Married For Life

Summary: A series of one-shots that take a look into Steph and Ranger's life as a married couple. BABE. BABE HEA.

Disclaimer:All recognizable characters, settings, etc. from the PLUM series are the property of Janet Evanovich. No copyright infringement is intended. I am not making any profit; all credit goes to the aforementioned author.

Warnings for: Explicit Sexual Situations and Bad Language. Rated MA.


To Have and To Hold

One month later.

RPOV

My senses suddenly jolted into high alert.

Where the fuck was I and why the hell was I awake?

Being sure to keep my body still, my eyes closed and my breathing even, I assessed my surrounding. I was in bed – my bed. Naked. The sheet was tangled around my legs. I inhaled deeply – no smoke, so the apartment wasn't burning down around me, but the scent of sex was heavy in the air. Something was missing. A warm body – where was Stephanie? She wasn't curled up around me as was her usual MO. I stayed still and quiet for a beat longer, attempting to pinpoint what exactly had woken me. That was when I felt the bed shake and bounce as my Babe rolled over and exhaled a little huff. Thirty seconds later, she rolled back onto her other side, muttering something under her breath.

Smiling a little, I propped myself up on my elbows and gently stroked the smooth, bare skin of her lower back, whispering a quiet, "Babe?"

The answering scream I received in return for my display of affection almost burst my eardrums. Anyone would think I'd just shoved a bamboo shoot under her fingernail. No doubt the boys in the control room heard it from the surveillance equipment in the hallway outside the apartment and were on their way up.

"Jesus Christ! I thought you were asleep!" Babe exclaimed, sitting up and glaring at me, her arms folded across her naked chest. I was momentarily distracted by her heaving breasts and naked pussy, but reminded myself I could get lost in her body after I reassured whichever one of my men was coming to check on us.

I flicked the table lamp on and jumped out of bed. Shaking my head, I padded into the closet and pulled on a pair of black silk boxers.

"Babe, I'll be back," I smiled at her and even chuckled when she let out a loud frustrated groan. "Conserve that energy Babe, you're going to need it," I added smoothly as I slipped out of the bedroom door and walked across the dark rooms toward the apartment door.

I stuck my head out into the corridor just in time to see Gene and Benny crash out of the elevator, guns in hand.

The look I gave them informed them pretty quickly that everything was under control. They both merely grunted and trudged back into the elevator, giving me a brief wave and nod as they disappeared behind the thick steel doors.

Shaking my head slightly, I moved back inside and into the bedroom. Babe now had the blanket from off of the floor and the sheet tucked around her, and she was on my side of the bed. Closing the door with a quiet snap, we didn't want any uninvited or unexpected visitors barging in again; I slid the boxers down and off my hips, kicking them away as I strode over to the bed. I stood beside my wife, with my hands on hips, looking down at her pointedly. I couldn't help the small smile that crept onto my face as her eyes zeroed in on my cock that was proudly standing at attention.

"Steph, why can't you sleep, querida?" I inquired, sitting down next to her. My hand glided into her hair, drawing her close to me so I could kiss her pouting mouth.

"Ugh!" she breathed out quietly, dropping her head down onto my chest.

"Babe?"

"It's embarrassing," she protested weakly.

"I'm your husband. You can share anything with me," I murmured, reassuring her gently.

She exhaled heavily and then sat back, drawing her knees up to her chest.

"Sleeping in the wet spot sucks!" she blurted out rapidly, before burying her face in the blankets that were tucked around her knees.

"Babe?" I crawled up on the bed and settled in next to her, tucking her against my side.

She sighed and flipped back the blanket and sheets and pointed to the still damp area of bedding.

"It's not so much the wetness, it's just sticky and uncomfortable… and I'm always the one who has to sleep on it," she pouted.

Christ she was adorable.

"Didn't know it was a problem, Babe. We can change the sheets… or you can sleep on me," I gave her my wolf grin and chuckled as she gave a little laugh and shifted out from under the sheets.

Winding my arms low around her hips, I dragged her into my lap, her pussy rubbing along my hard cock. A small breathy moan escaped her lips as she draped her arms loosely around my neck and arched her back, rocking her hips against me.

"Christ," I hissed, tightening my arms and pulling her against my chest, capturing her lips in a punishing kiss. When I shifted back, we were both panting and her lips were swollen and deliciously red. Her movements sped up as my lips danced behind her ear, to pay special attention to a particular spot that usually drove her wild. Sucking her skin hard and laving it gently with my tongue, I left my mark, growling as I inspected it. Mine.

Her teeth sank into my shoulder, leaving her own mark, as she muffled her loud moan. Her tongue and lips began teasing me, just as I was teasing her. I tasted the skin of her throat before moving down to play with her perky breasts. I used one of my hands to hold her against me, while the other glided up her stomach to cup her right breast. The dark of my skin against the pale white of her breasts was always such a shocking, and arousing, sharp contrast.

"Carlos, please," Babe begged breathlessly, her own hands now buried deep in my hair, tugging whenever my thumb brushed against her nipple.

"Please what?" I inquired huskily, dropping my head down so I could lick and suck on her gorgeous breasts. They were just the right size – not ridiculously big, and not too small – they were full, round, enough to fill my hands and enough that I could fuck them, if and when my Babe was ready for me to broaden her sexual horizons a little more.

"Make love to me," she urged.

"But you don't like sleeping in the wet spot, amante," I teased, smiling when she growled a little.

"Carlos," she whined, tugging on my hair.

I chuckled before replying, "Steph," in the same tone of voice.

She had to know I was just as desperate for her as she was for me.

"Don't be cruel," she grumbled, dropping her head down on my chest in defeat.

I slid my arm beneath her knee, the other moving around her back as I stood, swinging her up into my arms.

"W-what? Where?" she asked, glancing around as I made my way to the dining room.

I enjoyed making love with Steph during the night; she was usually a little sleepy and a little less coherent than normal. I'd enter her slowly and we'd rock together until we both reached our peaks. But tonight, tonight was different. She'd been awake for a while and she didn't want to sleep in the wet spot. So I had a better idea.

I set her down on the dining room table as I took one of the chairs into the lounge room. I set it back against the wall, so it would be stable, then went back for my Babe.

"What are you doing with that chair?" she wondered, her eyes wide. I drew her legs around my waist and slipped my hands under her ass to hold her as I moved into our new play area.

"We're going to try something new," I informed her, setting her down on her feet. She looked at me dubiously, then at the chair, then back at me.

Christ, had she never been treated to chair sex? Hmm, did I have a lot to teach her. I'd enjoy every second of it.

"Relax, Babe. It will be fun. I promise you'll enjoy it," I murmured, moving my hands to cup her ass as I nibbled on her lips.

She nodded against me, and when she melted into my body, I knew she was ready.

I sat down on the chair, shifting her so she sat on the edge of my knees, facing away from me.

"Um, Carlos? I don't think we're doing it quite right," she said, giggling adorably.

I ignored her little ribbing and held her hips in my hands.

"Hands on the ground, Babe," I ordered.

She threw me a look of disbelief over her shoulder but she followed my order none the less. I shifted her hips backwards until her knees were at my side and her pussy was hovering just above my dick, her beautiful ass pointed up. I wanted to sink my teeth into it.

I slowly eased her down onto me, listening to her moans and gasps as I gritted my teeth. She felt so God damn tight. Finally, I was buried deep inside her. I glanced down and groaned. A picture of perfection. My hands still on her hips, I eased her forward before slamming her back down. Her breasts jiggled back and forth, the tips of her curls were brushing the ground, and I had a perfect view of where we were joined. Fuck yes!

"Carlos!" she cried, panting as I did it again. Her body was trembling, sweat gleaned on her skin, her riotous curls slid down her back, over her shoulders and around her face.

We settled into a steady rhythm, and when I felt my balls tightening I reached around to play with her clit, roaring her name as we both came together.

She collapsed down on the floor. I lazily smiled down at her, finding some energy to stand, scoop her up into my arms and deposit her on the couch. I kissed both of her closed eyelids and then her lips before I made my way to the bedroom.

Within ten minutes, I had the bed stripped and the bedding changed. I found Steph asleep on the couch, curled up in a ball. I carried her back to our bed, and settled her under the sheets, brushing her curls away from her face.

Her entrancing blue eyes fluttered open as she peered up at me, a soft smile on her lips.

I crawled in beside her and dragged her into my arms. She sighed and snuggled into me.

"You changed the sheets?" she whispered gently.

"Yeah, Babe," I replied, kissing her curls.

"Thanks, Batman. My hero," she mumbled.

I chuckled, tucking the sheets around us as she succumbed to sleep.

~*~#*#~*~

The next night.

"No, not tonight," Stephanie said, holding her hands up to ward me off. I wasn't going to be dissuaded so easily.

"Babe," I rumbled, in a voice I knew she found sexy.

"No, Carlos."

I sighed.

"Why?" I asked, slowly stripping my shirt and cargoes off. Her eyes locked onto my body, watching me walk around in my naked state. She was wearing only one of my t-shirts and some panties, having come upstairs a couple of hours before me.

She followed behind me as I entered the bathroom and hit the shower, sitting down on the toilet seat.

"Because," she mumbled, huffing.

I saw her rub her thighs together out of the corner of my eye. Smirking, I soaped up my body, sliding my hand around my dick to relieve some pressure; and to tease Steph.

"Because why?" I queried, throwing my head back as I continued to stroke myself.

"No s-spare sh-sheets," she stammered, a soft moan finishing her sentence.

I shook my head. This was about the wet spot thing. I didn't realize this was going to have such an impact on our sex lives. Hadn't my Babe learnt anything? I sighed. I could see us with a closet full of bed linen, just so we could change the bedding every time we had sex. Christ, that was going to get old fast; we had a lot of sex.

Shutting off the shower, I dried off and advanced toward my wife. My hands slid under her shirt, which I quickly lifted over her head, tossing it behind me.

"Stand," I instructed.

She stood before me, her eyes wide. I knelt down and stripped her panties down her thighs slowly, tossing them over with her shirt. I silently parted her legs and immediately licked her slippery, wet sex. Steph almost fell over. Smiling up at her, I got to my feet and took her hand in mine.

Leading her back into the living room, I moved our chair in front of the window.

"I want you to get on the chair, in a squat position, facing the window," I requested.

She gave me a small, sexy pout, but without a protest, she did as I asked.

I moved in behind her, placing my hands on the window sill either side of her body. My lips moved along her shoulder as I rocked my dick against her pussy. She was already so fucking ready for me. Tilting my hips, I pressed against her entrance, and with one hard thrust, I was deep inside her, pleasure consuming us both, and she'd forgotten all about her little problem. I set a pace that was fast and hard, taking pleasure from her body as she bucked against me. My hand found her breast, squeezing and molding the full mound, twisting her nipples roughly.

"Oh! Oh Carlos," she whimpered.

I pushed deeper inside her, and moved my hand down to her pussy, touching where we joined as I moved in and out of her slick heat. As she threw her head back, I claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, just as I brushed my thumb against her clit. She fell apart in my arms, taking me over the edge with her in a plethora of pleasure.

As I held her that night, after making love again, this time in our bed, I thought how lucky I was to have Steph as my wife. Quirks and all. I figured sooner or later, she'd lose her steam about the wet spot issue. Maybe she already had. If not, I'd just buy a bigger bed.


To be continued...