A/N: Every teacher I have ever had in some way would dread Parent-Teacher Conference Night lol. Enjoy! xx Mariah


Ned peered out the bedroom window, watching as Katie pulled into the driveway and shit her car off. She was exhausted, he could tell by the way she sunk back into the seat, her eyes closing momentarily before she moved to grab her things in the seat next to her.

Maybe he should go help her. He should definitely go help her.

After five minutes had passed and she still hadn't come in, Ned ran down the stairs and slipped his slippers on before going out in his pajama bottoms and no shirt to help her.

She was just getting out the car when he went to take both of her bags from her. She turned to see him and a smile spread across her face.

She let out a shaky breath and nodded, letting him take them before sneaking a kiss from him, relishing in the feel of his lips against hers. Her hand lingered on the broad expanse of his bare chest before turning back to her car.

"Hey you," she sighed, closing her car door. "I saw you hiding in the window."

"I wasn't hiding, per say." He replied. "How was your day?"

He knew it was too late for it to be a happy answer and by the way, her eyebrows furrowed he knew that. The way her hair had come loose from her braid, falling in messy tangles around her face as she walked ahead of him, pushing the ajar door open more and kicking her heels off.

"I'm sorry you had such a crappy day." He muttered as he set her bags down on the bench near the door.

"Thanks," she smiled up at him. "I don't want to talk about it if that's alright with you."

"That's fine," he nodded, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "You go upstairs and I'll be right up."

"Okay," she yawned. "I'll try and be awake when you come up."

He ignored her last comment as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing her favorite pint of ice cream and a bottle of wine out of the fridge. Melinda had given them this when she'd found a little wine shop on one of her treks out of town. It was homemade and one of their most popular creations. Blueberry pomegranate, both of Katie's favorites berries in a wine.

He climbed the stairs with everything he needed to make her day end with a smile. Setting the wine glasses and wine on their dresser when he first walked in, he made his way over to her side of the bed to place the ice cream and spoon.

He could hear her in the bathroom. He still had time for a few more surprises before she'd ask if he was up here.

She must be in the bath, he concluded as he heard her raise something out of the water. He could only imagine her skin silky smooth with water and her entire body soaking in steaming water.

He made quick work of the bed, pulling the large duvet and top sheet away and shoving them off into a darkened corner of the bedroom.

He prepped the area hastily, grabbing a fresh bath towel from the linen closet in the hallway and spreading it out on her side of the bed.

He heard her footsteps and knew he was seconds from being caught when the bathroom door opened. Her hair was damp, tied up in her usual bun after a bath, but a few stray hairs curling at her neck. She smiled at him and that's when he saw what she was wearing.

It was almost see through and that's almost what made it worse. The straps clung to her shoulders and he knew he could slip them off her shoulders in an instant.

Then came her legs, her long, silky smooth tan legs. Her romper came up so short. It was so damn short. Her legs were too long for him. He saw too much silky thigh to not walk toward her.

He couldn't tell if she had anything underneath or if it was just a skirt. How did she pull this over him? When did she buy this? He'd never seen this before, not even a glimpse in a bag.

"Hey you," she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and he came closer.

A piece of thin lace fabric lingered over her breast, covering her nipple, but he could see the eversoslight darkness of her nipple as he pulled her close. He was in heaven. In one hand he grasped her ass and the other reached out to cup her supple breast and his lips moved to her neck. He could smell her salt scrub.

"I like your outfit," He said softly. "Are you planning to give the usual audio tonight that we give almost every night?"

"Aren't I always?" She smiled at him. "What's going on in here?"

"You deserve a night to relax," he said pulling her toward the dresser to grab the glasses and wine.

"Oh Ned," she clasped her hands to her face and hugged him. "I love you. C'mon baby..."

"Wait," he said. He closed the space between them, and in an instant, his lips were on hers, drawing her into a slow, teasing kiss and pulling away just as her hand began to wander up his bare chest. "Have I ever told you," he started, nipping at her bottom lip between soft pecks. "That you're extremely irresistible when you dress up for me."

She pulled back and pushed him away playfully. "Shut up," she laughed.

"I mean it," he insisted. He lifted his hand to her cheek. "It's working for me."

Her hand found the drawstring of his pajama bottoms and she pulled, drawing him closer to her body. The moan that escaped from her throat when she felt him, half hard, against her thigh was cut off by his mouth covering hers, lavishing her lips with kisses.

"That's what I thought," she laughed, smiling against his lips as they kissed.

"No... I had a mission to give you a massage." He laughed.

She pulled back almost immeasurable and nodded. She did love his massages.

"You can go right ahead an oil me all up," she giggled and went to push her night romper off.

"No, let me." He met her shoulder with a kiss and slipped the fabric off her shoulder. "I love how soft you feel after a bath," he said, caressing her warm skin with the tips of his fingers. "Unless you don't want me to."

"I took my clothes off, didn't I?" She said with a smirk. Her hands covered his, and she pressed her naked body against him.

She sighed when his hands moved down to squeeze her ass, and she responded by drawing her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to meet her own.

The intensity of the kiss was surprising. She opened her mouth, welcoming his tongue in, and she sucked on it greedily, drawing out a satisfied and muffled moan from him deep within his chest.

"Come on," he murmured. He smiled against her lips and she chuckled lightly as they attempted to navigate toward the bed, peppering soft kisses to each other's mouths while his hands still continually kneaded her backside.

She dropped down to sit on the bed when they finally reached the mattress. Before he could move, she pulled on the waistband of his pants, summoning him toward her. She pressed her lips to his bare stomach and trailed wet kisses that followed the path of light hair downward, not stopping when she reached the fabric of his pants.

Her lips swept over the front of his pants as her hand joined in, smoothing the light material over him and kissing the outline. The friction of her hand and the fabric mixed with the warmth of her mouth on him was causing him to grow hard quickly. His hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers raking through the damp tresses.

As his fingers graced the soft skin at the nape of Katie's neck, he was finally brought to his senses.

Pulling away, he smiled down at her. "Lie down on the towel. I'll be right back."

He left the room and headed toward the bathroom, pulling a bottle of oil from the cupboard.

A few months prior, he came across one of these books about different healing oils. He'd purchased a lavender oil online and had only used it once before. They'd been so busy since then, but he couldn't wait to do it tonight's

The way Katie unraveled under his ministrations that night turned him on more than he could have ever imagined. Since then, it didn't matter if he was at home, at work, or walking through town, every time he thought about the soft sighs that escaped from her lips as he touched her, his heart pounded against his chest. He was anxious to try it again, determined to linger and tease her until she couldn't take it anymore and was begging for him.

With the oil warmed under hot water from the sink, he made it back to the bedroom quickly and found her sitting on the towel he had set down earlier. She smiled when he entered the room and her eyes moved to the bottle in a hurry.

"On your back," he said gently.

He crawled onto the bed as she scooted down the towel and laid down on her back. She smiled at him teasingly as she brought her arms up over her head to stretch her body. He couldn't help but stare at the way her breasts moved as she shifted. Her nipples stood in stiff peaks, rising and falling with each breath she took.

Her lower half wiggled over the towel, and his mind drifted to thinking about how wet she probably already was.

"You're trying to make me come before I even touch you, aren't you?" He asked, letting out an exasperated laugh which she returned wholly.

"Touch me, then," she urged. She brought her arms back down to her sides and relaxed her body, resting her head on a pillow and closing her eyes. "Touch me."

He sat back on his haunches and grabbed her feet with one hand, setting them down in his lap before dipping his fingers into the bowl of warm oil. Once his fingers were thoroughly coated, he massaged the bottoms of her feet, pressing the pad of his thumb into the soft soles and smiling to himself when she began moaning in response.

"I'm only touching your feet," he joked. "What are you going to do when I move higher?"

She flexed her feet, sighing when he rolled her ankles gently. "It just feels so good," she said. "I wear heels every day Ned."

"Maybe this should be a nightly event," he replied.

"Just my feet though," she laughed. "A whole body massage takes a lot out of me. Lots of sex chemicals rush through my body and I am drained but rejuvenated the next day."

Adding more oil to his hands, he moved to her calves.

He worked in long strokes using his entire hand, squeezing her slick skin and rolling the muscle and tissue in his palms.

"Mmm, Ned," she moaned. She stretched her legs, bringing her feet back down into his lap. Slowly, she pressed her feet against his hard cock, rubbing the bulge through his pants.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed. The urge to abandon his plans sounded more and more tempted with each pass of her foot over his hard length. He bucked his hips to increase the pressure against him and groaned. "Do you feel how hard you've already got me?"

She nodded, her eyes still closed. "I feel you."

As he continued to grip and release her lower legs, her hand dipped between her legs. He kept his eyes on her fingers as they disappeared and dipped between her folds for just a moment before she removed them, reaching the hand out to him, urging him to taste her.

He leaned forward and captured his wrist, bringing her fingers to his lips. With her legs still in his lap working his erection and his free hand still rolling across the slick flesh, he sucked her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around in attempts to gather every last bit of the sweet moisture that was purely her.

He could have stopped there. Spread her legs and buried his face between them to lick and suck her and lap up every last drop of her, but he couldn't. That was not the plan. Pulling her fingers from his mouth with a light pop, he turned his focus back to exploring the rest of her body. His hands roamed further upward, spreading more oil on her thighs and pushing the excess up toward her hips.

He worked his hands around in wide circles, traveling up her thighs and over her hips, sweeping down and around the sides of her ass, kneading every inch with the heel of his palms. Slowly, he worked his way inward, each run of his hands around her thighs inching closer and closer to her middle.

She shifted, a silent message to him that she was ready for him and she whimpered impatiently when his hands touched her everywhere but where she was needed him to.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked, a wicked smirk springing to his lips.

"Your hands," she murmured, gasping when he brought his legs around either side of her and straddled her thighs. "Between my legs."

He continued to knead the soft skin of her inner thighs, dipping his fingers between her legs and brushing his thumbs over her inner thighs. She squirmed, still unsatisfied.

"No?" He asked, his voice dripping with mockery. "Is that not where you want my hands?"

"Ned," she mewled, her pleading tone mixing with a frustrated chuckle. "Are you really going to make me do this?"

"Do what?" He smiled, adjusting his position.

She grumbled and curled her finger at him, summoning him closer. With his ear close to her lips, she finally spoke. "I can't take the throbbing anymore," she said, her voice gravelly. "I need your fingers."

He smiled as he pulled away, resuming the large, circular strokes with his right hand until it covered her center. "Here?" he asked, slipping his thumb between her wet folds and moving it upward. "Is this where you need me to touch you?"

"Yes," she breathed. "Right there."

The pad of his thumb slipped over her center easily, and he worked her with short swipes back and forth. "You want to come already?" he asked.

"No," she said breathlessly. "Not yet. I just needed you to touch me for a little while."

"Good," he said. "I don't want you to come yet."

He removed his hand from her and leaned forward, planting kisses to her stomach as it contracted under his lips and a light chuckle sounded.

"Your hair is tickling my stomach," she smiled, running her fingers through the golden curls that hung down loosely.

He shook his head wildly, making sure the tips of his hair continually grazed her stomach as laughter erupted from deep within her chest. He took the moment of distraction to pour more oil, dispensing it in a line from her bellybutton all the way up between her breasts.

His hands spread the oil over her upper body but stopped when he reached her breasts. Leaning forward again, his mouth trapped a taut nipple between his lips and he sucked on it greedily, nipping it lightly with his teeth before swirling his tongue around the dark nub.

He repeated the assault on the other nipple, sucking and biting harder when she buried her hands in his hair, locking him in place, urging him not to stop. He squeezed her unattended breast in his hand, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Finally, he had to pull away. The groan of protest that shot from her mouth brought his lips to hers, silencing her noises of dissent.

"There's more of you I want to get to," he said, nipping at her bottom lip. "Turn over."

He eased off of her lower half, allowing her to flip over onto her stomach. Once she was situated, he moved back down, settling his body just under her ass, his legs on either side of her.

With both of them settled, he poured more oil from the bottle starting at her lower back. He let the thick liquid pool and poured it in excess, not stopping until it began to drip down her sides. He dragged his hands through the oil, spreading it over her back and down, kneading the slick liquid into her ass with slow, meaningful movements.

She began to reach back, searching blindly for him until her hand came in contact with his erection straining against his pajama pants. He thrust into her hand as he continued to massage her ass, the fabric of his pants straining over his erection. The pressure was becoming too much for him, and as though she could read his mind, he moved her hand up higher and pulled at the drawstring of his pants, loosening the tie and pulling at the waistband, allowing him to spring free.

As he continued to massage her lower back and ass, she wrapped her hand around him loosely, stroking him easily as he began to thrust again.

It took several minutes, but eventually, she had to let go. "My arm is starting to cramp," she said, laughing into the pillow. "I'm sorry!"

He laughed with her, pulling back so she could set her arm back down on the mattress. "It's ok," he assured her. "It did feel really good, though."

Quieting down quickly, he grabbed for the oil again, pouring a thin stream over his cock before slipping the head down and bucking forward, sliding his erection in between Katie's ass cheeks. It felt impossibly good and looked even better. He became fixated on the way his cock, slick with oil, slipped between the swells of her ass repeatedly.

She started to lift her hips in response to his movements, urging him to slide himself down further. He obliged, pushing his erection down past her ass and, with a little help from her, easily slipping into her warm, wet, center. He dropped his upper body lower, propping himself up with his hands on either side of Katniss as he moved inside her slowly, teasingly. He flicked his tongue out, licking a line up her back, following her spine all the way up to the back of her neck. He stopped there and began alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting on the soft skin.

"Harder," she whimpered. "Oh, Ned, yes..." She brought her knees up, raising her bottom and pushing back against him impatiently.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Katie?" He growled into her ear. Her moan was all the response he needed to hear. He pulled out, resting on his haunches again. "Come here," he said.

As she shuffled around, he pulled his pants off the rest of the way and waited, stroking his erection as he watched her climb on top of him and hover just slightly before coming down hard and pushing him into her all at once. She didn't hesitate for a minute, swirling her hips and planting her knees flat on the mattress for leverage as she rode him hard.

He dropped his head down quickly in search of her nipple, remembering how much she was enjoying it before. He kissed around the nipple before teasing it slightly with the tip of his tongue, and when his teeth captured the hard nub and he began to suck, she rode him even more roughly.

She dropped her hands behind her to hold herself up and she leaned backward. She was finally ready to come. He found the nerve with his thumb and rubbed in vigorous circles, watching as he continually disappeared when she ground down on it. He knew she was close when her legs began to tremble and she moved back to lie on the bed, her arms around her head. Pressing his face into her chest, drawing her body impossibly close and enabling him to tease her nipple with his teeth again, he worked one nipple with his mouth while his fingers rolled the other.

"I'm coming, Ned," she called out. He felt her tense up, fisting the hair at the back of his head as she spasmed around him. Her moans came out as a deep hum from the back of her throat, down through her chest. He rested his head to her chest and listened as each breath brought another moan.

Though her movements were slower, she did not stop. She went back to swirling her hips, purposefully clenching her walls around him and keeping a firm grip on his hair, squeezing her fists and giving him the most pleasurable pain he'd ever felt

"I'm going to come too," he choked out, bringing his arms around her and pressing his hands flat against her stomach. "Oh, Katie... oh yes..." His mouth moved to her collarbone, and as his orgasm claimed him, he bit down, moaning into the crook of her neck while he emptied inside of her.

They collapsed on the bed, breathless and slick with oil. She stayed on top of him, resting her head on his chest, neither of them making any attempts to move.

"I don't want to move," she hummed. "Do you mind being my pillow tonight?"

"I'm your pillow every night," he laughed. "What difference does tonight make?"

"I just want to fall asleep like this, right here." She whispered.

"Feeling relaxed?" He asked, smiling.

"Mmhmm.." she smiled. "I'm not ready for bed quite yet though."

"I bet you forgot you ever had those conferences tonight," he said.

"Well, I did," she said, then laughing, shaking her head. "But now you just reminded me."

"Sorry," he laughed. He pulled the hair tie from her head and released her bun, combing his fingers through her hair and taking in the smell of her shampoo. "I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered, her hands moving over his stomach. "Will we ever have children Ned?"

"One day," he answered.

"One day soon, I hope?" She looked up at him, kissing him.

"Well, I mean we could try again if that's what I think you're saying." He grinned at her.

"It is," she smiled. "I want children with you."

"I want children with you too," he kissed her and rolled on top of her. "And let's try and make one right now."

"Yes," she nodded, kissing him. "Let's do that, right now..."