A/N: A nice little summer loving for Katie and Ned :) I wish it was warm, not snowing and that I owned a damn hot tub ugh. Enjoy! xx Mariah
Katie — 32
Ned — 36
Asher — 6
Willow —3
Forty-two. Forty-three. Forty-four. Forty-five.
Ned's breathing paced with his thoughts, pushing out as he benched the weight bar back up, his arms fully extended. He finished his reps of fifty and grunted, putting the bar of a hundred pounds back at rest. He laid back on the bench and breathed out, pushing himself up and clapping his hands together.
With his heart elevated and pumping against his throat, he rubbed the soreness out of his biceps as he stretched his arms above his head. The basement was the perfect idea for a home gym, well-lit, well-stocked with towels and sports drinks, stacked with weights, a treadmill, a few plush mats, and dumbbells up to fifty pounds. His stereo in the corner of the room blasted some classic rock, the beat of the music vibrating the floor.
He kept his feet shoulder-width apart and stretched his back, his hands on his hips as he twisted with a groan. He did sets of ten jumping jacks on the three-count, his eyebrows catching the sweat running down his forehead. After that, he did sets of twenty push-ups, one set with both arms, the next with his left arm, and the last with his right, following with seventy-five crunches and three sets of twenty squats between ten burpees.
He finished with a sigh, pushing himself up onto his feet. He was shirtless, wearing only an old pair of sweatpants. His sweatpants had dark lines of sweat underneath the curve of his ass, and they were lower down on his waist than usual. He walked to his shelf and grabbed a towel, wiping his face, and he caught sight of himself in the mirror in the corner of the room. Setting the towel over his bulky shoulder, he looked at his body in the mirror, flexing his biceps and his stomach before he nodded.
He knew his wife liked how he looked. That was one of the motivators; he had been athletic in high school, and after joining the police force working out was just as much for his mental health as it was for his physical health and work.
Turning off the music, he cleared his throat and uncapped a bottle of water, chugging it as he silently trekked upstairs. He hoped to see Katie on his way to the shower; she always liked how he looked after he worked out. His body glistening, muscles tense with effort, a faint hint of pink over his face, and the way his hair stuck to his skin.
He even peeked around the corner to see if she was in the living room with the kids, but the downstairs was empty.
She must've left with Asher and Willow while he was downstairs. Ned tried not to feel disappointed about the house being empty on his day off and not knowing where anyone was right now, but stretched his shoulders as he ran upstairs to their en suite for a quick shower. The water was cool on his hot skin, and he ran his hands through his hair, letting the water fall over his lips and trickle down over his chest.
The water was cold enough to make bumps rise on his skin, which felt great after an intense workout, and he tilted his head back to enjoy the sensations. He even imagined hearing his wife opening the door and whispering his name as she joined him in the shower, but that was limited to his imagination.
After he got out of the shower, having properly cleaned himself, he wrapped a towel around his waist, at first using it to dry his hair a little bit.
It was a warm Saturday morning.
He'd woken up a little later than he usually did because it was his day off— eight o'clock rather than five-thirty — and after his usual workout he would by now normally would be sitting down for a lovely breakfast with his wife and kids.
However, the kitchen was empty. He glanced at the time on the microwave, seeing it was nearly eleven. Wrinkling his nose, he walked into the backyard, making sure that his towel was tight around his waist, and he closed the door behind him as he walked down the steps of the back patio.
His beautiful wife lounged on the chair, lying on her stomach with her arms crossed underneath her cheek, a faint smile on her face as she enjoyed the warmth of the July sun. Her ankles were crossed, and she wore a blue-and-white striped bikini bottom, her top untied from her shining, gorgeous back.
Ned smiled softly, having spotted her, and he approached, sitting on the lounge chair beside her.
"Hey, you," he said before he reached out to press his hand on her back.
She jumped in surprise and hummed. "Morning, Ned," she said, peeking one eye open before she nuzzled back against her arm. "Did you come out here because you couldn't find breakfast?"
"No. I missed you." He said it like fact. "Where are the kiddos?"
She smiled genuinely at that. "My mom stopped by after you went downstairs for your workout. She wanted to bring Ash and Wills to that new kid's movie, and I thought, why not?" She shrugged. "They should be back around noon."
"That's nice of her. Did you call her, Katie?" Ned said as his smile eased into a relaxed expression, taking time to rub his hand lovingly up her back. Wordlessly, he traced his fingers up to her shoulders and began to massage with careful and affectionate finesse, a precision of knowing exactly where she was sorest. "Hmm… did you?"
"Well, it is my mom we are talking about. She does whatever I ask, usually, depends on her mood," she said, her words trailed off to a moan against him and smiled, allowing him to massage her with both hands before she slowly sat up. "Mama needs her daddy time, right? I feel like we haven't had more than an hour alone in like… three months."
Her bikini top wasn't tied around the back but was tied around her neck so it precariously dangled over her breasts, and she made no attempts to move it, comforted by the privacy of their fence around their backyard.
"Do you want to get in the hot tub with me?" She suggested playfully.
"I just showered," he sighed with a shrug.
"That's no good reason not to relax in the hot tub. It's one of my favorite things after a run on the treadmill," she replied, sitting up and facing him. She ran her hands up his arms. "Especially considering I know your workout and how bad your arms burn afterward."
He smirked. "Well, I don't have my swim trunks on." He teased.
"That's not a good reason either and you know it, Banks." She stood and stretched, standing on her tiptoes before she sighed. "To prove it… I'll do this."
Collecting her hair all onto one side of her shoulder, she plucked one string of her bikini so that the top fell onto the pavement. Katie smiled at Ned, who still sat on the lounge chair, and she stroked his cheek as she walked past him.
Watching her hips move from side to side as she walked with erotic confidence, he quickly stood, following her. She flipped the top open slowly and tested the water with her hand before she propped herself up on the edge and glanced over her shoulder at him.
"You coming?" She asked suggestively, a smirk on her lips.
Distantly, Ned could hear the Beatles playing from the stereo on the porch. His gaze traced the curve of her muscular and slim legs as she slid into the hot tub, and he licked his lips as he let his towel fall.
Katie had relaxed on one of the smooth, plastic seats in the hot tub, leaning her head back into the headrest as she watched him step into the water. She smiled, sexy wickedness in her gaze as she splashed him.
He smirked and sank into the water, sitting on the seat beside her as his right arm curled around her shoulders. His other arm rested on top of the corner of the hot tub, and he looked up at Katie as she stood.
She looked ethereal; her hair swayed in the breeze, her tanned skin glowing in the sunlight, the clouds making a halo around her body, and Ned ached to touch her.
He reached forward, letting his fingers trace down her stomach until they curled around her bikini bottom. She laughed, leaning forward so she could lay her hand on top of his shoulder, and she pressed her lips to his cheek briefly as she settled into his lap.
He stared at her breasts and then closed his eyes as her mouth then found its way to his. As they parted breathlessly, he bit his lip as he examined her, her eyes full of admiration and sex as she gazed back at him.
"You're beautiful," he said, running his hands up her thighs. "Have I ever told you that?"
"Once or twice over the years," she joked and dipped her head to kiss him, chewing just faintly on his lower lip.
He grunted in response, his eyebrows twitching forward, and he sighed as her fingers slid over his rock-hard stomach, then wrapped around his cock. Her hair was long enough that it hung over her breasts, dipped at the ends into the water. She hadn't gotten a haircut since the winter, so her beautiful curls were long, reaching down her back.
He fingered through them, using his thumb to smooth around the curve of her breast, and he watched her inhale. Her hand continued to stroke his cock in an easy and relaxed pace, and he, absorbed in her, leaned forward and kiss her breast.
She moaned, placing her free hand on the side of his head, curling her fingers around his blond hair which smelled like his shampoo. Clean, crisp, handsome.
Kissing the side of his head, she moved to sit on his lap a bit better, his cock pressing against the fabric of her bikini bottoms, and she kissed him again, keeping both hands on his neck. Drowning in her affection, he didn't even notice her weight shifting on top of him more before he opened his eyes, his chin on her shoulder as she kissed his neck, and saw her bikini bottoms floating away from them in the water.
Energized in his excitement, he pressed his hand against the small of her back and pulled her closer, burrowing his face into her chest and passionately brought his lips over her skin and nipples.
Katie gasped at the warmth of his lips on her nipple contrasted by the water splashing against her breast, and she clutched at Ned's shoulder as she ground against his cock. Slowly, she slid him into her, rocking her waist with the currents of the water. When it splashed against the plastic, she concurrently pressed against him.
His hands simply guided her, resting on her hips and supporting her rhythm. Staring up at his goddess of a wife, blinded by the sun and her beauty, he pinched his brows together as he groaned in pleasure. His hips began to move at the same time as hers, creating a sort of typhoon between them, the clear water becoming more urgent as they became more aroused.
They kissed, the heat of their love cooled even in the warm water, and he quickened the pace of his thrust as she began to moan louder. Her eyes shut as she tilted her head back, her hair falling like ringlets made of sunshine past her breasts and her eyelashes shining like morning blades of grass. Her cheeks were pinkened by sunlight and lust.
Ned panted as he stared up at her, squeezing her ass and sliding his finger into the crease of her pink, wet lips to help her along. She moaned loudly in response, finally letting her head drape back as she climaxed, her body still moving against his like the waves continue to fall back against the shore.
He watched her, her body positively glowing, and he thought of her even as he clenched his eyes shut, grunted, and came. They sat together, her body curled up against his with his arms curled up against her back to hold her to him, like how the shell of an oyster embraces around a pearl.
She rested her head on his shoulder, panting, and she pushed herself up and smiled at him. He had flecks of water running down the side of his nose, and he had this serious look on his face that he always had since they were kids.
"What's on your mind, hmm?" She whispered, moving to sit beside him, her arm curled around his shoulder and tugging him closer. "I can see it on your face, you know."
He obliged, curling to set his head on her chest, tucked underneath her chin. "Work. The kids. Your hot body. The usual." He said, his hands curling around her waist.
"How about we talk about it then," she said, smiling as she brushed through the curls on the back of his neck, which were drenched in water by now. "What's going on at work? You haven't told me much lately."
Ned paused. Then he clicked his tongue and sighed, "Just a hard case. There have been a few break-ins a few blocks away and we haven't found the perp. I just worry they could try something at our house… and hurt you or worse, the kids… I could never live with myself if something happened to you or the kids."
"Hey, this place is secure. And even if they do try something, we have cameras all around the house." She reassured her. "We made sure of that a long time ago before the kids were even born. Alright? Don't worry your head off about this."
He stared at the movement of the water for a moment before he gradually nodded, a slow rise as he sat up, and he laughed. "Yes. I know that, but it's still a worry," he answered.
She nodded, running her hands through his damp hair. "What about food? Food always distracts you… well, besides me." She giggled as she slowly stood, feeling his hand quickly come up to tap her ass lightly which splashed water up her side. "See? What did I even say?"
"Something about food," he said, his eyes burning a trail as he looked over her.
"Mmm, good. What do you want to eat?" She asked, slowly turning around to look at him.
He grinned, reaching to pull her back to his lap. "You," he said cheekily as they kissed.
Later that night, Katie was wearing his t-shirt and a tight pair of old shorts because it was laundry day tomorrow, so she smelled like him. Ned, of course, could smell her perfume through it-he could recognize it as hers in a room full of people, because of all the time they'd spent together with his nose pressed behind her ear, breathing in her vanilla honey perfume.
He wore only another one of his white undershirts and a pair of sweatpants, his phone sitting on the coffee table he had kicked his bare feet up onto. His arm wrapped around the shoulders of his wife as they watched a show on HBO.
The couple sat on the couch in front of the television until their daughter's rambunctious feet approached, alerting them that she wasn't in bed like she should be.
"Mommy?" Willow said, speaking up then as she came around the corner of the couch. "Daddy? What are you watching?"
"Just a show about mythical dragons and cost of too much power," he replied.
"What does that mean, mommy?" Willow asked, giggling as he paused the tv.
"Nothing. Your dad is invested in finishing a show again that he knows goes nowhere in the end," she said, glancing at him. "Just wait for the last book. Winds of Winter just came out a few years ago, babe. and that one took the author forever." Then she turned to Willow. "Isn't it way past your bedtime, sweet girl?"
"Mmm yes, but you forgot to tuck me in." She said, moving to sit on the couch beside them.
"Well, that's a travesty," Katie said, reaching over to scoop her up and brought her into her lap. "Do you want mommy or daddy to tuck you in?"
Willow usually wasn't asked who to be tucked in by, in particular, the option open to either of them, but she was a daddy's girl when given the choice.
"Daddy!" The little girl said happily.
"Well, daddy it is. Goodnight, baby," she said softly, leaning in to kiss their daughter's forehead. "I will see you in the morning when I wake you up. I love you."
"I love you, mommy," Willow said, hugging her tightly before hopping off the couch. "Come on, daddy."
"I'm coming, princess." He agreed with a nod and a kiss to Katie's cheek, fulfilling his fatherly duty as Willow ran ahead of him. He stood up and quickly ran after the little girl to scoop her up into his arms as he ran up the stairs, enjoying Willow's fits of giggles that last well after he placed her back down. He watched her brush her teeth, her tottering body standing on her pink stool that made it easy to reach the sink.
The little girl bore her teeth and scrunched up her nose, watching herself brush her teeth in the mirror, and around the foam in her mouth, "Do they look shiny and clean, daddy?" Willow asked gleefully.
"Yes, you can be done," he answered with a chuckle, smiling as he leaned against the bathroom door frame.
Willow spat into the sink, rinsing off her toothbrush and teetering to Ned, using his shirt to wipe off the foam leftover on her mouth. He didn't comment on the white, wet stain, only placing his hand on her shoulders and gently tickling her.
His daughter giggled and said, "Daddy, stop," finally catching her breath when he agreed and stopped, picking her up.
"Did you have a fun day?" He asked, kissing her cheek.
"Yes! Mommy waked me up and we had waffles, and then Nana took me and Ashy to a movie about a puppy named Simon who could talk!" Willow told him about her day as they walked across the hall from the kid's bathroom to her room.
He supported her small body with one arm, her tiny legs wrapped around his torso, her little fingers curled around the collar of his shirt. He opened the door decorated in butterfly stickers with her name on the front.
"Ummm… I played on the swing too." Willow sat, tapping her chin as she thought hard. A very Katie-inherited type look. "I colored a picture too, can I show you?"
"That sounds like quite a fun day. Sure you can show me your picture, princess." He said and carefully, he set her down inside her room. "What did you draw?"
The little girl sprinted over to a small easel that was in the corner of her room. It had been one of the many presents from Melinda and Jim over the years.
"Lots of things. I drew this for you. A rainbow!" Willow said as she went through the few different drawings before picking one up. "See?"
"Yes. It's very pretty," he said, bending down to be more at her level. "I will keep it forever."
"What else do you like?" Willow asked, strongly asserting that she wanted a better answer than just pretty like her mother would.
'Assertive' was the kind word for it. The boys at daycare just called her bossy.
"I like the glitter paint that you used. When did you get that?" He said as he took another look over it before swinging her into his arms and putting the paper down with the others as he went to lay her in bed.
"Nana got it for me today," Willow said happily.
"Of course she did," he said as he tucked the edges of her blanket under the mattress. "How's that? Tucked in tight enough, princess?"
Lying on her side, her blanket bunched at her fist, Willow looked up at him. "It's good, daddy. Thank you."
"Of course. Goodnight, princess," he mumbled, kissing the very top of her head and then her cheek as he moved to stand up. "I love you."
"I love you, daddy," came the small voice, muffled behind her blankets.
Willow rolled onto her back as he walked out of her room, flicking off the lights. Even though she insisted she was too brave to need a nightlight, he closed the door and left the hallway light on just in case. He walked across the hall and peeked in on Asher, seeing the boy was fast asleep and smiling as he pulled the door closed quietly behind him again.
Ned returned to his lovely wife to find the television had been flipped to a new channel, and he frowned slightly but still extended his arm around her shoulders. Katie fell back into place against him, her head thudding against his chest softly.
"Why'd you change it?" He asked.
"You've seen that show a million times. You know how it ends and I'm sick of watching them destroy my favorite character when that's not what the author intended for them to do," she whispered, flipping through a few more channels on the guide before groaning. "I want to find something else, but give up. You choose."
Ned grunted in affirmation, and she placed the remote on his lap for him. "I agree with you, you know. I just like the show." He said, picking up the remote.
"Me too. Up until the last few episodes. Just not tonight," she muttered, finishing her wine. "I'm going to fill up my glass again and finish off the Pinot. Do you want something?"
"A beer would be nice," he said, smiling as she stood.
"Okay. I'll grab one," she said, leaving the room.
He clicked through a few channels before she returned, setting her glass on the coffee table and handing him the cold glass bottle before she sat down. She had a pint of ice cream in hand as he came across the movie Jaws, which had just begun. The movie is one of his favorites, he pressed play, and Katie laughed, shaking her head. Even though normally he would've been annoyed or defensive about his movie tastes, he only grinned at her and rubbed his knuckles against her shoulder fondly.
They must've seen this movie a thousand times.
"You think Asher and Willow could watch this movie, yet?" he asked, his voice low as he took a sip of his beer.
The lights were dim, both of them cuddling underneath blankets now. The only source of light was the bluish hue of pictures flashing on the television and the warm glow of the fireplace.
"Asher is probably old enough and would like it, but Willow is too young," she answered, shaking her head as she took a bite of ice cream. "It might scare her and then next time we go to the beach she'd be too afraid to get in the water."
"Nothing scares Wills," he said proudly.
"Well, I don't want her to watch it. It has bad language, and she has enough of that as it is," she mumbled.
"Mm," he agreed. "Yeah. I guess. Can I get a bite?"
She scooped him up and gave him a bite of her chocolate chunk ice cream. "Only one," she reminded him. "You have your own in there."
"How about one more?" He asked, setting his half drank beer on the coffee table now.
"No, Ned. Go get your own," she said, bringing another spoonful to her mouth.
Slowly, his arm, once draped around her shoulders, adjusted to curl around her waist. "Please?" he asked, tugging her closer, his fingers intricately weaved their way up her leg. "I'll make it worth your while…"
"Will you?" She asked, rolling her eyes as his fingers slipped up the leg hole of her shorts, hidden by the blanket over her lap, and her breath hitched.
Ned kissed her cheek, his face expressionless but his eyes warm. "I always do," he said against the lobe of her ear.
His fingers worked in small motions, first using the pad of his thumb to circle her clit, circumferencing the tender, pink skin around it and then applying pressure in a slow rhythm. Her breath trembled, but they both acted innocently, in case one of the kids happened to come downstairs again, eyes locked on the television screen.
She slowly brought another spoonful of ice cream to his lips and smirked as he slid his fingers down, pressing his fingers inside of her, two at a time. He pushed his fingers in and out slowly and then began to curl his fingers up after a few minutes.
His thumb still played with her center, flicking the tip of his thumb against it as he quickened his pace. He smiled as she hiccupped a moan and her body clenched against his fingers, the spastic rhythm of a climax clenching around his fingers.
Even after she'd come, he lay his hand against her lips, rubbing his palm against her before removing his hand from her underwear. Again, his arm stretched against across the back of the couch, this time with his fingers wet.
He grinned and listened to her erratic breathing, and she fell against him, smiling and giving him the pint of ice cream to finish for her. Kissing his bicep, she cleared her throat and collected herself. She inhaled deeply and stretched her shoulders, her nipples visible through the sheer material without a bra on, and Ned licked the spoon clean of ice cream, imagining how they would feel in his mouth.
She moaned as she stretched her arms above her head, and when her hands returned, she placed one on his thigh, drumming against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. And then she slid her warm hand up further until she felt the shape of his already half-hard cock through his sweatpants.
Seeing her playful smile, she pulled on his waistband and slowly tugged it down. His cock swelled, almost fully erect, and she pressed small, chaste kisses against the base, slowly reproaching up the shaft and stroking her tongue around the head.
Ned's breath shivered as her warm tongue circled the tip of him, his hands tightly clutching the couch cushions, his arms stretched on either side of him.
"You have to be quiet… in case one of the kids comes downstairs, so you can hear them," Her voice was a sultry whisper, drenched in sex and playful tease.
Silence had always been his specialty. He knew when to shut up, and he didn't always know when to talk. It was the cause of many fights. But her lips always had a way of making him moan.
His eyes hazily watched the television screen, the way the shark fin menacingly raised from the waves, but he tilted his head back and opened his mouth with a low grunt as she licked up the length of him. He made a high-pitched noise as she grazed her teeth against his sensitive skin, and she giggled, the vibrations of her laugh enhancing the pleasurable sensations.
Slowly and then all at once, she took him into her mouth. He knew that he was lucky to have married her, because she, based on how smart and beautiful and also how amazing she was at many different things, she truly could have married any man she wanted.
He inhaled sharply, his hands clenched into fists as he bit his lip, looking towards the stairs just to double-check that they were still alone. Again, he moaned softly, her head bobbing as she found a rhythm around him. Her tongue sliding up and down him, he opened his mouth to groan, but she reached up, pressing her hand over his lips to keep him quiet. With his eyes half-lidded from pleasure, he parted his lips and leaned forward to suck onto her fingers, letting his tongue touch each of her fingerprints like he was trying to memorize their feeling.
Her fingers curled, leaving just one inside of his mouth, and he sucked on it tightly before she removed it from his lips, stroking her wet finger down his chin. Still, she continued her work on him, her hand steady on his chest with the other clutching high. As his hips began to buck upwards, his moans cramped inside of his mouth, his breaths shivered as he warned, "Babe, I'm about to come."
She hummed, pulling off of him and tickling the head with her tongue, flicking over it as his thumb had to her, and she pressed a kiss against the side of it, her free hand massaging his balls.
"I'm about to come," he said again, his voice thick and low, a whisper, his jaw clenched.
She kissed up his chest, tauntingly nonchalant, a cool and relaxed smile on her face as she met his neck to her lips. Her finger dragged down his lip, touching his chin, and she smiled and kissed his cheek.
With that, he grunted with finality and came on his shirt, his fists tightening on the pillows and then loosening once he surpassed the height of his orgasm. Breathing heavily, he looked at his wonderful wife. He kissed her and hiked up his pants back over his waist. "I love you," he whispered. "Thank you."
She said, "You're welcome," and he laughed at that, his eyes crinkled and mouth wide with a smile. "Why are you laughing at me?"
"No reason," he answered, and she punched his arm.
"Fine. I just won't do that again for a while-" She muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, hey, hey," he said, holding her wrist lightly. "I wasn't making fun of you." Slowly, he brought her hand up to his lips. "It was just funny that you said your welcome… when I was the one who started it. I'm sorry for laughing at you."
"Mmm, fine," she said, smiling, as she placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly tilted her head to the side for a kiss. "I accept your apology… but you could always make it up to me."
"How so?" he asked, setting the empty ice cream pint on the coffee table and finishing off the rest of his beer.
She slowly leaned back to lay down on the length of the couch, her legs stretch over his lap. "I think you know Ned." She said, giggling.
He smiled and slowly reached for her wine glass as he enjoyed watching her slowly slide her shorts off, finishing that drink off too before he slid between her legs comfortably. With kisses and caresses, he soon had her humming in pleasure above him, moaning even as he dipped his tongue in search of her little pearl of delight.
Soon, her hand had found its way into his hair, tugging sharply in response to particularly rousing flicks of his tongue. Those made him hum in pleasure as well.
"Oh, yes!" She moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
He released one hand from its hold on to her hips and let it slide up her body, over her heated skin and muscles contracting rhythmically with her unconscious movements. The swell of her breast lay soft in his hand as he doubled his efforts to please her.
"Yes, Ned!" She gasped, pulling on his hair.
He let her thrust against him as her sighs and breath grew in volume and resounded in the space around them. The grip on his hair tightened as she began to flutter under his lips. "Not too long now," he chuckled against her. "Come for me…"
And then her muscles tightened under his lips, only to be released with a high and drawn-out moan of pure pleasure. The sounds and sensations of her orgasm invigorated him more than anything ever could. He only stopped his ministrations when she lay boneless before him, her grip on him loosening, muscles becoming lax.
He pushed himself up just a little, admiring the work of art before him. Panting harshly with eyes closed and hair fanned out across the couch throw pillow. Katie looked sated and a little debauched ... and happy. Ned, in turn, felt the grin on his face grow just a little wider and licked his lips.
She chose that moment to open her eyes again, their gazes meeting unexpectedly. Sluggishly she pulled at him to come closer, giggling while she ran her hands up his back and he went more than willing to kiss her lips again.