shimmerandsing | Happy Birthday!

The preparations had begun days before. Alison had sent letter after letter and made dozens of phone calls. Half of the calls had gone to her stubborn step-son. Shatterstar was hard to corral. The other half had gone out to other family and friends. Anyone Alison could think to invite, she had contacted. Her invitations were only part of the deal. She had enlisted her mother-in-law to invite the women from the clan. Whoever Longshot was close to. And given her husband's ability to make friends wherever he went, that list would be long.

After the guests were settled, she focused on food. The cake had been a big deal to her... it had to feed dozens of people, and it had to be appealing to her husband. It had taken ages to find a baker who could produce what she wanted. In the end, it had been worth it and she couldn't wait to show it off. For lunch, she had enlisted the help of Longshot's two favorite cooks: Momoko and Maria. The day of the party, the kitchen and dining room were piled high with the best food Italy and Japan had to offer.

The living room was the designated present area. A table had been set up along a mostly unused wall and had begun filling up with brightly wrapped packages of all sizes early that morning. Lisa and Gloria Jean had been assigned inside decoration duty and had roped Rogue into helping. She could fly and get to the high places, they reasoned. Dakota and the boys had pulled outside duty. There were balloons and streamers all over the place. The more the better, as far as Alison was concerned.

John had been stuck with the hardest job of the morning. He had been assigned the task of getting up dreadfully early and taking Longshot out of the castle long enough for them to prepare the party. Since he had been spending so much time at work catching up after his vacation, he used the excuse that he wanted to spend time with his son on his birthday before he had to go to work. And the best early rising activity he could think of was fishing. At a lake. Far away from the castle. He might be tired by the time they returned, but he knew Longshot would perk right back up when he saw the party dedicated to him.

It was early in the day, still, when the party was all set up and they just had to wait for the guest of honor. Alison had showered and changed. The babies were fed, clean, and dressed in new little outfits their Mommy had picked out especially for the occasion. They had picked up on the excitement around them and were giggling and babbling happily to anyone who would listen. Lisa and Glora Jean each had a baby in their lap and were laughing and making faces right back.

Alison shifted impatiently in her seat and tried to will her husband to appear.

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"Because it sounds sexy. My own personal cowboy fantasy." She smiled and looked down to watch him fondling her. He could never resist bare breasts. It was a squeezie imperative.

"Sounds good to me. I definitely want to feel you sliding up. And down." She grinned as she pushed herself up on her knees. Then she used a hand to guide him in as she lowered herself down. "Annnnd up again..."

Longshot let out a long, happy sigh as Ali settled on top of him. He put his arms behind him to brace as he pushed his torso up. Once, there he wrapped one arm around the small of her back and licked a line up her neck to her ear.

"Better find a good seat. This bronc," he pressed his hips up, "wants to buck. I want to feel everything you got. Hear every bit of our flesh slappin' together."

He growled softly and nipped at her ear.

"I got the best seat in the house," she groaned softly. Everything felt good. His hips pressing into her. His mouth on her skin. The music in the air. So good.

She shuddered when he growled. "Get ta buckin', cowboy. I want my ride."

Longshot's chuckle came from deep in his throat. He slowly slipped back to lie down. he got better leverage this way. Since his legs were already dug in from his earlier bouncing, all he had to do was get his hands on her hips.

He might have been bouncing around earlier. Now, he was putting his earlier efforts to shame. He wanted Alison. Wanted her now. And he was driving his hips up as fast and often as possible. "Rrr."

Ooooh. That was a nice sound, too. Her hubby didn't laugh like that very often. And certainly not when anyone else was around. She grinned down at him.

Then the grin disappeared and her eyes fell shut when he started to move. Oh, it was good. He was always good. He hit so many perfect spots every time.

She leaned back and braced her hands on his leather clad thighs. Really must thank Rogue. Later. Much later.

Longshot was not thinking of thanking anyone. He was thinking singularly of getting his wife loud. He was flexible enough he could manage. And since she opened herself up like that by leaning back...

He moved one of his hands from her hips. He brought it over and down. He brushed lightly against her clit. Then he started rubbing faster than he was thrusting. He wanted her humming in as many ways as possible.

Ohmigosh!

Alison had not been expecting that, somehow. Her husband was a master at shocking her. In all the very best ways.

She moaned loud and long as he started rubbing her. Talented hands. Oh, yes. Her toes curled and she groaned again. If he kept up those paces, she'd be long gone in no time flat. She squirmed, trying to get as much of those sensations as she possibly could.

Longshot was going to keep those paces up. The sooner she climaxed, the sooner he could follower her. He kept his fingers going as he pushed his legs harder to slap their bodies together faster.

He growled. He was getting close. Alison was loud, but she wasn't done. He. Wasn't. Letting. Go. Until. She. Was. Uhn!

She couldn't have held back even if she wanted to. His body slamming into her was steadily driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her breath was coming in sharp, ragged gasps as she struggled with the need to breathe versus the need to moan his name over and over.

Then it was one long, loud moan that started out at his name and devolved into something a lot more feral and much less recognizable.

Longshot grit his teeth and pumped against Alison. Her moan was still ringing in his ears when his release hit. His hand moved away from her clit and held her hips as he pumped everything he had into her.

And then he became a very limp bronc. With leather chaps on.

Alison slowly lowered her upper half down onto Longshot. Whew. When she'd asked for a ride, she had certainly gotten one.

That leather was going to stick to him something awful after all this. She giggled at the thought.

"Yeee-haw," she said and kissed his neck. He could take it. He was a cowboy.

Longshot wrapped his arms around Alison and let out a happy sigh. "Best birthday ever. I made my cowgirl sing..."

It might have been something to do with her cowboy taking her away. Way far away from the volume.

Happy Birthday!

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