#sims3writing

[nonsimsical]

Chanting in Unison..

After a couple hours in the bath, with more love making as Faye had hoped, they finally emerged clean, dressed and ready to go to dinner. She couldn't fit into the red dress she knew he loved so much, so she opt'd for something more comfortable. He acted as if he didn't notice she wore jeans and a sweater and had also dressed in comfy clothes. Faye hadn't felt so alive, so good, in such a long time. It felt like it was before shit had hit the fan. When things were magical.

Dinner at La Comeda's was delicious, but Freeman had been right about him being able to whip up a finer Mexican fiesta for her. Though the food was tasty, it spoke millions of words that the cook clearly wasn't someone who had cooked Mexican cuisine his/her entire life. Growing up next door to Freeman's, Faye could tell a real Tamale from an impostor and the same says it for a Tostada! They joked about the food, but ate it happily. Everything just felt right. She was happy. Truly, unquestionably happy.

She was lost in thought before she realized Freeman was no longer sitting across from her, but was standing next to her by the table. "What are you doing?" She asked, smiling up at him.

"I bought this when you were still pregnant with Sophia. Once I knew my true feelings for you and made the decision that I was going to be Sophia's Father and love and care for her as if she were my own flesh and blood..." he paused as he shook what he held in his hand, smiling. "For eight years I carried this around with me. Waiting for that perfect moment magazines and everyone kept talking about, but I can't imagine a time with you and our daughters and our son, that was anything less than perfect and I swore to myself and to you and our children that next time, next time I was going to do it right." He looked up from the little black velvet box he held in the palm of his hand and dropped down on one knee in front of her.

She gasped, hand flying up to her neck as tears filled her vision causing everything but Freeman's face to become blurry.

"I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you when I was 4 years old. I fell in love with you the moment I felt Sophia kicking from inside your belly. You and I may have failed at doing so many things in life, doing things the wrong or opposite way has kind of always been our thing, but together we have conquered so much more. With you I know devotion, strength, honor, and I know love. This may not be the perfect moment, but with you every moment is perfect and I cannot imagine anything more perfect than being able to call you my wife."

He opened to box to reveal what was inside, but she couldn't see it. She could only see him. She sat there, not breathing, tears flowing down her cheeks. Everyone around them at the restaurant was staring at Freeman on bended knee and staring at her to see her reaction. No one moved. Everything was silent, even the band had stopped playing music in wait for him to ask her the big question. Then he said it.

"Faye Elizabeth Ross, will you marry me?"

She stared at him longer than she meant to. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, but before she could someone had hollered from across the room, 'SAY YES!' She started laughing, wiping her eyes she looked back at him and smiled.

"Yes! Yes, I will!"

The entire restaurant erupted in applause and cheers. Some even hooted and hollered and the band began playing the wedding march as Freeman pulled the ring from the box and placed it on her left ring finger. More, and much louder applause erupted afterwards and Freeman stood pulling a sobbing Faye into his arms.

"KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!" The restaurant chanted in unison.

Freeman and Faye looked around them smiling like fools, laughing. He turned and looked at her, "I love you."

"I love you, too." Faye stood on her tippy toes and pulled his face down to hers, kissing him.

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“It’s not.. a.. baby...”

"I know.. but I didn't find out until four months ago."

"You kept this from me for four months?"

"I was scared. I was scared to get attached to it," she absentmindedly rubbed her stomach as she spoke about their child growing inside of her. "I wouldn't even look at the monitor screen when they did an ultrasound. I couldn't. I couldn't get my hopes up let alone yours or the girls. After Angel.."

"Angel was different circumstances, Babe." He closed the space between them, leaning over to kiss her belly, then her hand, then her lips. "This baby isn't Angel."

"And it's not a baby."

"Huh?"

"It's not..a..baby." She raised her eyebrows. "I told you that I didn't look at the monitors, but it's not like I disregarded anything they told me about what was going on inside of me. We're having twins."

Freeman stood there, motionless. One hand over hers on top of her stomach the other cupped the back of her neck. She was afraid he'd gone into shock, but when she tried to move she felt the resistance in his response. He'd finally looked up at her. "Did you say you're pregnant with twins?"

Nodding slowly, she said, "Yes, twins. I just found out last week. I still haven't wrapped my head around it either." She paused to take in his facial expression, "I am really sorry, baby. I should have told you."

"I understand why you didn't, I can't be mad at you for trying to protect me and the girls and even yourself. Not after everything we've been through. But twins?"

She laughed out loud, "Yes!"

"Boys or girls? Or one of each?" He asked eagerly.

"I don't know. I didn't want to. Not without you present." She half-smiled at him.

He shook his head and kissed her. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue hot and intoxicating as it moved against hers. It was a heady thing kissing him. He filled her senses and her mind. She heard nothing, but the sounds he made. She felt nothing, but his touch. She wanted nothing, but to feel him moving against her, inside her. She ran her hand down his chest and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his penis and began stroking his sex, not bothering to be gentle. He groaned against her mouth and she felt his body shake as he shivered. It'd been a long time since she touched him. A long time since he kissed her this way.

He grasped her buttocks and pulled her forward until she was half sitting on the table top and half off. Only thing from stopping her from falling off was Freeman. She stopped stroking him and wrapped her legs around his waist, gripping the edge of the table top with one hand and her other arm was wrapped around his shoulders as he continued to kiss her. She felt his hand slip down the side of her belly and eagerly waited for his touch. He'd barely started rubbing her clitoris before she came. She tipped her head back, gasping, Freeman's lips moving to her neck. He started to slip his finger inside of her, when she snapped her head up.

"Don't!" She pleaded, breathing heavily.

"What?" He seemed confused. He thought this is what she wanted.

"I want you, I want you inside me now. Please," she pleaded with him, tears filled her eyes. He was shocked by her reaction, but he also felt he understood it. "You don't have to be gentle with me. I know, I know that's what you're trying to do, but I can't wait any longer."

He kissed her once, twice, three times before he pulled her legs from around his waist and helped her to stand on her feet. He turned her around and with his chest pressed against her back he bent them both over the table, Faye's cheek pressed against the top. He grabbed her hands and guided them to each side of the table and with his hands he made her grab each side.

"Hold on tight, baby."

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“Twins..”

Faye closed her eyes as he brushed her hair away from her face and off her back, where he trailed searing hot kisses down her back.

 He spread her legs apart and stood leaned back to where he could see her sex. Kneeling down behind her, he teased her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He heard her gasp his name and hit the top of the coffee table, cursing. He chuckled before he said in a mocking serious tone, "Hey, I said hold on tight. Let go again and I'll really drive you crazy."

He heard her muttering things, but couldn't make out what she was saying. He wanted to take her to the bedroom, make sweet, hot love to her gently, but he saw it in her eyes and the way she bit her bottom lip that she needed the same thing he did. However, he also wanted to play with her. Taste her. Smell her. Feel her. He returned to gently circling her clitoris with the tip of his tongue as he gripped the back of her thighs to keep her from moving. It wasn't long before he felt her body tense and start shaking from the adrenaline the orgasm brought with it. He wanted to please her more, he wished to please her more, but she started moaning his name he almost lost it himself.

Standing behind her, he grabbed his sex and rubbed the tip of it up and down hers getting the tip wet with her cum before he positioned himself behind her. If it'd been anyone other than Faye he might have been embarrassed with how he was breathing so hard. He moved the end of his penis around the opening of her vagina. So wet. He licked his lips, grabbing her hips he slammed his sex into her. She screamed his name as he cried out in pleasure. She was so tight. So hot. He knew he only had a few more in him before he lost his. He moved in and out of her slowly, gently, pressing his hand to the upper middle of her back as his other hand gripped her hip.

"Please.." she panted against the table's surface. "Please, baby, please."

"God.." his voice was deep and raw.

He gently pulled out of her almost completely before he slammed into her again. She gripped the table harder, pressing her forehead against the tabletop, crying out his name. Pleading with him to do it harder. He pulled almost all the way out of her again, slamming into her so hard the table moved across the floor.

"AHH!" She screamed, gasping. "Again!"

"Faye!"

"Please!"

He pulled out as far as he could go without losing where he needed to aim and slammed as hard as he could into her, causing the table to move again. Before she could ask him, he pulled out again and slammed into her. He felt her start to tighten and knew she was almost there. He grabbed the side of the table and walked forward, pushing it until it was all the way up against the wall. He grabbed her hips, pulled almost all the way out and slammed his sex into her.

"Mmmm.. faster!" She all but whispered.

He pulled out of her, pressing her legs together before grabbing his penis, guiding it to the opening. He gently moved his hips, easing his erection inside of her gasping at how tight she was. He began moving his hips, faster. Faster until he felt her tighten around him. As she came around him, he began moving faster. Harder. She was gasping, moaning, saying his name over and over again as he felt her pulse around him, her body shaking as another orgasm wracked through her.

He leaned over her, slamming his sex into her over and over again. Harder, faster, deeper. He ached with need. As he reached his peak, she cried out three words the was his undoing. He came inside her, collapsing on top of her. He laid there, kissing her back as his seed shot out of him inside her, filling her. It was the first time in a long time that he hadn't pulled out of her. Afraid of the outcome if she'd gotten pregnant and lost it. Now she's pregnant with his baby. Babies. He smiled, “Twins.” He whispered, his voice rough. He kissed her back.

He smiled as he pushed himself off of her, using the table as leverage. He eased himself out of her and then wrapping his arms around her rounded belly and her upper body, he gingerly pulled her off the top of the table and held her to his chest. She was shaking, her breathing was ragged and her eyes were closed. They were sweaty, sticky, and in very much need of a shower.

"So, you still want to go out tonight?" Freeman asked, his voice raspy. His breath hot against her neck.

She chuckled, "Yes."

"I'll run us a bath." He kissed the back of her head. "You ok?"

"Mm.. yeah, go 'head."

He carefully let go of her and walked, butt naked into the bathroom. Her eyes were closed as she was trying to catch her breath. She was pretty sure she was torn down there, but she didn't care.

'My GOD, that felt so good.' She bit her lip as she couldn't help but recall the feeling. Her legs began to shake from the adrenaline, so pulled a chair over to her and sat down. Leaning back against the chair she began recalling every second, every touch, every thrust. She secretly hoped that maybe the could do it again in the bathtub, so much so she let out an excited giggle.

Her eyes immediately flew open as she covered her mouth and looked around. Clothes everywhere, scuff marks on the ground from the kitchen table sliding across the floor from their love making. Her heart began to raise from panic, but then she remembered the girls were gone for the weekend and her sister, Jaymie, had Caleb her house for an overnight play date with her niece Brooklynn. She found herself smiling. Freeman walked back into the kitchen and swooped her off of the kitchen chair into his arms and carried her to the bathroom, easing her down into the hot water.

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[nonsimsical]

“F-what..!!?”

Freeman let out a small, involuntary gasp as he moved his hands over it. He looked up at Faye for an explanation, but she couldn't think of any that could justify her silence. Especially not for this long. Even Freeman has his limits which she's seen time and time again in the past. She licked her lips, opening and closing her mouth as if she were a fish out of water, but no words came to her. Nothing. It was as if she had no voice at all. She felt him press his forehead against her stomach. Seconds passed and she thought she'd never be able to say anything until she felt her body shaking. She looked down to see Freeman was the one shaking, not her.

"Freeman?" She asked, unsure if she should even be allowed to speak to him right now. "Baby, are you ok?" She reached down and touched his shoulder. Immediately his hand grabbed her forearm, and slid down to grasp her hand. When he looked up it was as if someone had gripped hold tight on her heart that still beat inside her chest. He was crying.

"I know, I know! Oh God, I'm a horrible person." She started crying. "I-I never meant to keep it from you this long. I found out a few months ago and at first I didn't say anything because I didn't want to get yours, or my hopes up if I lost it. You remember the Doctor telling us that I may never be able to carry a baby to full term, if at all. If I lost our child again, I just.. I couldn't-wouldn't be able to live with myself if I see you go through that kind of pain again. I just, can't. I know it was selfish to keep this from you, I know it doesn't make me any better than Ai-.."

He stood up suddenly, taking her face into his hands, "Don't you ever, EVER, compare yourself to her ever again. Do you understand me!" He pressed his forehead against hers. "Don't ever."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, letting her body press against his for the first time in two months since her bump had became noticeable. She'd missed the contact. The feel of his body and if she were being honest with herself, she missed the sex. It'd been too long since they'd made love, but she was scared shitless of anything that might cause her to miscarry. So she feigned migraines, which weren't too far off from the truth, only usually those went away after a couple of house locked in their bedroom together. "I'm so so-"

He kissed her, but it wasn't gentle. It was hungry. He wanted her, needed her. His tongue caressed hers, his body pressed tightly against her crushing her tender breasts against his hard chest as he backed her up against the kitchen table. His hands slipped down the back of her between her buttocks and jeans, slipping them off of her as he gripped underneath and lifted her onto the table. He began trailing kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, to her shoulder. He pulled off her shirt, unsnapped her bra and tossed them both behind him onto the floor. He grabbed her jeans and the top of the belly band and pulled down her thighs and once those were off he kicked them aside, sending them flying across the tiled kitchen floor. She was completely and utterly naked.

He took a couple steps away from her, looking first to her rounded belly then to her face. He stared at her for so long she actually started to feel self conscious, but eventually he broke eye contact and slowly his eyes moved down her neck to her swollen breasts, to her rounded belly to the juncture between her thighs. "God you're so beautiful."

He took a step toward her, but stopped as he undid his jeans, pulling them down to his ankles, and kicked those aside. He never wore any underwear, he hated how it bunched up, always had ever since he was in middle school. So before he even pulled his pants to mid thigh, his erection was already exposed and the sheer size was enough to make Faye start panting.

'You're being ridiculous, Ross, calm down!' She chastised herself. 'BREATHE!'

"I don't want to hurt you," Freeman stood where he was looking at her, desire. Pure need and want etched his features and set his eyes blazing as he looked at her. She could literally see his body tensing as if he were restraining himself from stepping any closer to her.

"You couldn't hurt me." She said softly.

"I-I don't want to hurt our baby." Looking down at her bump, his hand twitched as if he resisted reaching out to caress her rounded belly.

Faye smiled at him, "I'm seven months, two weeks and a day pregnant. I think we're ok."

Freeman's mouth made a pop nose as his jaw dropped. "F..what?!"

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[nonsimsical]

Can I be annoying and ask for “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding!” and "Are you drunk? Oh my god you're drunk" for your choice of character? 😬 please and thank you ❤

She gasped, her eyes flew open, her heart beating fast as she took deep calming breaths in through her nose, clutching the fitted sheet beneath her. She turned her head and looked at the clock on her nightstand, the red glowing numbers stated it was 2:01 AM. She frowned as she propped herself up on her elbows, looking around her room. Boxes were stacked to the left side, clothes hanging out of her dresser off it’s drawers. She’d been living here for just over a month and the place still didn’t feel like home to her. What had woken her though?

She kicked her feet until the sheets that entangled them lay in a crumpled mess at the end of her bed, pushing herself up into a sitting position she ran her fingers through her hair before standing upright and walked barefooted across the cold, hardwood floors to her living room which was in a slightly better state of living than her bedroom. It was pouring rain outside and her sliding glass door was open.

“Shit.” She muttered, as she sighed, walking to the bathroom to grab a few towels to clean up the water that’d found its way through the open door. Clutching the fluffy maroon colored towels her Step-Mother bought her as a housewarming gift to her chest as she ran towards the living room on the balls of her feet trying to not wake up her neighbors below her. Maddox shook out the folded towels before tossing them on top of the puddle of water as she reached over to shut the slider, clocking it. Using her feet, she pushed the towels around until she was satisfied that she’d gotten most, if not all, the water off the floor. Fluffing her hair out of her eyes, she reached down grabbing the towels with both hands she then turned and tossed them onto a dining chair when suddenly a loud banging sound coming from the front entrance of her apartment caused her to jump and clap her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream.

Clutching her throat, Maddox walked slowly until she stood at the entrance of the darkened hallway leading to her front door. It was like a scene out of a scary movie. She knew better than to call out who was there and alert whomever or whatever it was on the other side of the door that a possible lone female resided inside the apartment, instead she looked again around her living to see if anything was amiss. She didn’t recall leaving her sliding glass door open, but then again she also didn’t remember turning off her TV or climbing into bed. She’d been sleeping on her couch since she moved in here. Biting her bottom lip she glared at the front door just as more banging caused her to jump back. She ran to her room and dove to the floor, feeling around underneath her bed for the baseball bat that her cousin Jordan had brought her when he came to visit her a week ago. She felt the cold metal, gripping it tightly, as she pulled it towards her.

Standing up she looked around her bed to see if her cell phone was under the covers when she didn’t find it on her nightstand. More pounding caused her to whimper. This area was supposed to have a low crime rate. It would be just her luck for danger to come literally banging on her door. She tried to control her breathing as she inched back towards the living room. Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned down the dark hall, making her way towards the front door. She wished like hell Emily was here right about now. She did not handle these type of situations very well. She managed to muster enough courage to make it to the front door, but when she looked through the peephole she saw only darkness. Pressing her lips together, she slowly backed up until her backside hit her couch. She rolled over the top of it and popped up into a sitting position. She placed the bat on the coffee table and began searching the couch cushions until she found her phone. She hit the power button, but the screen stayed black. Sighing and muttering curse words her Mami would tan her hide for, she grabbed her bat and crawled over to the nightstand where her charging cord was last. She felt around on the floor until she felt the thin cord and thrust the metal piece into her phone and held her breath as it got enough of a charge for her to turn it on and call emergency services.

She heard an odd deep moaning sound before more pounding on the door. Her eyes filled with tears, her breath caught her in chest as the scratching sounds of what Maddox assumed was someone trying to pick her lock reached her ears. She dropped her phone and flew over the couch and down the hallway, not caring if whomever was on the other side heard her or not. She slammed her body into the front door as it began to open and threw the deadbolt Kathy had installed upon her Father’s request. Her phone started buzzing behind her, and as she ran towards it, she let out a frightened whimper. Grabbing the phone, panting, she looked at the caller i.d.

“Saxton?” She frowned, pressing the talk button. “Hello?”

“Maddy, open the door.”

Blinking, she looked over her shoulder, before slowly standing up and walking around the couch. “What?!”

“Open the damn door, Maddox.”

She ran to the front door, throwing the deadbolt back before cracking the door open.

“Maddy..” he whispered, as she reached his hand in through the small opening to touch her face.

She cried out, throwing the door open and her arms around his neck. “You jerk! You scared the crap out of me!” Traitorous tears began flowing down her cheeks. She sniffled as she remembered herself and let go of him, pushing him back as she moved to the side to let him in.

He tripped as he walked past her, causing her to frown. “What’re you doing here, Sax?”

“I was at a party and got into a fight. I remember Gabe telling me you lived over here, so… when the cops were called..” He turned around to look at her.

“Are you drunk?” She took a step towards him, her arms folded across her chest. “Oh my god, you’re drunk!”

“Don’t be mad, Maddy.”

“Mad? Why would I be mad. It’s not like we’re dating anymore.” She let out a huff before turning and locking the front door. She pushed past him and walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of water before pulling out a box of cold pizza. “Here. Drink this and eat something. You can crash on the couch, but only for tonight.”

“Thanks, Maddox.”

“I’ll get you a pillow and blanket,” she paused before adding. “I’ve got work tomorrow, so you need to either be gone or find a ride before I have to leave..” She left him standing in the brightly lit kitchen as she made her way back towards her bedroom where she pulled on a pair of pajama pants before turning and grabbing a sweater. She made her way back towards the hall cupboard and pulled down an extra blanket and pillow, shutting the door with her elbow. She placed them on the couch, grabbing her cell phone and it’s charger cord along with her baseball bat and made her way back towards her bedroom.

There was a soft knock on the door that caused her to sit up a little straighter. Slowly she turned her head, forcing herself to stare him dead in the eyes.

“I just wanted to say goodnight and thank you again for letting me crash here.” He paused before adding, “And thanks for the food and water.”

“No problem.” Her voice dead even to her own ears.

He cleared his throat, jamming his hands in his pockets. “Maddy, I-”

“Goodnight, Saxton.” She said, her eyes closed, her face turned away from his eyesight.

“Maddy…”

“Good-night.”

“Night.”

After she was sure he was no longer in her bedroom doorway, Maddox stood and walked over shutting her door firmly and loudly before throwing the lock. She didn’t trust him to stay on the couch and she didn’t think her emotions would stop her from letting him into her bed. She crawled across her mattress, hugging a pillow to her chest as she buried her face into it letting the tears flow freely as her quiet sobs eventually rocked her to sleep.

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