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Author's note: Hey everyone! Happy Halloween and thank you for coming back! This fic is a part of the 30 days surrera countdown! 12 more days to go and I can't wait! This one is M rated for a smutty Halloween special. I am also here to say that there will be no more one shots coming up regularly on Thursdays anymore, for now. Life gets in the way of writing, unfortunately. I will keep updating Daughter and The One That Got Away, alternating between them on Mondays.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one and leave me your thoughts.
"I can't believe you let them watch those movies." Andy grunts as she watches the mayhem her neighborhood has become on the evening of Halloween.
The streets are busy, as one can expect them to be. There are kids of all ages, from toddlers who just learned how to walk, wobbling on unsteady, chubby feet, to pre-teenagers, enjoying what might as well be their last year of trick or treating, since they may decide next year they have grown too old for this kind of tradition. The kids are running around, knocking excitedly on every closed door, reaching their bowls and baskets out and asking for candy.
There are some teenagers and young adults as well walking down the streets, wearing costumes far more revealing than scary, so it is easy enough to know they are not children anymore. They are probably hopping from party to party, drinking and dancing from the early evening hours up until the sun will rise once again come tomorrow morning. Andy can't really say she knows what it is like, to be so carefree and reckless. It has always been just her and Ryan, and she never was the type to get drunk at sixteen and do things she might regret the following morning, but she can sure as hell imagine.
The streets are crowded with children just being children, reveling in the most exciting evening of the year, and the Herrera- Sullivan kids are no different. Well, maybe the second most exciting evening of the year, almost tying up with Christmas Eve, but not completely.
"What's wrong with these movies?" Robert asks. "I like them."
They let Ray and Luke run ahead, knowing the two of them will be exhausted if they tried to keep up, but they made it clear to their six years olds that they have to stay where their parents can still see them.
The thought of the amount of energy her kids seems to have, combined with the unavoidable sugar rush they are bound to have after eating as many candies as their little stomach can hold, gives Andy a headache. She will have to postpone her plans to much, much later that night. Their shift starts early tomorrow morning, but she spent so much time and thought coming up with this treat for him, and more importantly, hiding it away from him, that there is no way she is going to let the night end before she executes her plans.
The thought makes her blush, and Andy is quick to shake her head and get rid of that specific mental image. It will have its time and place, but it is definitely not now, in front of their children. And besides, she will hate to spoil his surprise.
"For a start, they are way too violent."
"You sound like such a mom. I just thought they might enjoy them, considering the fact their names match two of the main characters."
"Well, as far as I remember, you were the one who wanted me to be a mom. You were the one to put that idea on the table first. You were the one waiting eagerly for me to be on board." Andy stops and raises her brows at him, crossing her arms around her chest.
"Do you regret it?" Robert asks, even though both of them know that Rayna and Lucas are the two greatest things to ever happen to them.
Andy thinks of the question as her eyes move between her daughter and her son. Luke was the first one to fall in love with that movie franchise. He wears a long cape with a hood that covers his head, and moves his plastic lightsaber around. Andy warned him, told him he would hit someone on the head with his toy, but he obviously didn't listen, as he keeps making a "woosh" sound as he spins the weapon, trying to imitate the sound effects from the movie.
Andy believes Ray only got into those movies because her brother seemed to enjoy them so much. She looks up to him, even though he is only older than her by three whole minutes, and when she found out Luke isn't the only one sharing a name with a character in the Star Wars world, her eyes glistened, and Andy didn't have it in her to tell the girl her name and Rey's are spelled differently.
The girl wears Rey's costume, and even though Andy did her best with her hair, it doesn't look quite the same. But the girl is so happy, carrying around a BB8 candy bucket in one hand and her lightsaber in the other, that Andy's heart feels like it melts in her chest.
"Never. Not for a moment." Andy answers. Robert leans in and places a kiss on her lips. It is something chaste and quick, yet it is the exact moment their kids decide to turn around to see if their parents are still on their tail. Andy and Robert can both hear the exaggerated sound of disgust coming from their children, and that makes them giggle, makes them look into each other's eyes deeply.
"Mom, dad, come on, before everyone runs out of candy!" Lucas rushes them along. Robert takes Andy's hand in his and laces their fingers as the both of them make their way towards the gate Luke and Ray stand patiently at, waiting for their turn to ask for treats from the owner.
"Why didn't you dress up?" Robert asks her.
"I did. I am a firefighter." Andy answers, pointing down at her outfit. When Robert heard his children's desire to dress up as two characters from the Star Wars saga for Halloween, he jumped on board immediately. He dressed up as Han Solo, or at least tried to, and even though his costume is quite improvised, he looks as handsome as always in it.
Andy has another costume, waiting for her, or to be more exact, waiting for him, in her closet, but it is not the kind of costume she could just wear to an evening of trick or treating down their street.
"Andy you are a firefighter. That's what you do for a living. And besides, it isn't as if you even wear your turnout gear. You wear a crew T-shirt and jeans, that hardly counts."
"Well, I wasn't planning on painting myself gold and going as C3PO." Andy bites.
"Someone knows her way around Star Wars." Her husband grins.
"How could I not? The kids are sitting in the living room, glued to it, most hours of the day. And it is your fault." She pokes her finger in his chest.
The group of children that stood before Ray and Luke disappears, and the two children run excitedly to the closed door, knocking on it. Andy doesn't know the mother who accompanies the group, but she sends her a knowing, sympathetic smile nonetheless, telling her she understands without using her words.
"Trick or Treat!" The two children offer, a little bit too loudly to Andy's taste, but she knows Halloween is not the time to scold them.
"Well, aren't you two adorable?" The woman who opened the door compliments. She is middle aged, with quite a bit of white hair, and a warm smile spread across her face. She reaches out for her candy stash, and fills in the kids' buckets. Andy took a peek at them just a few minutes ago, as she noticed they were getting quite heavy, and the children had a hard time carrying them around on their own. They were half full already, even before the stranger took a handful and placed them in each of their buckets. She is about to fill them again, and even though Andy knows it is an act of kindness, she is about to tell her to stop.
They won't be able to sleep, and the last thing Andy wants is to have two fussy, tired children come breakfast time tomorrow morning.
"Don't." Her husband stops her, placing a soft hand on her shoulder. "Let her treat them, and we will stop them at some point. Maybe we will make it a lesson about saving what they have for later and about self control."
"Fine." Andy breaths out. "But you are the one to tell them they have to stop indulging on all the candy and the chocolate."
"Make me the bad cop, why don't you?" Robert whispers
He is better with the kids, Andy knows that much. He has always been a natural. A natural parent, a natural father. Yet for Andy, it is still a learning curve, even six years later. She is constantly worrying she is doing the wrong thing, that she is damaging her children one way or another. It seems like they always listen to what he has to say, but if Andy says the exact same thing, she is met up with resistance more often than not, especially coming from Rayna.
Robert keeps telling Andy that it's just a faze, that their daughter will move up past it at some point of her life, but the older she gets, Ray seems to be more attached to her father with everyday that passes, while Luke is content with either of them, as long as he gets the attention he needs.
"You two are twins, aren't you?" The woman asks.
"Yes ma'am." The two of them answer in unison.
"And what are you dressed up as?" She asks, trying to form a small conversation. Maybe that is the reason they had to wait quite a few minutes before Ray and Luke could come to the front door. She seems to interact with every group who stops by, but Andy doesn't mind. This is probably the last house they are going to visit anyway, given the fact that her children's buckets and eyelids all seem to be getting heavy.
"We are Luke and Rey from the Star Wars movies!" Luke answers excitedly, and reaches out his lightsaber for her to see.
"And what are your names?"
"I am Ray." The girl answers.
"And I am Luke, nice to meet you!" He greets.
"Oh, no, I meant to ask what your real names are." The older woman explains, thinking that the two children understood her question wrong.
"Those are our real names." Ray pouts, can't really understand why the stranger thinks she gave the wrong answer.
"Well, it seems like your parents are big Star Wars fans, then." The woman looks at Andy and Robert now, smiling at them knowingly.
"Oh no." Andy is quick to correct. "No, no, no. They are named after two people we cared about deeply and we lost, not about characters from a stupid science fiction franchise."
When she looks at Robert, he smiles wildly at her, and she knows that he is holding himself back, trying not to laugh at her theatrical reaction.
"Well, either way, have a Happy Halloween!" The woman greets warmly as she is about to close the door, and let the group of kids who stand behind them, restless, the opportunity to go through the whole process again.
"May the force be with you!" Ray calls, and the two kids turn around to continue their adventure.
"Hey, Ray, where are your manners? I think you know by now you are supposed to thank the nice lady." Andy scolds. She didn't want to make a fuss, didn't want to reprimand her children on a holiday, in front of curious eyes, but she has had enough, and she knows her husband will do nothing about it, considering the fact that whenever his daughter gives him that look, he becomes a putty in her hands.
Maybe it isn't the fact that Rayna loves Robert more. Maybe the girl just learned to know quickly that her father will always cuddle her, while her mom doesn't fall so easily to that puppy dog eyes and the innocent look.
"Jedi don't say thank you, mom!" Luke interrupts.
Andy glares at her husband and crosses her arms across her chest. "What's wrong with those movies, uh?"
"Here you go." Andy offers her husband a cup of coffee. He sits at the table and watches their kids as they run around frantically, going through the wrappers of the chocolate they already had and the packages of the candies they didn't, fueled by sugar and adrenaline. Andy stands right behind him, wrapping her arm around his neck and kisses his cheek.
"We won't be able to fall asleep." Robert warns, but takes a large chug out of his mug anyway. The warm and rich drink fills his senses, and he hums his appreciation as he keeps gulping on half of the large cup.
"Well, neither will they." Andy points out at her children, who started throwing hard candy at each other. "So much for making this Halloween a lesson." Andy smiles and kisses the exact same spot again.
"Well, I might have gotten a little bit distracted by the look Ray gave me earlier." Her husband shrugs. "This girl…" Robert's words fade, but Andy knows exactly what he means by that.
"Just be careful now." She pulls out another chair and sits on it. "In no time at all, she is going to use that look toward someone who isn't her daddy." Andy teases. She knows it works him up, the idea of Rayna seeing someone, being in a relationship, even though it is still very far away from where they are now, from the six years old girl who waves her lightsaber in front of her twin brother.
It does just that, and in a moment he looks upset, bothered by the idea. "Please, don't ever bring it up again until she is thirty." Robert sighs and cradles his head in his hands.
For a long while the two of them stay put, watching their kids play with each other, letting out all the excess energy that has been building up inside of them for the entire day, until Andy takes a peek at the watch. It is way past their usual bedtime, and they are going to be fussy and very hard to handle come morning.
"Okay, mister 'Just let them have a few more candies', I am going to leave bedtime to you tonight." Andy announces to her husband. As the two kids hear the word bedtime, they turn around quickly. They both have disappointed looks on their faces, but Andy can see the sugar rush fading off, and the tiredness taking its place on their two little bodies.
"Alone?" Robert asks, his eyes wide open in terror. It is usually a task the two of them tackle together, having two kids at the same age, neither of them being exactly easy.
Andy presses her mouth against his ear and whispers seductively "I have a treat for you. Or a trick, depends on how you want to look at it."
She can see him swallow hard, see his Adam's apple bob and his eyes widen, and with that she is up from her chair and tries to make her way up to their bedroom. He is quick to grab her by her wrist, and she loses her balance, landing down on his lap, making a sound of surprise as she lets out the air in her lungs . "A treat, uh?" He asks. His lips find hers, and they kiss, even though neither of them forgets their kids are there to watch even for a second.
"Can you please stop doing that?" Luke asks, the same expression of disgust on his face again. Their kids are not too excited about the public displays of affection their parents share from time to time, to say the least, even though they are supposed to be used to it by now.
"No." His mother answers, but detached herself from her husband nonetheless. "Don't forget to take them out of their costumes and to make sure they brush their teeth." She leans back in, whispering low enough so only he will be able to hear her. "Come to our bedroom only when you are sure they are asleep, lock the door and keep your costume on." Andy gives him her list of orders. She places another peck to his cheek and raises up, walking to her children.
As she lowers herself to be at their eye level, Andy can see their faces are covered with chocolate, their little teeth stained brown. Good. That will keep Robert busy long enough for her to put on all the different pieces of clothing and to do her hair in the right manner. "Daddy is going to put you to bed tonight, so promise me you will be good to him." Andy requests, and the two nod their heads. "Good night princess." Andy kisses Ray's cheek. "Good night, little monkey." She kisses her son's cheek, and adds a tickle to his belly, just for good measures.
"I am not a monkey, I am a Jedi!" The boy protests, giggling. As Andy lets him go and makes her way to the stairs, she gives her daughter one last glance. The girl made her way to Robert, and now she reaches her arms up in the air toward him. He knows what she wants in a second, and lifts the girl up like she weighs nothing at all, then places her on his lap. Robert kisses the girl, who immediately looks content in her father's arms, and lifts his gaze up to his wife.
Andy sees Robert nodding at her, and then she disappears up the stairs, where they can't see her anymore, and she can't see her family. .
Andy goes through her closet, looking for the bag she hid in the back a few weeks back, when her costume arrived in the mail. She has a hard time keeping her clever plan out of Robert's eyes, and he had his suspicions from time to time, but Andy managed to dismiss them all. She has never been too keen on Halloween, so when she told him she is not going to play along with that whole family costume madness they had going around the entire month of October, he believed her.
Andy enters the bathroom right next to the master bedroom, and locks the door, just in case he decides to come look for her, or he will manage, with the help of some kind of magical power, to put the kids to bed before she has a chance to get herself ready.
It is an elaborate costume, one that leaves very little room for imagination. She starts with her hair, wrapping it around in two buns, one on each side of her head. She takes her time, twists and pins every part to place, but using just the absolutely necessary amount of pins, so it would be easy enough for her to take it out when he will ask her to.
She knows he loves her hair to be down when they are in bed together. He likes to run his fingers through it, he likes to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger when they lie in the afterglow. On occasions, on nights they fight over the control, he likes to wrap her hair around his wrist and hold onto it, lightly maneuvering her head so he will have just the right angle to her neck, or to her jaw. The thoughts of those nights, the nights when his eyes are dark with lust but she refuses to give in, the thought of the times they bite and scratch and inflict pain upon each other until they find their release… It makes her head spin, it makes her hot and bothered. If she will keep that vivid image in her mind much longer, she might be ready for him before he will even have to touch her.
They don't engage in that kind of activity often since they became parents. Sure, they have a healthy sex life, but it isn't the same hot, dangerous, wild encounters they used to have, the ones who left them breathless, sometimes bleeding, and occasionally in a need them to replace an item in the house that got in the middle of their heated make out sessions.
He likes her hair to be down, but the costume won't be complete without Princess Leia's unique hairstyle, and she can't forfeit on it. They will be able to handle it later, when she will be out of the two piece costume, and he will shed his, too.
As her hands move to the other side of her head, twisting her hair and trying to get in to be as close to what she did just a few minutes before, there is a lump in her stomach. What if he won't like it?
Andy shakes that thought out of her head as soon as it creeps it's way there. She knows her husband is attracted to her, as attracted as he was when they shared their first kiss. Her body isn't the same as it was, carrying two babies in one pregnancy definitely has its toll, but he swears to her that he wants her just the same, if not more. Stretch marks and all.
She stares at her handiwork when she is done, moving her head from side to side carefully to see if the buns are somewhat even. She is not a hairdresser by any means, but as far as she is concerned, she did quite a good job getting her hair to look as close as one possibly can to the character from the 1983 movie.
Next up is her costume. She takes out the two pieces, and gives them a once over, a little bit scared, as if she is afraid they are going to come to life all of a sudden and eat her alive.
She puts the top part on first. It isn't so bad, resembling some kind of a bikini top in gold and red, but a bit more revealing than what she would normally wear when she goes to the beach or to the pool. The bottom part of her outfit is up next, a golden underwear with a burgundy colored fabric attached to it, which reveals quite a lot of leg and can't exactly be considered as a skirt.
After she is done getting dressed, she gives herself another once over in the mirror. Her stomach is exposed, and there is chill going up and down her naked arms. She feels sexy, she feels mischievous, she feels alive, a way she hasn't felt in a very long time, as their routine consists mainly of work and taking care of their kids and the house, leaving very little time for anything else.
Andy sits on the edge of the large bathtub, thumping her heel up and down nervously, the worry creeping back in again. Maybe it was all a mistake. She thought this could spice things up a bit, could make him all giddy and excited, make them feel a little bit like the couple they were six years ago, only if for a night. But as she waits to hear his footsteps walking into the bedroom, and the soft sound of the bolt as it clicks, letting her know the door is locked, she feels anticipation, one that is mixed with anxiety.
"Babe?" Andy can hear her husband calling for her. She jumps up from the spot she sits in and straights down her outfit, makes sure nothing got wrinkly in her wait.
"You locked the door?" Andy asks softly, her voice shaking a bit.
"Yeah…" She can hear his answer coming from the other side of the door, now that he finally found out where she was hiding while he had to make sure the children wore their pajamas and waited for the two of them to be fast asleep .
"Good. Now climb up the bed and close your eyes." She orders. She gives him a few moments to fulfill her request, then twists the key in its hole and opens the door just enough to be considered a crack, so she can get a good look at him. He is lying on his back, his limbs sprawled, his eyes shut close tight.
He is as handsome as ever, even with his clothes still on, and Andy can't hold herself back from biting her lower lip and exiting the bathroom slowly.
She walks toward him, climbs up the bed and moves on top of him, placing each of her knees on different sides of his hips. She covers his eyes with her hand, just to make sure he is not trying to sneak a peek.
"Andy, what is this all about?" Robert asks.
She takes a deep breath in, then lets it out slowly through gritted teeth.
Show time.
The hand that covers his eyes disappears, and Robert blinks twice to get adjusted, even though the room is only dimly lit. His eyes scan her appearance, head to toe, swallowing her whole. He makes sure he doesn't leave anything out of his sight, makes sure he burns the picture of her in that costume deep into his memory.
When Andy sees her husband is left with his mouth half open and completely speechless, she smiles slyly. "You like what you see?" She asks.
"Andy…" He breathes out her name, but before he has a chance to say anything further, her finger is on his lips, hushing him, holding him from voicing another word.
"It is Princess Leia for you." She corrects.
"Oh really?" Robert raises a brow at her direction, teasing. "I thought it is supposed to be Rachel." He refers to a certain TV sitcom the both of them enjoy watching together when the kids are fast asleep.
"You are so funny." Andy answers, and lowers herself down to kiss her husband. Unlike the kiss they shared when their kids were still around, this one heats up quickly. Andy grabs his shirt as her tongue slides in, searching for his. They kiss and they kiss, her eyes shut close, her entire self is dedicated to the sensation he inflicts when he bites down on her lower lip.
She moves a little bit up his body, so she is pressed snug against the very present bulge in his pants, even if her knees are already aching, and her entire body feels like it is about to give in. "So you do like what you see, don't you?" She inquires, and leans back to catch his lips in another kiss.
"Wait, wait." Robert begs, placing his hands gently on her arms and pushes her away. Andy pouts, her heart pounding, her cheeks catching a slight tint of red. Maybe he is not in the mood for sex. Maybe he is tired, and after an evening of running around and trying to keep up with their sugar fueled kids, she can understand it if he would like to call it a night, rather than start something that will probably keep them awake for much longer, especially due to the fact that their kids need to attend school tomorrow, and they have to show up at the station.
"Is something wrong?" Andy asks, hesitantly.
"It is just the door. What if they wake up in the middle of the night and need us?" Robert asks, his voice filled with concern.
"Babe…" Andy whispers, caressing his cheek with her thumb, trying to ease his mind. "They are not six months old anymore. They sleep through the night, and they know that if they feel sick or something happens, they should just call our names and we will hear them. When we will be done, we can unlock the door, but we won't have any fun if you will keep that grumpy expression on your face." She has that sly smile back on her lips now.
"What if they will hear us?" Robert raises another concern.
"Well, in that case…" Andy whispers, but instead of finishing the thought, her mouth finds his neck, and she starts to kiss there, letting her tongue out to lick his pulse point. "You will have to keep it down as much as you possibly can." She sucks then, hard, hard enough for him to throw his head back and for his fingernails to dig into the flesh of her thighs, easily in his reach thanks to the slit in the red fabric.
He mutters a silent 'Fuck', and Andy knows he wants to say more, he wants to be louder, but can't, not when their children are sleeping down the hall, not when they might as well still be awake, for all that they know.
"And of course, I am going to make it as hard for you as possible not to scream out my name." She teases. Andy tugs his shirt at the hem, and he understands immediately, sitting up so she will be able to pull it completely over his head and throw it across the room. She runs her fingernails up and down his abs softly, slowly, exploring every piece of skin with her hand and her eyes as if they have all the time in the world.
Andy leans down to give him another kiss, her eyes closed, her head spinning from the endless turns this night can take.
She doubted herself earlier, thought he won't be into the little role play she put together, but by the way he bites, by the way his breaths become heavy and he starts to move uncomfortably beneath her, she knows he enjoys the little game they are playing.
Andy thrusts her hips forward slowly, teasingly. She does it again, and again, and when she moves herself on top of him for the fourth time, Robert decides he has had enough, so he grabs her by the waist and flips her over.
Before Andy has a chance to gather her thoughts and understand what is going on, she is facing the ceiling, and then he is on top of her, his smug smile is back in her eyesight. "No way." Andy uses her the most threatening voice she can come up with, but it gains her nothing, not when he pins her entire body to the mattress using just enough of his weight, in a manner that holds her down good, but still allows her to breathe.
"Oh, but I thought you are supposed to be a princess." Robert points out the obvious. He has much space to work with, considering the fact her costume covers almost nothing. He starts with the swells of her breasts, licking, biting wherever he possibly can.
"What does the fact that I am a princess has to do with any of this?" Andy breaths out as he moves down to her belly. She is disappointed, hoping he would take her bra down, or at least move it to gain access to more of her breast. Instead, he seems to ignore it completely, and only touches the parts that are already exposed.
"Just sit back, and enjoy the royal treatment."
"I can't believe I married you." Andy giggles. "You are just too much sometimes." He knows that one exact spot, the one near her belly button, where she is extremely sensitive and ticklish, and he grazes his teeth just on that spot, which makes Andy squirm and laugh even louder.
So much for keeping it down to not wake the kids.
"Too late to regret that decision now." Robert states. He pulls down her entire bottom part with one, swift move, and Andy is pretty sure he ripped the fabric along the way.
Oh well. It isn't as if she ever planned to wear this costume again.
Robert slips a finger inside of her, teasing her with his light touch and not enough friction. Andy sighs softly as he moves the finger inside of her, closing her eyes and letting herself bath in the feeling of the foreplay.
"I barely touched you, but yet, you are almost ready." He breaths. Her eyes are shut close, but she can imagine how he looks at the moment well enough. His eyes dark with lust, his chest raising and falling, his face flustered. "Did you touch yourself when you were locked in that bathroom?" He asks.
Andy can't speak when he inserts another finger, starting to raise the pace up, little by little, so she just shakes her head stating that no, she hasn't done anything of that sort. "I just…" She breathes out. Her entire body is pulsing, aching, waiting for something more, something that will drive her crazy and push her over the edge.
"Use your words." Robert coaxes. He stills his hand inside of her, and it is him again, Andy knows that much. Teasing, torturing Robert, the man who takes pleasure in making her wait, in keeping her just at the edge of having an orgasm, but not quite there. She used to hate it, used to scream and fight her way thinking it will give her the desired release. But he hasn't used that voice for a long time, never really took his time around her, and where once was anger, now there is anticipation bubbling low in her belly.
"I… I didn't touch myself, I waited for you." Andy promises, then whimpers when he takes the hand out of her completely. "I just thought about the time we had sex on the sofa, and I accidently kicked a lamp and we were fucking each other in a middle of a broken glass mess."
"If my memory doesn't betray me, we went pretty hard on each other that night, didn't we?" Robert whispers.
Andy can feel him hovering above her, knows he is about to do something, anything, but right now, she feels nothing but his tickling, warm breaths against her bare stomach. It drives her mad, the waiting, the unknown, her entire body tenses up as the seconds pass and the air seems to be charged with electricity.
Then he tugs down the top of her costume and takes the nipple of her left breast in between his teeth, sucking hard.
Andy lets out a scream, can't help it, doesn't have a moment to think before he releases his catch and moves up to the other, licks his way across the valley between her breasts, then gives the other nipple the exact same treatment the first one got. "I thought you said we have to keep it down as best as we can." Robert teases when he is finally done, uses her own words against her.
His hand finds her nipples, and even though they are slippery, and he doesn't quite manage to have the same pinch his teeth did, it does the trick for her, and soon she is wiggling beneath him, searching for something to give her friction between her legs. "More." She begs.
"Move to the edge of the bed." Robert orders. It makes the knot in her belly tighter, the thought of what is about to come, and she positions herself just in the right manner so he could have the exact access he needs as he kneels on the floor in front of her.
"You know, for someone who resisted when I flipped her over, you seem pretty content with me having my way around you now."
"Robert, I think that mouth of yours should be put to much better use than talking." She answers, her throat dry, her voice hoarse. She links her ankles behind his back, prompting him to move closer to her, to put his lips and his teeth and his tongue exactly where she needs them to be.
If one of the kids is going to search for their parents now, she is going to die, embarrassed and unsatisfied.
Then he touches her just in the right spot, and her mind goes black, every thought disappearing from her head like magic. He sucks on her clit, and she thrusts her hips forward, looking for more. More friction, more pressure, more of everything he is able to give her. He does it again, then his tongue comes out, licking, and Andy can feel the pleasure starting to build low in her stomach. His fingers find their way into her, and they are pumping, moving, adding another kind of feeling to the mix.
"I… I want you inside of me." Andy whispers, finding the words barely in the haze that is her mind. He can make her come using his hand and his lips, and he usually does, usually makes the pleasure wash over her, then he does it again, while he rocks inside of her, or she moves on top of him. She doesn't know why, but tonight is different, and she wants more, needs more. She doesn't want to wait even a second longer before he is inside of her, filling her in, stretching her muscles out.
He doesn't stop, keeps working her out the way he previously did, thinking her request was just another part of their game of control. Andy manages to push herself up to a sitting position, and places her hands on his bare shoulders. "Robert, please." Andy pleads.
He looks up at her, and when he does, she can see how much he loves her, after all those years, and it is stronger than words could ever express, louder than they can ever be sound.
He rips his pants off faster than the speed of light, and then he climbs on top of her, ready to push himself inside.
"What are you doing?" Andy inquires. She slips under him and makes him turn around, until she is the one to be on top of him. "As you said before, I am a princess. I need a throne to sit on." She teases. She leans forward, their kiss is sloppy, filled with tongue and desire. His fingernails push down hard on her skin, in a manner she is sure will leave crescent marks on her thighs, as he encourages her to sink into him.
She does just that, takes him in fully, until he is balls deep inside of her and she can feel him all the way to that deep spot inside of her she really, really likes. It feels good, so good, even when she is completely still, even as she is still getting adjusted.
If it was up to her, they would have been in this position, having him snug between her legs, every night. And maybe all it takes is for her to initiate it, to do something that will help them get started.
They seemed to find their rhythm pretty easily after that.
She starts to move on top of him, slowly at first, then picks up the pace, just like she knows he likes, just in the way that makes his eyes roll and his head fall back, the way that makes him thrust his hips up to the rhythm she dictates. His thumb finds her clit, and in a moment she is back to where she used to be before, so close to finding her release.
"Faster." Andy begs, and Robert understands immediately. He moves his thumb faster, thrust his hips harder, and in the moment the pleasure washes over her, wave after wave of complete bliss taking over her body. He is quick to follow, needs a few more sharp moves to get himself to the finish line.
The room is filled with a faint smell of sweat and the sounds of their heavy panting. She doesn't move, even when she can feel him going limp inside of her.
"Andy, we need to clean up." Robert whispers. He pushes himself up with his hands and places a soft kiss to her forehead, before he picks her up and moves her off of him carefully.
"That's it? You got laid and now you are going to disappear?" Andy jokes. She crawls between the blankets, feeling satisfied and content, reluctant to leave their little bubble.
"Never." He promises her seriously, and then places another soft kiss, this one to her lips. "I have an idea, though, but you have to get dressed first."
Her curiosity takes the better part of her, and she rolls out of bed. She is a mess, her hair in a weird shape, looking nothing like the do she had on earlier, and she still has the top part of the costume on, even though it covers nothing at this point.
"Sorry." Robert speaks when he sees her struggling to get the piece off of her. "I didn't quite know how to take it off, so I just left it there." He chuckles. It is a warm, low chuckle, and it does something to Andy, shifts something inside of her, and she is tempted to sit on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and order him to finish what he started earlier.
She does no such thing, even though she knows he will happily obey if she just requests so, just fumbles with the golden material until it finally gives in and she is able to take it off. She gets herself clean quickly, then pulls one of her husband's T-shirts down her body, and adds a pair of shorts, before she undoes her hair in a few quick moves, which results in her hair falling down her shoulders in waves.
"I missed this." Robert whispers as he unlocks the door. He runs his fingers through her soft locks, and then he leans in to kiss her.
The kiss is chaste, too chaste, and before she knows it, Andy doesn't have the warmth of his body against hers, doesn't have his lips as they melt into hers.
"Come on." He takes her hand in his. They tiptoe down the stairs, feeling like thieves in their own house. They try to keep it down as much as possible, especially as they walk past the kids' bedrooms, but when Robert hits a wall in the darkness, Andy can't help but laugh, then covers her mouth with her free hand.
When they reach the living room, Robert turns on one of the lights, just enough for them not to stumble around in complete darkness. Then he eyes whatever is left of the kids' candy stack, and Andy understands immediately.
"Oh no, we can't do this to them." Andy tries to make her husband think through his plan again.
"You are supposed to eat after you have sex, you know." Robert tries to excuse the fact that he makes his way toward the two buckets and goes through their content until he finds the Hershey Kiss he was looking for. "We lost a lot of calories. It was quite the workout."
"It hardly counts as food." Andy looks at the kiss he just hands her.
"Just one chocolate each. They won't even feel they are missing any."
"Fine." Andy huffs and unwraps hers.
"Cheers." Robert offers, clicking his chocolate with hers, then pushing it into her mouth instead of his. Andy is taken by surprise, but bounces up rather quickly, and bites his thumb seductively when he lets his fingers out of her mouth. She does the same for him, and in a moment they find themselves sprawled on the couch, tangled with each other, feeding one another chocolate from their children's trick or treat haul.
"We will make it up to them." Andy tries to justify as she slides her hand back into Ray's bucket.
"We will." Robert agrees, then leans in to kiss his wife once again.