Two
Jim watched as Abby's eyes blinked heavily.
"That's it baby girl," Jim hummed softly under his breath, swaying gently. "Let go. I know you're sleepy. Close your eyes, hmmmm. Go to sleep, baby girl."
Finally, she gave a huffy sigh and her eyes stayed shut, her body limp in his arms. Jim couldn't help but smile. She'd just had an epic late night snack and if all went well, she'd be asleep for at least five or six hours. At seven weeks she was miraculously sleeping most of the way through the night. She'd have her 'dinner' around six o'clock, go to sleep around nine o'clock, wake for a snack at eleven o'clock and then sleep until six in the morning or later. It was absolute heaven to get more than five hours of uninterrupted sleep.
What was making Jim particularly gleeful was that tomorrow neither he nor Marissa were on shift, which meant they didn't have to go to sleep as soon as Abby went down. Who cared if they stayed up later than usual? They could nap when Abby napped tomorrow and not feel the lack of sleep all day.
Besides, Marissa had been giving him 'the look,' and there was no way he was going to turn that down. They'd managed only one quickie since the Perseus had stopped demanding so much of Marissa's time, but while that encounter had been physically satisfying, it'd been more of a quick and dirty solution; something to complete quickly before Abby woke up that morning.
The one morning they had actually had sex, he had been able to bring Marissa to orgasm while she was riding him, his fingers on her clit, but she'd been mortified when her milk had let down and literally hosed him down. He'd been so shocked by the warm spray that he'd come right then. It had definitely killed her libido, but Jim found himself intrigued.
He knew that there were people out there with lactating kinks, but he'd never thought much about it – to each their own, he'd thought. Until now. Now he kind of wanted to see if it could happen again. Was it an indicator of the strength of the orgasm or just an indication that it was almost time for Abby to eat? Either way, he hadn't had a chance to find out - yet. Marissa didn't say much afterwards, but he knew she was embarrassed. She had apologized despite his protests that there was nothing to apologize for and since then she'd avoided anything that might actually lead to sex, not that they had many opportunities with Abby around.
Tonight was going to be different.
Moving slowly, Jim lowered Abby into her crib, doing his best to keep her secure against his chest until the last moment. As usual, she began to stir once she hit the cool sheets, her small hands trying to rub against her face and wake herself up. Jim, an old pro at her little tricks now, blocked her hands and rubbed her back until she settled, then he slowly pulled away and practically tip-toed to the door.
Letting the door swish close behind him, he turned to see Marissa kneeling up on the bed, his t-shirt pulled tight across her chest, her legs bare, with a big smile on her face.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she looked at him seductively.
"Yep," he grinned. "It's time to get some sleep."
Before she could manage a protest, he'd pounced on the bed and tackled her, causing a shriek to echo in their small bedroom.
"Shhh!" he admonished her, stretching over her, his hips settled perfectly between her legs. "Don't wake the baby!"
"You jerk," Marissa laughed, "as if sleep is what is on your mind right now." To prove her point she rocked her hips up against him.
"Hmmm," Jim hummed against her neck, grinding back down against her. "It's not the first thing that comes to mind, actually." He pulled the collar of her shirt down and licked and kissed his way to where neck met shoulder. "I'm sure I have some paperwork to work on somewhere. Something really important and you know – captainly."
Giving him better access to her neck, Marissa sighed, her hands making their way under his shirt. "Sure, Jim, sure. You go ahead and work on that. I'll just go to sleep then." Jim hissed and arched against her as her fingernails trailed down his back, just hard enough to get his attention.
"Oh, the cat has claws," Jim snickered.
"And she's not afraid to use them," Marissa responded, her voice an octave or two deeper than usual as she grabbed his ass and squeezed. "It's been awhile and I've missed you."
Jim leaned up on his elbows to look into her face. Smoothing some hair out of her face, he gave her a small kiss. "I've missed you too. This being parents thing is totally awesome, but I've missed having you all to myself."
Bringing her arms up and running her hands over his neck and through his hair, Marissa gently tugged on his head. "I'm all yours," she whispered against his lips before kissing him passionately.
Jim felt himself get light headed as all his blood suddenly went directly to his dick. This is what he wanted; Marissa warm and wanton and writhing under him. She didn't hold anything back as she kissed, her tongue sweeping through his mouth, rubbing against his in a thoroughly suggestive manner. Her hands felt like small brands as they moved over his back, across his rear, over his chest. He let out a startled moan when she pinched his nipples and then rubbed them soothingly.
God, he had missed this.
He deftly removed Marissa's shirt and underwear, tossing them to the floor, his shirt and shorts soon following. He couldn't seem to get enough of touching her; kissing her. Eventually he broke off their kiss, leaving them both panting, and continued to reacquaint himself with all the lovely skin on display in front of him. He kissed his way down her neck, over her collarbones and to her chest. Feeling her tense slightly, he did no more than cup her breasts, their weight unfamiliar in his hands, before pressing soft kisses around the nipples and moving down her body.
Her stomach was a bit squishier than before Abby was born, but still just as sensitive. He playfully tongued her belly button which was finally back in its rightful place, causing Marissa to giggle and tug on his hair. She didn't have any stretch marks; Chapel had seen to that a couple of weeks after giving birth. He could understand why she had wanted them removed, but he had also been a little disappointed. They were badges of honor; evidence that she had sheltered their daughter in her body. Still, if Marissa wanted them gone, he wasn't going to say anything.
By the time he reached the top of her mound, Marissa was panting and rubbing herself against him, trying to get as much friction as possible. He thought about teasing her, nipping at her inner thigh as he settled between her legs, but he'd missed this almost as much as she had. He could smell her arousal and he wanted to taste it, so with one quick swipe of his tongue, Jim dove in.
It didn't take long before Marissa was gyrating against his mouth and fingers; letting out soft little moans. Jim's tongue and jaw started getting sore far too soon. He was definitely out of practice. Still sooner than expected, she went still against him and he sucked her clit into his mouth as she came apart, her body tensing and clenching around his fingers. Jim couldn't help feeling that little bit proud of himself. He was the one who could turn her into a moaning, incoherent mess.
Easing her down from her orgasm, Jim rested his head on her thigh and watched as she came back to reality, her hands pressing tightly against her breasts. At Jim's questioning look, she shrugged at him.
"I didn't want to have another accident," she told him sheepishly.
"Really," Jim asked, slowly sliding up her body. "I wouldn't mind," he told her, his voice deep and seductive. "It was kind of… interesting."
"Embarrassing, more like," Marissa rolled her eyes.
"So, I've been wondering," Jim began, placing soft kissing on her knuckles that were covering her breasts. "Was it because it was, you know, really good? Or was it just because it was early in the morning?"
Blushing, Marissa shrugged. "A bit of both, I guess," she told him. "Like, just now, I could feel the tingling starting… the feeling that I get when my milk lets down, but I'm not full, so I could stop it."
"Tingling, huh?" Jim smiled, nuzzling her hands. "Think I could try again?"
"I don't know," Marissa grinned. "Think you can last that long," she laughed, letting go of her breasts and pulling Jim against her fully.
Smirking, Jim leaned down to kiss her. "Is that a challenge?"
"Maybe," Marissa bit playfully at his neck.
"Well, all right then."
Once again, all the blood that wasn't already in his dick headed south as he prepared to take Marissa up on her challenge. He'd get her tingling again - there was no doubt in his mind. Of course, it had been awhile and he couldn't remember feeling this hard and this turned on in a long, long time, but he was never one to back down from a challenge.
The stiffening of Marissa's body as she pulled away from his kiss barely registered, so intent was he on finally making love to her.
Being practically tossed off the bed was a bit of a shock; that was until he finally heard the increasing frantic crying coming from the next room.
"Abby!" Marissa said as she scrambled into her shirt, already halfway to the door.
Abby's cries put an instant damper on his arousal. He was only a few seconds behind Marissa as she picked up Abby from her crib and began to try and soothe her.
Jim had never heard their daughter cry like that. He was just getting to the point where he could usually distinguish between all her different cries: 'I'm hungry,' 'I need a new diaper,' 'I'm bored,' 'I'm awake,' 'I want to be entertained.' None of those cries sounded like this frantic, high pitched wail.
Marissa remained impressively calm, talking softly to Abby; rubbing her back and wiping away her tears.
"What's wrong?" Jim couldn't help asking. "Is she hurt? Is she in pain?"
"I don't know, Jim" Marissa told him, laying Abby down on the changing table. "Do you need to be changed, baby girl?" Marissa sing-songed as she checked Abby's diaper. That didn't seem to be the problem and Abby's crying continued. "Is something poking you?" Marissa proceeded to strip off Abby's pajamas. "Shhh, shhh, baby," she crooned. "You're working yourself up. What's wrong? Hmmm? Hmmmm?"
Picking Abby up, Marissa tried to cradle her in her arms, possibly to rock her back to sleep, but Abby was having none of that. She arched and protested, her cries becoming even louder. Marissa looked over at Jim as she switched positions, with Abby's head now on her shoulder. The look of worry and the beginnings of fear on her face causing Jim's adrenaline to spike.
"Should I call Bones?" he asked, already moving toward the other room.
"No, not yet," Marissa stopped him. "She's… something's wrong; something's upsetting her. But I don't think we need to wake up Len yet."
"He won't mind," Jim told her, not that he really cared if Bones' minded being woken up in the middle of the night. "It's barely past midnight. He might not even be asleep yet."
"No," Marissa told him, shaking her head. "She's calming down. Let's just wait, okay? If she's still fussy in an hour…" she shrugged. "Then we'll see."
Jim sighed. It was true, Abby had calmed a little. Her face was still flushed and she was doing these funny little hiccoughing whimpers, but she wasn't shrieking. "Okay, we'll wait a bit. What do you need me to do?"
"First," Marissa smiled, looking at him up and down, "why don't you put on some clothes?"
Looking down, Jim was surprised to see that he was still naked. "Yeah, good idea," he mumbled, going back into their room to grab his sleeping shorts and shirt. "Now, what can I do?" he asked once he was decently covered.
"Nothing at the moment," Marissa told him, pacing across the room towards him. "Why don't you get some sleep? I'll stay with her for now."
Placing his hand on Abby's back, Jim frowned to feel her shuddering breath. She was obviously still uncomfortable. "I can't sleep now," Jim told her honestly. "Why don't I take her and you rest for a bit. She can't be hungry yet. I can walk with her until then. Maybe she'll fall asleep. Besides," he added before Marissa could say anything "you were up with her last night and then up early this morning for that call with Thatalia."
"I can sleep tomorrow," Marissa countered, "I'm not that tired."
Jim smirked as her body betrayed her and she yawned hugely.
"I think I just saw your tonsils," Jim joked, reaching for Abby. "I've got her," he said, taking her gently from Marissa. "You go get some sleep. I'd be insulted if you weren't totally exhausted after my performance."
"It was pretty good," Marissa smiled sleepily.
"Pretty good?" Jim asked in mock dismay. "Only pretty good?"
Leaning on her tip toes, Marissa gave Jim a quick kiss. "It was amazing," she whispered.
Jim grinned. "Now that's what I like to hear!" He playfully swatted her on the behind. "Now go get some sleep. I want you well rested. Abby and I are going to have a little one on one time."
"Okay," Marissa said hesitantly, "if you're sure. Call me if you need me or if…"
"I'm new at this, Mariss," Jim smiled understandingly, "but I think I can handle her. I'll get you if she starts looking like she's hungry, but until then I can walk with her just as well as you can."
"I know," Marissa smiled. "I just…"
Stopping her with a kiss, Jim turned her around and shoved her gently out the door. "Go. Sleep. We'll be fine, I promise."
Jim walked the room for a few more minutes, singing softly to Abby and patting her back comfortingly. She showed no signs of going back to sleep; squirming and whimpering against his chest. At one point she let a rather impressive fart that had Jim grinning from ear to ear.
"Was that the problem, then?" he asked, joggling her softly. "Do you have gas? Well, better out than in, I say." After passing some more gas, she seemed to settle a bit more and Jim decided to try sitting in the rocking chair that Spock and Uhura had given them. Switching Abby so that she was laying in his arms, he sat down gingerly but that didn't last long. She immediately began to protest, her whimpers working themselves up into almost full blown cries again.
"Shh, shh," Jim whispered, standing up and resting her against his shoulder, swaying from side to side to try to calm her once more. "I'm sorry. Okay. Shh, shh, don't wake up mommy, okay? She needs her rest."
He paced for another half hour or so before he was sure she was asleep. Glancing at the crib he thought about trying to set her down, but decided not to risk it. She was still whimpering and shuddering even in her sleep, thought not as often as before. Gingerly, he sat down and then leaned back in the rocking chair again, Abby basically lying on his chest. She seemed fine with this and Jim let himself relax a little. After all, it was now approaching three in the morning and he had had a long day, too.
It was just past five o'clock when she began to stir again, her mouth making smacking noises against his neck. Jim's eyes were dry and irritated. He had done his best to stay awake, working over duty rosters and training schedules in his mind, but he was almost done for. He needed some sleep.
Abby began stirring against him, rubbing her face into his chest and rooting against him, her legs drawn up under her belly. Standing carefully, he brought her over to the changing table and laid her down and quickly changed her diaper. By now her eyes were open.
"Good morning, Miss Abby," Jim whispered. "Are you done being fussy?" He quickly pulled on her sleeper that Marissa had discarded earlier. It wasn't too cold in the room, but now that she wasn't pressed against him she was starting to cool slightly. "Are you hungry? Should we go wake up mommy?" She made a small gurgling sound and Jim scooped her up. "Let's go see if mommy has managed to steal my pillow, shall we?"
Sure enough, when Jim entered their bedroom he saw Marissa sprawled out in the middle of their bed. She had managed to snag his pillow and cuddle it against her chest, one leg thrown over it.
"Mommy's a pillow thief," Jim told Abby, who began to scrunch up her face into the beginnings of a cry.
Moving to the bed, Jim reached down and rubbed a hand down Marissa's back, before moving away quickly. He'd learned over time that it was best to keep oneself at a distance when waking up Marissa because she tended to sit up like a jack-in-the-box if she was really tired – which was like, all the time lately.
"Wha… What?" she blinked owlishly at him.
"Someone is getting hungry," Jim told her, trying to control his smile. She was so cute when she just woke up. "She's changed and ready when you are."
"How'd it go? Did she sleep?" Marissa asked, getting out of bed and taking Abby.
Jim shrugged. "A couple hours, maybe. She did pass some rather impressive gas," Jim grinned. "I didn't think a body that tiny could make that much noise – at least from that end."
"Hmm," Marissa nuzzled Abby's neck, "maybe that was the problem." Glancing up, she looked at Jim in concern. "You look exhausted. Get some sleep. I've got Abby now."
"Okay," Jim didn't even bother to protest. Leaning down he kissed Marissa and then placed a kiss on Abby's head. "Night, night."
A half hour later, Marissa was curling up beside him in bed. An hour after that they were both leaping out of bed in response to Abby's frantic cries.
Seeing her red, scrunched up face and obvious discomfort as Marissa patted her back and joggled her up and down, Jim made a command decision.
"I'm calling Bones."
"Jim," Marissa called after him, following him into the living area. "It's probably gas, just like you said earlier. She'll…"
"What's the point in having a CMO as a best friend if I can't call him for something like this?" Jim countered. "So what if it's just gas. He might have something for it or know what's causing it. I don't like seeing her like this."
"Neither do I," Marissa admitted, "but it's early and…"
"It's almost seven o'clock, he'll be awake, or he should be."
Jim turned to the comm. and put in McCoy's contact. The room was silent except for Abby's pitiful cries.
"What?" came the surly voice of the CMO over the comm., "this had better be good."
"Bones," Jim responded, "Abby's been up most of the night crying and…"
"All night?" McCoy interrupted, sounding totally alert and in doctor mode.
"Not all night," Jim admitted, feeling slightly sheepish now that he was talking to his friend. "She woke up around midnight crying like we've never heard her and she wouldn't calm down unless I was walking her. She dozed in and out and… and then after Marissa fed her this morning, about an hour later she started again and you can hear her, right? She normally doesn't cry like that and we think it might be just gas, but…"
"Jim," McCoy interrupted, "shut up and meet me in Medical in ten minutes, okay? I've got to get dressed at least."
"Yeah, okay," Jim replied, his relief obvious. "Thanks Bones. You're the best."
"Ten minutes," McCoy repeated and Jim could almost hear the eye roll.
It was really nice having a best friend as your CMO.
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