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I walked into my house. Our house. My house. The house in which I lived with my future wives. That house. The outside had a loop before the garage of red gravel and a long gravel driveway. There was a column of trees as a windbreaker off to the east side of the house. The building was two stories and had red stone by the base cobbled together before red-brown wood planks and tall glass windows.
Over the double door front entrance was an arcing roof and great glass windows. The master had large windows by the head of the bed and in the bathroom. There was a patch with a patio at the front entrance and a hanging balcony patio out back.
At once it was very different to and similar to the house I thought I grew up in. It had a lot of rooms. It was very tall. The kitchen and family room and atrium were large with hanging chandeliers in the atrium. But the color scheme was different from the white house I recalled. They both had tall windows but the overall floor plan was different. Too different to say that they were similar in any way. I also wasn't sure which room my mother slept in in that tall white house. I couldn't remember where the master was. Maybe it hadn't been anywhere at all.
I moved from the garage through the laundry room. To my left was the master and two bedrooms. To my right was the dining room and kitchen and past that was the family room, atrium, and stairs leading up to the other rooms where the kids would one day reside. Past even that was the office annex.
Ruby was in the kitchen baking cookies. She was wearing a pair of shorts and one of my hoodies. At a guess I would say that was all she was wearing with no bra but probably panties. Bras were, I had learned, uncomfortable. They were the fist casualty whenever either of my ladies arrived at home. Which I was fine with. The less clothes they wanted to wear, the better.
"How was work?" Ruby asked. She popped a ball of cookie dough into her mouth and marched around the kitchen island to the fridge and found the eggs. She shut the fridge behind her and danced back around to her dough.
I walked slowly in her direction. Like she was a gazelle I was afraid would get spooked. I stalked up on her slowly and steadily.
"Well?" She demanded. "Don't ignore me!"
"Work was fine. I worked one on one with this girl who has a precognitive semblance. She has some blind spots I'm worried will get her killed."
"Don't be so negative. I'm sure she does fine."
"She got both her legs broken by this gravity manipulator serial killer."
"Dark," Ruby granted. I came up behind her. "But I'm sure you do your best to help her so she doesn't get hurt again. You always take so much responsibility on yourself. You could probab-eep!"
I grabbed her by the sides all at once and started tickling her fiercely by poking the places around her ribs.
"Cloud!" She giggled. "Cloud! Stop!"
I didn't. I picked her up into the air so her feet kicked as I thrashed her mercilessly. She couldn't stop laughing as I poked her over and over. I poked just beneath her ribs and she bent and cackled in a delicious laugh.
"Cloud! I mean it!"
I didn't let up. I held her in the air and tickled her until she was pink and panting and only then did I set her down but I kept my arms wrapped around her waist as I held her from behind. She breathed hard and a few last laughs escaped her as I just held her close to me. She turned around grinning up at me with the glow of her laugh around her face. Her short hair was covering her eyes a little when her bangs got all messed up.
I could tell she really wasn't wearing a bra. I knew it! And she was doing just to tease me! "Pfft." She blew her hair out of her face and I kissed down along her neck. She shivered in my arms and leaned on the countertop near the stove. I pushing her until her elbows were down and her butt was out and she looked so delicious with her legs spread apart ever so slightly. "Cloud…" she whined as I sucked between her jawline and her ear. She leaned into my touch. I took my right hand and found her waistline. I teased with her pants and the place above her womanhood and below her hard abdominals.
"You should be on this countertop," I whispered.
"W-why's that?" She breathed.
"It's where the snacks belong. And you, sweetheart, are a full meal. I'm about this close to eating you."
"I'm making cookies…" she whined and tried to shrug away from my kisses. But I knew I was turning her on. I could see her pokies through my hoodie. "Cloud…"
"Play hard to get all you like," I hummed. "You ought to be ashamed of how you tease me."
"I'm not teasing you on purpose!"
"Hard to prove," I countered.
"Well I'm not!"
"Sure you're not. My hoodie with nothing on underneath and those tight little shorts. And you just prance and dance around the kitchen without a thought in your pretty little head of what you're doing to me. Is that right?"
"We-well… when you put it like that…" she panted.
"When I describe the situation? You mean?" I asked bewildered.
"I'm just in comfortable clothes baking cookies. And brownies. And cookies in the brownie batter," she blew some hair out of her face and leaned into my kisses.
"Delicious," I hummed as I sucked on her neck and tasted her sugary cinnamon flavor. Just a hint of fresh flowers and something sweet.
"Cookie-brownies are good…"
"Sweetheart I'm talkin' about you. Your aura is so sugary. It tastes good going down. And when I feel you against me it just smells so right."
"Your aura feels nice wrapped around me…" she sighed back into my kisses.
"I think you like it. This sick power you have over me. You like drawing me out and making me hungry for you. You do, don't you? You love that I can't keep my hands to myself."
"Y-y-you say that now…" she stuttered as I nibled on her earlobe. "We'll see if you still feel that way when I'm pregnant with your baby."
"I can't imagine I'll want to hold you down and make love to you then. But we'll see what happens to my protective instincts when you start bringing my sons and daughters into this world."
She shivered in my arms again.
"You're going to be a loving, doting father," she purred as I kissed the back of her neck and the apex of her head.
"We'll see," I disagreed in part.
"You're already a good husband. Or good husband material. I'm not Ruby Strife yet. Neither is Weiss 'Weiss Strife.' But you're already sweet and you want to take care of me."
"You don't need me to take care of you…" I trailed.
"But I will. And so will Weiss. She wants your babies too. We'll fill up this whole house with them. What will you do then?"
"I'll run the fuck away. You want four and Weiss wants two."
"You will not you big liar. You're such a liar! You've never run from any responsibility. Even responsibilities nobody asked you to take up." I stepped back and away from her. She stepped with me and took my arms and made me wrap her up. She turned and looked at me with a gleam in her silver eyes. "And I'm asking you to take responsibility. Isn't that right?"
I shuffled uncomfortable but she just leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the nose.
"You'll take care of me. Won't you? Cloud?"
"You're not giving me much of a choice…"
"No. I suppose I'm not." She started backing me up with her eyes glowing under her red and black hair. "Maybe Weiss was right. Are we cruel to you? Oh how rude of you to bring your thoughts into our bedroom."
"It's not condescending to be so scared I might hurt you," I defended myself. She kept backing me with her raw honesty and emotion.
"You can't hurt me. You silly, silly man," she informed me brutally. My back pressed against a tan wall near the door to the garage. She leaned forward at me where I was pressed against the wall. "You're so scared. It doesn't have to be that way, you know."
"It sort of does. It keeps me in check." I glanced away from her but there wasn't any real escape when she wrapped her arms around my stomach and rested her chin on my chest to look up at me.
"Why so scared?" She pressed.
"The usual suspects," I sighed. Salem and Merlot. I brought a hand up and stroked through her hair. "Plus you want my kids and I'm schizoaffective. That can be genetic."
"I demand that you be optimistic regarding our babies," she ordered. "None of this sad talk about them. None of this negativity. They are our babies. They'll be fine. We will make sure that they are fine. I'm sure that if Salem does something, you'll take plenty of action."
"What if it's not enough…?" I protested.
"It will be enough. You'll see. You'll take care of us. You'll take care of me," she cannibalized me with a tiny, adorable voice. I couldn't say 'no' to her. I just couldn't. I never could. She just looked up at me with those big silver eyes and got whatever she wanted.
"You are cruel to me. You put me in a terrible position. You strip me of my freedom and make me love you for it." I stroked her pretty red and black hair and she pushed her head into the motion like a kitten. She was boxing me with kid gloves on and she was winning.
"I love you," she purred up at me. I swallowed hard. "I love you and I want a big family with you. And I want you to take care of me like I know you can. I want you to take care of our babies like I know you can. I'm proud of you. What you do isn't easy and you've done it all with me at your heart. What can I say besides I love you and thank you and I'm proud of you?" She glowed up at me. I looked away. She reached and cupped my cheek and made me look down at her. She still had her eyes closed. "I can't wait until I'm married to you and we can start trying," she pushed on relentlessly. "We can put all this pent up hunger you have for me to good use." I breathed out shakily. She must have felt it with how she was cupping my face in her hands. I bent low and kissed her. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me down into her. She brought my head forward in the cradle of her arms as I held her lower lip between both of mine. She hummed into my mouth contentedly.
A timer went off and I made to pull back but she whined. "Kiss me," she pleaded. "Let me worry about the cookies."
I kissed her again and I slid my tongue forward into her mouth. She gently sucked on it and I groaned which made her smirk around my tongue. My hands came forward and grabbed her by the hips. I pulled her in close to me so she pressed against me tightly from pelvis to chest. She pulled back and wiggled her head to maneuver hair out of her face. I reached up and stroked her crimson locks out of her face and she beamed up at me. Then she turned and walked away in those little shorts and just my hoodie on top. And boy I hated to see her leave but I loved to watch her go.
"You should change out of your hunting clothes. Before Weiss makes you," she informed me as she pulled a tray of cookies out of the oven. I sighed.
"I like my hunting clothes…"
"But you know Weiss is going to make you. So why wait for her to? Change. Pretty please?"
"If you asked me to shoot myself and said 'pretty please' like that I would have to do it."
"Pretty please stop talking about shooting yourself," she fired in a harsher tone.
"You know what?" I demanded slightly exasperatedly.
"What's that?" She asked. She picked at a gooey cookie on the sheet and whined when it fell apart. She sounded genuinely curious about where I was going to take this. She sounded like a sweetheart.
I didn't have anything. She was too adorable. She made me at once feel like a man and on that same hand made me feel defenseless. What was I gonna do? She had me so firmly by the dick that I couldn't get away and I didn't really want to. She could finish me or she could finish me. I groaned and rubbed my face.
"Do I drive you a little nuts?" She wondered. "How do you tolerate me?"
"You're gorgeous and sexy and that's fine and all but your personality is so fuckin' on point that you can do whatever you want to me and I would thank you for it," I informed her grimacing all the while. "You brutalize me with your cuteness. Just fuckin' blow me away. End me. Finish me the fuck off."
"But I don't want to," she shot me in the heart. It was devastating. She picked at her cookie and whined when she burned herself. She licked chocolate off her fingers and got some on her lips.
I took long fuckin' steps in her direction and picked her up and set her on the counter. Then I pulled her in and kissed the chocolate off her face nice and slowly and sucking on her lips all the while. She moaned and wrapped her legs around me and her arms around my neck. She crossed her feet behind me to pull my in closer and I grabbed her by the shorts so that our pelvises met.
"You absolute sadist!" I gasped. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? Do you care at all about how crazy you make me? Do you even notice or do I look like a bug on your windshield?" I slid my hand under the hoodie she was wearing and up her stomach. She moaned and gasped against my lips.
"It's not my fault…" she whined and I throbbed for her. I twitched in my pants at her words. Gods above, she made me ache in a way that was all too pleasant and all too painful. I wanted to rip her to pieces and spread her apart and split her open.
"You're comin' with me." I decided. I picked her up and started carrying her to the master.
"But my cookies..."
"They'll be cool and ready and waiting when I'm done givin' you what you deserve."
"What do I deserve?" She wondered.
"I'll show you. I'm about to give it to you so you'll just have to wait and see."
I tossed her onto the bed. She crawled there and undid the button on her pants. I grabbed her shorts and pulled them off of her. She spread her legs wide for me all inviting. I pulled my shirt off and my baggy pants and I crawled on top of her and pinned her beneath me. She reached down and grabbed my by the dick and I moaned into her mouth at the touch of her tiny hands.
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-WG
