to a club, I guess.” This made his wife start giggling and coughing. “You're going to a club? Poor Brad. He's going to earn his paycheck tonight. I love you, Rashad. Have fun.”

“I love you too. I'll see you in a couple of days,” he hung up the phone.

He met Anitah in the hotel lobby. “Gen said they're fine...but Liam might die before we get back.” After dinner, the two friends entered the nightclub. Music thumped, multicolored lights flashed all over, and the dance floor was packed with people. The pair walked straight to the bar and ordered shots. After a few drinks they started to feel the liquid courage course through their veins.

A tall, handsome man walked up next to Anitah and licked his lips as he looked her up and down. “What are ya drinking, gorgeous?” Anitah giggled while Rashad rolled his eyes and got between her and the man. “She's drinking what I'm buying. Move along.” The man held his hands up and backed away from the bar. A short while later a blonde woman sat next to Rashad. “What's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?” Anitah pulled Rashad to side and stood real close to her, “You ever been to Brooklyn? If you haven't, you're about to see it if you don't walk away right now.” The woman’s eyes went wide, “I...I'm sorry, i didn't know he was here with his wife…” she quickly walked away. The two looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Anitah yelled over the music, “Let's get out of here! I'll take you on a tour of New York! But wait…” she pointed to Brad who was eyeing her suspiciously. “We have to ditch him.” At this point Rashad was half in the bag and agreed with the Queen. She beckoned her guard over to her, “Bradley, go get the car! We're leaving!” Once Brad left, Anitah grabbed Rashad’s hand and sprinted towards the door laughing, “Hurry, Cinnamon Roll! We have to get out of here!” The two drunken friends ran down the New York street as an unsuspecting Brad pulled up with the SUV.

A short while later, they arrived at Time Square. “You gotta see the naked cowboy!” Rashad looked at her confused, “Why...why would I want to see a naked cowboy?” She ignored him and continued to yank on his arm leading him towards the street performer. Rashad stared at him wide eyed, “wow...he's in his tighty whities...in the middle of Time Square...playing a guitar. This is the greatest thing I've ever seen!” He grinned at Anitah who was giggling uncontrollably.

Rashad continued to watch him perform, “He's like Fabio in a cowboy hat…” he reached into his pocket to retrieve his wallet, pulling out a few bills, “You know what? I like you, take it all!” He dropped his entire wallet into the cowboy’s guitar case. “Rashad! Let's go get pie! I know just the place!” Anitah began to pull him down the street towards the subway.

Meanwhile at the palace, Liam’s phone rang. Genevieve jumped up to get it so it wouldn't wake him. She saw Brad’s number flashing on the screen and she stifled a laugh. She walked into a bedroom and answered the phone, “Brad! Why are you calling Liam instead of Bas?”

“Your…Your Grace, I...I...lost the queen in New York…” he sounded frantic. She could hear the New York traffic in the background. “I knew this would happen!” She started laughing hard, again breaking out into a coughing fit. “Let me find Bastien. I'll have him call you. DO NOT call Liam again. I will kill you, do you understand?” She walked out of the royal quarters and found Bastien. “Bas, Anitah and Rashad ditched Brad and he's panicking. Can you please help him before he drives himself into the Atlantic?” She saw a smirk form on Bastien’s lips, “I'm on it, Your Grace.”

Anitah and Rashad arrived at the New York subway. A drunk Rashad looked around at the dingy concrete and tile. They boarded a train and noticed different types of people that Rashad had never encountered before. They took their seats on the train and looked around at their fellow travelers. Anitah nudged Rashad’s arm and nodded towards a couple that were locked in a heated kiss. The woman was straddling the man. Rashad’s eyes went wide, “Are they...no...they can’t be…” Anitah burst out laughing, “I’m pretty sure they are, Rashad.”

“That’s kinky, even for Liam,” Rashad replied. They turned their attention to a drunk man that was having an animated conversation with one of the poles. Clearly he was having a disagreement with it and wasn’t going to be proven otherwise. Then they heard a Spanish speaking couple having a heated discussion in front of them. They had Rashad’s full attention. “Can you understand them?” Anitah asked. He nodded his head, “Yes, the man said he knows that she’s been sleeping with his best friend, Juan.” Anitah gasped, “No!”

“Now the man is questioning if the baby is his and wants a paternity test.” The woman stood up and slapped the man across the face. “Damn!” Anitah yelled. “That looked like it hurt.” Rashad continued, “She just told him that she slept with Juan because she knew that he was sleeping with him too.” Both of their mouths formed into perfect ‘o’ shapes. “Juan’s a slut…” Anitah whispered. The subway train came to a stop. “This is us, let’s go get pie!”

They walked into a mom and pop diner in the heart of Harlem. All eyes turned to the overdressed pair. Anitah didn’t notice and pulled Rashad up to the diner counter and ordered two pieces of apple pie. “Now, this is a real apple pie, Rashad!” Anitah took a big bite of her piece. Rashad looked at it unconvinced. He cut a small piece with his fork and took a bite. “This is delicious, Anitah! Who knew American apple pie was better than Cordonian apple pie…do not tell Liam I said that. I will deny it.” He quickly ate his piece and ordered another. When the waitress gave him the second helping, she dropped off their check. Rashad reached into his pocket and his heart dropped when he couldn’t find his wallet. He reached into the interior pocket of his jacket and the wallet wasn’t there either. “Anitah, I lost my wallet!” Anitah giggled, “No you didn’t. You gave it to the naked cowboy.”

“Are you telling me that you two don’t have any money?” the woman asked sternly from behind the counter. Anitah patted Rashad’s hand, “I’ll handle this…” She turned to the woman, “Excuse me, I’m the Queen of Gordon and I would like you to bill this pie to my room.” She started walking towards the door. “Oh no you don’t, Queenie! I’m calling the cops.”

Back in Cordonia, Bastien was on the phone with his friend at the NYPD. “Yes, the Queen and Duke were last seen entering the subway...Ah, I see...I will notify her guard. Thank you for your help. Please just hold them in the back of the squad car until he arrives.” Bastien chuckled as he dialed Brad’s number. “I will text you the address to the diner. They ate and didn’t pay for their food. Make sure to bring some non-disclosure agreements with you. The police are holding them so they can’t get away from you again, Brad.”

Liam woke up from his long nap whining and whimpering. “Gen, I need water and I think I really have a fever now…” Genevieve got him a glass of water and touched his forehead. He was slightly warm. “I’ll take your temperature again, but it’s probably elevated because you’ve been under that thick blanket for hours.” She walked into the kitchen to check on the soup that was simmering on the stove. The noodles were floating which meant the soup was done. She ladled soup into two bowls, thinking she may as well enjoy some of it.

She heard the thermometer beep and gave Liam the bowl. She took the thermometer from his mouth and checked the screen. “Liam! Your temperature is 104.9! We have to get you to the hospital.” She dialed Bastien’s number and told him to get the car ready. Genevieve helped Liam off of the couch and out of the royal chambers. Bastien met them in the hall and helped support the sick King. Enroute to the emergency room, Genevieve called Rashad. His phone went to voicemail so she left him a message, “Honey, I hope you’re out of the squad car now…” she coughed and laughed. “When you get this, let Anitah know I’m taking Liam to the ER. His temperature is really high, but I’m sure everything will be fine. I’ll call or text once I talk to the doctor.”

With Bastien’s help, the pair of friends were checked in and shown to a private room. Shortly after a nurse came in and checked his vitals. “Blood pressure looks ok, oxygen levels are normal. Your majesty, what’s bothering you? Are you breathing ok?” Liam whimpered, “My body aches and I have a fever.” The nurse took Liam’s temperature and raised her brow, “Your majesty, your temperature looks normal...How high was it before you came here?” Genevieve looked at the nurse, “Are you sure? Because when I took it at the palace it was almost 105...unless...Liam, did you put the thermometer up to the lamp?” She turned to her friend, glaring at him.

Liam’s cheeks flushed, “Maybe...I don’t feel well and no one was taking me seriously. I just want to see the doctor!” The nurse clicked her tongue, “The doctor will be with you shortly, King Liam…” Genevieve got up and smacked Liam in the arm, “What is the matter with you? There are people with real emergencies, and we got you in here ahead of them.” Liam gave her a pitiful look, “Don’t be mad, Gen. Had I known the soup was ready, I would have waited to do that. Genevieve couldn’t help but giggle, “You’re stupid, you know that right?” Liam smiled in return, “And you’re the meanest care taker ever.”

The doctor came into the room and addressed the King, “What seems to be the problem, your majesty?” He checked Liam’s eyes, ears and throat while he listened to Liam drone on about all of his ailments. Genevieve started coughing while he was listening to Liam’s heart and lungs through the stethoscope, and he looked in her direction. The doctor smiled at him, “Based on everything in your chart, it looks like you just have a virus. It should clear up in a couple of days. Plenty of fluids and rest and you should be back to normal in no time.” He turned to Genevieve, “Now, you, your grace...I’d like to listen to your lungs. That cough doesn’t sound good.”

She waved him off, “I’m fine. I’m not even checked in, Doc. We’re here to tell his majesty that he is a big fat baby.” She grinned at Liam. The doctor walked towards where she was sitting, “I’m afraid that I can’t let you leave without checking you. You sound like you might have something serious.” She rolled her eyes, “Fine..go ahead.” He listened to her lungs for a long period of time, asking her to take a deep breath every so often. The doctor removed the stethoscope from his ears and put them back around his neck. “I think you have pneumonia. I’m going to order a chest x-ray to confirm it.” Genevieve grumbled under her breath, “I am sure I don’t have pneumonia, but do what you must.” She pulled out her phone and started playing candy crush. After the x-ray, the doctor came back in, “Well it looks like you have pneumonia. I’d like to check you in and have some IV antibiotics administered.” Genevieve looked at him skeptically, but agreed to stay at the hospital.

Back in New York, Anitah and Rashad met bright and early for the first day of the summit. Both were hungover and looked like they had walked to Harlem and back. Rashad told Anitah about Genevieve’s message and said that he was waiting for an update. They took their seats in the front row of the conference center when Brad approached Anitah. “Your majesty, Bastien called and said that Genevieve’s been checked into the hospital.” Rashad’s head snapped towards him, “Is she alright? She didn’t mention that in her message earlier.” Brad motioned for them to follow him. He explained what had happened and that the jet was ready to leave the airfield once they arrived. Once they were in the air, Anitah turned to Rashad, “Ok, I’ll take care of Gen and you can take care of Liam. I mean she’s one of my best friends and he’s one of yours…”

“She’s my wife, Anitah. I will be taking care of her. I just hope she’s ok and that she’s actually listening to the medical staff.” After they arrived at the hospital, Anitah pulled Rashad to the side in the hallway, “Listen, rock paper scissors. Best two out of three. Whoever wins gets to stay with Gen. The loser deals with Liam.” Rashad rolled his eyes, “No, she’s my wife…”

“Please Rashad, I’m begging you. Please!” He let out a sigh, “Fine. one, two, three…” They pounded their fists into their palms. Anitah held out rock and Rashad held out paper. “Dammit! Again!” Anitah yelled out. “One, two, three…” Anitah held out rock again and Rashad, again, held out paper. “I’m taking care of my wife.” He started walking away before she could argue. “No you don’t, Cinnamon Roll! I’m getting to her room first and you can go to Liam’s room!” She ran after him and grabbed the back of his shirt, ripping it. She kicked him in the shin and ran down the hallway. “What the fu...Anitah!” He ran after her as the staff yelled at the two of them.

They made it to Genevieve’s hospital room and burst through the door. Liam’s head snapped up as he watched Anitah fall to the floor, and Rashad trip over her, both of them sweaty and out of breath. “My love, you came for me!” Liam smiled at his wife. “Li...Liam...I thought this was Gen’s room? Is she ok?” Anitah asked, trying to mask the shock on her face at seeing her ‘sick’ husband wearing a hospital gown and laying in a hospital bed. The curtain next to Liam got pulled to the side. “I’m right here. What is all that noise?” Genevieve asked annoyed. She had an IV in her arm and machines beeping and buzzing around her.

Rashad rushed to her side, “Sweetheart, are you ok?” Genevieve smiled at him, “I’m fine. I should be able to go home tomorrow. You didn’t need to come home early.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “When I heard you were in the hospital, I got worried. I’d rather be here with you.” The door opened and the doctor walked in, “Ah, Duke Rashad. It’s nice to see you. Your wife will need to stay tonight and then she will be discharged in the morning. We just want to make sure that she’s hydrated and that the antibiotics are working.” Liam groaned from his hospital bed and the doctor looked at him surprised, “Your majesty, we discharged you hours ago from the emergency room. Go home.” Anitah let out a loud snort and started laughing.

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cocomaxley · 6 years ago

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Kinky Cards - CGW Edition Part 2 - Rashad x Genevieve

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 and yours truly. Catch up HERE.

Summary: Kinky Cards rides again, this time the CGW squad tries their hand again!

Kinky Cards Part 2 introduction post HERE

Rating: NSFW

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Genevieve was standing in her closet deciding on what to wear. Her phone chirped, she picked it up and saw a message from Rashad, I’ll be in back to back meetings all day. See you at dinner. Love you.

She had taken the day off of work and hoped they would be able to eat lunch together. Feeling slightly disappointed, she started responding to the text when she got an idea. “Seems like a good day to use Kinky Card number two…” She said to herself. She stripped off her bra and panties and walked to her dresser, picking out matching black lace bra, thong, garter belt, and thigh highs. She slipped on a pair of black heels and grabbed her tan knee length trench coat from a hanger.

After she threw on the jacket, Genevieve walked the familiar route to Rashad’s study. She knocked on the door and poked her head in. His face immediately broke out into a smile. He pushed the mute button on his desk phone and waved her in. “This is a lovely surprise. What are you up to?” Smiling mischievously, she sauntered over to him and sat on his lap, “Well I had the day off and was hoping we could spend some time together. So, I thought I’d join you for some of your meetings today. Quietly, of course.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t want to listen to these conference calls. I would never subject you to that,” he replied, kissing her cheek. “Rashad, it sounds like we have some follow ups that need to be completed before our next checkpoint call. I’ll have my assistant email the meeting minutes and we can touch base next week.” Genevieve recognized his business partner’s voice on the other end of the line. He unmuted the phone, “Sounds good, William. We’ll talk soon. Bye.” He disconnected the call shortly after.

She leaned down and softly kissed his lips, he immediately deepened it. The laptop on his desk started to ding, indicating another meeting was about to start. “I have about 5 minutes before I need to log onto this video call, Gen. I’m sorry.” With her still in his lap, he took one hand and moved the mouse on his computer. He was about to click the start button on the web conference when she slipped the card out of her pocket and placed it on the desk in front of him. His eyes widened with shock, “Oh sweetie, not today. I’m going to be live with Liam and other nobles.”

“That’s too bad, honey. I don’t think you have much choice.” She stood up and slowly unbuttoned the trench coat. Once he saw what she was wearing underneath, he swallowed hard and couldn't talk. She dropped the jacket on the floor, walked over to him and sat back down on his lap. In a seductive tone, she whispered in his ear, “Now, what was I saying? Oh that's right, your only job is to concentrate, my love. I'll do everything else.” She leaned down and kissed his neck, just below his ear. He closed his eyes completely lost in the feeling of her lips directly on the spot that drove him crazy. His phone and computer both rang and chimed, which fell on deaf ears.

“Shit, Gen. I have to get on this call.” She stood up facing him, bent down and kissed him hard, while palming his already hard cock through his pants. She knelt down between his legs, popped the button and lowered the zipper on his pants. He lifted his hips slightly from the chair allowing her to pull his pants and boxers down. “Don't worry, no one will know that I'm here.”

“This is a horrible idea,” he said making her giggle. He clicked the start button on the video chat link. The screen was full of nobles’ faces in individual boxes. Liam’s face right in the center of the screen. “Ah, Rashad, there you are. I was afraid you weren't going to make it,” Liam said. “I'm sorry, your majesty, I had an unscheduled meeting that required my, um, immediate attention.” Genevieve looked up from between his legs and smiled. She stroked his hard length with her hand before swirling her tongue around his tip. He cursed under his breath as she lowered her head, taking his long length into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, causing him to groan.

Liam started with a summary and agenda for the meeting. One of the topics for discussion was how to increase tourism, which Rashad was leading. He prayed that Liam would pick a different topic to kick off the meeting. Liam cleared his throat and started talking, “Let's start with the animal sanctuary, Lord Beaumont.”

“Oh thank you, Jesus,” Rashad whispered. “What was that, Rashad?” Liam inquired. “Nothing, I'm eager to what hear what Maxwell…” he closed his eyes, unable to complete his sentence as she moved her mouth from his shaft to his sack. Her hand continued to stroke his length, every once in a while increasing speed in her movements, bringing him close to the edge and then stopping.

As Liam continued, he noticed Rashad’s shallow breathing and flushed face. Liam addressed him, “Rashad, are you alright?” Rashad cleared his throat, his voice an octave higher than normal, "I'm fine, Liam. Could you repeat the, uh, the question?" Liam gave a curious look as he stared at the screen. He knew something was off, he just couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “I was saying that-“ Just then Rashad cleared his throat, his hand rubbing over his forehead as he looked down, and Liam quirked a brow. Then, it dawned on him and a smirk played across his lips as he tried stifling a laugh. “I was saying that we’ve got a lot to discuss in this meeting, so it may go longer than normal. Is that going to be an issue?”

“Oh shit that's good...no, I mean no. It won't be a prob-problem," he stammered as his voice cracked. Liam covered his mouth trying his best not to let the laugh that was building in his chest come out. “Good, I’m glad. I really need your input on these matters. So I need your full undivided attention. Now, Maxwell, please go ahead.”

Maxwell eagerly started talking, "Well, I'm very happy to announce that we've finally reached an agreement with our friends in China. Next week, we will be welcoming our brand new baby pandas over at the sanctuary." Liam replied, "That's great news, Maxwell! Are there any events you have planned that the crown can help with?"

Genevieve stopped pleasuring him and made eye contact. She whispered with a smile, “Baby pandas!” Maxwell looked at Rashad’s image on his computer monitor and saw him looking down towards his lap. Maxwell cocked his head at the screen and asked, "Uuuuh, Rashad? Freaking Pandas, bro. Are you even listening?!" Rashad looked up as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, "Uh right. Pandas. Awesome. Oh my god!” Genevieve had resumed licking his stiff cock, the sensation taking him by surprise. He managed to finish his thought, “Great job, Maxwell. Ohhh. Really good.” Maxwell stared at the screen confused.

Liam cleared his throat catching Maxwell’s attention. His head snapped back to Liam, "Events! Yes! My wife and I were planning a fundraising gala tomorrow night to help with the cost of the new habitat as well as the actual shipment of the cubs to Cordonia. The queen has graciously allowed us to hold the event in Valtoria so any support from the crown and council would be appreciated." Liam smirked, "I'm sure you'll have Domvallier's support as well, right Rashad?"

Rashad gripped the desk tightly with both hands, "Right. Absolutely. Next topic please." Maxwell chimed in, "Actually, Liam. If I may, I'd like to take this time to mention that the pandas are not only a big deal for the sanctuary, but they may also be able to help with our tourism boost initiative, right, Rashad?"

"Yes, Maxwell. That's correct. Please stop talking to me,” he replied trying his hardest to form coherent sentences. Maxwell’s face fell, looking hurt. Genevieve stopped again and glared at him. Shaking his head, Rashad said, “I'm sorry, Maxwell. I didn't mean that.” That earned a smile from him, “It’s alright, buddy. Don't worry.”

“The next topic I’d like to bring up is increasing tourism. Rashad, you have had some really good ideas about this in the past. So if you wouldn’t mind, can you share with the others and bring them up to speed.” Rashad looked towards the webcam, trying to keep his facial expression even. “Liam, perhaps Mr. Walker would like to go next,” he held his breath to keep from moaning. His right hand moved to the back of her head grasping a fist full of her long black hair. “He...he...fuu…he had an idea about charter fishing trips. Drake, for the love of god, go ahead.”

Drake’s face lit up, “Yeah, so charter fishing is a really great untapped resource. I mean, who doesn't love to fish, right? And did you know that the waters around Cordonia are so much cleaner than surrounding areas? The current seems to pull the polluted water away from our bays. Cleaner water means cleaner fish plus....”

Rashad let out a sigh of relief, enjoying his girlfriend’s mouth wrapped around his cock. All of a sudden, Liam interjected, “Excuse me, Drake. Rashad, you and Drake have both fished in Portavira before. Would you agree that Cordonia’s bays are pretty clean?” Rashad grumbled under his breath, "Yep. Sure are." Drake looked affronted as he replied, "Of course they are clean. I just said they're clean. Whoa...Rashad...buddy, you okay?"

Liam asked a follow up question directed at Rashad, “How much cleaner? Because Portavira is known for their crystal clear waters.” Drake started to respond, but Liam cut him off, “I'd like Rashad’s opinion please, Drake.” He couldn't hide the irritation in his voice, “Liam, I really think I am capable of speaking about the water clarity…” Hoping to divert the attention away from him, Rashad agreed, "Drake is the...he's the expert, Liam. Let him...oh...let him answer. Sweet Jesus."

“Rashad, seriously, you don't look so good. You look like your about to…” Drake stopped talking once he realized what was happening. Rashad tapped Genevieve’s shoulder hoping she'd slow down, but she ignored him and kept bobbing her head up and down. Liam argued, “Well I like having the opinions of people who aren’t experts, to see how well our experts do at passing along their knowledge.”

"They're pretty damn clear, Liam!" Rashad said, pounding his fist on the desk. Liam chuckled, “No need to get hostile, Rashad. Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You seem awfully....tense.” Rashad glared at him but nodded his head, "Mmhmm. I'm fine. Let's just keep this meeting moving. Please."

“Sure thing,” Liam snorted. Pam came into view behind Drake, “What's wrong with Rashad?” Rashad covered his beet red face with his hands. “Oh my God!” Pam gasped, her hand over her mouth. Rashad didn't think he could handle anymore teasing from both his girlfriend and friends. "Hey, I gotta drop off the call, Liam. I'll call you later and catch up...oohhhh.”

Liam looked at Rashad's image on his computer screen and coughed to cover up the laugh that escaped his throat, “Drake, it sounds like you have a good plan in place. Thank you. Rashad, we’re almost done. Just hang on for a little bit longer. Let's talk about your idea. I know how excited you are to present this to the group.”

Rashad tried his best to regain his composure, "Right. Ahem, one thing to consider would be...oh god...the, um, golf course on Cormery Isle. If..." Rashad bit the inside of his cheek and took a deep breath. Genevieve grasped his cock in her hand and pumped him as her tongue continued to stroke and lick his swollen tip. He tried his best to continue, "excuse me...if Lord Neville and his family could talk to the PGA and have an exhibitionnnn. Lord Neville, why don't you continue." He dropped his fist and it fell with a thump on top of the desk. His head fell forward when Genevieve let out a quiet moan which sent a vibration through him.

Liam tried to gather himself as he rubbed his hand over his mouth to hide his laugh. “Actually, Rashad. Since you’ve held these types of exhibitions before in Domvallier and have the experience needed to make it a success, I think that it would be better for you and Neville to do this one together. What do you say?”

"Yes! God, yes! Ooohhh..." He closed his eyes, and his head fell back as he found his release, spilling himself into her mouth. Genevieve swallowed everything and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up and smiled at him, holding back a giggle as the look on his face went from relaxed to sheer horror. The realization of what just happened dawned on him. He looked at the screen and saw Liam's grin grow bigger and bigger before he burst out laughing. “Hey, Gen! Hope you enjoyed the meeting,” Leo snorted. Genevieve covered her mouth, barely able to contain her laughter.

“Lord Rashad, make sure to get your golf shorts ready for the exhibition. It'll showcase your legs. Well, my Lords and Ladies, that's all I have for today. Let's follow up in a couple of weeks,” Liam said through his laughter before ending the video chat.

Rashad closed his laptop and pulled Genevieve up from underneath the desk. She stood in front of him, his hands gripping her waist. He chuckled as he said, “You enjoyed making me squirm way too much, Gen.” She leaned down and kissed him, “It seemed like you enjoyed yourself.”

He dialed a number on his desk phone and spoke to his assistant, “Please cancel the rest of my meetings for today. I have something urgent that needs to be addressed. It's going to take the rest of the afternoon to resolve it.” He hung up the phone and turned his attention back to her.

He stood up and pushed her back against the desk. He kicked of his shoes, his pants and boxers quickly followed. She removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders. Then she pulled his undershirt over his head adding it to the pile of clothing on the floor. “Turn around, sweetheart,” he commanded. He pushed the items on his desk out of her way as she turned her body and bent over his desk. She felt his hands caress her ass, before settling between her legs. His fingers stroked her through her lace thong. “You're so wet, Gen,” he said in a low tone before he pulled her thong down her legs. He kissed the backs of her thighs, his hands going back to her throbbing core. His fingers stroked her slit. “Oh, Rashad,” she moaned. His cock hardened and he pumped himself a few times before he teased her wet entrance. “Please, Rashad. I need you,” she whimpered. He thrust into her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her around him. He gripped her hips and set a steady pace plunging into her over and over again. Sensing she was close, he brought his hand around and traced tight circles around her sensitive nub. “Oh god! Don't stop!” She cried out. She quickly came undone as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Feeling her walls flutter and clench around him, he found his own release spilling inside her. He leaned over her and kissed her shoulders while trying to catch his breath.

Just then, his cell phone rang. He saw Liam's name flash across the screen and groaned, “Dammit, he's calling to give me shit.” He answered the call, “What can I do for you, Liam?” She could hear Liam laughing on the other end. “Do you even realize what you agreed to in that meeting?” Rashad's eyes went wide, “What fresh hell did I sign up for? You know damn well I wasn't paying attention.” This made Liam laugh even harder, “You agreed to help Neville set up a PGA exhibition at Cormery Isle.” Genevieve could no longer hold back and doubled over into a fit of giggles. He quirked his brow at her, “Oh you think this is funny? You have to come with me and play hostess alongside Neville's mother.” She immediately stopped laughing as her mouth fell open, which made Rashad chuckle. By then Liam had lost all control. He was laughing so hard that he dropped his phone and the call disconnected.

He turned to her, “Next time we pick the card together. All of the nobles think I'm either crazy or dying.” She laughed, “Oh I don't know. I like seeing my cool and calm boyfriend lose control.” She ran her hands up his chest, then wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him into a heated kiss. “Now I believe you said it would take all afternoon to ‘resolve’ this issue…” She pulled him by the arm towards the sofa.

#cordonians gone wild #cordoniansgonewild #cgw #liam x anitah #drake x pam #leo x alicia #maxwell x stephanie #rashad x genevieve #kinky cards #kinky cards cgw edition #the royal romance #trr au

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