shimmerandsing | Still the one.

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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.

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"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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

"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..."

"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."

"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..."

"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?"

"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.

"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.

"You're the only one who gets it when I'm hot, sweaty, naked, and sated," he solemnly swore. He would have held his hand up, but that would have meant he had to stop playing with her breasts. He was loathe to move his hands from there.

"You have thrown the emergency brake on my bits." He squeezed her breasts gently. "Not my hands though. What other gift?"

He didn't recall another gift being mentioned. Then again, he had been singularly focused on his wife in a sheer nightie.

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