Summer, Part I
A/N: Flashback scenes are in italics. This is a sequel to "Renaissance of Love", which details their wedding, so while you don't necessarily need to read that first, it would be a good idea if you want to know more about their (very fluffy, very romantic) wedding. This is my first attempt at writing serious erotica, so you are forewarned. Also, kudos to those who can spot the two (yes, two!) Moulin Rouge! references.
"Good Lord, it's hot," thought Kat McFadden. She was sprawled out on the sofa in nothing but her underwear and maternity bra, trying to keep cool. Luckily, no one was home, and she had begun her maternity leave a few weeks prior. Summers in Maine were generally mild, but today's temperature climbed to 80 degrees Fahrenheit, and it was only the first week of July. Would the whole summer be stuck in this heat wave? She longed for December. That Christmas had been especially interesting, as poor Kat could hardly keep any Christmas ham down--or much else for that matter. She and Casper had just broken the news to their families a few weeks earlier, and everyone seemed to be sensitive to the fact that Kat was expecting. Even the Ghostly Trio seemed to lay off their usual mischief in favour of pleasing a very nauseous Kat. The McFaddens were gifted with several baby necessities that year—an antique mahogany crib purchased online from an antiques dealer, ivory baby linens, and baby clothes in neutral colours such as white and yellow, as Kat and Casper had decided not to find out the sex of the baby until he or she arrived.
The next few months were filled with preparations, both physical (in Kat's case) and mental. Kat's father, renowned parapsychologist Dr. James Harvey, seemed to have difficulty coming to terms that he would be a grandfather at only fifty years old. "I mean, your mother and I didn't have you until we were almost thirty, and your grandfather was in his seventies by then," Dr. Harvey explained. "Come to think of it, I didn't figure out your Mom was pregnant until she told me. In fact, she came very close to puking all over me as she made her announcement," he reiterated, lost in thought. "I just...Gosh, I just feel too…vibrant, too active, even!" Kat laughed. "Relax, Daddy. No one expects you to use a cane—yet," she giggled. Dr. Harvey was very helpful with setting up the nursery on the second floor, near Kat and Casper's bedroom, in the room that had been Casper's own nursery. There were several humourous incidents while assembling the nursery furniture that ended in Casper and Dr. Harvey cursing and kicking at whatever piece of furniture they had been trying to assemble, be it a rocking chair, bassinet, or high chair, all of which left Kat laughing so hard she nearly fell to the floor.
And now, trying to stay cool in such heat and the changes that lay ahead, Kat was reminded of her wedding night over a year ago. The wedding itself had been very nice and everything she could have hoped for, as was the reception, but the wedding night was something she and Casper had been waiting for since the day Casper had been revived.
Kat and Casper made their way up the stairs leading to the hotel room where they would spend the night. Kat was about to put her hand on the doorknob when Casper lifted her up and held her in his arms, and tried to open the door to carry her over the threshold…only to find the door locked. "Uh, I was just about to unlock it," said Kat sheepishly, and Casper wrestled the key one-handed from his trouser pocket, all the while being careful not to drop his bride. "I was planning on stealing that from you," giggled Kat, which earned her a peck on the cheek from her groom. Finally, Casper was able to get the door open, and carry Kat into the room. They didn't really take stock of their surroundings, as they both only had eyes for each other. He gently placed Kat on the bed, but she quickly got up and made her way to the bathroom. "Let me slip into something more comfortable," she cooed. "Aww, I wanted to watch," said Casper in mock disappointment. Kat raised an eyebrow and said, "Very well," in a seductive tone. She quietly stood there and Casper took this as an invitation to begin undressing her. He started with the buttons lining the bodice of her gown, and was pleasantly surprised to find she was wearing a white bridal corset. Casper raised his eyebrows. "I do love a challenge," he laughed. He slipped the bodice off of her shoulders and discarded it to the floor, and soon tugged off her skirt. She was now wearing only the corset, chemise, and silk stockings and garters all a pristine white. The clothing was much like something Casper's mother would have worn on her wedding day. Casper turned her around and made to start unlacing the corset, when Kat suddenly whipped around and stopped him. "You have to get naked for this, too, you know. I deserve a little entertainment," she mock chastised, wagging her finger in Casper's face.
With that, she pulled off the tuxedo jacket and began to unbutton his tuxedo shirt. Once that was off, she pulled off the undershirt he was wearing over his head and threw it to the floor. "I always thought those were kinda useless anyway," Casper admitted. Kat stood staring at Casper's bare chest. Kat knew there wasn't any exercise equipment in the house, but somehow Casper look really, really fit and toned. "Have you been working out?" she asked. "Me? Nah, I was just made this way!" Casper jested. "Well, OK. I'll confess, I have been going for early morning runs on the beach for the past few months while you were still asleep," he admitted, grinning. "Well, I like the results," Kat said, placing her hands on his chest, and sort of enjoying the feel of his light splattering of chest hair beneath her fingers. Casper suspected as much, and wanted to get his own hands on her chest. Kat undid Casper's belt buckle, and to help her along he placed her hands on his waist, and she pulled his pants off, leaving him only in his white boxer shorts.
"OK, now it's my turn," Casper said, grinning. He turned her around as he did before, and began unlacing the corset, which Kat enjoyed immensely. When the corset was loose enough, he sat Kat down on the bed. Casper got down on his knees and pulled off her opaque stockings very slowly. Once her legs and feet were bare, Casper slipped off both garters and ran his palms down her smooth legs, made Kat let out a low moan. Now all that was left was to take off the corset and chemise. Casper leaned forward and began to unhook the fastenings that lined either side of the corset, until finally it fell backwards on to the bed's wine red coverlet. The chemise was sheer, and Kat, in true authentic 19th century style, wasn't wearing any underwear, but this wasn't enough for a now eager Casper. Kat stood up and he slipped off the chemise in a single stroke over her head. Now that Kat was completely naked, there was only one article of clothing needed to be removed. She tugged off his boxer shorts in less than a second, and they stood naked before each other. Casper made the first move by kissing her full on the mouth, and pulled her toward the bed, with Casper lying on top. Neither of them had done this before, but they knew enough to know that their bodies were more than ready.
Gently, Casper lowered himself into Kat. She knew it would hurt, but she couldn't wait for what would happen afterwards. Her chocolate brown eyes met his aquamarine ones, and she nodded her consent. Kat felt pressure and whimpered, and grabbed on to his shoulder blades to keep from screaming. Casper, who had buried his face in Kat's hair, gently kissing her scalp, looked down at her. Kat smiled. "Give me more," she whispered. Casper looked down at Kat's full breasts, and stared at them as though he hadn't noticed them before. He lowered his mouth and licked each one, which made Kat moan deeply. Casper began kissing her all over her breasts and chest, reveling in the feel of the smooth white flesh beneath his lips. After he had had his fill, he began to thrust back and forth. Kat gripped Casper's hips, screaming in pure ecstasy as Casper began to thrust harder, deeper and faster, until finally they both climaxed.
Casper withdrew from her and lay down so close to his wife their warm bodies were touching. Both were breathing hard, but smiling. Kat placed an ear directly over Casper's heart, listening to the beating organ encased beneath flesh, muscle, and bone. Neither of them could believe what had just happened. They had waited so long for that, and the experience was one they would never forget.
The next day, the newlyweds departed for their Irish honeymoon. They visited Cloghane on Dingle Peninsula, where they strolled hand in hand on the beach and took in the local atmosphere. They also spent plenty of time in their hotel room, as was a frequent occurrence with newlyweds, the only thing either of them wanted to was to have sex—as often as humanly possible. This trend continued once the couple returned to Whipstaff and well into the following months. Therefore, it was no surprise when Kat discovered she was pregnant a few days into December. She had been feeling ill and vomiting for a few weeks and Casper and Dr. Harvey, being typical men, thought she had caught some kind of virus, and Kat figured that the chances that Casper thought she might be pregnant were next to none. He did, after all, come back to life at eighteen, and had been fortunate not to have gone through puberty. He admitted that he had let his body take control on their wedding night, something which both of them, needless to say, enjoyed.
When Kat finally decided to go out and buy a pregnancy test, to her delight, the test was positive. But how would she tell Casper? She tried to think of unique ways to tell him, enlisting the help of some of her fellow nurses at the hospital where she worked, but rejected each idea that was presented to her. Casper seemed to think something was seriously wrong with her as she wasn't up for sex as often as she had been. "I mean, you spend more time in the bathroom puking than you do having sex," he lamented one day in the living room, as they sat nestled on the couch. "Well, maybe that's because--" she began, but Dr. Harvey chose at that moment to enter the room, announcing that dinner was ready. Kat said she wasn't feeling well again and both Casper and Dr. Harvey gave her a perplexed look. "I dunno...I just don't have much of an appetite, I guess," she shrugged, and made her way up the stairs. After Kat had left, Dr. Harvey turned to Casper and said, "Well, that was weird." Casper nodded in agreement. What was she hiding? She wasn't eating, couldn't sleep at night, was always wearing baggy clothes…suddenly, something clicked in Casper's head. It all made sense now.
After dinner, Casper went up to the bedroom he shared with Kat, who was sitting on the bench that faced the window, looking out the window at the sea. She remembered the night so long ago when Caper took her up to the lighthouse. Well, flew would be a more accurate description. She wished they could go there now, and was struck with an idea. "Hey," said Casper, and Kat looked up to find her husband leaning, arms over chest, in the doorway. "Come with me. I want to show you something," she said, and took Casper by the hand. Ironically enough, Kat was wearing something very similar to what she had worn the night she came to Whipstaff—a comfortable dark blue shirt and jeans, with her long and straight jet black hair pulled back in a ponytail.
Kat led him out onto the manor grounds, past the ruins in the garden, and on to the beach, where they climbed into a small motorized dingy. December was very cold in Maine, and while the waters looked calm as they set out for the lighthouse, Kat began to have second thoughts about the safety of her actions. "Oh, well. Too late now…" she thought. Casper sat in silence for a few minutes until he was struck by a memory. "This reminds of the time that we went out here. Remember that?" he asked. "Yeah, I went looking for you and found you at the very top of the lighthouse. You were waiting with roses. Of course, that was the night you proposed," she sighed, remembering the romance of his actions.
After a few minutes, the pair arrived at the rocky shore of the lighthouse, and they mounted the steps leading up to the building hand in hand. "This used to belong to one of my Dad's employees," said Casper. "I know," said Kat, and took Casper through a wooden door off to the side of the staircase. Beyond the door, there was a small room that looked like it hadn't been touch for decades, filled with old nautical paraphernalia. There was a small, very dusty chintz-covered sofa, and Kat and Casper sat down on it, hands still tightly clasped. "I didn't know this was here," Casper marveled. "I did some exploring by myself a few days ago," said Kat.
"So…uh…why did we come here?" asked Casper. "Well," she began nervously. After a short pause, she continued. "I actually wanted to tell you something…" began Kat. "Uh huh. I though as much," said Casper, nodding. "And…?" he prompted. Kat, who had been staring down at the dirty rug, looked into Casper's eyes. "I'm pregnant," said Kat simply, smiling. "I knew it!" he shouted gleefully. Kat laughed and Casper let out a low whistle. "Um, I just have one question," said Kat. "Shoot," said Casper. "How did you figure it out? I mean, you admitted you knew next to nothing about this kind of thing and…"
"Kat," said Casper, deadpanning. "I've seen TV and movies evolve over 50 years. After a while, it wasn't that hard to figure out what was going on. And I saw the episode of Friends where Rachel got pregnant," he said as an afterthought. "Though I didn't actually realize it until tonight," he admitted in all seriousness. Kat shook her head and laughed.
"So…are you sure?" he asked. "Yeah, of course. I took one of those home pregnancy tests last week," she said. "Did you go to a doctor yet?" he asked anxiously. "No, but I'm planning on it," she confessed. "I already found someone at the hospital," she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But how will we tell Dad?" she wondered aloud. "We have time for that. What we need to do now is know for sure," said Casper. Kat nodded in agreement. After a few moments, the couple went back to the house, where Dr. Harvey was already asleep in his room. Once in their room, the couple began getting ready for bed. Casper watched Kat undress, and couldn't help staring at her midriff. "I'm not showing yet," she stated. "I have no idea how far along I am, but I was thinking about it, and I'm pretty sure we conceived in October," she said. "That was some damn good sex, so I'm not at all surprised," said Casper smugly, now dressed for bed in his pajamas, which just consisted of boxer shorts. Kat gasped in mock hurt. "Don't I always perform well?" she asked, admonishing him. "Of course," acknowledged Casper. "But that was an exceptional performance," he said.
Now that both were ready for bed, Kat and Casper slid under the covers, and Casper rolled over and turned out the light on the bedside table. "Goodnight, baby," he said. "Who are you talking to, me or the fetus?" Kat jested. "Both," he said, giving her a kiss on the lips.
