This one is for Kristen, who's been hounding me for WEEKS about when this was going to happen. This was the OTHER chapter I've been so desperate to get out. And now it's finally here! I'm so excited, yay! Enjoy. It's pitiful yet hilarious at the same time. Let me know what you think!
The song is "Dance for You" by Beyonce.
Stephanie sighed in relief as she threw her purse and shoes into the huge walk-in closet. Because she could…she ran at a little sprint and flopped onto the huge bed, delighted as the mattress slightly conformed to her size and shape.
Lying on her back, she decided to just relax for a few minutes. It was twenty minutes past 1 now. Hunter would be here by a quarter past 2 and that would give them almost an hour and a half to themselves before they went to get Karmina and Kaycee. As a precaution, she set her cell phone's alarm to twenty minutes from now. With what she had in mind, she couldn't be all groggy and half asleep. Nor did she want Hunter to walk in and find her passed out on their bed, completely dead to him and the rest of the world when she'd implied she had something sexy in store for him this afternoon.
Yawning, she let her mind drift back to when they'd bought this bed. The pair of them couldn't decide which was more beneficial: a king-sized mattress or a California king-sized mattress. The latter was longer…that was good since they were both pretty tall. However, as a consequence, the mattress would be more narrow and they could give up hope of ever being able to shop for a new set of sheets in person. For this region, they would end up shopping online.
The sales employee quizzed them on their sleeping habits, so that he could better assist them. As usual, Hunter had made some heavily implied comment about their love life – something about rolling around and hardly doing any actual sleeping in the bed. After both she and the employee turned a nice shade of crimson, she'd backhanded Hunter in the stomach and attempted to look at him sternly. But with her mouth twitching into a knowing smile, she really did fail miserably at attempting to reprimand him.
Ultimately, they'd chosen a regular king because they were side sleepers for the most part. Plus, there would be more space for those Saturday mornings when the kids just randomly climbed into bed with them.
Yes, it was good to finally be home. Granted, she and Hunter had taken mini-vacations since they'd been married…but it had been a long time since she'd had to take a business trip. Even if she'd had time to prepare, she still wouldn't have liked leaving her family behind like that. After Vincent got his head out of his ass, hopefully having to leave town overnight was going to be a fairly rare occurrence. Even though Hunter was more than capable of taking care of the kids on his own, he shouldn't regularly have to. They'd both contributed to the kids getting here - therefore they should both participate in their upbringing as much as possible.
Despite her earlier nap, her eyes slid shut and she faded into a light, but much needed, slumber.
To Stephanie, it seemed that only three seconds had gone by before her phone went off, letting her know that it was time to get up. She shut the whining device up and stretched like a satiated feline before finally rolling off of the bed and getting to her feet. It was time to set up the "special" thing she had in store for her husband.
She walked down the spiral staircase at a leisurely pace, her manicured hand sliding along the wrought iron banister. When her bare feet hit the marble floor, she winced for just a moment before continuing on to the living room. She walked to the left of the entertainment center; her blue eyes squinted in concentration while she browsed their large selection of music.
A toothy smile was her reaction as she spotted what she was looking for. Beyoncé's latest single, "Dance for You." The song was absolutely perfect for what she wanted to convey. It spoke about love and appreciation, while being extremely sensual and sexy. It was a bit reminiscent of the track, "Promise" by fellow R&B artist Ciara, but Stephanie liked this song and its lyrics better. It was…deeper. And it applied to her situation better.
The song was a bit lengthy. And quite frankly she knew that both she and her husband's impatience probably wouldn't allow her to dance the entire way through anyway. She just planned to stop when it felt right.
She popped the cd into the stereo and pressed pause at the very beginning of the track. She grabbed the small remote and stuck it in the back pocket of her jeans so that she wouldn't forget to take it with her. A grand entrance is what she wanted – to begin playing the song right as she descended their amazing staircase wearing something that was vaguely revealing. Her mind creating a visual image of her doing just that, she let out a giddy squeal before darting into the kitchen and going straight for the island that was situated in the middle of the room.
She picked up one of the barstools and carried it into the living room, sitting it about midway between the sectional leather couch and the entertainment center. She went back to the kitchen, this time heading for the corner table. She grabbed a chair and took it into the living room, sitting it a few feet away from the barstool. Knowing that her excitement would make her more prone to clumsiness, she pushed the coffee table off to the side of the room where she couldn't potentially trip over the damn thing.
This would work better at night, she realized. Then the house would be dark and she could enhance the mood by casting dim lighting and maybe lighting a few scented candles. But oh well, she'd work with what she had. She spent the next few minutes closing curtains and doing whatever she could to reduce the amount of lighting in their home. They'd bought this house specifically because of the amount of natural light it was received. Today was a sunny day and the best she was going to be able to do was make it seem like it was the early evening. She'd take what she could get.
With a little bounce in her step, she headed back upstairs to change her clothes.
This afternoon she would be…an Irish…mob wife. That would do, since it was her Halloween costume from the prior year. She needed to integrate another persona with her own, just so she wouldn't be tempted to talk about their children, her parents, contract renewals or God-forbid, that they needed to buy more dog food this weekend. She was checking out of her own life and checking into someone else's. Someone that was super sexy, rather vain and a bit mysterious and exciting.
For her make-up she'd gone with a combination of light and medium powder blue eyeshadow, black eyeliner and black mascara to give herself a smoky look and truly set off her eyes. She was rather pleased with the outcome.
Underneath a sinfully short, silky, grey dress with a deep v-cut and somewhat open front, she wore black stockings and a black garter belt. The black teddy that she was wearing pretty much didn't have any sides to it. Other than covering her chest, the lacy material had a strip about three inches wide that ran from just below her breasts and down to her hips before it fanned out. It didn't even cover half of the curve of her ass, but whatever. She hadn't purchased this for its coverage, but for its lack thereof.
To give herself more clothes to remove and enhance the seduction, she threw on a belted, leather coat that barely skimmed the top of her thighs. Her shoes were strappy, black stilletos. They'd eventually hurt like hell, but she wasn't planning on being on her feet for very long. She'd already done loose curls at the end of her hair, so she placed a grey and black fedora hat on to complete her gangster look.
From downstairs, she heard a door close. She couldn't really tell what door it was…but it was a bit odd that she hadn't heard the garage door rumble to signify that Hunter was driving in. She narrowed her eyes in concentration, unable to remember if she'd left the door open. Probably so, she thought. She was exhausted and ready to grab a catnap when she'd dragged herself home. Hunter probably thought she left it open for a purpose; that explained why he clearly hadn't shut it.
Glancing backwards at the clock, she saw that he was earlier than she'd expected. It was five minutes to two. She smiled, at his habit of overshooting how long it would take him to get back to her. It always worked like a charm. And…well, maybe he didn't park in the garage and had come through the front door instead. That wouldn't be too weird, considering they had less than two hours before they needed to get the twins. And it explained why he hadn't called out to her and why she didn't hear his footsteps coming up the stairs.
Whatever, she thought with a shake of the head as she walked out of the bedroom. The point was that her husband was finally home and she was ready for her show to begin.
Midway down the stairs, she spotted Hunter sitting on the couch with his arms resting out to the sides, across the top of the cushions. His blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and somewhat tucked into a ball, like he often did before a workout. She wasn't going to disappoint him; she'd give him a workout, all right.
Stephanie pressed the play button on the remote and sat it down on the banister.
I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you, yes
Stephanie giggled quietly to herself while she watched him look all around trying to figure out what the hell was happening and where the music had come from. "Don't say a word, don't do anything. Just watch," she instructed, still midway on the staircase.
He turned around, with his mouth already open to say something. But as soon as his gaze landed on her, his mouth closed and his hazel eyes widened instead. "B-but," he stammered out.
Stephanie pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhhh," she hushed, beginning a slow descent down the rest of the staircase. Her left hand was planted on the banister, while her right hand was on her hip.
Wanna show you how much I'm dedicated to you, yes
Wanna show you how much I will forever be true, yes
She sauntered over to the strategically placed barstool and placed her hands on it, bending over halfway and arching her back as she moved her hips to the beat from left to right.
Wanna show you how much you got your girl feeling good, oh, yes
Wanna show you how much, how much you understood, oh, yes
Wanna show you how much I value what you say,
Not only are you loyal, you're patient with me babe, oh, yes
Wanna show you how much I really care about your heart,
Wanna show you how much I hate being apart, oh, yes
Standing upright, Stephanie pulled off her hat and threw it at Hunter as if it was a frisbee. It lightly bounced off of his shoulder before landing next to him on the couch. He sat still, as she'd asked, with his hands rubbing his jeans. She resumed rocking her hips from side to side, while running her hands through her hair seductively.
Show you, show you, show you, till you through with me,
I wanna keep it how it is so you can never say how it used to be!
While continuing to sway to the beat, Stephanie placed her hands on the belt of her jacket, untying it slowly as she turned so that her back was facing him.
Loving you is really all that's on my mind
She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at Hunter as she slowly raised her shoulders, allowing the jacket to slide down and expose her shoulders. She took her arms out of the sleeves and continued to dance to the music, using the jacket to somewhat caress her thighs and back as she turned around to face him.
And I can't help but to think about it day and night,
I wanna make that body rock
As an accentuation to the command the song gave, Stephanie took the jacket off and threw it across the room in one fluid motion.
Sit back and watch!
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh
Tonight I'm gonna put my body on your body
Boy I like it when you watch me, ah
To heighten the experience, Stephanie decided to pretend that her own hands were Hunter's hands. She thought about where he'd be putting them, if he were allowed to touch her during this little striptease. Where wouldn't he put them, was probably a better question, though.
With that thought, she walked over to the chair planting her hands on the armrest so that she could bend over and wiggle her ass just to tease him. She took one hand off of the stool and ran it through her hair wildly, making her long, curled strands lay wildly all across her chest and back.
Tonight it's going down
I'll be rocking on my babe, rocking, rocking on my babe,
Swirlin' on my babe, swirlin', swirlin' on my babe
Baby let me put my body on your body
Promise not to tell nobody
'Cause it's 'bout to go down!
Circling her hips in a tantalizing figure 8, she slowly walked around to the front of the chair. She ran her hands from her neck all the way down to the top of her thighs as she did so.
She sat down in the chair, tossing her hair to the side. She opened her legs quickly, reached one hand all the way down to the floor, closed her legs and extended one of them to the side. Planting a hand on her thigh, she gyrated in the seat, pretending that it was her husband.
You'll never need 2 'cause I will be your number 1
Them other chicks are superficial
But I know you know I'm the one
Using the armrests, she pushed herself to stand halfway, with her back arched as she dramatically moved her hips all around. With a wild toss of her hair she vacated the chair entirely and slid to her knees on the floor.
That's why I'm all into you
'Cause I can recognize that you know that
That's why I'm backing this thing back
Stephanie jerked her butt back in tune with the music before arching and tossing her head backwards as if she was having an intense orgasm.
Pop-popping this thing back
Drop, drop, drop-dropping this thing back
Slowly, she brought herself back up and began to randomly caress herself all over, like her husband would normally be doing.
This is for the time you gave me flowers
For the world that is ours
For the mula, for the power of love
And no I won't never ever e-ever give you up
And I wanna say thank you in case I don't thank you enough
A woman in the street and a freak in the you know what
She tossed her head from side to side, making her hair flail around wildly before pushing herself back up to stand again.
Sit back, sit back, it's the pre-game show
Daddy you know what's up!
Stephanie strutted over to her husband, dancing to the music and feeling herself up, the entire way over. As she approached him, she almost wanted to laugh at the very cute, yet very shocked gaze that he wore. Almost as if he had absolutely no idea she was capable of dancing like a stripper for him. Normally they didn't have time for this kind of foreplay because of the kids. But when they could ditch the brood for a day or so, she definitely made up for lost time by doing stuff like this. Today, she was making sure to squeeze this in, to sort of celebrate them finally getting back to normal, relationship-wise.
Loving you is really all that's on my mind
And I can't help but to think about it day and night,
I wanna make that body rock
Sit back and watch!
Finally standing a few feet in front of him, she grabbed the bottom of the dress with both hands, pulling it from side to side as she slowly lifted it upwards, teasing the hell out of him. She made sure she was out of arm's reach; he couldn't be trusted not to just rip the dress right off of her and tear it to shreds in the process.
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh
Tonight I'm gonna put my body on your body
Boy I like it when you watch me, ah
Having tortured him enough, she pulled the silky dress off and turned around so that she was no longer facing Hunter. She held her arms above her head as she swayed to the beat, allowing him to enjoy seeing her body being barely covered from behind. After a few moments, she eased down into his lap and wrapped the dress around the back of his neck, moving it around as she ground her hips and ass into him. She smiled when he pressed his lips to her neck and brought her further into him by grabbing her hips.
Tonight it's going down
I'll be rocking on my babe, rocking, rocking on my babe,
I'll be swirlin' on my babe, swirlin', swirlin' on you babe
I'm gonna put my body on your body
Promise not to tell nobody
'Cause it's about to go down!
"Fuck, Steph…" he groaned out against her skin.
The hell with it, Stephanie decided. They'd made it through more than half of the song. She couldn't take it anymore. The sexual tension was just building and building. She'd purposely tried not to look at Hunter very much while she was dancing. She knew that the unmistakable combination of lust and love in his eyes would send her over the edge. She probably wouldn't have even got through 60 seconds of the damn song. Letting the dress fall away from her hands, she turned in his lap, her long legs now resting on the couch. She grabbed the fedora hat from beside him and stuck it on top of his head just for fun. After that, she wasted no time tilting her head and pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss.
Imma take this time to show you how much you mean to me
'Cause you are all I need
No money can emphasize or describe the love that's in between the lines
Boy look into my eyes
When I'm grinding on you, this is beyond sex
Boy I'm high on you, and if it's real
Then you know how I feel
Parting her lips a little bit, she allowed his tongue to mingle with hers. Her eyebrows drew together in confusion for a moment. Something…wasn't right. It didn't feel right…the touching, she meant. Hunter's hand was running up her thighs. That wasn't unusual, but still. And something about the kiss was…she didn't know. It was just…unsettling.
And all of this damned thinking she was doing while she made out with him? This never happened; she was usually too caught up in what they were doing to be analyzing shit. This was strange.
Unfamiliar, was the adjective she finally settled on.
Her eyes popped open suddenly. That was it. It was fucking unfamiliar because it wasn't…oh God.
She tapped against his shoulder wildly right as she felt him try to guide her back onto the couch.
Rocking on you, babe, rocking, rocking, on you, babe
Swirling on you, babe,
In my mind all I can think about is a frame for our future
And the pictures of the past,
And a chance to make this love last, oh, oh
He broke the kiss with an out of breath, "What?"
Stephanie stared closely at his face. She was sure that hers was displaying varying degrees of horror and shock at this very moment. But one real, good look into his eyes and she recognized the absence of love mixed in with the lust. Now she knew the truth – and felt fucking stupid for not paying better attention before.
This was not her husband.