Note: This chapter rated M
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Chapter 52
That night they had come back to Dave's and crashed, hard. It was obvious even to them that they had done too much in one day and had exhausted themselves. Thankfully the next day they only had to go to therapy appointments and then stop at the bakery for things for the next day's grand feast while Dave made a few last preparations for a large snow storm that was coming in to the area. "I wish he would let me help." Laura groused as they brought the bags and boxes to the car.
"He's not going to let you lift a finger until the doctor clears you." Spencer replied. "And given my own concern I'm backing him up on it. Two days."
"Grr. Fine, fine. I just wanted to show you that I can cook. I do a fabulous turkey."
"I know. Next year. He is taking some of your suggestions about it, the brining thing and the apple…."
"Makes the juiciest turkey ever, just wait and see."
They went back to Dave's, put things away, and then Spencer settled at the kitchen island to explore this tablet thing while Laura went upstairs to change something. But it wasn't long before she called, "Spence, would you come up here a moment, please?"
"Sure." He didn't exactly look away as he went into the bedroom and settled at the foot of the bed. "What's up?"
"Something my therapist was talking about earlier." She said from the bathroom.
"Oh? I thought you seemed a bit distracted."
"She asked right off if we were considering another baby right away and I said yes, in another five months and she kind of gave me a lecture about how sex was supposed to promote intimacy between partners and how it wasn't just for reproduction and how thinking that it is is not healthy."
"Did you explain the concept of sapiosexuality to her?" They didn't need sex to be intimate. Talking, sharing ideas and thought, sharing experiences and just time together, that's what built intimacy for them, not the coming together of bodies. It had been six weeks since any form of sexual encounter, ten since the last time they had intercourse and he felt closer and more intimately connected with her than ever. Even during those horrid lost weeks when they practically had to write notes her body language alone allowed them to maintain that intimate communication.
"I did. I tried to explain that sex was about reproduction and play for us but it wasn't a requirement but she didn't get it. If this becomes an issue I might need a different therapist. Speaking of playtime…."
"I'm sure we can find one more open to alternative sexuality in the area, for both of us if need be." He sensed her coming to stand quite close, almost brushing his knee. "What about…" He looked up and all of his thoughts jumbled into a pile in his head.
She had bought bras after all
He had seen her naked before. Hell, he'd seen her in every sort of open vulnerability; he'd had to deliver Maggie and then everything that came after. But there was just something about that remarkably small bit of pink silk and creamy lace, how everything was just plumped and lifted, a gift offered to him, waiting to be unwrapped. In two days, not now. He swallowed, swallowed again, and looked up at her. "That's not fair." He said. She giggled in reply, which meant that he had to set that tablet aside, take her by the waist, and pull her down on the bed, the better to kiss every ticklish spot and make her giggle all the harder.
When did this first become about play, anyway?
Every. Night. Pig.
Spencer balled up the note that had come down in the dumbwaiter and threw it at the wall in frustration. They weren't livestock fit for breeding, they were people. They were human beings with wants and needs and desires of their own. And what they really needed was not to be doing this.
Last night had started out well but had ended poorly. Laura had verbally consented and the necking portion of the evening had been lovely, but getting her body up to speed for the grand event had proven impossible. It was expected, everything he had ever read had said that women didn't always orgasm the first time they tried intercourse, just use lots of lube and if you have to finish in some other way that was fine, so long as she wasn't left too afraid to try again. Of course every book he had ever read had assumed access to lube and no psychotic freak breathing down your neck. I ought to write a manual, he thought, what to do when you're kidnapped, including a chapter on sex, if I can ever figure this out.
"He's not giving us the night off, is he?" Laura asked, her whole being seeming to sag.
Fuck. "No." Spencer replied with a calmness he didn't feel. "I'm sorry." She was still sore, probably bruised, but better sore and bruised than slow death by dehydration. But… "Please don't say let's get this over with." If she did that he might not be able to function and then they were, well, screwed.
"So what do you want to do?"
Good question, very good question. He looked around the space, he had one idea, but he needed her to relax or else he might not be able to make it work. What did they have, what did they…. Ah, that might work. Then the dumbwaiter rattled. "Have dinner, and take it from there."
Later, after a meal where he tried to keep her from thinking about what was to come and some cocoa to help them both relax, he tugged her into the bedroom. "Ever play poker?"
"Yeah, back at the house, anyone who didn't have a date on Friday night."
"Good." He settled on the bed and started shuffling. "Let's play."
He deliberately lost a fair percentage of hands. She was a reasonable player, about as good as JJ, not as good as Emily, but decent. After the first half dozen hands she spoke up. "So, how is this supposed to lead to what we have to do tonight?"
Truth was, he'd been too embarrassed to tell her. "Well, I…"
"Unless you were considering strip poker," he felt his ears catch on fire and saw her blush. "We could try that I guess."
The Unsubs had been very practical in their choices of clothing to leave down here. They each had underpants and socks, plain pajama type pants and packs of men's undershirts in likely sizes. He had taken to wearing the shirt he'd been wearing the day he'd been taken as a light over layer, to keep from feeling too underdressed. The day he'd arrived she admitted that they had taken her clothing, a disturbing thought, and so she just had the items they had left for her, so he'd given her his vest to wear for more coverage. That meant that they each had a few layers to remove as they went.
He deliberately spaced it so that by the time she was down to her underpants and t-shirt he was down to his pants and underpants, having just sacrificed his undershirt to the cause. "I'd like to propose a change in the rules." He said, hopefully calmly.
"Oh?"
"There's, um, something I'd like to try. If I win the next hand…"
She looked up, much less nervous and more curious now. "What would you like to try?"
He just smiled. "Let's see if I win first."
Of course he won. He cheated.
She groaned. "Ahhh! All right, so what are we trying?" In response he set the cards aside, leaned over and started kissing her. That much he was quite comfortable with, that had gone flawlessly. "Good place to start." She murmured between kisses.
"Just keep breathing and try to relax." He replied. It was the same advice he'd given her the night before, which had more or less helped. She complied as they kissed over and over, and he nipped lightly at her jaw and the side of her neck, which started her squirming. Once she'd relaxed that far he kissed further down, down to her amazingly sensitive breasts, which filled his palms so perfectly. He smiled as he heard those soft, desperate noises start, little whimpers and moans as he caressed the soft roundness and gently tweaked the tips. Yes, this part was working as well as it had last night also.
Finally Laura growled a little in frustration and pulled her shirt over her head. "Tease." She complained. In response he dipped his head and took one hard point into his mouth, sucking a little more than gently and running his tongue over the tip. Her fingers twined in his hair as she arched her back, instinctively begging for more. And he gave her more, switching from one to the other, tweaking and sucking and even biting gently, until she was warm and swollen and tugging on his hair to get him to stop before it was all too much.
Tonight Spencer didn't go back to kissing her as his hands roamed lower. As he had suspected her underpants were damp, but not as much as last night, when he'd mistakenly thought that was enough. Now he knew better. He kissed her tummy as he peeled them off, then her inner thigh, where, as hokey as it sounded everything really did smell like some intoxicating flower.
"What are you doing?" She asked. But it came out as a moan and her legs relaxed and parted at his touch.
"Breathe." He told her as he ran his hand over the soft skin of her thighs. "Tell me to stop if you need." He said as he pressed a kiss to that scrap of natural redhead fur. Not a clue what he was doing but he was low on options at the moment. So he used his thumbs to open her. "Breathe." He said again. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out and as she did he gently stroked where that nub ought to be. He was rewarded with a groan and a slight thrust of her hips toward him. "Breathe." He repeated again, and this time on the out breath he lowered his head and licked.
"Spencer! Oh!"
It wasn't as bad as he had expected; salty, yes, and kind of tangy and somehow something sweet and rich under that. A few moments into it he started feeling a buzz, prostaglandins and pheromones and some witchlike mixture of biochemicals that was giving him some kind of all-natural high that only helped the situation. He quickly got a rhythm going, matching her breathing, the rocking of her hips, the way her hands fisted in the sheets as the sensation built. After a few moments of this he carefully slid one finger in where she was (oh good heavens!) so very hot and tight and gently moved it in and out and deeper with every rock. Then he used two fingers, then a third, and then he told her to "Breathe and relax, here." And she opened for him as he spread his fingers to stretch and this flood of thick, gel-like moisture started literally running to ease his passage, which was exactly what he had hoped for.
With his other hand he took her and settled her fingers over that tiny nub, now so very swollen and ready. "Keep breathing." He said as she almost instinctively started working herself while his fingers continued to fill her. He didn't exactly need any help himself, he was already hard enough to explode, all he had to do was fumble down his pants and slide up her body until he could position himself at the slick place his fingers occupied.
"Yes!" She was pleading, begging in between those sweet little moans. "Spence, please! Please!"
It was easy this time, she was slick and open and ready now. He pulled his fingers free, quickly coated himself (oh god!) with that thick gel and slipped into her, very nearly all the way in one thrust. In response she thrust her hips up and took him to the hilt, still working herself, almost using him to get herself where she needed to go. And he had no qualms with that, just seeing her entire being suffused with that intense pleasure while she surrounded him was nearly enough to do him in. Then she started rocking her hips up into him, setting something that felt very nearly like a vacuum sealed with all that wetness and sucking him in tight and all thinking stopped as she suddenly tightened around him and howled! "Ohhhh! Spencer, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
He didn't even think. His hips snapped forward without him, once, twice, and the force of it rolled down from his spine and it was his turn to howl as he emptied himself into her.
Last night after he had filled her she had complained of some kind of almost-cramping. Tonight it was clear what it was supposed to be. A heartbeat after he finished, after she had pulled her hands free and had reached for him, her eyes went wide. "Oh god!" She gasped and then she tightened and came again, this time even harder, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks for the morning. She managed one strangled scream as she tightened before collapsing back on the bed and shuddering.
He landed on his forearms, gently cupping her face as he caught his breath. "Laura, are you okay?" She opened eyes dilated to darkness to look at him, then she smiled and started laughing, this easy, right laugh that just went on and on. If he didn't know better he'd think she was…."You're high." He informed her. But then he was feeling more than a little buzzed himself.
"Yeah." She managed to gasp out. "We should do it again, that was fun ."
It was fun. Sex could just be fun. For fun, with the right playmate. "Brilliant idea."
