CELEBRATIONS
Written for Mary Poppins' birthday. Inspired by HeavyRotation. Part of my Appearances-verse; set after The Choices We Make and The Land of the Pharaohs.
She bit her thumbnail anxiously, staring at the cake sitting on the plate in front of her. She toyed with her fork, the silver tines glinting in the light.
'What's wrong, Mary?' Bert asked her, his own slice of cake almost finished.
'Nothing,' she murmured, still playing with her fork. Feeling his eyes on her, she set down the fork and looked at him. 'You didn't cut the cake right.'
He began to laugh, unable to speak, and despite herself, a small smile played around the corners of her lips.
'Would you care to remedy my mistake?' Bert asked, handing her the cake cutter. She nodded, shaping her piece of cake into a perfect triangle.
'Perfect,' she said, and, sinking her fork into the dessert, lifted a bite to her rosy lips. A bit of icing caught at the corner of her mouth, and her tongue flicked out to lick it up. Bert groaned slightly, and she looked up at him, her eyes catching his, which were filled with desire.
'Mary,' he murmured, standing up from the table. She rose to meet him, leaving her half-eaten cake abandoned as she stepped into his arms.
With a soft sigh, she gave herself up to his kisses, allowing her lover to sweep her off her feet and carry her to his bedroom.
He began to lavish her with kisses, his skilled fingers quickly unlacing the complicated stays of her corset. She had quite an easier task of undressing him, pushing his loose shirt off his shoulders.
She leaned up to him, her breasts pressing against his bare chest, her hands in his hair. His eyes twinkled down at her as she smiled.
'I love you, my darling,' he breathed, kissing her gently. She deepened the kiss, wanting passionate, forceful love tonight, not gentleness. He obliged her, hands gripping her tightly as he nipped his way down her body.
'Take me, Bert,' she moaned, falling back against the pillows. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were dark, and it was all he could do not to ravish her right there. 'Now,' she demanded, and he could no longer resist her.
'Yes!' she cried, urging him on, every cry only making him desire her more. 'Yes, yes, yes!'
'My Mary!' He fell down on the bed next to her, her flushed, trembling form held tightly in his arms.
'My Bert,' she whispered, holding him tightly. 'My darling Bert.'
He kissed her lips. 'Happy birthday, my love.'
She smiled up at him. 'Thank you.'