shimmerandsing | 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!"

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Longshot grinned as bubbles started to rise in the tub. He carefully stepped into the tub. Then he just stood there. Keeping his wife above the water level. He could do it!

He just needed proper motivation to settle down. With her on his lap and everything.

"Gonna sit down, cutie?" She smiled at him. "It's easier to use the bath crayons if you're in the bath. And if you have a hand free."

Not that she wanted him to let go of her. But, she figured he could hold her with one arm and use the other hand to play with crayons. Everybody wins!

"Okay!" And splashdown!

Meanwhile, she settled on his lap. Which gave him a hand free. So, he groped her breast. It might have looked like he was reaching for the crayons.

Alison laughed. She wasn't fooled. Her husband would rather play with her breasts than crayons any day. Even the fancy, bath kind. She just shook her head and watched his hand for a moment.

"I thought you were going to play with your new toys?" She asked as she held up the package.

"Oh! Yeah..." Longshot reached for the crayons. Then he looked a little confused. Hmm.

"You're sitting on your butt..." He can't trace his hand on it that way! Hrmph. Well, he would have to do a substitution.

So, he somehow got a crayon on and tried drawing a circle around Alison's nipple.

"My butt is on your lap. That makes it happy." She nodded. He could draw on her butt later. She was happy with her seat.

She laughed at the circle. Well, it was non-toxic, so that was alright. And she liked the color green anyway. In retaliation, she grabbed the red crayon and started drawing a butterfly on his chest.

Longshot looked down at what his wife was drawing. He bet it would look pretty. That didn't stop him from doing back to put graffiti on her breasts.

Like scrawling 'For Play By Longshot' across both of them. His handwriting always seemed childish to him, but it looked nice there.

Alison was happily drawing her butterfly and not paying much attention to what Longshot was writing. Until she put the final touches on her drawing. Then she looked down at her chest. She laughed.

"Staking your claim, huh?" She didn't mind. She was all his and he knew it.

"Yep! Babies can use 'em for feeding, but all the fun belongs to me!" He nodded. Then he started drawing squigglies up to her shoulders from her breasts. Line art needed to be added. He also needed to draw stuff below the water-line.

"Well, at least you're willing to share." Alison smiled and shook her head. It was a vast improvement over the days when he had been convinced he would never get to touch them again.

A little farther down on his torso, she started to draw the profile of a naked woman. Why not? It was one of his favorite things!

"Don't want my babies to starve to death," he noted as he drew a curly little baby on Alison's shoulder. It was was definitely a male from the squiggle between the legs. He hummed a little as his scribbles started going down Ali's arm. Not her drawing arm. Because she was doing something on his body.

Though while he did this, he reached over with his other hand and turned the taps off. They didn't need the tub too full. Especially since Longshot had a tendency to do a lot of splashing.

"That's because you're a wonderful Daddy." Alison never had a doubt about that. He proved it again and again each day.

Her drawing was getting more detailed. She drew little nipples on the breasts and long, curvy legs. And a belly button, of course. Another of her husband's favorite things.

Longshot blushed a tiny bit. He wasn't a wonderful Daddy. He was just looking out for his babies. They were his last chance at even remotely being called a good Daddy. He felt like he hadn't done enough for his other children.

He glanced down at what Alison was drawing and got a little distracted...

"I like these crayons..."

"They're fun," she agreed without looking up. The lady on Longshot's chest was getting more details. She needed hair and arms and things. Alison was humming happily to herself as she drew. She didn't indulge in enough silly, playtime things with her husband as she should. She would have to work on that.

Well, since his wife was working on a masterpiece, Longshot decided not to distract her. Completely. He could lean over and nibble her neck. And let his crayon do some marking.

And try to keep his penis from poking Alison too quickly. Because he had a naked woman on his lap drawing a naked woman on his own body.

Alison giggled. Longshot seemed to be less interested in his crayons and more interested in his canvas. Not that she minded. She would rather be more interesting than a box of crayons. Even really neat crayons.

"Are you tasting me?" She teased as she put the finishing touches on her naked, crayon, self portrait.

"Yes," he answered simply before licking a line up her neck. He would be sad if she ever told him to stop licking her. He liked her taste. And she had so many...

The crayon got set on the side of the tub. He needed both hands free to see if the crayon changed the texture of his wife's breasts. So... SQUEEZIES!

"Oh. Okay, then." She answered happily. It wasn't as if she was going to stop him. She liked having him nibbling on her almost as much as he enjoyed doing it.

"Eek!" Alison squeaked and jumped slightly. She hadn't been paying attention to where his hands had gone. Although, it shouldn't have surprised her. His hands were magnetized to her breasts. Scientific fact!

She put her crayon down with the others and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Now, what are you up to? Hmm?"

SHE SQUEAKED! CHEE HEE! There might have been a self-satisfied smirk on Longshot's face. He wouldn't know. He couldn't see it.

"Checking to see if the crayons made your breasts feel any different." There was more squeezing and a little nipple pinching to make sure. Though very careful with the nipples.

Promise kept.

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