Chapter 53, for your consideration! Be warned, there is a lot of adult business in this chapter, so stop reading if that isn't you thing. Sorry it's so long! Enjoy anyway and leave some love!
Fiona made her way home early the following afternoon. She had had quite the busy morning, and was really hoping for a calm, relaxing, intimate evening with her husband. It wasn't just the sex that she was looking forward to, though she did very much miss being with him in that way. Mostly, she really wanted a night with no distractions to just be with one another.
She had taken Adam to the doctor this morning, where she had learned that he was doing just fine and the medications were doing what they were supposed to be doing and in a few days he would be one hundred percent. She had already known all of that, of course; they had told them that when they left the hospital.
After the doctor was done with Adam, they spent a good half hour discussing birth control options, which was absolutely awful in her opinion. It made her feel like a teenage girl all over again, except when she was a teenage girl, the nuns were telling them that birth control was a sin, while she sat there at her desk, figuring out where to get condoms anyway.
Eventually, the talking had stopped and Fiona went with Tara and Dr. Lake's recommendation of getting an IUD. Apparently, it was effective and not something she would have to worry about every day, which was a bonus for her, because with her luck, taking care of a newborn distracted her enough that she would very likely forget and end up pregnant with triplets or something equally disastrous.
After a very quick procedure at the doctor's office, she was sent on her way and told to not have sex for two hour. After waiting for this long, she figured that two hours was something that she could easily handle. She did a little bit of shopping in town and headed to the garage, where she hoped she would find Juice or Gemma. Gemma had agreed to go get Juice this morning and handle getting him to the garage, and Fiona hoped he would still be there. She felt bad about the boy being hurt and wanted to make sure he was okay. Also, she wanted to convince him to babysit.
Tara had graciously agreed to keep Adam for the night, providing that Fiona kept Abel and Thomas for the night sometime soon. Fiona was more than fine with that. She trusted Tara with her boy and knew that he would be well cared for. The only issue was that Tara was at work until about six tonight. Fiona had asked Kerrianne to stay at the Oswald's house tonight, and that left her without a babysitter until then. She supposed that she could wait until after six to start spending that quality time with her husband, but she really, really didn't want to.
She pulled in to Teller Morrow and parked, before taking Adam out of the car and making her way towards the Clubhouse. It was very quiet today; a few mechanics were spread out here and there, working, but other than that, the place was a ghost town. She entered the bar area, expecting to see nearly everybody inside, but instead, she only found Happy, who was disassembling and cleaning his gun, and Juice, who was sound asleep on the couch.
"Where is everybody?" was the first thing Fiona asked.
"Most of the guys are at the warehouse or on a run. Gemma is with Unser. Me and Juice are here," came Happy's short reply. Most people would think that he was being rude, but Fiona knew him well enough to know that that was just how he was. He stood up and moved towards the bar."Do you want a drink?"
That surprised her. She actually really could use a drink. "Yes, actually. Whiskey, neat."
Happy gave her an approving smile and poured the drink. She knew that she was getting respect that very few women got. When it came to SAMCRO, women were the one who got the drinks. It really was that simple. Gemma, Tara, and now apparently Fiona, were the only women who get special treatment. Still, him getting her a drink was not what she had expected. Fiona didn't know much about Happy or his background, but she could tell that he had been raised right.
"Thank you," she said as the man set her drink down in front of her. She could tell by the smell alone that it was Jameson, Filip's preferred brand, and she drank it quickly, enjoy the smooth taste. Happy watched her the whole time, as though he was impressed by a woman who could handle good liquor. She set the glass back down before speaking again. "Well, shit. I was hoping Gemma would be here, or Juice would be conscious."
"Why?" Happy asked. "Something wrong?"
"No, not really," Fiona sighed. She thought for a moment and then suddenly perked up, remembering some offers that Happy had made not too long ago. "I don't suppose you want to babysit, do you Happy?"
"Babysit? You mean him?" Happy asked pointing at Adam.
"Yes, I need somebody to watch Adam for a few hours until Tara gets off. I was going to ask Gemma or Juice, but…" she trailed off.
Happy looked at her for a minute and shrugged. "I guess. I am already babysitting Mohawk over there, so it wouldn't be a big deal. What do I have to do?"
"Honestly, put him in front of the TV for a while. He likes looking at it. When he starts to whine, give him a bottle, make sure he has a clean diaper on, and he should fall asleep for a couple of hours. If he won't fall asleep for you, wake Juice up. He can usually get him to sleep," she explained. "This is his bag. Make sure Tara takes it when she picks him up. It has everything he needs in it."
"Okay," Happy shrugged. "Sound easy enough. Who do I call if something happens? If I need to leave?"
"Me," Fiona replied quickly. "Or Filip. Or Gemma. Or Tara. Under no circumstance should you leave him with a Crow Eater or Tig."
Happy actually laughed at that. "I wouldn't do that."
"Good," Fiona told him, before leaning down to kiss Adam. It would be her first night away from her boy, and she would miss him. She knew, however, that he would be taken care of and that she needed this night with just Filip. "I love you little boy. You behave for your Uncle Happy. I will see you tomorrow."
She straightened up and smiled at Happy. "Thanks again. I owe you. If you need anything, you call."
Happy assured her that she would, and before Fiona knew it, she was in her car, on her way home again, completely kid free. She knew that Kerrianne would be thrilled to spend the night with Tristen, and she knew that between Happy and Juice and Tara, Adam would be just fine as well. They were good kids and she was determined to not spend all night worried about them.
The house was quiet when she entered a few minutes later. It was very unusual for them to have a quiet house, what with an infant, a teenager, and a random assortment of bikers about. It seemed a little bit strange to her for there to be absolutely silence in the house, but really, she wouldn't complain at all. It wouldn't be quiet for long, if she had her way.
As much as she wanted to head to the bedroom and find Filip, she didn't right away. Instead, she took a seat on the couch and took a deep breath. Now that she was actually here and having sex again was very much going to happen, Fiona couldn't help but be a little bit nervous. It had been weeks and weeks and weeks, and as much as she knew that sex itself hadn't changed in that time, she was very well aware that she herself had changed.
She and Filip had never had any problems whatsoever in the bedroom. They had a chemistry that was just undeniable and they had always enjoyed each other to the fullest extent possible. She doubted that a new baby would change that. At the same time, she also knew that she no longer looked the same and realized that sex would probably feel different as well. Having a baby wreaked havoc on the body and she couldn't expect for sex to be exactly the same. What it having this baby and the completely different body had done something to that connection, that sexual chemistry that she and her husband shared? What if she just couldn't do for him what she used to have no problem doing?
All at once, she shook her head. She could not be thinking these thoughts, not now, not ever. She wasn't giving her Filip the credit he deserved; wasn't taking into account what he told her on a daily basis. Filip loved her, plain and simple. He didn't just love her for her body or the sex. He loved her because she was her. Fiona knew that, and knew how lucky she had been to find that in a man. She knew right then that she was being ridiculous. She loved Filip and he loved her; as long as they had that love for one another, the connection would always be there.
She stood from the couch, clutching one of the shopping bags in her hand. With one last deep breath, she made her way towards the bedroom, her excitement building the closer she got. She was going to be with her husband again, going to feel his body against hers, feel him move inside of her, listen to the low sounds of pleasure he always made. Whatever nerves she had been feeling were gone now. Yes, she wanted this very much.
She found him in bed, sound asleep. The scent of soap and his clean pajama pants told her that he had been awake at some point and had showered. She loved the smell of his soap, loved the way his skin tasted when he was fresh from the shower. He was clad in nothing but an old pair of blue plaid pajama pants, and as she expected, a shirt was nowhere to be found. She studied him for a minute, she pale skin on his chest, arms, and stomach marked with random scars, a few scattered freckles, and tattoo ink. Her eyes feel to the latest tattoo; Adam's name directly over his heart, right below where Kerriane's sat. She would be lying if she said that she didn't find him unbelievably sexy.
She set her bag down on the night table and slid out of her shoes. While there was no way she was going to even attempt any sexy lingerie, she decided to find something more comfortable to wear, and finally settled on a pair of purple shorts and tank top, over a relatively sexy, non-nursing bra. Figuring it was the best she could do, she went and quickly brushed her teeth and dabbed on some perfume before returning to the room. She pulled back the blankets and slid in between the sheets next to her husband.
His eyes opened pretty much instantly, and after another second, gathered her into his arms.
"Hey," he said, sleep still straining his voice. "You're home."
"Hey yourself," she kissed him softly. "I am."
"Everything okay at the doctor?" he asked, very aware of how close to him she was, how warm she felt in his arms.
"Everything's fine," Fiona replied, trailing her hands up and down the skin of his back. "Kerrianne is staying with Tristen tonight and Adam is staying with Tara. It seems to me like we have an entire evening to ourselves. What do you suppose we should do with that time?"
That put a smile on his face right away, and just like that he was very much awake. "I can think of a few things."
"Do any of those things involve us naked?" she asked innocently. "Because I think I would like that very much."
He laughed, "A few of them do."
"Good," she said, before leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was soft, but incredibly sensual. They weren't going to rush through this. There would be no medical issues to hold them back, no crying baby to stop them, no urgent teenage needs to interrupt them.
His hands made their way from her hips to her back, underneath her shirt, enjoying the soft skin under his rough hands. She was so goddamned soft. He backed out of the kiss and rested his head against her, just for a moment. His eyes caught the bag on the night table and he nodded at in, "What's in the bag?"
"Ah, that," she said and she leaned away from him and grabbed the bag. "Just something that I thought we might need."
Inside the bag, he found a small, blue bottle of lube. He examined it for a moment before looking back at her and raising his eyebrows. They had never, ever needed this before. "What's this?"
She was blushing, and didn't seem to want to look at him. He corrected that by gently turning her face towards his again.
"Well, I just had a baby and I don't actually know what sex is going to feel like right now, and I am not going to start talking like the doctor and mention vaginal dryness and painful intercourse and things like that, but I just thought that it might help," she explained, her face now completely beat red.
At that, he set the bottle down and wrapped her in his arms again. This surprised her and when she finally looked at him again, he asked, "Are you sure that you want this Fi? I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want you to think that you have to do this right now. I will wait as long as you need me to."
"I know you will, Love, but we have waited long enough. I want this; I want you. I have missed being with you, you know. It's just…" she trailed off.
"It's just what?" he asked.
She looked up at him, gazing through her eye lashes. "Can you just be gentle? Go slow, at first?"
"I can do whatever you need me to do," he assured her, his big brown eyes looking so sincere that she couldn't help but melt. "If you want me to stop, you tell me. If I am hurting you, you tell me. If you want me to do something different, you tell me. I want this to be good for you, Fi."
She gave him a grin that could light up city blocks, "It's you, Filip. How could it be anything but good?"
He couldn't help but kiss her again after that, and not nearly as softly as before. Her lips were full and smooth and she tasted so damned good. His mouth against hers was not at all soft or easy, but his hands were a different story. His touch was delicate and very nearly worshipping as he lifted the tank top over her head and ran his fingers over the skin of her shoulders, back and sides, taking in every inch of her that he could reach.
His fingers ran over her bra clad breast, enticing a gasp from her, before they settled on the clasp between her shoulders. Fiona broke the kiss and shook her head. "Can…can we leave it on?"
He understood immediately. He really hadn't thought that one through. She was a new mother who was nursing a child, and of course she didn't want to share her breasts with yet another person. Then there was the whole issue of leaking and his train of thought stopped right there. He was more than fine with her bra staying on. It looked really damned good on her anyway.
Without even a word of complaint he nodded and kissed her again, letting his hands work down her back and over her ass. He had always, always loved her round, full ass and the way it felt in his hands. He used this leverage to press her even closer to him, so that his hardened cock was pinned between her body and his. She moaned into his mouth when she felt it, and that moan spurred him on.
His hands moved inside of the shorts, resting for just a moment on her ass, before he just pushed the offending garment off of her body altogether. At last, for the first time in weeks and weeks, she was in bed with him, mostly naked. He took a moment and let his eyes trail over her body. No, it wasn't exactly the same as it had been before. Her curves had filled out while she was pregnant, and he thought that she was sexy as hell. Though her stomach was no longer completely flat, she was by no means even close to fat, and her breasts and ass were out of this world. Just looking at her, his cock twitched impatiently, but he mentally held himself back. He was going to wait; this was all about her.
His lips worked over the skin on her face and neck, while his hands just could not stop caressing her skin. They wandered from her back, over her ass, to her hips, over her ribcage, detouring slighting to graze her breasts through the fabric of her bra, before going lower, caressing her stomach. He had her flat on her back, and he could feel her quivering with longing. He was amazed at the responses he could get, just from his touch alone.
Giving it a split second thought, he grabbed the small bottle of lube she had brought and quickly applied a few drops to his own fingertips. It felt nothing like her own silky liquid did, but that mattered very little to him, and if this would help her, then he was more than happy to use it. Setting the small bottle aside he looked at her, immediately seeing the urgency in her eyes, and he couldn't do anything but kiss her again as his finger made their way to her clit.
Her reaction was immediate. She moaned, loudly into his mouth and her legs fell open to allow him better access. He was as gentle as he promised her he would be, breaking the kiss and just softly stroking her over and over again, listening to the sound that she was making. He was well aware that he could probably make her come, just from this, but he didn't want to just yet. She was biting her lower lip and clearly enjoying every moment.
He slowed down and grabbed the small bottle again, applying even more to his fingers and settling it down. This time, his fingers only glanced over her clit, before making their way to her opening. He could feel the small bumps from where she had been stitched, but she didn't react when he touched them, and he hoped that meant she was healed. Holding his breath, he slid first one, then another finger inside of her.
She inhaled sharply and tensed up for just a minute, before relaxing again. He didn't move at all and instead kept his hand still, allowing her all the time she needed. When he felt her relax and breathe again, he brought his thumb up to her clit and began stroking her again, still not moving the rest of his fingers. Very slowly, he felt her begin to move her hips and took that as a sign. He slowly began to move his fingers inside of her, testing the waters, waiting to see if it felt good to her.
If he look on her face was any indication, it absolutely felt good. Her eyes drifted shut and her lips were open, her breathing becoming shorter and shorter. She started to make sounds, low short moans at first, but before long, they became louder and more desperate. Her hips were now rocking up to meet the stroke of his fingers, and before longer, her muscles were clenching around his fingers and she was coming.
The intensity of her first orgasm in almost two months brought tears to her eyes, but Filip was quick to kiss them away. Without warning, Fiona brought her lips back to his and kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling together. Her hands moved to his waist as she began to remove his pajamas. She knew, now more than ever, that she was ready for this. She wanted him, now.
He was naked next to her now, and his hand reached, once again, towards the small blue bottle, but she stopped him before he could do anything with it.
"Let me," she said, against his lips.
He surrendered the bottle and watched her in wonder and she opened the cap and allowed several drops to fall onto his cock. He hissed as the cold liquid hit his very sensitive skin over and over, but he was soothed immediately when her hands wrapped around him and began to smooth the liquid over him. With the warmth from her hands, it no longer felt cold at all. In fact, it felt…really fucking good.
He relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of her hands running over again, and was a tiny bit disappointed when it stopped. He opened his eyes, and found her exactly eye level with him.
"Filip," she said, her voice low and quiet. "I need you. Please."
If that wasn't the hottest thing she had ever said to him, he didn't know what was. He had been waiting weeks to hear her say that, and she finally had, and he was more than ready to deliver. He gently positioned her on her back and settled between her legs, never breaking eye contact.
"You'll tell me to stop if you need me to?" he asked, wanting to make sure that she enjoyed this as much as he would.
"Yes, Love. Just go slow," she reminded him.
He nodded and leaned down to kiss her gently, before finding her opening. As slowly and gently as he could manage, he began to inch himself inside of her. He marveled at how good she felt, and was relieved to find that that hadn't changed in the slightest. She was still incredibly hot around him, and somehow, still tight. He wanted more than anything to move, but he waited for her to tell him she was ready.
After all of her nervousness this morning, after all of the warnings from the doctor and Tara, Fiona was shocked to find that she wasn't in any pain, at all. In fact, her husband's considerably large cock was inside of her, and all she felt was amazing. Tentatively, she moved her hips against his, and felt another wave of pleasure building. Maybe it was a miracle or science or whatever, but she was having sex, with her husband, and it felt fucking amazing.
He took the smile on her face and the lust in her wide eyes as his cue to start moving. He was slow at first, heeding her request to be gentle. As Fiona adjusted, her confidence building with each thrust of his cock, her hips raised to meet his every move. They settled into a rhythm and just like that, they were caught up in an intense, fabulous round of sex.
She felt stupid to have though, for even a moment that this connection they shared, this incredible chemistry, might be gone. It had been with them since they were fourteen years old. It survived ten years apart, and three children, and she had been ridiculous to think that a mere six weeks without sex might have damaged it. She knew now that they would never, ever lose it, and even when they were elderly in a retirement home, this connection would still be easy to find.
Fiona could feel her orgasm building up yet again, and she very nearly cursed it. She loved the feeling of Filip inside her, and she wanted this to go on and on and on. One look at his face, however, told her that after six weeks of no sex, he was barely hanging on himself. She smiled and relaxed, and before she knew it, she was coming again, and so was he.
When he pulled out of her, she immediately missed him, but the feeling was somewhat tempered when he pulled her close to him and kissed her again, his lips pressed hard again hers and his tongue teasing. She may have just come twice, but this kind of kiss had her ready to go all over again, and she moaned against his mouth.
He ended he kiss with a smirk, asking her "Are you okay?"
"Oh yes, Love. I am okay. That was exactly what I wanted and needed. It was incredible. Thank you, my Filip," she whispered.
"Anytime, Darlin," he assured her. "Well, almost any time. Like, right now, for example, you might need to give me a few minutes, but then I'll be good to go."
She laughed, fully intending to take advantage of that offer, but right now, she was content to rest, happy in his arms.
