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dreamcatcherfication · 5 years ago

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The Queens of London Part 1 - You Are Cordially Invited

So seeing as I’ve got a ton of free time, I’ve got this multi-chapter fic planned out. Depending on how it’s received, we’ll see how often the chapters will come out. Requests are always open and comments are gladly accepted. This is vaguely reminiscent of Ocean’s 11, even though I’ve never seen the movie. Unedited, I apologize for any grammatical errors. Kat-centric fic.

Writing Masterpost

Summary: When Katherine Howard received a strange invitation from a group of women known as “The Queens”, she had no idea what to think. The last thing she expected was to be thrown into the center of a dangerous conspiracy against some douchebag named Henry. But by now Kat’s learned that she really has no idea what to expect anymore.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Harrassment

To say it started out as a normal day would be an accurate, if boring, way to start her story. But if Kat was honest, that’s exactly how it began. The sky was slightly overcast, typical for London weather, and people were out and about on their daily strolls. As for Kat, she was sitting on her stool on the side of the cobblestone street with an old worn guitar in her lap and an open case in front of her. A few stray pounds were in the case, but not nearly as much as Kat was hoping for.

She knew what to expect after almost a year of live music. On a normal day, she would make about 50 pounds, give or take ten if it was a good or bad day. Not the best profession, but for a barely high school grad student, she had learned not to complain. Besides, she got to see plenty of interesting faces everyday, sometimes even familiar ones.

One of the faces she would see everyday was Jane Seymour, wealthy millionaire known for being one of those most charitable people in London. She even had a hospital in construction currently to be named the Seymour hospital. Every person in London knew her name, but oftentimes they wouldn’t notice her when she was out in public wearing some discount Urban Outfitters clothes. Jane never noticed Kat and her guitar, she was far too busy on a phone call with someone or frantically texting her employees every morning. But Kat always noticed her walking by at the same time - 7: 55 AM.

It was a shame really, that the millionaire never noticed Kat. The musician had always looked up to Jane as a role model, and soon enough seeing her every morning became the highlight of Kat’s day. It was much easier to put on a bright face after spotting her idol. It helped her get through the harder parts of the day, especially with the men who would come around.

Those were some of the worst days when Kat had to pack up and leave early. It was usually the same man, Francis, who would cat-call her and make lewd comments. Sometimes a passerby would tell him off, but he always came back. To be honest, he frightened Kat, especially when it came to her history with guys like him. But she couldn’t afford to give up street performing because of one sleazy guy. She needed the money, and that was that.

It was like any other day, not particularly good or bad. Francis hadn’t shown up, which was a plus, but there weren’t too many pounds she had racked up with her singing. Sighing, Kat realized she’d have to make packaged ramen for dinner again.

Finishing her final song, Kat watched as a woman with sunglasses dropped something into her case. “Thank you,” Kat said softly and smiled at the woman, but the woman had already turned around and started walking away. Kat frowned but didn’t think much of it, going into her case to count up her pounds. She was shocked to see a white envelope sitting on top of the pounds, bright and perfectly sealed. It hit Kat that the woman who has just been there probably dropped it by accident, so she stood up frantically and called, “Miss?” Unfortunately, the woman was long gone, nowhere in sight.

Something on the note caught Kat’s eye causing her to freeze in place. The letter had written in cursive at the top Katherine with a thin pen. The ink looked almost fake with how perfect it was on the page. Reaching her hand in to grab the envelope, Kat jerked her hand back before she could grab it. It didn’t make sense to her. Why would this woman drop a letter for her but not stick around to make sure she read it?

A shadow fell over her and Kat jumped up, afraid it might be Francis. Instead, it was just a cloud covering the Sun, reminding her that it was almost evening. Packing her guitar into its case, Kat hurriedly made her way back to her studio. It was a small studio on the edge of London, and Kat was pretty sure her landlord was a drug dealer, but after avoiding him for long enough, he had given up on her. The studio was tiny, the size of one room with a wall split down the middle. The bathroom was next to the bedroom (if it could be classified as one) where they were split from the living room/kitchen by half of a wall. The bathroom had only a shower curtain concealing it from the bedroom, and the kitchen could only be defined as separate from the living room because of the tiny, moldy couch placed in the center.

Setting the guitar case down on the floor of her bedroom, Kat opened it up and took out her guitar. She pocketed all the pounds to be counted later until all that was left was the envelope. Shakily pulling it out, Kat held her breath. Opening it felt like a disservice, ruining the perfectly sealed letter, but Kat found herself tearing it open as curiosity bit its icy jaws into her.

The note was folded into three sections, although it seemed relatively short in itself.

Katherine,

We hope this note finds you in good health and that your music work has been treating you well. We hate to skip so quickly past to pleasantries, but we must ask for your assistance. While we can’t say much in this letter, we know about your connections. And right now, we can really use them. Henry has wronged all of us, and you… we can’t even imagine.

We can’t say much more but we’re having a meeting. Great Newport Street, the building with the under construction sign, tonight at 11 PM sharp. All of us will be there, and we hope to see you too. If everything goes to plan, this will be more than beneficial to you, we’re sure. After all, Henry’s been making sure we’re all barely scraping by. With him gone, you’ll be richer than you ever thought. We know that’s why you’re in all of this.

We won’t blame you if you don’t show up, but we could use someone like you.

Best of luck with business,

The Queens

Dropping the letter to the ground, Katherine suddenly felt as if she had just been targeted by the mafia. Was that what was happening? It was too outlandish to be a business offer, that was for sure. And it sounded awfully shady, whatever the “Queens” were offering her. And why her? Why Katherine Howard, the nobody, the invisible girl?

So many questions sped through Kat’s mind as she tried to process the letter. How did they even know who she was? The one thing that kept coming back to her was the name Henry. Kat had never met anyone named Henry, yet the note referred to him as if Kat would know exactly who they were talking about.

The most worrying part of it all, Kat realized, was that she had already made up her mind. Without realizing it, Kat knew she would be going to that meeting and figuring out what was going on. Maybe it was her unbridled curiosity, or maybe it was her desperate need for the promised money so she could finally eat something other than old ramen, but Kat was sure. Silently, she prayed that these mysterious “Queens” were serial killers targeting her as she jotted down the address on her arm.

It was a serious risk, going to some random location, but Kat kept murmuring to herself, “It’s either this, or another pack of ramen.” It was that reassurance that got her to push through in the cold night air. She was bundled up in her definition of winter clothes even though it was the middle of fall. The night air was much colder than she wanted to admit, but Kat didn’t own much more than a coat and a scarf to keep her warm. The streets were practically empty, the occasional sound of a car rumbling by reminding Kat that she was still in London.

Reaching her destination, Kat checked her watch to make sure she was on time. 11:02 PM it read. “It’s probably fine, right?” The building in question looked like a theatre, but the windows were covered up with wood and masking tape. A sign on the front door read Under Construction, confirming that Kat was in the right place.

Slowly pushing open the door, Kat stepped inside the foyer, the door giving a light jingle as it moved. “You’re late,” came a voice from the dark, startling Kat. She jumped and whirled around to find whoever had just spoken.

A few paces away stood a tall, well dressed woman with blonde hair. She looked serious, but not angry, as she glanced Kat up and down. “No matter, at least you’re here.” She ushered Kat forward and led her toward the back of the building. There was a flight of stairs leading downwards into the basement, and Kat couldn’t help the knot of anxiety that built up in her stomach as she walked to what very well could be her death. She suddenly felt stupid for thinking this could possibly turn out well.

At the bottom of the steps was a door, and the woman leading Kat opened it and pushed her through. On the other side sat eight women at a round table, all of them turning their heads to see who had entered. “Ah Joan, looks like our guest has finally arrived,” spoke one of the women. Katherine whipped her head to look at the speaker and had to restrain herself from gasping. On the left side of the table sat Jane Seymour, her eyes tuned on Kat and a small smile on her face. She was dressed in more formal wear than Kat usually saw her with, but it was still the same woman.

Finally, recognition set in as Kat surveyed the room. Next to Jane was Catherine de Aragon, the CEO of Aragon News, one of the most successful news outlets in London. On Aragon’s left was Catherine Parr, a world renowned journalist and author, and an associate of Aragon News. Continuing from there was Anne Boleyn, one of the most wealthy bar owners in London. Every bar Kat had ever passed almost always had a Boleyn sign, marking that it belonged to the wealthy entrepreneur. On the other side of Anne was a famous face, Anna von Cleves, a famous fashion designer from Germany who came to London and revolutionized the fashion industry. Completing the circle were three other women Kat had never seen before, similar to the woman Jane referred to as Joan. The first woman had darker skin and was clearly of Spanish descent, with her curly locks framing her face. The next one looked young, only a couple years older than Kat herself, but her fingers were nimble and her eyes looked experienced. The final woman was wearing a smirk, her hair pulled back into a slick ponytail to show off her smooth, well made up face.

It took all of Kat’s willpower not to openly gasp and start freaking out. These women acted as if they knew her, so all she could do was attempt to play it cool. Joan nodded to Jane’s statement and turned back to Kat. “Queens, meet Katherine Brandon. Brandon, meet the Queens. I think we all have a lot to discuss.”

Kat’s eyes went wide. Brandon? Her brain yelled in confusion. Brandon? Unintentionally, Kat murmured under her breath, “Oh snickerdoodles,” as she was led to a seat surrounded by nine powerful and influential women. This was definitely not how she was expecting her day to turn out.

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laurabelle2930 · 8 years ago

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Every Life has a Moment~Olicity fic 4/5

Disclosure: Smutty times ahead...so it might be termed as explicit...you’ve been warned.

Read it here or on AO3

Chapter 4

Reconnecting

She awoke to the strange sound of perfect silence; her shoulders grew tense as she began to lean upward slowly. The man beside her groaned tiredly, “Please don’t tell me you heard her cry?”

Felicity patted the back of his hand affectionately, “No baby she’s asleep,” she too groaned when her eyes swept toward the clock placed innocently on her bedside table. The bright, fire engine red light displayed a steady 3:08 with the am lit just beside it. She pushed her knees towards her chest as she continued her steady, uphill climb.

She felt Oliver rumble beside her as he shifted from his back to his right side, “Please tell me you’re not going to disrupt her?”

Felicity shook her head before her chin dipped to her chest. She grimaced a bit when her eyes flickered over her worn night clothes. Before their daughter was born Felicity slept in nightgowns made of flimsy silk that more often than not left her skin mere moments after her head landed on the pillow. When she was pregnant her taste’s changed. She wanted something that would allow her to grow as the baby did so she opted for fabrics made of cotton...or as Oliver often pointed out shirts that smelled like him. She’d chosen about four of his old college tee-shirts to wear as her stomach grew. Her defense for the change had been geared toward the baby but in reality as she grew something in their relationship changed. He wasn’t distant but, no longer did she fall asleep smelling of lavender and their mixed sweat; now all she could smell was sweat, baby powder and oddly enough dried milk.

Her nose wrinkled when she brushed her fingers over a crusted spot of spit up courtesy of a very blonde, blue eyed little girl. Oliver grumbled again when his previous words went unanswered, “Seriously honey please tell you’re going to let her be?”

Felicity swept her fingers over her bent knees, “Relax sweetheart I have no desire to wake the finally sleeping demon,” she laughed quietly as she shifted her gaze and smiled a bit brighter.

Oliver’s nose was nestled deeply between the rumbled edges of his pillow case, his soft kissable lips were parted and, his usually maintained scruff was now three days too long. She was about to rub her fingers over the soft overgrowth near the line of his defined jaw when he mumbled into his pillow, “Good because I haven’t slept in three months...”

Felicity sighed in agreement, “Yeah but at least your breasts aren’t sore.”

She saw his chest rumble with amusement, “Too bad I’m not the reason for the discomfort.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled a bit too lowly, “Too bad indeed.”

She waited for his next verbal volley but all she received was a sharp snore brushing over her bare upper hip. Felicity swallowed another low sigh and, let her eyes wonder over her sorta husband’s beautiful body. She rested her forearms over her knees and rubbed her elbows with brisk fingers. His strong arms were placed along the two sides of his half exposed face. His fingers were lying limply over the edge of the mattress in the space between it and the headboard. She followed the line of his angled bicep until she could mentally trace along the line of his covered scapula. She bit at her lip as usual while her greedy eyes slid shut. She moved her fingers over her upper arms rapidly and pretended for just a moment that her skin was the taut skin of his upper back.

Her head fell back briefly when her imagination allowed her to envision the curve of his lower back. Her stomach clenched when she was near the rounded edge of his delectable ass... he coughed inwardly, “Honey I’m tired...” causing her eyes to snap open.

Her hands were now frozen along her chilled skin, her body was still coiled tightly to her chest and, he was still sleeping soundly beside her. Felicity groaned in frustration, “Great I can’t even get laid in my imagination now...” before she uncurled her legs and, began gingerly moving her weary muscles towards the cool floors.

Oliver rustled a bit but remained safely in his dreams as she carefully placed her toes along the area rug near her side of the bed. She shivered and glanced once more at the clock. The still red display seemed to taunt her gleefully as the steady numbers mocked her inability to find solace in her dreams. She groaned, “3:40,” lowly before forcing herself to stand along the edge of the bed. She pulled her arms upward until her fingers were joined over her head. She stretched out her entire body before her now wider hips swayed her gently toward the darkened family room.

She looked along the floor as she stepped gingerly. Their once immaculate home was now a staging space for organized chaos. The lights along the kitchen island were dimly lit allowing her to see tonight’s dinner dishes as they laid untouched in the kitchen sink. She glared at the three empty bottles and the un-sterilized nipples near the kitchen stove. She held back a strangled laugh when she spotted the blue bunny sitting innocently in the center of their daughter’s white highchair. The edge of her big toe hit along her “play” crib as she tiptoed over the debris field of forgotten toys. She sighed happily when her toes rubbed along the one clean surface of her entire household. The rug felt new, soft, and vibrant as she moved slowly past the coffee table and towards the over-sized chair near the floor to ceiling windows.

Once her calves landed over the crème colored fabric she immediately felt at peace. The sounds of her home moved on around her as she sat in comfortable silence. The refrigerator hummed behind her as the ice maker dumped out another row of perfectly squared cubes. The air conditioner clicked on so the small hairs along the nape of her exposed neck stood along her chilled skin. The soft summer breeze whipped through the cities tall buildings as the lightning flashed brightly in the cloud covered skies. Moments later the glass seemed to rattle as the thunder echoed darkly in the cold distance. The city below made her skin glow as the shadows of the light danced along her pale complexion.

She whispered to the darkening skies, “And the city slept as the storm waged war between the angels of the living and the angels of hell...”

The thunder rolled through her body like an eager friend moving for a tender embrace. She let the sound vibrate through her skin while the sound of the pattering rain filled her empty soul with hope for a new tomorrow. “Is that from the poem you wrote in college?”

She smiled slowly as she coiled her body inwards along the lines of the overstuffed chair. “Hmmm, it’s the fourth line,” she replied quietly as the building storm growled angrily from just beyond the city’s skyline.

He padded forward through the debris field. She watched his strong legs moving gracefully along the cluttered floors. His boxers were wrinkled, his grey tee-shirt was rumbled and his hair was messed from the movements of his roaming fingers. He yawned once his feet were along the center area rug, “Honey what’s up?”

Felicity shrugged innocently, “I’m restless, I’m tired, and well I’m another thing but that’s not a 4am discussion.”

He stopped before her with his arms crossed and his legs parted. She had to tilt her neck to see past the shadows around his tired eyes. His gaze flickered with longing as he fell slowly to his sturdy knees. He ordered coarsely, “Place your feet on the ground and spread your legs...”

Felicity’s back straightened almost instantly. She pulled her legs out from beneath her and slowly began to edge her legs down the front of the chair. She asked coyly, “I’m never said I was horny...”

He smirked knowingly as he placed his broad palms along her shaking knees. He brushed his thumbs over the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs and, began to massage along the bones of her cramped legs. Her head fell back as she moaned, “it’s been so long since you’ve touched me...”

She felt the ridges of his pectoral muscles through the fabric of his thin shirt as he slowly inched his way between her waiting legs. “I was waiting until you were ready...” he murmured darkly with need.

She rasped as he skimmed his fingers down the line of her inner thighs, “You were?”

He chuckled darkly, “Honey when’s the last time you let me see you?”

She couldn’t help herself when she cocked her curious head. Oliver smiled almost shyly as his fingers splayed out along the hemline of her standard, cotton panties. Suddenly Felicity wished she’d worn something a bit more attractive as she muttered vaguely, “You see me all the time?”

She brushed her fingers through his matted hair as her knees locked along his ribcage. Her ankles hooked near the small of his angled back while he brushed his thumbs roughly over her pelvic bone. He grumbled lowly when she trailed her fingers down to the nape of his neck, “I used to know every curve of your body but, just now when I rubbed my fingers over your thighs I became aware of the subtle difference in your shape...”

She gaped at his honesty and, trailed her fingers down to rest timidly over his scruffed cheeks. “Describe it...” she nearly begged.

Oliver grinned sweetly, “With words only?” he asked as he trailed his fingers over the waistband of her panties.

Felicity tugged along her bottom lip with her upper teeth and moaned darkly, “If I said no what would that mean?”

His eyes shifted within the darkness of the open room. The thunder rolled loudly as her heart stammered erratically in her needy chest. She gulped when his fingers left her teeming skin, he smiled a bit too eagerly then said, “Relax Felicity...We’ll take this as we always do...”

Her eyes danced in muted appreciation, “It’s not that I don’t want you,” she admitted more to herself than anyone else. “Hell I want to have sex but something keeps holding me back,” she muttered again more to herself than to the man before her.

“Yeah I figured when you whispered that you couldn’t even get laid in your imagination...” he blustered as he placed his fingers over her own.

She chuckled lightly, “I thought you were asleep...”

He winked then muttered, “I’ve learned you reveal more when you think you’re all alone...”

Felicity mumbled, “This is about more than just sex isn’t it?”

He brought his fingers to her wrists and slowly edged her thumbs over his lips. He softly kissed the pads then breathed against her skin, “Something between us isn’t the same...”

Her forehead nearly fell over their joined hands when she exhaled, “So it’s not just me?”

He guided her hands to the nape of his neck and waited as she laced her fingers. He then massaged his way over her forearms until he reached her elbows. Felicity slowly unhooked her ankles and gently tugged her hips forward so her chest was nearly flush with his. He remained between her parted legs with her knees placed along his hips. She shuddered a bit when he pushed his hands over her upper arms and towards her shoulders. Then he used his hands to guide her body even closer. She leaned into his touch as she pulled his lips to hers. He breathed ruggedly, “I need to be with you...”

Felicity moaned in complete agreement, “I need to feel you inside me,” she added as their lips lightly brushed.

He smiled into the first timid kiss, “But before we can run we have too...” he waited with bated with breath as Felicity chuckled out the one word answer.

“Walk, but one question my love?” she croaked with a bit of worry edged in her tone.

“What’s that?” he whispered before kissing her chastely.

Her body vibrated with envy as the rain pounded along the window panes. Her lips felt shaky as he rubbed his talented fingers along the nape of her neck. “If we discuss why we aren’t having sex then we’ll have to discuss the other issue...” she mentioned a bit hesitantly.

Oliver bit at her bottom lip seductively then suggested a way to remedy the situation, “I have a way to make the conversation less cumbersome...”

“Does it involve touching?” she giggled as his hands began moving eagerly down the line of her covered spine.

“Maybe,” he grinned vibrantly as she moved her fingers through his hair.

“Making me come while we talk about our marital status is a rather interesting idea I agree,” she moaned when he spread his fingers along her hips once he managed to dip them beneath the hemline of her “practical” underwear.

Felicity choked in surprise when she felt his index finger falling over her ready clit. “Wow someone’s eager,” she exclaimed in hushed tones just as the lightening lit up his aroused face.

His blue eyes were murky, his body was coiled and his pulse was erratic as he used three fingers to explore her darkened inner walls, while the thumb on his opposite hand was busy pushing roughly along her small bundle of needy nerves. He made her back arch when he rubbed his chest over her pebbled nipples. Her head fell back as a low scream raced through her entire body before exiting from her parted lips, “Shit baby...that’s...damn I’ve missed you...”

He pressed his lips to her collarbone and licked at her pulse point while he mumbled, “Why aren’t we married yet?”

Felicity panted as her knees buckled along his waist, “Well I was busy carrying your child so I guess I was distracted.”

She cried, “Shit baby, if you do that again I’ll scream loud enough to wake our daughter...”

Oliver sucked along the tender skin of her jawbone, while he kept moving his fingers in and out of her slick, clenching, inner walls. His thumb was over her clit when he finally breathed, “What’s stopping us now?”

Felicity felt the familiar line of sweat beginning to roll slowly down her arched spine. Her fingers were clenched in his hair while his lips remained anchored to any visible aspect of skin. She breathed into the darkened room as he once again plundered her darkened depths, “I wanna fuck you and I’m afraid you’ll no longer want too...”

She expected his fingers to still at her emotionally driven confession but as usual his response left her completely winded. He growled darkly as he trailed his lips over her throat, “I’d fuck you right now if our daughter wasn’t a wall away...”

Her snicker morphed into a throaty scream, “What do you call this?”

His teeth skimmed lightly over her puckered skin, “A gentle reminder of what I can make you feel...”

He drilled a bit deeper as she let herself grind down over his moving fingers. Her fingers fell to his shoulders, her back arched even further so her thoroughly aroused nipples were nearly along his bobbing throat. He kissed his way down her shirt covered sternum as she bucked roughly over his hand. She felt him grin along her upper ribcage when she could barely mumble, “You’d fuck me here and now if you wanted to so what gives?”

His teeth pulled easily along her shirt, the fabric rubbing over her erect nipples made her groan as her anchored fingers began to bruise. Oliver’s touch remained steady as she ached for the coming release. He pushed roughly over her clit once more before uttering, “I want to do so much more than fuck you Felicity...” He gulped then added harshly, “I want to reconnect our souls...”

As his lips slipped over the last s her body began to rapidly crumble. She panted as the thunder rolled, “Yeah that we need to be alone for...”

He nipped at her nipple through the shirts fabric; she couldn’t control the small yelp as her hips began to quiver. His pace remained punishing as he echoed her previous sentiment, “I need to be with you, but it’s deeper than that, we’re deeper than that...”

Her fingers dug along the toned flesh of his shoulders as her body erupted like a dormant volcano. She could feel the lava spilling through her needy veins like the rain over a dry field. Her heart glowed as her body warmed. She felt his body shuddered against her as he placed his forehead over her stammering heart. She coiled her fingers through the wrinkles of his tee-shirt as he removed his fingers from her abused core. He gulped, “I need to love you Felicity but, I need your love in return...”

She ruffled his hair softly as her lungs begged for much needed air, “I’ll have mom take her tonight,” she rasped as the world around her began to grow brighter.

He gulped, “Honey?”

She managed a gnarled, “Yeah baby?” as her body continued to shudder from its previous high.

“I miss you,” he whispered as his lips fell over her left breast.

She smiled quietly as she murmured, “I miss you too...”

A rather delighted knock at her front door made the adorable child in her arms squeal. Felicity looked down at her daughter. Her chubby little arms were beating wildly through the open air as Felicity smiled. She bounced the giggling girl in her arms and laughed with infectious enthusiasm, “I think that’s Nana, Yes I do...” she gently coo’d as she pressed her daughter’s palm into her own.

The blue eyed, blonde haired baby screamed with utter delight as Felicity shifted her towards her hip. She called out over her shoulder, “Mom the doors unlocked...” before adding, “and please don’t tell Oliver he’ll kill me!”

Moira walked in holding three shopping bags and dismayed frown, “Angel he’s got a point...” she prattled as her heels clicked along the floors.

Felicity rolled her eyes and babbled to her giggling daughter, “Nana’s only saying that because she wants us to move into the manor on the hill...”

Moira gasped in amusement, “So you have noticed my not so subtle hints!”

Felicity kissed her daughter’s flawless brow, “Hard not to,” she whispered along her daughter’s perfect skin.

Moira moved around the highchair and placed her bags on the kitchen island’s counter. She then trailed her fingers along her grand-daughters tangled blonde curls before fixing Felicity with a motherly stare. “So have you two settled on her name?”

Felicity’s eyes instantly fell, “That’s another reason for our night alone...” she noted with shame.

Her precious Evie giggled as she nuzzled her perfect face into her mother’s shoulder. Felicity kissed her crown quickly then mumbled in her sweet smelling hair, “He’s still set on Donna but something about that just weird’s me out so I’m still set on Evie...”

Moira sighed, “Is Evie short for Evelyn?”

“Nope, just Evie, why?” she sighed as Moira’s stare made her lowly tremble.

Her adoptive mother swept her fingers across her brow then left her fingers along her cheek. Her eyes twinkled brightly as she softly spoke, “Did you know that it took us four months to name Thea?”

Felicity shook her head a little bit but replied, “No...why?”

“Robert wanted something cute like Tiffany and I wanted something regal like Jocelyn so we literally argued for months while we both fought for our suggested names,” she offered as Felicity began to slowly sway she and Evie in place.

“What helped you decide,” she murmured as she let her daughter’s chubby little fingers curl around one of her own.

Moira smiled softly, “Oliver...he came in one night with our family tree and threw it down on the floor before us. He then declared with a very determined tone that we either pick a name from that list or he’d choose for us.”

“And Thea comes from?” Felicity giggled with appreciation at her fiancé’s stubborn steak.

Moira rubbed her thumb along her cheekbone and gazed down at her sweet grand-daughter, “It was from a distant cousin on my side,” she replied evenly.

Felicity leaned into her affectionate touch and smiled contently, “What was Oliver’s choice going to be?”

She chuckled at the fond memory, “Sydney,” she laughed. “He chose Sydney because we’d just visited Australia that spring.

Felicity rolled the name around her tongue as her daughter’s sleepy eyes began to fall. “Sydney...Sydney Elizabeth Queen...” she murmured more to herself than to anyone else.

Moira chuckled as she withdrew her hand, “I take it Elizabeth is because of your mother’s affinity for that name?”

She nodded then added, “and of course the name has to go with Queen...”

Her newly named daughter’s chubby cheek fell on her mother’s firm shoulder as she began to lightly snore. Felicity pressed her lips to her closed eyes and rubbed her palm over her curved back. Sydney snuggled into her mother’s embrace as Moira said, “Why not Sydney Elizabeth Smoak-Queen?”

Felicity lifted her eyes and curved her lips as she rested her chin over her daughter’s forehead. “I’ve been an honorary Queen since I was five and while Oliver has already said we’re going to hyphenate I’m deciding we’re not...”

Moira’s brow furrowed in confusion at her words. “Angel if he’s pushing for it then why aren’t you?”

She smiled, “I don’t need her name to be a law firm, I can see my mother in her smile and I can hear my father in her laugh. I can see Oliver in her eyes and you in her skin tone. I can see everyone I love in my daughter, so her name should be about moving forward and not anchoring her to the past,” she realized aloud for perhaps the first time.

“But Sydney is from the past?” Moira lightly debated with a broad smile.

“Yeah but that name was chosen by the boy I fell for when I was five,” she whispered. “He’s the reason that she’s even here so I’d say that’s a pretty good link wouldn’t you agree?”

Moira nodded in happy surrender. “Are you ready for me to take her for the evening?”

Felicity nodded softly, “Just give me another minute,” she quietly asked. “I never knew what it feel like,” she whispered as she held her daughter close.

“What, what would feel like sweetheart?” Moira asked knowingly.

Felicity closed her eyes and breathed, “Feeling whole. I never knew what it would feel like when she made us whole...”

Felicity surveyed her handiwork carefully. Moira took Sydney three hours ago leaving her enough time to scrub her house down from top to bottom. She stood before her floor to ceiling windows and carefully scanned the room with a critical eye. The late afternoon sun left her camisole covered skin feeling blissfully warm as she slowly cracked her weary neck. Their daughter’s door was closed, her “play” crib was straightened up and all her various toys were stowed within the confines of the white walls. She eyed her kitchen as she placed her palms over her waist. The granite was clear of any dirty dishes or small stuffed toys, her dishwasher had recently finished its load, the pots over the stove had been dusted then cleaned. Her stainless steel fridge was cleared of any spots or smudged fingerprints, her white cabinets looked brand new and her grey floors were practically worthy of being eaten off of.

She sighed however when she noticed her family space was still not up to par...She frowned then mumbled, “I need about four more hours in any given day...” as she spotted a few tumbleweeds of dust roaming beneath her sectional.

Her rug was still clean, and the glass covered coffee table was clear but still she wasn’t happy...she pressed her toes along her calf while she slid her palm over the nape of her neck. She exhaled tirelessly as the door knob turned.

She glanced at the squeaking hinges and smiled a bit brighter when to her immense surprise came a beautiful array of mixed colored orchids. “I see someone remembered the prom story a bit too well...” she teased as his brilliant blue eyes came peering around the door frame.

His smile made her heart melt and palms sweat as he slowly advanced into the mostly clean room. The beat from their downstairs neighbor’s music made his eyes slant downwards, “I see you didn’t have time to call it...” he groaned in annoyance as he placed the flowers gently on the kitchen counter.

Felicity shrugged then resumed her visual inspection, “Sorry babe but between getting Sydney ready for mom and cleaning the house I got a bit distracted.”

She had her bottom lip between her teeth when Oliver sputtered, “Sydney?”

Felicity smiled a bit as she nodded slowly, “Yeah a little story inspired me to finally name our daughter.” She pulled along the hem of her camisole, “What do you think?” she asked nervously.

He leaned into the island, his arms were folded over his chest as he cracked a breathtaking smile, “Mom told you about how they named Thea didn’t she?”

Felicity nodded, “Yeah...”

His chin fell to his chest as he quietly reflected. Felicity saw the way his shoulders instantly slumped. She stroked her toes over her calf once more and bit over her bottom lip. Her body felt jittery like she’d had five cups of coffee, her heart fluttered and her stomach churned as he remained silent. She wanting to diffuse the unintentional tension so she took the stolen moment to prattle on a bit about her day. “Mom also told me that my technology subdivision within the company will be ready to go by next week....so we might want to consider hiring a nanny since we’ll both be back to work.”

Still his eyes remained steadily on the floor. Felicity suddenly felt tense so she traveled down another road, “She also brought up the idea of moving back home since they’ll be in Italy for the next year with the new merger?” her voice died when he still refused to budge.

She was about to try one last topic when he said softly with muted tones, “When I found out we were having a girl I immediately wanted to name her Sydney...” Felicity’s body froze. Oliver’s shoulders shuddered as his affected voice echoed through her warming heart. “I remember that night once you’d fallen asleep with your head on my chest,” he laughed a bit as did she since that up until last night was their only form of real physical intimacy. “I remember tracing along the lines of the blurry sonogram photo and whispering there’s my Sydney...there’s my baby girl...”

Felicity whispered, “Why didn’t you ever suggest it?”

He glanced up finally with a flurry of emotions reflecting off his handsome face. She recognized the curve of his bottom lip when he replied, “You didn’t want anything tying her to our past and Sydney...”

“Was perfect,” she interrupted quickly. “It’s perfect because it was thought up by the seven year old who melted my five year old heart.”

Oliver’s blue eyes nearly shimmered when he sighed, “A child can’t fall in love Felicity...”

She cocked her head as her fingers massaged along the base of her spine, “Why not? I did,” she volleyed as he smirked.

“You had an odd way of showing it,” he countered as she laughed timidly.

“I was scared,” she allowed with brevity.

He nodded in polite acceptance, “So was I...”

Her stomach jumped, “What do you mean you were scared?” she mused with quiet reflection.

His blue eyes sparked as he undid the first button along his dress jacket. She wanted to move but didn’t; she stayed there in the center of the family room with her nervous fingers along the nape of her neck. Oliver grinned with sweet intentions while muttering, “This isn’t about my hang-ups Felicity.”

“It can be,” she murmured with regret when she shot him a sorry gaze. “It needs to be,” she corrected when he returned the timid stare.

His fingers slipped over the second button as he smiled sadly. She seemed to squeak as her head fell and her lips parted, “I’m afraid you won’t desire me…”

He almost coughed, “What?” as the sound of shock rolled through her nimble body.

She shrugged before taking a small step forward, “Well I just realized that not once in our entire relationship have you ever let me see your fears so…”

“So you thought by giving up your biggest one I’d perhaps give you a few of my own in exchange,” he surmised with his adorable questioning tone.

She wrinkled her small nose and grinned slightly, “Love’s a two way street baby and as you said you can’t fight for us alone…”

She saw him lean forward once her amused words had found their home within his forgiving heart. She remained still as he slowly approached. He first removed his dress jacket and threw it on one of the chairs along the kitchen island’s bar. She removed the elastic from her hair and pulled her fingers through the tangled mess. She apologized briefly, “I truly meant to take a shower…”

His sweet smile of amusement grew. Her own lips curved when his fingers landed over the knot of his partially undone tie. “I’m guessing we’re going to rectify that situation aren’t we?”

She heard her voice falter, “Ummm, we can I guess?”

His fingers moved swiftly down the tie, “Although you’ll end up needing another one if the night goes the way I’m expecting it to…” he announced like one would if they were announcing dinner.

Felicity’s heart raced, “So ummm you’re going to ease my concerns over my changed body?” she let the question fall flat as her body began to betray her brain.

In a rare move Oliver took a page from her book and bit along his lower lip. Felicity’s entire body tensed in spontaneous arousal as he slowly undid the remainder of his tie. His dark chuckle made her stomach burn, “Well,” he started with the voice of aged whiskey, “you’re afraid I won’t desire you so I’m going to remedy that situation by discovering the parts of your body that you’re afraid I no longer yearn to touch.”

Felicity’s heat fell to her pattering feet. “You know that’s not fair,” she complained. “You say something so completely erotic and I’m left standing here like a damn puddle wondering how you ever decided to fall in love with someone who could barely utter the word sex until she was 20!” Her chest heaved in aggravation while he continued to casually remove his clothing.

His fingers were along his shirt buttons when he spoke gingerly, “Your hips are wider since the baby was born.”

Felicity’s hands flew to her waist at the completely off subject comment as she scowled, “How in the world do you know that?”

She swallowed a low pant when he slowly pulled his shirt tails out from his still buckled pants. His eyes glinted with mischief when he lowly replied, “I know every square inch of your body Felicity…”

She gulped, “But you haven’t touched me in months?”

He sighed as his shirt hit the floor, he proceeded to kick off his black dress shoes with careless ease while she remained confused by his words from before. He removed his dress socks quickly and still she stood there flummoxed. She finally stepped backwards toward their open bedroom door when his body taunted her cruelly once he placed his fingers over his belt buckle. She slipped her fingers past the waistband of her sweats and groaned darkly in muted realization, “You’ve been watching me haven’t you?”

His slow nod made her lips part and her body quiver. “You leave the door open when you shower; so most mornings before you’d come to kiss my cheek I’d simply lie on my side and watch you rapidly dry your wet skin.”

His words made her moan from her stomach, “That’s kinda perverted…”

His trousers fell to the floor, she watched him slowly step out of them before his fingers fell beneath his boxer’s waistband. Her mouth nearly watered when the thin material fell to the floor. He smirked when her eyes fell to behold his fairly substantial arousal, “So is you doing the same thing…”

Her eyes widened, “I honestly thought you never noticed?” she squeaked as he sauntered closer. Her spine hit the frame of their bathroom door when she muttered, “Can you honestly blame me?”

His seductive smile and aroused blue eyes made her thighs quiver as her palms landed against the wall. Oliver pressed his nearly hardened erection over her lower abdomen so his tip was dancing dangerously close to her hungry clit. Her body trembled when he grazed his fingers up the line of her exposed forearms, her heart nearly stopped when he hooked his thumbs in fabric of her camisoles hem. He deftly pulled the material upward as she slowly felt her palms moving along the surface of the drywall behind her. He nearly stammered, “I was afraid you’d never see who I became…”

Felicity’s quivering lips fell, “Oliver I fell for you before I knew what falling meant…” she breathed as he slowly began to expose her untouched skin. The air conditioner kicked on, the vent above her head whistled slightly when the cold air rushed rapidly through the air ducts. She shivered when the room grew steadily colder. Oliver brushed his thumbs across her navel; her head fell back instantly when his index finger grazed the underside of her right breast.

His rich voice made her skin vibrate as he said, “I’m the one who put the barrier up this time…”

She tilted her head along the wall sighed as he slowly pushed her shirt up and over her erect nipples. “You pulled away because of my medical history didn’t you?”

She felt his thumbs ghosting over the pert tips when he mumbled lowly, “Being here without both of you wasn’t even close to a viable option.”

She slowly began to raise her arms once she felt the heaviness of her breasts falling over her ribcage. Oliver pulled her top off carefully as her eyes fluttered. Her dark voice vibrated through her wanton body when she finally managed to moan, “Having sex is just one form of intimacy Oliver, we could have done other things to keep our physical relationship strong.”

She heard her shirt hit the floor shortly after he began to trail the tips of his fingertips down her curved sides. She felt the small lines along the pads of fingers as he deliberately took his time in reaching her curvier waist. She heard his breath catch in his throat before his mumbled words ghosted along her collarbone. “Yes but then this moment wouldn’t be nearly this incredible.”

“Finding something you like Mr. Queen?” she teased as his touch began to tickle along her lower ribcage.

He sounded amazed when he muttered, “You’re body is so…”

“Flabby, out of shape, untoned, and lined with stretch marks?” she guessed mainly in fear.

Oliver swallowed a dull laugh but still managed to whisper, “No you idiot you’re fucking beautiful…”

Her chest heaved, “Then why aren’t you inside me yet?” she begged as his palms fell along her waist. She wound her fingers through his thick hair and growled harshly when his fingers played along the skin of her hips. “Come on baby don’t make me beg…”

She felt his smirk along her earlobe when his husky voice made her quiver down to her trembling toes, “I won’t be gentle about this…”

She tugged roughly at his hair then bit sharply at his jaw before murmuring, “Who asked you to gentle about anything?”

He bit roughly at her jaw making her scream as he quickly removed her remaining clothes. She felt the heat and, strength of his cock along her parted lips as he slightly bent his knees. He grazed her skin with his teeth once more before his dark words made her body internally scream, “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast baby…”

She rubbed her slick nether lips over his tip then screamed, “Enough stalling either fuck me or I’ll make myself come…” Ten seconds later her eyes rolled beneath her closed lids as her inner walls stretched painfully to accommodate his growing length. Her hips bucked sharply, her voice sounded pained when she cried, “I forgot how this felt…”

Oliver’s small laugh made her thighs burn, “That’s a bit insulting honey…”

She took the joke in stride as her muscles began to relax. The sharp twinge near the small of her back began to ease; her knees shook as he slowly began to guide her body forward and the up. His palms were against her lower ass; her chest was pressed to his, her rock hard nipples felt like glaciers cutting along a ship’s bow as their skin brushed. His lips drifted over her tilted neck while she used her fingers to tug along his hair. He grunted sharply, “You planning on having a bald husband?”

She lowly screamed, “Would you prefer to bleed?”

He nuzzled her skin with his nose and whispered along her pulse point, “Sex makes you funny.”

She laughed as he let her feel every elongated inch. His stride was slow, and steady. His body was hard, defined and hungry as her stomach burned for the sharpness of two wanton bodies in mid-collision. Felicity’s coarse voice echoed through the empty room, “I’ll be a riot once I’m sated so if you don’t mind…”

He took the hint but before she felt empty he whispered softly with indescribable love, “I don’t work without you…”

She pressed her lips to his temple then replied in kind, “Nor do I…”

She felt every inch of him as he slowly pulled out, her body tensed along his own; she felt the corded muscles of his forearms flexed to support her waist once she managed to lock her knees around his waist. She shuddered as her body hiccupped once only his wetted tip remained. He sucked roughly at the tender skin along her collarbone as she managed to drag her fingers down to his shoulders. She felt the low grin of a satisfied man appearing over her flesh just before her body burned and screamed from his punishing assault. He rammed forward until she felt the wall behind her crack. Her spine tingled, her bones ached and her core burned as Oliver’s promise became more than naughty words. He fell silent as he honed his focus. She quivered with each stride, she screamed like those pathetic women she’d heard about from porno’s as her cries of “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” began to cascade freely from her unoccupied mouth.

His fingers tightened when he too began to chant, “Come for me baby, give it up Felicity, come on fucking come…” along her heated skin.

He sent her back into the wall over and over again, his speed was impressive, his mouth was dirty and his body was dripping with their mixed sweat once she began to meet his thrusts half way. Each time he pumped inward she moved along him sharply. Her body tingled as her inner walls hugged his cock. He felt long, strong, and almost dangerous as his tip penetrated her over and over and over again…She cried loudly as her head fell forward along his shoulder, “Don’t stop…come on baby, make me come…”

He growled “So fucking beautiful,” darkly as his lips trailed along her cheek.

She whimpered, “Come on Oliver, make me complete…”

He pushed harder; her body began to shatter as she accepted him gratefully. Her fingers felt raw, her knees ached and skin was covered with their sweet, sticky, mixed sweat as another line began to roll leisurely down the spine of her back. His anchored hands began to grind over her skin, his touch now mimicked the movement of his hips as he thrusted harder, and deeper. His lips were at the corner of her mouth, her fingers were clawing at his skin, his knees now supported both their weights as she let out an all consuming, “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK…YES, YES, YES, ALMOST THERE…”

He drove harder, as he moaned along her lips, “You’re mine…”

She felt his tongue slipping over hers when she muttered, “I always was…”

She felt her spine break, her skin was on fire, and her body was in the midst of an all out sensory black out when she finally screamed, “YES, YES, YES….”

His croaked, “Fuck,” raced down her throat until it reached her hollow belly.

He consumed her final, “Fuck yes, “with a rough kiss. Her body rolled over and over and over again as her orgasm shattered her body into millions of indiscernible pieces. She felt his body quake and weaken when he filled her inner core. She could almost taste his release as it swam warmly through the darkest places of her quenched soul. She dug her fingers along his shoulders then breathed as their lips finally parted, “Wow…”

Her forehead fell along his as he pushed her further into the wall. She felt him lean inward with weary bones before his muttered, “Fucking perfect…” cascaded across her lips.

She laughed with no breathes left in her now feeble lungs, “I think we made up for a few months on that one…”

He kissed her chastely, “How could you ever think I’d be any less aroused by you?”

She brushed her fingers along his sweaty skin, she could feel his fingers massaging her rounded ass when she finally muttered, “Every time I look in the mirror I can see the changes. My hips are wider, my stomach isn’t yet flat and breast feeding doesn’t do wonders for your tits…”

He kissed her almost feverishly as his erection finally began to soften, “You’re softer yes but you’re body is still so strong, it’s remarkable Felicity, you brought a life into the world honey, you’re a fucking miracle, you give us our miracle,” he insisted as she let his endearments race through her heated blood.

His lips were still hovering over her own when she mused, “You don’t mind the sagging breasts?”

He laughed darkly, “Once we’re in bed I’ll show you again what the sight of your naked body does to me…”

She involuntarily quivered but asked none the less, “Can you take me again?”

She felt his stare when he whispered against her parted mouth, “Oh can I…”

The wall along her back suddenly vanished, his legs felt strong and sure as he moved them backward, his lips were on hers when he placed her coiled body on their shared bed. His kisses began to sear her soul as his body moved slowly above her, her mind raced, her fingers clenched, and her body tensed as Oliver made good on his promise…

Her hair was splayed around her pillow, his fingers were tangled in her hair, her arms were around his shoulders, their blankets were tossed around their waists, her toes were sliding along his calves, and their lips were tangled as they traded long, rough and, punishing kisses. His pectorals burned her nipples as their hips moved in their own circular rhythms, he was solid within her once again, her inner walls were screaming for their release as he slowly consumed her…

Felicity ended the kiss to pull the remaining air around their coiled bodies into her empty lungs. She gasped, “I thought this was just going to be a heavy make out thing…”

His forehead fell over her own as her eyes slid shut for the fourth time that night, she bit along her bottom lip and, held back another soul shattering scream as her release coated his skin. His whispered words brushed her cheeks gently, “I told you we’d end fucking again…”

She laughed once her heart found a less erotic beat, “Why do we also use that vulgar term? I mean we’re making love aren’t we?” she thought aloud as Oliver’s fingers began tracing along her brow.

She felt him settle within her as he flooded her body once more, she silently wondered if he was going for child number two when he replied breathlessly, “We’re always making love but I think it’s easier to call it fucking, it’s sounds more erotic I guess when we remove the love component.”

Her brow furrowed, “Maybe it’s our way of keeping the flame alive…”

Her theory made his lips curve, “How so?” he asked softly as he parted from her once more. She felt him settle between her thighs while she rested her bent knees near his hips. His elbows were by her arms; his fingers were dancing over her collarbone as she trailed her own down his sweaty back.

“I think sex for us is just so layered. I mean clearly we’re drawn to each other…” she began while Oliver kissed her softly.

He murmured into another deep kiss, “Clearly since we’ve had sex four times in the span of a few hours…”

Felicity dipped her tongue past his parted lips as she mumbled, “Yeah are you trying for another baby?”

He ended the kiss slowly then replied, “So what if I am?”

Her brows raised, “Don’t you want more than a year between them? Hell don’t you want your hot wife back?”

He gazed at her longingly, “No and she’s lying beneath me, what else you got?”

Felicity croaked, “You’re serious aren’t you?”

He nodded as their noses brushed, “I want another child and that would be another layer to your sex theory wouldn’t it?”

She nodded then slowly brushed his lips, “It would yes but sweetie another child is a trigger for me,” she swallowed painfully then admitted, “Sydney was a complication free pregnancy what if we try again and something goes wrong?”

Oliver put some space between their faces while their bodies remained entwined, “Then we’ll deal with it but, Felicity I know you, I know how your mind works and frankly if I want another child I better knock you up before you have the chance to change it…”

She rolled her blue eyes and snickered, “So the whole let’s just fuck endlessly to reconnect was really let’s fuck until I’m knocked up huh?”

He gently shrugged which made her smile even brighter, “If you didn’t want to risk another pregnancy you would have taken precautions.”

Felicity huffed knowing he was right, “You sound like Mom.”

He chuckled, “Well this is how I became a father…well that and some amazing shower sex but that’s not the point,” he added with glimmering eyes.

She trailed her fingers down his skin, “Yeah but with Sydney we completely disconnected. We barely touched for a year and that’s not good for either of us…” she lightly noted with a tinge of regret. “I can’t go through another year like that, I honestly can’t go without sex for that long…” she grunted in shame.

Oliver coughed in shock then muttered, “Oh trust me that won’t happen again…”

She eyed him then chose another angle, “We’ll be pushing off our wedding again…”

“Not if we get married next week before Mom and Dad leave for Italy,” he mentioned almost too quickly.

Felicity groaned, “She’s bringing our daughter back in some horrible mini flower girl’s dress isn’t she?”

His eyes rose almost to his hairline. Felicity pinched his skin making him mutter, “Oh please you’re my wife already it just has to be legal…”

Felicity remained silent but only to think of her next words. She saw his blues eyes grow warmer as he pushed her hair behind her ears. She smiled despite herself then lowly surrendered. “Fine we’ll get married next week but, still I’m not sure how I feel about you tricking me into having another baby…”

He brushed his thumbs down her cheeks until they were over her lips, “Seriously though?” he started honestly, “I wasn’t trying for another child, I’d never do that without you being on board but I can’t say I’d be unhappy if we did indeed conceive our second child tonight; and secondly good because Mom’s already booked the minster for Saturday at the house.”

“I know,” she admitted easily as she kissed the pads of his thumbs.

His eyes jumped, “You know what?”

She laughed at the oversight in her response. Her lips curved as she sputtered, “I know you’d never trick me into having another child. I know this was truly about us reconnecting and no I didn’t know about the wedding…”

He chuckled, “We can call it off if you want to wait.”

She kissed his thumbs again, “Yeah,” she exhaled, “I could but you’re my husband in my heart so it’s about time we had it writing to.”

He asked slyly, “Wanna finish your sex theory?”

She winked, “Why you think it will lead to another round?”

“I’m hoping,” he admitted eagerly.

She couldn’t help but giggle a quick, “I love you,” before she began again with “sex means babies, and fucking means passion, and fire, and all the other emotions that come with the need to feel someone moving within you.” She took a sated breath, “I’m just wondering if the word fuck is just another wall I’m leaving up for reassurances.”

Oliver’s voice softened in empathy, “Whether you call it sex, fucking, or making love Felicity, whenever we come together like this we’re becoming one you know that right? The term doesn’t matter because each time I’m with you they all apply.”

She sighed in limited acceptance, “Yeah but still don’t you feel it’s cheapening the bond we share? I mean we’re basically husband and wife, we have a daughter, we’re committed to each other and I’m probably pregnant right now so don’t you feel that the word just doesn’t apply?”

His smile made her body melt beneath him, “If the word was a barrier you wouldn’t have said I was your husband, you wouldn’t sound nearly so calm about being pregnant again and, you wouldn’t be lying here you’d be down the street and around the corner. Felicity it’s just a word, it’s an erotic word that turns us both on that’s it,” he stated easily.

She let his words once again roll over her body like a tidal wave. She let herself find solace in the fact that she was his wife, she was a mother and she was alive. She let herself take stock of their entire story before replying with hope, “You’re right,” she gulped. “You’re right because we have it all. We have passion, anger, longing, desire, ownership, lust, erotic urges, and most importantly love. We have love,” she repeated, “We’re in love and that’s the one wall that will never fall,” she smiled when he leaned closer and pressed his lips to hers. She whispered as his tongue began to part her lips, “I’m completely in love with you.”

His words became lost but she still heard his faint if not raspy, “I’m so in love with you…” as the endearment slid down her throat.

She moved her fingers up his cheeks as the kiss deepened, she moaned darkly, “Fuck me again…” as his body began to react.

He parted them briefly to ask, “Are you sure? You might actually end up pregnant before dawn.”

She pulled his lips to hers then kissed him roughly before she rasped against his parted, panting mouth, “Then fuck me and get the job done…”

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