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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"Oooh, that's an even better answer." She didn't mind his hands wandering. Longshot had very talented hands. She sighed happily and enjoyed the attention.

"The other gift on the table. You might have missed that part of the discussion." She pointed to the table across the room. "Are you curious what's in the box?"

"I thought so," he said with a grin. His hands didn't stop either. Happy fun time for them. Though he was gently tracing a fingertip around the bud of her nipple when she pointed.

He leaned toward the table and peered at it. All the while not removing his hands from Alison's body. Longshot obviously had a very bendable body the way he bent back to peer at the box.

"Mmm. Think I am. Hmm." He pressed his lips together for a moment. "I have to let go, huh?"

"Sadly, yes." Alison smiled at him.

"But you can always come back to this later." She reached down and gave his butt a quick, two-handed squeeze. Why should he have all the grabby fun? "Just be careful with it. It's not wrapped like a normal gift. The box is just a cover. Have to lift it up gently."

Underneath the box was a scale model of Tokyo rendered in chocolate. Each building was hollow, molded chocolate with white chocolate windows and accents. Spun colored sugar made up the other accessories. Cars, trucks, trees, roads... it was very detailed.

"" Butt squeeze! He squinted and wiggled against her hands before she let go. Then he let a sigh out and let go of his wife's breasts. He didn't want to, but there was a present to get to!

He lifted up the box and went slack-jawed. "Whooooooaaa."

He bent over the table and peered at it. Here and there. He also imagined stomping through it like Godzilla...

And then there was a tap on his shoulder! When Longshot looked back, he would find his wife holding out a six inch tall, solid chocolate rendering of Godzilla wrapped in green foil.

Did Alison know her hubby, or what?

"Eeeee!" Longshot snatched the Godzilla from Alison and kissed her cheek. Then he set about rampaging through Tokyo with his chocolate monster. He even made little Godzilla cries as he toppled some apartment buildings.

Alison took a seat in one of the chairs to the table -- cold on a naked butt! -- and watched with an amused expression as her hubby monster leveled chocolate Tokyo.

Oh, the choc-manity.

Longshot only paused on occasion to feed bits of chocolate to Alison. Mostly because he knew she still got slightly horny from the taste. That was a Christmas gift that kept on giving. He rampaged through a quarter of Tokyo before Godzilla took a seat on some rubble.

Then he pounced Alison and sat on her lap. "It's the best!"

"I'm glad you like it." Alison wrapped her arms around him and snuggled him on her lap. The nice thing about having a husband who weighed considerably less than she did was that having him on her lap was comfortable. "I wanted it to be something fun. Not just a boring box of chocolate."

She grinned at him. "You and Robbie watch enough old Godzilla movies that I figured you'd like something like this."

"Love it," he agreed with a serious nod. Then he kissed her nose. He also might have wiggled a little in her lap. She had a nice, soft, warm lap. His butt cheeks were happy. And not squeezed at the moment.

"Gojira SMASH!" He grinned. "Hulk's got nothing on my big, fire-breathing lizard. Hulk isn't even friends with Mothra. And... heyyyyyy."

He raised an eyebrow. "I think I was promised a massage..."

"Were you?" Alison gave her best shocked expression. "Hmm. I suppose, if you were promised, we'd better make sure you get a massage."

"But, are you done rampaging Tokyo?"

He reached over and popped a smashed car into his mouth as he considered it. "Mm-hm. All done."

Before he got off Alison's lap, he kissed her. Mainly to thank her for a great Valentine's Day. Also, to see if she tasted like chocolate at all.

When she let him go, he hopped over to the bed and flopped down in the center of it.

Mmmm. Chocolate kisses were the best kind. And not the foil-wrapped ones, either. She smiled as she watched him flop onto the bed. Oh, but he was fun to look at when he was naked. Or clothed. Or any other time.

She got up from her chair and followed, climbing along his body to sit on the back of his thighs. She wiggled a little to get comfy.

Longshot crossed his arms in front of him and rested his chin on top of them. He flexed his glutes to show Alison he was ready. Then he let slip a happy sigh.

Even if he couldn't see her, he could feel a naked Alison on him.

Ahhh, so that was the kind of massage he wanted. Alison grinned as she ran her hands over the flexing muscles. Her husband had a hot ass. There was just no other way to describe it.

She worked her fingertips and the heels of her hands into the taut flesh. There was no stopping the grin on her face.

Longshot would take any kind of massage he could get. It always meant Alison's hands on him. However, he figured letting her start with one of her favorite body parts was not a bad call.

He grunted a little and sighed as her hands started to work on the formerly flexing muscles.

Alison's hands worked over his butt and along the tops of his thighs. After a few minutes of playing, she started to work her way up. First the small of his back, carefully working out any knots she found. Then up the long muscles along his spine. Just not quite touching his spine, yet.

Longshot hummed a bit. His wife's hands never failed to feel good on his body, but right now, they felt wonderful. He couldn't stop himself from shivering slightly in anticipation. She might not have been touching one of the most sensitive parts of his body, but he couldn't help feeling she would.

"Still so good, buttercup. Mmm."

"Hope so. I'd be really sad if you'd gotten tired of my hands on you." She continued to moved her hands over his skin, getting closer and closer to his spine with each pass.

Her thumb flicked lightly across it once on a pass.

"Never get tired of that," he murmured as he turned into a puddle of relaxed Mojoworlder. Right until his breath caught at her simple flick of the thumb.

He let the breath out slightly unsteadily. He was still relaxed but there was a good kind of tension slowly building not far from where Alison was sitting on his body.

For the next few minutes, Alison entertained herself with long, slow strokes of her hands over the muscles of his back with occasional, random finger flicks across his spine as they moved. Every time he gasped or squirmed made her even more excited.

When she was done teasing, she paused her hands at the base of his spine and slowly and deliberately dragged the pads of both thumbs up his spine to his neck.

Longshot was entertained and increasingly aroused for those few minutes Alison decided to play. He couldn't help squirming. It was a fight between roll over and take Ali or let her play.

He groaned loudly and shivered bodily when his wife got serious with his spine. His hips rolled into the bed a bit. Lovely friction, but not quite what he wanted.

"Ali," he growled.

Instead of answering, Alison bent low and licked a long line up his spine, following the path her thumbs had taken. When she reached the back of his neck, she stretched out on top of him and bit the nape of his neck gently.

"Mmmmm?"

Longshot had doubted he could get any harder and ready for his wife. Then Alison went and proved him wrong with her tongue. He was panting slightly by the time she stretched out on him. His next growl came from the center of his chest.

"We're lying the wrong way," he rumbled.

"I thought there might have been something amiss," Alison purred in a husky voice against his ear. Those growls were just turning her on even more.

"What do you propose we do about it?" He nipped his earlobe gently.

Still the one.

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