Twice Blessed
By Ann3
Writer's Note: This story follows directly on from Semper Fi, and... well, for anyone wondering how long it would take for Carson and Laura to celebrate another happy event... read on... ;o)
As always, I hope you enjoy !
Chapter One
Practical Theory
Her new husband, Laura Cadman-Beckett was now gloriously discovering, was just full of surprises. Not content with sending her hormones and heart rate up into orbit when she'd seen him in that mind-blowing kilt – well, as they'd returned to their now officially shared quarters, he'd swept her, literally, off her feet.
Carrying her, in shared fits of laughter, through its doorway, though... well, that had just been the start. Once they were inside, safely away from prying eyes and ears, more surprises had come thick and fast
Instead of being met with clinically harsh light, the room was illuminated by the soft glow of candles. Vases of fresh, gently fragrant flowers stood on Carson's desk and bedside table, while the bed itself – well, Laura had to look, and look again, just to believe that it really was strewn in a blanket of delicate petals.
She was so astonished, in fact, that she didn't even notice being set, so very gently, back onto her feet. The gentle circling of strong arms around her, though...? The hopeful expectancy on Carson's face...? Oh yes, she noticed that alright. And, as always, that shy half-smile completely melted her heart.
"I – I jus' wanted this night to be... well, special for ye, love... really special..." he explained at last, this sweetly romantic moment between them faltering a little as another flickering candle beside them finally gave up the ghost.
"Though I was hopin' these bloody candles would last a wee bit longer, jus' so we could... mmmmmf...!"
God, she was getting good at this. Then again, Laura slyly reflected, she'd had plenty of practice.
Better still, she was kiss-walking him now, without any resistance, right where she wanted him to go. And just as she'd expected, Carson was as eager to make up for last night's lost playtime as she was.
He was challenging her now, meeting each push of her mouth with urgent, rising demands of his own. Hands that could only belong to a surgeon had unfastened her dress with an undetectable smoothness. And while her hands may have been clumsier in their eagerness, the result was still gloriously worth it
She'd always savoured undressing him before they made love, especially as playfully as this, but – God, the contrasts of silk and skin, coarse wool and taut smooth muscle, was almost too much to take
By the time they reached the edge of the bed, their clothes lay in a tangled trail of chaos behind them. And if Carson hadn't been fighting for breath before, as raw pleasure began to overwhelm him – well, he certainly was now, as he fell sharply back under Laura's weight, into a sea of bouncing petals.
By the time he recovered his breath, he lay well and truly pinned beneath her, powerless to move – powerless to do anything, in fact, except groan through his laughter as this glorious ambush continued
"So we could what...?" Laura asked at last, her tone all innocence – the glint in her eye anything but.
"Well, this – this is... aye, pr – pretty much wha' I had in min' for ye..." Carson finally spluttered – whatever he tried to say next becoming lost in another squeal of half hearted protest
"I'm glad to hear it, baby... 'cos I have some plans of my own for you tonight..." Laura said at last, revelling in the combination of curiosity and mild panic which her next sly grinned words then provoked. "Because I want to try a little experiment, a little practical theory on you, just to... well, just to see if it's true or not..."
"P – Practical theory...?" Carson echoed, swallowing hard as his imagination ran dazedly riot. He'd seen that devilish glint in Laura's eyes enough times to know where such mischief would lead to.
Not that he could do much to stop her, of course – lying, as he was, completely pinned beneath her. Then again, he dryly chided himself, why the hell would he even want to try...?
"Mmmm..." Laura grinned, taking advantage of this silent self analysis to set that theory in motion. "I want to know if making love to a husband feels any different to making love to him as a lover..."
Carson's eyes saucered at that, staring up at her in genuine surprise. Then he, too, let the devil into his smile.
"Oh, do ye now...?" he said at last, his voice deliberately casual as he raised a quizzical eyebrow – all further comment, all coherent awareness, then swept away by Laura's truly exquisite response.
Oh aye, he mused, the power of rational thought rapidly leaving him in shrieks of groaning laughter. Aye, wonderful things, theories...