Author's notes: I've warned you already, did I? I really mean it.
Vows and Orders
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With his hand fully cupping her breast they soon fell asleep again. But it had not been for long when Barbara awoke again with his fingers increasing their pressure.
Realising she had woken up Tommy laid himself half on top of her and watched her pillow-signed face.
"Could you not sleep, my dear lady?" he quietly asked.
"Not when you're trying to wake me up on purpose, Sire."
His lips caressed her throat and his hands were everywhere else on her body.
"I've had a bad dream and couldn't get back to sleep without solace." he apologized.
"Liar!" she mumbled.
He grinned like a school-boy and continued his caresses.
"We shouldn't..." she halfheartedly objected. "Not again... god, Tommy!"
He loved to elicit his name from her lips. His own mouth meanwhile had found the hardened peaks of her breast.
"We should." he whispered hot-blooded onto her curves. "Again and again and again. For the rest of our lifes. We'll christen every room of this house. We'll christen Howenstow. And I intend to christen the stables as well. The next Lady Asherton will be the Mistress of every single place of the manor. And the lake."
He licked a wet circle onto the tip of her breast.
"You're crazy." she breathed, having a hard time to get herself composed enough to speak with his lips and fingers hovering across her skin.
"I'm crazy for you, my gracious lady."
Then it slowly sunk in and she recognised what he was saying between the lines. He couldn't mean it.
"Don't be ridiculous, Sir."
"Tommy!" he growled.
"Yeees!" she whinged and rolled her eyes. "TOM-MAY!"
He cruelly started to tickle her in the most tender way.
Laughing she pushed him away but her look was serious.
"Actually, I see my future in the Met, perhaps as a successful DI, not as a..." she waved her hand vaguely through the air, stopped talking and thought about what was going on. If he meant her to be Lady Asherton... "...first that would mean getting..." She bit on her tongue. She was thinking aloud.
Why couldn't I keep my mouth?!
"...married. Yes." He finished her sentence, suddenly with a serious expression himself. Again it did not go like he had thought but it was out, partly even initiated by her, and who the hell cared about proper timing?!
"You know, I for myself haven't planned on retiring so soon and as seen in me it very well would work to have it both - be my Lady A and work at the Met."
"That's ridiculous, your Lordship!" Barbara snorted.
"Not at all, Barbara." he propped himself on his elbow and looked her straight in the eye. "We've been dancing around for years, we're close like water to a fish, we know each other inside out, you were there for me in my hardest times, I kind of supported you when you went through yours. We've torn the last walls down..."
He took a deep breath before he continued. "I want to marry you, Barbara. Please accept."
Her mind was screaming yes, her reason told her no and argued why it could not, why it should not, why it would be better if not and why this place and this time was not the way to make or answer a proposal. Her eyes had already answered positive.
"I..." I must be crazy!
"Will you marry me? Say yes."
"Yes!" she blurted out. She was shocked. Her reason had not yet finished its serious arguments when her overwhelmed mind had simply pushed it aside and spoke for her. His eyes grew wide and happy and his mouth spanned from ear to ear with a broad smile. Really, I accepted. I must be mad. This isn't real, is it?
"Really...!" he choked on his words.
"Yes. Well, I think... yes. Yes." she repeated, gently whispered this time, with a nod as if she needed to convince herself that this is real, full of the love she had for this man. Full of the love she had tried to deny for too long. Full of the love she just recently had discovered to be answered likewise. Full of the love she still was a bit afraid of. And full of the love she had not even declared in words.
He knew he was the luckiest man on earth. They sealed their deal with a gentle kiss.
"I'll be there for you forever." he vowed to her. "I swear!" He knelt down between her legs and placed kisses on her lips. He supported himself with his arms beside her chest, pinning his fists into the mattress.
She slid her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, down to her lips. Their tongues knotted together, bonding what had been sealed moments ago with words.
"With every single heartbeat."
Then he began to kiss her everywhere. "By the sun, the moon and all the stars in the sky..."
He placed hot vows on her sweaty skin, mixed with hot-blooded kisses and passionately tender caresses.
"You won't just be my lady, you will be my queen." he vowed a sultry kiss on her belly. "You will be my empress!"
Their former fatigue was gone. The need to sleep was forgotten when his lips finally reached her hot spot, leaving a burning trace on his way across her body.
"Oh, yes! Keep doing that!" She startled at her own sudden fervently moaned words but when he gently nibbled at her pink knob she couldn't help herself and buried her pressing hand in his hair.
"My witch!" he mumbled between her thighs. "I never would have thought that you would be so insatiable."
"It's just..." she whispered with a restrained voice "that I've... never been- ...oh! Oh, my ghhh..." The rest went down in a deeply contented sigh caused by the skilful play of his tongue. Her fingers wrenched the bedsheet.
After he had brought her to her little climax he scooted over her body and back to her mouth. Barbara felt strange tasting herself from his lips and tongue but it was irritatingly good.
The moans and approving sounds Barbara had not held back again plus the taste of her intense pleasure were so arousing for Tommy that he needed just a few strokes of his length across her welcoming wetness before he was so hard and strong that he easily slid into her. With slow deep thrusts fully in and almost fully out he brought them near to another climax. He lowered the pace and held them both on the edge for a while just for sheer prolonged pleasure until Barbara cried out and begged him to claim her.
"Please, Tommy! Get going!"
God, how she could order my name...
"Tell me what you want, my empress!" he groaned onto her bosom. One hand was in her back and squeezed her bum cheek, the other hand supported him, kept his chest from crushing her.
"Harder! Now!" She dug her fingers of one hand in his shoulders. Her other hand scratched his bum and pulled him down into her.
"Yes, my love, say it!" he panted just a few millimetres above her left taut peak, steaming it with his breath, making her shiver and cringe. He had to accumulate all his strength to keep himself away from giving up to his own desire straightaway. It was pure pleasurable torture.
"Tommy!" she cried out. "Now!" All her muscles constricted in waves, her tight walls surrounded his hardened member, rhythmically squeezing him.
Barbara had her legs wrapped around his and dug her nails deep into the flesh over his shoulder blade when he finally obeyed her order, thrusted hard into her and let them fall into the abyss of pleasure together.
They made love in the first beginnings of Monday's dawn. Just when the early birds started to sing both reached another depth of lust and the air was filled with their mutual cry of pleasure.
"Oh, Barb!" he shouted out.
"Yes, Tommy! Yes!"
When the last waves ebbed and they reached the surface of normal breathing again, they exhaustedly fell into another deep sleep at about 4:30 in the morning.
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