Alison Blaire (
shimmerandsing) wrote2008-04-09 06:20 pm
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Promise kept.
After a night of ups and downs -- if she were entirely truthful, it was a lot more downs than ups -- Alison made good on her promise to her mother-in-law. She started out early. The babies were fed and kissed, and her husband snuggled thoroughly. It had almost given her time to talk herself out of leaving, but in the end, the jonin had gently nudged her out the door.
The trip required several portal hops through the Nexus. Instead of an Italian spa, Natasha had chosen an American spa in New York for Alison's gift. It was a good choice. Alison would have had a difficult time relaxing in Italy without speaking the language. And it was nice to see the States again. She hadn't realized that she missed the familiar sights and sounds.
The spa people had their work cut out for them, though. Alison was about as tightly wound as she had ever been. Getting her relaxed and happy was a task that usually only Longshot managed. And he did it with techniques that the people at the spa were not allowed to use.
Despite her reluctance and hesitance, she found herself relaxing as she received the full spa treatment. First, she enjoyed a full body massage. Even ger toes got some attention. That had been the part she didn't think she'd like, but once it started she melted right into the table. Longshot's were better, but it was also nice to get a rub down without any sexual expectations at the end. In fact, the only expectation at the end of the massage was a long soak in an herb infused hot tub.
Over the next few hours, Alison was pampered within an inch of her life. Her hair was trimmed and highlighted. She got a manicure and a pedicure; a facial and a make-over. Even an acupuncture treatment. She wasn't afraid of the needles anymore. Once every conceivable treatment had been lavished on her, she finally emerged into the afternoon sun. It was on the edge of her mind to head for home, but the day was only half over and she had been told to take it for herself, so... shopping!
It was nice to wander the mall and spend some time just looking. Window shopping was a lost art. Eventually, she found some new clothes that she had to have. And some toys for the babies. Well, she couldn't completely forget them all day, after all. Not even if she tried. Nor could she stop thinking about her husband. She wondered if he was thinking about her? He said he would miss her today. She'd have to find him something, too. Hmmm.
Ah, wait. She had the perfect idea. And she knew right where to find it.
The walk home took a bit longer than the trip to the spa. Mostly because she was enjoying the early evening air and the slow sunset. She was never without light, so the night didn't worry her. But, she wanted to get home before too late. No need to worry anyone.
She hummed softly to herself as she mounted the steps to the front door and opened it. As she toed off her sandals in the entryway, she called out, "I'm home!"
The trip required several portal hops through the Nexus. Instead of an Italian spa, Natasha had chosen an American spa in New York for Alison's gift. It was a good choice. Alison would have had a difficult time relaxing in Italy without speaking the language. And it was nice to see the States again. She hadn't realized that she missed the familiar sights and sounds.
The spa people had their work cut out for them, though. Alison was about as tightly wound as she had ever been. Getting her relaxed and happy was a task that usually only Longshot managed. And he did it with techniques that the people at the spa were not allowed to use.
Despite her reluctance and hesitance, she found herself relaxing as she received the full spa treatment. First, she enjoyed a full body massage. Even ger toes got some attention. That had been the part she didn't think she'd like, but once it started she melted right into the table. Longshot's were better, but it was also nice to get a rub down without any sexual expectations at the end. In fact, the only expectation at the end of the massage was a long soak in an herb infused hot tub.
Over the next few hours, Alison was pampered within an inch of her life. Her hair was trimmed and highlighted. She got a manicure and a pedicure; a facial and a make-over. Even an acupuncture treatment. She wasn't afraid of the needles anymore. Once every conceivable treatment had been lavished on her, she finally emerged into the afternoon sun. It was on the edge of her mind to head for home, but the day was only half over and she had been told to take it for herself, so... shopping!
It was nice to wander the mall and spend some time just looking. Window shopping was a lost art. Eventually, she found some new clothes that she had to have. And some toys for the babies. Well, she couldn't completely forget them all day, after all. Not even if she tried. Nor could she stop thinking about her husband. She wondered if he was thinking about her? He said he would miss her today. She'd have to find him something, too. Hmmm.
Ah, wait. She had the perfect idea. And she knew right where to find it.
The walk home took a bit longer than the trip to the spa. Mostly because she was enjoying the early evening air and the slow sunset. She was never without light, so the night didn't worry her. But, she wanted to get home before too late. No need to worry anyone.
She hummed softly to herself as she mounted the steps to the front door and opened it. As she toed off her sandals in the entryway, she called out, "I'm home!"
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At the moment, Alison was experiencing the fun kind of thoughtlessness. The kind where thought is rendered impossible because of what her husband's fingers were doing. He was definitely on the road to achieving his goal.
His wife already achieved her goal. She had his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, and pushed down over his hips. Ahhh. More skin, less clothes.
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He had let go of her ear with his teeth and gone back to nibbling her neck. Small, quick bites that he tried soothing with his tongue. His hips wiggled as his pants were lowered.
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"I got yours," she breathed. "Now, you have some ribbons to untie."
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He did it one-handed. His hand between her legs was staying. Except it was rubbing harder. His other hand went to the small tie holding her top together. He tugged one end of the string and got it undone. He pawed down the center of her breast to get it completely undone. And to run his fingers along both breasts.
Then his hand went down to work the panties off. Still one-handed. But he was talented.
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She shifted her hips up to let him move her panties out of the way. She was glad he was being careful with the negligee. She had hoped to wear it again, sometime.
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All he wanted was to go right below where his fingers were rubbing. Over and over. And possibly drive his wife through the floor.
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And she wanted him where he wanted to be. All day long, she'd been thinking about teasing and enticing him. But, it had the double effect of turning her on as well. She'd been waiting hours to have him panting and moaning for her. There was no need to wait much longer.
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He wanted deep and down. He was going to get it. Once Alison was in position, he pushed his hips forward. He slid in as far as she could take him. He closed his eyes and grunted. Then he blindly reached for her hand. He was going to pin it to the floor above her head before he got going.
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Her hand found his and held tightly when he grabbed for it. He could move it however he liked. All she could think about was how she would feel when he finally started moving.
"I want you," she purred against his ear.
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There was a grunt. He reached over with his free hand to get him back in position. Then he quickly drew his hand out of the way as he slammed his hips home. His thrusts went fast and hard. But he didn't pull out as much. He wanted the slap of their bodies together to ring in his ears. Or Alison's voice. One or the other.
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She moaned and clung tighter to him. The closer the better.
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His hips were pushing as fast as they possibly could. The change in angles also let his pelvis rub against Alison's clit. Alison was getting loud. Now he wanted a loud explosion.
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And he was getting his sounds. Every time his hips slammed into hers, she gasped and moaned. Her nails skittered lightly across his shoulders. She couldn't keep the pace he'd set. It wouldn't last.
She cried out a sound that sort of resembled his name as her back arched off the floor and sparks danced behind her closed eyelids.
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His head snapped up and he grunted loudly as he shook against her. She was getting everything he had.
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She rubbed the palm of her free hand flat against his back. Mmmm. Warm, sweaty skin.
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Longshot needed to taste it, too.
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"Comfy?" She mumbled against his shoulder. She certainly was.
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He just needed a second wind. To pick his wife up. Set her on the bed. And take her all over again. Though a little less frantic.
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"Mmmm... y'know..." She chuckled. "Sometimes, I wonder why I bother putting on clothes at all."
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He was not aware of the concept of crotchless panties. He might change his opinion sometime. He kept his eyes closed and basked in the close presence of his wife. She had been gone all day! He had to make up for some of that time.