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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] sonofarize.livejournal.com 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] light-in-sound.livejournal.com 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] sonofarize.livejournal.com 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] light-in-sound.livejournal.com 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.

[identity profile] sonofarize.livejournal.com 2009-02-20 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"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.