Daddy Duo
Chapter 15
Positive Feedback
"Mm, something smells good," said Sally, inhaling as she opened the door.
"Chicken Lo Mein, my favorite, if I'm not mistaken."
She put down her valise and walked into the kitchen.
Sure enough, the aforementioned dish was in the oven, keeping warm.
"Wufei, are you home?" she called out, going into the living room.
"I'm in here," she heard from the bedroom. "I was just going to take a shower."
"Where were you all afternoon," Sally asked walking into the bedroom. "I called twice, but all I got was the machine."
Wufei was sitting on the bed, taking off his shoes and socks.
"I was babysitting," he said.
"What?" asked Sally.
"I was babysitting for the Maxwells," Wufei said, rubbing the bottom of his foot.
"Why, was it an emergency?" asked Sally, sitting down next to him. Taking his other foot in her hands, she began to rub it absently.
"No, I just wanted to," said Wufei, lying back on the bed to enjoy what Sally was doing to his foot.
"So, how was it?" asked Sally curiously.
"I had fun," he said, closing his eyes as Sally began to massage the foot he'd been rubbing earlier. "You have no idea how good that feels," he said.
"Sure I do," said Sally. "You can do mine when I'm done, my feet are killing me."
"In that case," said Wufei, "it's your turn right now." He reached up and pulled her down on the bed beside him and then sat up grabbed her foot, putting it on his lap.
"CAREFUL!" she exclaimed, "You know how ticklish my feet are!"
"I shall be merciful," said Wufei, gently massaging her foot.
She groaned. "Okay, Chang Wufei, I know when I'm being set up for the kill. First my favorite dinner, and now I'm getting a foot massage, which, by the way, is only my SECOND most favorite spot to get rubbed, and then you tell me you spent the afternoon babysitting. Hm, I wonder what this could be about?"
He smiled seductively at her. "Second most favorite spot, hm?"
"Quit changing the subject."
"I thought that was the subject," he said innocently.
"You know that is not the subject," she protested, trying to sit up.
He pushed her back down on the bed and took her other foot between his hands.
Sally groaned. "I know when I'm licked," she said, lying back and closing her eyes.
"Another request?" Wufei purred at her.
Sally chuckled. "Wait until I've had a shower."
"Why?" he said, "You'll just have to take another one."
He rolled over on his side and looked down at her, and then lowered his mouth to hers. Sally put her arms around his neck and ran her fingertips lightly through his hair, which was loose and hanging over his shoulders.
"I'm serious," she said gasping when they pulled apart. "I just got off an 18 hour shift and I'm wilting."
"Come on, then," he said, sitting up. "We'll both take a shower."
He pulled her up and began to unbutton her blouse.
"I can see what kind of 'shower' this is going to be," she said, leaning in to kiss him again.
"The best kind," he said to her, kissing her back, "the kind where you get dirty and clean all at the same kind."
She smiled and turned around so he could unfasten her bra.
Dropping it to the floor, she turned around again.
"You can't take a shower like that," she said, and motioned for him to raise his arms so she could pull off his blue tank top. She tossed it behind her.
He slid his arms around her naked torso. "You have something to get rid of too," he said against her neck, and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them down in one smooth motion.
"You next," she said, and did the same with his boxers. They both stepped out of their last bit of clothing and stood there for a second.
"Last one in the shower has to stand in back," Sally said suddenly and whirled around to run to the adjoining bathroom door.
"Injustice!" roared Wufei, hot on her heels as the door slammed in his face. He yanked it open and Sally had already adjusted the spray and stepped in.
"You tricked me!" he said stepping in behind her.
"You should have anticipated my strategy," she retorted, handing him the soap.
"I have to get wet first," he complained, and she stepped out of the way.
"Hurry up!" she said, water dripping down her face, "I'm freezing!"
"Suffer," he said, sticking his head under the spray. He laughed at the rueful face she made and grabbed her, pulling her under the spray with him.
"Is this better?" he said in her ear. "Much," she said against his neck.
He poured some shampoo into his hand and began to massage it through her hair.
"Mm, nice," she murmured, leaning her head back so he could rinse the shampoo out. He did the same with the conditioner. The smell of freesia wafted through the air.
"Now you," she said, and proceeded to shampoo his hair and then condition it, rinsing out the excess under the shower.
"That was the clean part. Now comes the dirty part," he said, sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her against him.
"Can we finish the dirty part lying down?" she asked, leaning against him. "I've been on my feet all day." She sighed and he began to knead the knots out of her neck and shoulders.
"Whatever works," he said, turning off the shower. He opened the shower door and handed her a towel, then grabbed one for himself.
"Didn't mean to spoil the mood," Sally said apologetically.
"You didn't," he said. "I understand. You're a little tired."
"I'm not THAT tired," she said, pulling him around to face her again.
He smiled at her. "I was hoping you'd say that. So, what do you want first, me or Chicken Lo Mein?"
"You," she said. "You know how it is when you have Chinese, you always get hungry an hour later."
He groaned, "I hate that joke!"
She smiled evilly, "I know. And by the way, if this whole thing is to soften me up about a baby, you were wasting your time."
His back stiffened, but he said, "Oh really?" in a casual tone, and continued to dry his hair.
"Yes, because I already have decided that we should go ahead and try to have a baby."
He paused. "All right," he said neutrally.
"You're not going to admit you were trying to set me up, are you?" she asked, bending over and making a turban around her wet hair with the towel.
"I don't know what you're talking about, woman," he said, but he was smiling at her.
"You're impossible!" she growled at him.
"Not as long as I get my own way," he said, grabbing her by the arms and pushing her down on the bed.
"Just don't get used to it," she said, pulling down his face between her hands and parting her lips for a searing kiss.
Chapter 15
Positive Feedback
"Mm, something smells good," said Sally, inhaling as she opened the door.
"Chicken Lo Mein, my favorite, if I'm not mistaken."
She put down her valise and walked into the kitchen.
Sure enough, the aforementioned dish was in the oven, keeping warm.
"Wufei, are you home?" she called out, going into the living room.
"I'm in here," she heard from the bedroom. "I was just going to take a shower."
"Where were you all afternoon," Sally asked walking into the bedroom. "I called twice, but all I got was the machine."
Wufei was sitting on the bed, taking off his shoes and socks.
"I was babysitting," he said.
"What?" asked Sally.
"I was babysitting for the Maxwells," Wufei said, rubbing the bottom of his foot.
"Why, was it an emergency?" asked Sally, sitting down next to him. Taking his other foot in her hands, she began to rub it absently.
"No, I just wanted to," said Wufei, lying back on the bed to enjoy what Sally was doing to his foot.
"So, how was it?" asked Sally curiously.
"I had fun," he said, closing his eyes as Sally began to massage the foot he'd been rubbing earlier. "You have no idea how good that feels," he said.
"Sure I do," said Sally. "You can do mine when I'm done, my feet are killing me."
"In that case," said Wufei, "it's your turn right now." He reached up and pulled her down on the bed beside him and then sat up grabbed her foot, putting it on his lap.
"CAREFUL!" she exclaimed, "You know how ticklish my feet are!"
"I shall be merciful," said Wufei, gently massaging her foot.
She groaned. "Okay, Chang Wufei, I know when I'm being set up for the kill. First my favorite dinner, and now I'm getting a foot massage, which, by the way, is only my SECOND most favorite spot to get rubbed, and then you tell me you spent the afternoon babysitting. Hm, I wonder what this could be about?"
He smiled seductively at her. "Second most favorite spot, hm?"
"Quit changing the subject."
"I thought that was the subject," he said innocently.
"You know that is not the subject," she protested, trying to sit up.
He pushed her back down on the bed and took her other foot between his hands.
Sally groaned. "I know when I'm licked," she said, lying back and closing her eyes.
"Another request?" Wufei purred at her.
Sally chuckled. "Wait until I've had a shower."
"Why?" he said, "You'll just have to take another one."
He rolled over on his side and looked down at her, and then lowered his mouth to hers. Sally put her arms around his neck and ran her fingertips lightly through his hair, which was loose and hanging over his shoulders.
"I'm serious," she said gasping when they pulled apart. "I just got off an 18 hour shift and I'm wilting."
"Come on, then," he said, sitting up. "We'll both take a shower."
He pulled her up and began to unbutton her blouse.
"I can see what kind of 'shower' this is going to be," she said, leaning in to kiss him again.
"The best kind," he said to her, kissing her back, "the kind where you get dirty and clean all at the same kind."
She smiled and turned around so he could unfasten her bra.
Dropping it to the floor, she turned around again.
"You can't take a shower like that," she said, and motioned for him to raise his arms so she could pull off his blue tank top. She tossed it behind her.
He slid his arms around her naked torso. "You have something to get rid of too," he said against her neck, and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them down in one smooth motion.
"You next," she said, and did the same with his boxers. They both stepped out of their last bit of clothing and stood there for a second.
"Last one in the shower has to stand in back," Sally said suddenly and whirled around to run to the adjoining bathroom door.
"Injustice!" roared Wufei, hot on her heels as the door slammed in his face. He yanked it open and Sally had already adjusted the spray and stepped in.
"You tricked me!" he said stepping in behind her.
"You should have anticipated my strategy," she retorted, handing him the soap.
"I have to get wet first," he complained, and she stepped out of the way.
"Hurry up!" she said, water dripping down her face, "I'm freezing!"
"Suffer," he said, sticking his head under the spray. He laughed at the rueful face she made and grabbed her, pulling her under the spray with him.
"Is this better?" he said in her ear. "Much," she said against his neck.
He poured some shampoo into his hand and began to massage it through her hair.
"Mm, nice," she murmured, leaning her head back so he could rinse the shampoo out. He did the same with the conditioner. The smell of freesia wafted through the air.
"Now you," she said, and proceeded to shampoo his hair and then condition it, rinsing out the excess under the shower.
"That was the clean part. Now comes the dirty part," he said, sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her against him.
"Can we finish the dirty part lying down?" she asked, leaning against him. "I've been on my feet all day." She sighed and he began to knead the knots out of her neck and shoulders.
"Whatever works," he said, turning off the shower. He opened the shower door and handed her a towel, then grabbed one for himself.
"Didn't mean to spoil the mood," Sally said apologetically.
"You didn't," he said. "I understand. You're a little tired."
"I'm not THAT tired," she said, pulling him around to face her again.
He smiled at her. "I was hoping you'd say that. So, what do you want first, me or Chicken Lo Mein?"
"You," she said. "You know how it is when you have Chinese, you always get hungry an hour later."
He groaned, "I hate that joke!"
She smiled evilly, "I know. And by the way, if this whole thing is to soften me up about a baby, you were wasting your time."
His back stiffened, but he said, "Oh really?" in a casual tone, and continued to dry his hair.
"Yes, because I already have decided that we should go ahead and try to have a baby."
He paused. "All right," he said neutrally.
"You're not going to admit you were trying to set me up, are you?" she asked, bending over and making a turban around her wet hair with the towel.
"I don't know what you're talking about, woman," he said, but he was smiling at her.
"You're impossible!" she growled at him.
"Not as long as I get my own way," he said, grabbing her by the arms and pushing her down on the bed.
"Just don't get used to it," she said, pulling down his face between her hands and parting her lips for a searing kiss.
