Series: Snapshots of the Past
Story: The London Years
Chapter 5
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Previously: Abbey worried that Jed had walked out on their marriage.
Summary: Abbey is concerned that's it's something other than anger that's keeping Jed away. She remembers their first wedding anniversary.
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Present day
With Elizabeth snuggled tight in her crib, Abbey left the nursery. She walked into the kitchen, gazing out the window once more on her way. Still nothing. The knot in the back of her throat became more debilitating with every hour that passed. It was now 2 a.m. and she found herself confronting the possibility that Jed wasn't just brooding.
No matter how angry he was, he wasn't a vengeful man. He wouldn't purposely cause her undue worry and even if she was wrong about that, the one thing she was absolutely certain of was that he would never abandon Elizabeth.
The thought that something more was going on began gnawing at her relentlessly. All the other possibilities now raced through her mind. With every blink of her eye, she pictured images that unnerved her, reducing her capacity to think of logical and sensible scenarios.
She had dismissed the thought earlier, but was now revisiting the possibility that Jed could be lying some place, injured and unable to call for help; and thinking of Jed hurt and alone was just too much to bear. If he had been stewing, at least she could revel in the speculation that he was safe and sound. Knowing that he may not be and that there was nothing she could do to help him silently ate away at her heart.
"Think of good things, Abbey," she kept telling herself, echoing the words she always heard Jed spout when times were rough.
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July 1968
The piercing sound of the alarm clock echoed throughout the shade-drawn bedroom. His body lay fully covered, but Jed's arm crept out from underneath the blanket as his hand felt its way around the nightstand. With force, he pounded on the offending buzzer and curled up under his satiny haven, sheltering himself from world.
Abbey slowly opened the door, sticking her head through the crack before entering the room. "Jed?"
She could see the shapeless lump under the covers and heard the irrefutable moan coming from the bed. She placed Elizabeth in her crib then sat on the edge of the mattress. She pulled back the comforter and simply laughed as Jed's moans got louder and more defined.
"Abbey, that's so cruel."
She leaned down so her lips were barely touching his skin. "Rise and shine, Gumdrop. It's 8 a.m."
"Let me sleep until nine."
"I wish I could, but you have to be at school at nine."
"Please," he whined.
"You're the one who wanted to do summer research, Babe."
He turned away from her and Abbey pulled the blanket off his body entirely and slapped him on the rear.
"Hey!"
"It's time to get up," she replied, opening the drapes as Jed squinted and used the crook of his arm to cover his eyes from the sudden glow of sunlight illuminating the room. He rolled onto his side and kept his face hidden in the white satin pillowcase.
Seeing Jed bury his head further into the pillow, she climbed on the bed and pushed him onto his back. He held on to the pillow, pressing it into his face.
Laughing at his reluctance to let go, she straddled his hips. "Jed." When he ignored her, she leaned her body forward and nibbled on his earlobe. "Honey."
She wasn't playing fair. Jed tried not to break, but Abbey's mouth anywhere on his body was irresistible. He hated that she knew that. He let her continue nuzzling up to his neck, her auburn hair spilling forward onto his face and her simple white T-shirt gently rubbing against his bare chest as her satin panties seductively stroked his boxers. Without warning, he grabbed on to her waist and swiftly rolled her over onto the bed, his own body now covering hers.
He silenced her small whimper with a kiss to her lips. "Who's in control now?" he playfully asked as he pinned her wrists above her head and pressed warm kisses into her neck.
"Happy Anniversary," she replied, pulling her head up to return his kisses.
He held her tighter, grinding their bodies together, until he heard the soft sounds coming from the other side of the room. Jed relaxed his hold on her and turned at the waist to look behind him. Abbey lifted her head and they both noticed Liz, now on her tummy, watching through her crib with amazement and awe.
"Abbey."
"She was asleep when I put her down."
"Yeah, well, now she's awake."
Abbey slipped out from under him and approached her daughter. "Come here, Angel. Mommy and Daddy were just playing. And now Daddy's going to go take a nice cold shower to calm himself down."
"Oh yeah, I can hardly wait," he said as he placed a kiss on Liz's cheek before heading for the bathroom.
"Don't be long. I'll have breakfast ready."
With breakfast on the table, the only thing missing was Jed. Abbey placed Liz in her play pen and went back into the bedroom to find her husband sprawled face-down on the bed. She sat down next to him and ran her fingertips over his back. A towel was wrapped around his waist and his skin still smelled of a soapy fragrance.
He began to stir. "Mmm?"
"Hey. I have breakfast waiting."
Jed rolled onto his side with Abbey's hand firmly placed on his arm. "Can we skip breakfast and do this instead?"
She smiled coyly. "Nope, sorry. We don't have time."
"Abbey."
"Jed, you have to get to school."
"It's been a while, Abbey. I've been so busy with school and you with Lizzie..."
"We'll get some alone time tonight. I'm taking Liz to the sitter around five. In the meantime..." she trailed off as her body collapsed onto his and her mouth warred with his tongue. "...there's something to look forward to." She rolled him over and smacked his arm. "Come on. You're going to be late."
"Do you really think it was a good idea to get me all turned on then send me to a place where I'm surrounded by a bunch of hot coeds all day?" he teased.
"I trust you." She began walking towards the door. "I know that you know that any part of you that touches any part them you'll never see again," she said with a slight turn of her head to flash him a mischievous grin as she exited the room.
Later that evening, Abbey stepped out of the shower, only a thin towel covering her glistening skin. She hoped to be dressed and ready by the time Jed got home, but with only two steps into the bedroom, she saw him sitting on the bed, staring at her.
"You're home early."
"I was excited about tonight," he replied.
"I'm not ready yet."
"I don't know about that." He stood up and walked over to her, leaning down to kiss her lips. "I think you're ready for some things."
"Jed." She playfully pushed him away.
"Is Liz with the sitter?"
"Yeah."
Jed pulled her wet hair off her face and kissed her again, this time allowing his tongue to find hers. "Good."
"Jed, stop. We don't have time. We have reservations."
"Don't give me that time thing again, Abbey. I've waited all day. I don't care about dinner." He kissed her bare neck and followed it up to nibble on her ear. "You know how your wet hair turns me on."
"It's not just any dinner. It's special. I want tonight to be perfect."
"This is perfect."
Abbey could never resist his warm breath against her cool, newly showered skin. She stopped fighting and surrendered to the temptation, pushing her body into his. He backed her up towards the bed until the back of her knees hit the mattress. She sat down and Jed put his hands on her shoulders, gently easing her back.
She began to squirm towards the top of the bed, but he held her in place, her knees bent over the edge and her legs dangling in front. He played with her hair, brushing it softly off her face. He opened the towel that she still held against her chest and let the flaps fall to the side, exposing her naked flesh to his inspection.
"You smell so good," he managed to mumble as he ran his mouth over her breasts, collecting the small drops of water that still covered her skin while his fingers probed her between the thighs. She ran her hands through his hair, so overcome by the sensation of his touch that she occasionally wrapped a strand tightly around her finger.
"You're still dressed," she whispered.
He didn't answer. His tongue trailed down the middle of her chest and across her stomach, stopping to trace her belly button. He looked up at her as she arched her back then continued the downward track. When he reached the area he knew would bring her the greatest pleasure, he stopped. She moaned with displeasure, but a simple rub of the leg assured her he wasn't finished.
He pressed his soft, wet lips on the skin of her inner right thigh, then nibbled on the moisture that still lingered from her shower. He tickled his tongue slowly up her right thigh and over to the left one, gently brushing the nub of flesh in the middle. Abbey gasped as she felt his warmth on her center and sighed as he passed over it again.
He continued the same routine on her left thigh until she began tightening her muscles, obviously wanting more. He circled her thigh once more while his fingers prepared her for what was next by separating the sensitive folds of skin that sheltered the area that brought her to the height of ecstasy. His mouth soon joined as she moaned in anticipation.
He lifted her legs up and rested them on his shoulders, her ankles digging into his upper back. He kept his head buried in the depths of her femininity and realizing he too couldn't wait much longer, he unzipped his pants. His fingers dug into her rear to hold her up to him as he he penetrated her with his tongue. Abbey gasped at the feeling. She threw her head back, unsure how much more she could take.
He let her down gently, moving both his hands to the top of her thighs and holding her there until they were both nearly lost in the passion. Ready for more, he pulled his head back and repositioned himself, their bodies practically melded together. He entered her, only halfway at first. He withdrew almost completely, then pushed himself in as far as he could and began the subsequent thrusts that brought them both to a tingling climax.
Afterwards, he lay on top of her for a few minutes until he could regain his strength, then pulled himself out and wrapped his arms around her as he rolled to his side.
"We need to get dressed," he said softly, running his hands up and down her body.
"Do we have to?"
"Now who's the one who doesn't want to leave? Turnabout is fair play, Sweet Knees."
Abbey was still lost in the moment, visibly exhausted from their little tryst. Jed smiled at her and continued holding her as she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.
TBC