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Alison Blaire ([personal profile] shimmerandsing) wrote2009-02-15 12:45 am
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Still the one.

Alison woke at a reasonable hour and was only mildly ill. The morning sickness so far with her second pregnancy had been easier to handle than the first. She was especially glad for it on days like today. It was Valentine's Day and she needed to do something special for her handsome hubby.

Following tradition, Longshot had been up early and gone into the camp for his yearly chocolate haul. Despite being a happily married father of three (four soon), he still made out better than most single men in the country. They would be eating chocolate for weeks after the holiday.

While he was out, Alison bathed and dressed the twins in little Valentine outfits she'd bought for them. They got their breakfast and a little stuffed monkey each. Both were white with little red hearts on their palms and the bottoms of their feet. By the time Daddy returned home, there were two babies with slightly soggy stuffed animals and a picnic lunch for four waiting for him.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Other present later, then." Alison laughed. She shifted and stretched her legs out before her with the ankles crossed. Lounging. Perfectly calm.

"You're a little overdressed, sweetheart..."

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
He was starting to strip himself but got distracted watching her stretch her legs out. His t-shirt was half off his head. He nodded with her sentiment and pulled his clothing off to get a bare torso.

He lost his pants somewhere in transit over to Alison. He had no idea where. His underwear was starting to strain as mightily as cotton could before he shucked those off, too.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmmmm. Naked husband. He was miles and miles of hard muscle and smooth skin. Her eyes roamed as happily as his had just a few minutes before.

"Have I mentioned today how lucky I am to be married to you?" She grinned and reached out to rest her hands on his hips. Her fingers squeezed lightly.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"No, can't say you have," he mumbled absently as he fingered the material of her nightie. He may have grunted very softly at the squeezing of his hips. He wouldn't know. Longshot was trying to figure out each and every way to get his wife naked with and without his hands. Some of the tongue techniques were... inventive.

"How does my gift wanna be opened?"

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I am so," she kissed his chest. "Very," then kissed a spot just above his non-belly button. "Lucky." She kissed his non-belly button and spent an enjoyable moment nuzzling and licking the slight indentation.

Then she grinned and leaned back with her arms bracing her on the bed. "It's your day, cutie. You can take the ribbon off carefully, or rip it to shreds."

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Longshot closed his eyes and sighed softly at the attention paid his midsection. It was also making urges for him harder to control. He opened his eyes and gave an unsteady breath at the directions.

Hands. Definitely hands. Mouth wanted to taste skin and not cloth.

His fingers settled lightly just above her sheer panties and slowly slid up toward the ribbon holding her top closed. There was a slight pause as he ringed his fingers around her belly button, but it wasn't long because he had plenty of flesh he wanted to get at. His fingers grasped the end of the ribbon when he got to it and slowly pulled to get it untied. When it was loose, one hand carefully pulled her top open while his other hand rubbed his fingers along and between her breasts.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Alison shivered at the slow touch of her husband's hands on her skin. She smiled at him and held still for him to work on his unwrapping. Although she did wiggle a little bit. It was impossible to stay completely still and her hubby seemed to like it when she wiggled anyway.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Longshot couldn't help but grin at Alison's tiny wiggles. Once he got her top open, he leaned over to gently suck and kiss her breasts. Leaving small little wet marks on much of her soft skin as he could.

His hands trailed down her sides to the sheer panties. While he might have been patient with her top, there was only so much of that to go around. He grabbed the sheer fabric and tore the panties in half. The pieces were dropped off to the side somewhere.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Having such a skilled and attentive husband just never got old. Never ever ever ever. Alison moaned softly and squirmed a bit more as he lavished attention on her breasts. When he ripped her panties off, she gasped louder and grinned.

"Impatient, hmmmm...?"

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He licked a line up to her neck before murmuring against her skin.

"Can't be too patience with the most beautiful woman I know naked." Longshot slowly nibbled his way up her neck. He got to her earlobe, which he nipped gently.

"Want you," he growled softly.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then take me," she murmured back. "I'm all yours. Always and forever."

Alison pulled him tightly to her and wiggled against him. Teasing, yes, but also a little bit pleading. She wanted him just as badly.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He grunted at the wiggling. Longshot pressed Ali more into the bed and ground his hips against her. It was a way to drive himself insane. He growled and pulled his hips back.

Then he guided himself right in, slipping in with a happy sigh. He rocked against her a couple times before starting a couple test thrusts to get the angle just right. He was positive his wife's body would let him know when he hit the right spot.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Alison slipped her legs around his waist and held on tightly when he started to move. There was no way she was going to let him get more than a few inches away.

"Gooood..." Alison breathed against his neck. "So good. Don't stop. Love you."

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
In this position, he didn't need more than a few inches. He was inside and not leaving. Longshot nodded. He wasn't going to waste breath on words when he could let her feel everything.

He started in harder and faster. He rocked his hips against her with every push in, rubbing against her clit as much as he could between thrusts.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Once he picked up the pace, words were impossible. All her breath was used to keep moving. Her body rocked up against his with every thrust. She panted softly against his shoulder and moaned when his hips ground into her. So good.

Her arms and legs tightened around him, wanting him even closer.

[identity profile] 2009-02-18 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Whatever Alison wanted, Longshot always did his best to try to give her. Their bodies slapped together as he pushed her down into the mattress more with his light frame. He growled and bared his teeth for a second. His blood was pounding in his ears; he had no idea how much longer he could hold on.

He pulled his head up from sagging between his shoulders with effort. He kissed Alison hard and deep as he lost all finesse and was racing his own body to the end. He plunged in one more time and rocked against her as he released. Whatever cry tried to burst from his chest got muffled against Alison's mouth.

[identity profile] 2009-02-19 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Alison moaned against his mouth. The sound of his cry sent a shudder through her. An electric tingle started at the base of her skull and ran down her spine. If she made a sound, she didn't hear it over his. And she liked it that way.

Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she rode the waves.

[identity profile] 2009-02-19 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
Longshot wasn't sure if Alison made a sound either. He was kind of out of it as he broke off the kiss. He panted for a few seconds before slumping down on her. His chest heaved from the effort. He could feel his hair sticking to his sweat-slicked shoulders. Most of all he could feel the heat trapped between their two (and a smidge) bodies.

He grinned and kissed the side of her jaw. He didn't have the energy for more at the moment.

[identity profile] 2009-02-19 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmmm..." Alison rubbed a palm back and forth across Longshot's shoulders. The sweat slicked skin under her hand made her smile. She made him that hot. She caused his hearts to race like they were.

Proud? More than a little.

She grinned and nuzzled him softly. Warm, contented husband. It was just about the best thing ever.

[identity profile] 2009-02-19 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mmf." That was a reply of some sort. Possibly a 'we should move before I fall off the edge of the bed.' Except he didn't have the energy for big movements right now. Maybe he'd cling to the bedspread.

If he could get his hands off Alison, that might have been a plan. He puffed a breath. "So... good..."

[identity profile] 2009-02-19 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bet you say 'mmf' to all the girls," Alison teased and laughed breathlessly. Her husband was so darn cute. She hugged him tight and nuzzled his shoulder.

"Always good with you. You're the one that makes my heart race and my breath catch."

[identity profile] 2009-02-19 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Only ... say it... to one woman," he countered. Longshot was slowly catching his breath back. He could probably do it faster, but he didn't see a need to rush at the moment.

"Can I be the one you drag farther onto the bed? I'm gonna fall off with my jelly legs..."

[identity profile] 2009-02-20 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Gooood answer." Alison laughed at his request and with a little wiggling and dragging, got them both to about the middle of the bed. Neither of them were falling off anyway. That was what counted.

"I love you to tiny little bits. You know that?"

[identity profile] 2009-02-20 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Peanut butter mouth doesn't count, right?" He had mmfed a time or two at other people then. Mostly before liberal application of milk.

He squinted at her. "Hope you like my little bits. They slipped out with all the wiggling and squirming and not being hard anymore."

It was like shooting pool with a jump rope at the moment. Though Alison just had to work some of her own special magic to fix it.

[identity profile] 2009-02-20 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Peanut butter mouth is acceptable. Just as long as I am the only one who gets it when you're all tired and sweaty."

She giggled again at his squinty face. Hee! Squinty husband. She gave him the most innocent look possible. "I like all your bits. Big, little, hard, soft..."

"Of course... before you get back on that train of thought, you might want to think about your other gift." She really hoped he liked it. It was... different.

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