shimmerandsing | The Twins: Year one.

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The Twins: Year one.

"Happy birthday to youuuuuu..." Alison was singing to the twins as she got them bathed and dressed for their very first birthday party. She had been singing all day. All sorts of songs, with Happy Birthday randomly thrown in. Hana giggled every time Alison elongated the word 'you'. Aiden was too busy playing with the plushie frog face on his new shirt.

"Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuu!" More giggles. Alison tugged a pink shirt with a fluffy, white lamb's face on it over the little girl's head. Each baby had matching pants and little socks to go with the shirts.

She scooped up one wiggle worm in each arm and headed down the stairs to the living room. "Happy birthday, Aiden and Hanaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Happy Birthday to you!"

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He almost managed a smile in return. He'd got caught breathless by how ... primal her smile was. Longshot couldn't remember the last time he had a gut punch of a feeling he was going to be eaten.

Not that he minded at all. Complete and implicit trust in his wife. He kissed back just as hard and started wishing his last bit of clothing were gone.

He wanted complete and total skin-to-skin contact.

He would get his wish! Just as soon as his wife could manage it. Alison was tearing at his pants even while she kissed him.

A growl of want rumbled in the back of her throat as she wiggled out of her skirt. He could take care of the panties easily. He'd done it before.

He shivered under her. Even when trying to conceive the twins, he hadn't felt this level of want from Ali. it was intoxicating.

Longshot reached down and tore her panties right off her. No muss. No fuss. Just ripped pieces of cloth dropped from his hands.

Making the twins had been amazing. She'd wanted it so badly, but it had still been an abstract idea then. Now that she had tasted the reality of conceiving and carrying children, she knew what was in store for her.

And she wanted it.

She moaned when her panties disappeared. Alison squirmed against him, panting against his lips. "Want you," she growled and then kissed him again.

Longshot would never completely fathom what he had unleashed. He didn't remotely mind it. In fact, his approval of the whole thing was growing larger and warmer. It was also trapped between their bodies.

He nipped at her lower lip to get himself some breathing space. "Take me," he hissed in Cadre.

"Yessss..."

Alison grinned against his lips and then she drew back slowly to sit up. Her fingernails raked lightly down his chest and stomach. Light fingertips skimmed the length of his erection. Then she shifted up on her knees and guided him inside of her.

Longshot drew in an unsteady breath as she sat up. His eyes were intent on how her breasts swayed during the movement. He arched his back a bit at the feel of her fingernails scraping across his skin.

He groaned her name as he slid inside. Any sense of contentment he had been carrying for having two perfect babies was replaced for the moment. Alison wasn't the only one feeling uncontrollable need.

She shuddered and wiggled in place as she settled down onto him. So good. They had plenty of sex... it was one thing that was never in short supply. But, this felt different. It felt fantastic.

And it only got better as she started rolling her hips in hard, fast circles.

Longshot grunted a bit as she wiggled. He bit his lower lip a little and skimmed his hands up her body to squeeze her breasts. His thumbs were brushing across her nipples when she started moving.

Then his hands had to move down. He had to hold on to her waist. His feet scrabbled to find purchase before he could meet her movements. He growled a bit before he could manage to move with her.

"Za's Vid, Ali..."

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes." Alison's moans were almost a chant as their bodies slammed into each other again and again. For the most part, she preferred to start slow when they made love. But, she just couldn't manage slow tonight. She felt like she'd been waiting forever for this moment.

"Love you."

Longshot was fine and dandy with fast and hard. And man, was he getting it now. He pushed up as far as her body would take him. His fingers dug into her skin to help hold on. His breathing came out in sharp pants.

"Love you, too, buttercup! Uhn."

Alison hands braced on his shoulders for something to hold onto. Her whole body worked with each rocking motion. She moaned and panted. His fingers digging into her skin only made her want to push harder.

"Love you. Love you, love you. Oh, god..."

His head was swimming. He felt Alison's hands press and hold against the bone of his shoulders. He didn't know how hard their bodies were going, but he could here the fast slaps of flesh meeting flesh. His eyes were drawn to her breasts swaying as she worked her body so hard against his.

"Uhn." He kept grunting. Every push she made against him made him grunt. Until a heavy growl settled into his chest. He couldn't hold on any longer.

Longshot dug his heels into the floor and thrust up one last time. The growl in his chest ripped out as his back bent off the floor with his release.

Oh. That sound. Alison loved that sound.

Electric sparks danced up and down her spine and her own voice found a near howl to match his growl. Fingernails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him to ride out the waves of orgasm.

Longshot settled back on the floor, panting for breath. He blinked a bit as Ali rode out the last waves of her orgasm. His ears rung just a tiny bit from how wonderfully loud she got.

And when she got that high on pleasure, there was the twinkling light show. He grinned and watched the motes of light calm and twinkle in and out.

"Gorgeous," he managed to breathe.

Alison didn't see the lights, thankfully. It wouldn't have stopped her tonight, though. She was on a mission. And her mission was gasping for air underneath her.

She stretched out on top of him and breathed a long, deep sigh of relaxation. "Mmmmm..."

The Mojoworlder had never been a mission. She would have to tell him about it sometime. Not now. He couldn't talk. Or do much.

When she stretched out on top of him, he just barely managed to get a hand on her back. Then he rubbed up and down her spine. His fingers fluttered over those small, bony lumps.

"Mm-hm," he agreed as best he could. He was certain his hearts might rocket out of his chest any moment.

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